hi friend! Could I please make a fic request if youâre interested? đ I was thinking of something fluffy with an established relationship with fives and a jedi reader and maybe they feel like they need to sneak around to spend time together with snuggling or kissing but everyone already knows and they just haven't realized that yet. And maybe when they get caught everyone teases them? I actually really don't mind whatever plot you want!! Just really some fluff with fives if you're interested đ©· tysm you are amazing! đ«¶đ»
Every Second Counts
ARC Trooper Fives Ă GN!Jedi!ReaderÂ
â§ Summary: You and Fives have a unique bond, and you spend a brief, invaluable time together before the war becomes your priority once more.
â§ Tags & Warnings: established relationship, forbidden love, fluff, Torrent Company shenanigans, reader is a Jedi Commander and called âsirâ, character cameos: Cal Kestis and a bunch of Torrent with Rex included in a separate scene, attachment-aware jedi x clone relationship (we abide the code in this house just because), cuddles, kisses, hugs, maybe a bit angsty?
â§ Word Count: 3.5k
â§ A/N: HOORAY EARLY POST!! @precioustech much thanks for requesting! đđ I admit I got a little carried away while playing around with the prompt so I hope this isnât too far from your expectations đ (and I just think we should have more of this kind of relationship trope)
Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Fives divider by @lornaka and @freesia-writes
âYou really think we don't notice, do you?â
It's where Fives is certain his heart is going to explode out of his chest. Nevertheless, he keeps on chewing, eyes downward onto his food tray. âNotice what?â
Dogma sitting across from him gives him a look. âHow you two like to sneak around.â
âMe and Echo?â Fives deflects easily, scoffing, and smacks his twin in the back while he's drinking. Sputtering, Echo kicks him under the table. Fives ignores him. âWeâre ARCâs, vod. It's like you're saying how the Jedi like to use the Force.â
âYeah, but I'm talking about the Jedi.â
âThe General? I mean, yeah. Last op was fun. We were sneaky enough. Surprisingly. For a guy like Skywalker.â
âFives,â Tup rolls his eyes. âIt's about your partner.â
âMe and Eââ
âRomantic partner.â It's Echo this time, scowling and looking exhausted already.
Jesse shakes his head, sitting at the end of the dining table. âDiâkut.â
âWhat?â Fives challenges him, his tone aggressive but the massive grin on his face is telling otherwise. âAs if you're successful sneaking around with your boyfriend as well? You should be ashamed!â
Hardcase barks a laugh. âSays the guy who's sneaking around with a kriffinâ Jedi Commander!â
That earns him a collective loud shush and a slap to the back of his bald head from Jesse.
âSo jig's up, then?â Kix teases. âActually jig's up since moons agoâgoddammit, Fives. Dogma really meant it. He saw you two.â
âWe were talking,â Fives huffs, his food forgotten.
âAnd snogging,â Echo sips on his juice.
Groaning, Fives stands, his fingers lifting the edge of his tray. âThis conversation never happened. I don't know you all. Who are you? Why am I sitting here with a bunch of nosy di'kute?â
âEverything's been your choice,â Tup calls out, grinning widely while twirling his fork, as the ARC Lieutenant walks away.
âGreat,â Echo rolls his eyes, drawing his datapad from his hip to leave a comm message for his twin. âNow I have to remind that he eats his fill this noon.â
âNah,â Jesse chuckles, watching Fives throwing the tray down the chute. âI'm sure he'll get lunch someplace else.â
âSomewhere nicer,â Hardcase snickers. âLike Dex's. Or, y'knowââ
âDon't you dare finish that sentence,â Dogma squints.
âKnowing our next joint op is with Cody's battalion under Fivesâ Jedi lover?â Jesse scoffsâas an ARC Lieutenant himself he has the briefing in hand much earlier than the rest of the company. âIt'll happen anyway.â
Echo sighs. âCan we please not talk about Fivesâ bedroom adventures here.â
As Fives is marching out of the mess hall he absolutely pretends not to hear all that. Echo's comm message makes his vambrace comm beep waiting to be read. He knows what it's about. Echo always cares about him like that. He'll read it, eventually. But now, his task at hand is to find youâhis stance masked by the steady walk of a soldier on duty, as if marching to the hangar to board the next cruiser with whatever star system where they need him and freshest intel in mind.
Bucket clipped to his belt, Fives strides through the boring old corridors of the 501st compoundâthe durasteel grey of its walls void of life and reminds him too much of Kamino. He fought hard there. But here, he fights hard too between planets and star systems. He's fighting for the galaxy now, and no longer for himselfâfor his old squad.
Troopers passing by. They nod at him with respect. At him. Or the ARC gears. Of the fact that he's a Geonosis veteranâthe second battle, where Cody carried the entire campaign and probably in need of back surgery for that. And so many battles and skirmishes after that. He's glad to have Echo and Jesse, fellow ARCs, by his side. Rex is considering Dogma to be nextâif that regulation-abiding brother of his could, for once, think outside the box and improvise since it's essentially what it means to be an ARC. Those three Rancor ARC commanders who trained them would probably laugh at poor vodâika if he keeps that up. And probably at Rex's judgment too. Rex. Even with the jai'galaar'la sur'haii'se.
Speaking of Rex, Fives finally clocks that blond head that he knows from anywhere. Blond genes are rare among the clones, being a recessive one from one of Fett's relatives. Rex is supposedly a lucky bastard, if one considers individuality has to be placed high among others.
The captain is in the midst of talking with a pair of Jedi Commanders. In the middle of a random corridor of the 501st compound, instead of a specific briefing room. Then it can't really be too important, something mundane, probablyâjudging by the eager, curious smile of one of the commanders, the young one, whose freckles are so prominent that even Fives could see from this distance as he marches in their direction and bright amber hair reminding him too much of Kenobi.
And then there's you. The other one. Fives throws you a not-so-discreet charming smile as soon as your attention briefly shifts toward him, and in a matter of seconds returns to Rex, whose focus is more put toward the other commander. Must be something advisory. He's really young. Probably 11 or 12 in standard.
âGood day we're having?â Fives chimes in as he approaches, the distance closing, and the group turns toward him. Rex even sports a brief smile and slaps him in the back.
âI wouldn't call intel gathering day in Serenno as good,â the 501st commanding officer rolls his eyes.
âAh, the usual for ARCs, Captain. You know that well, eh?â
âSure, whatever.â Rex barely puts any resistance against his blooming smirk. He then cuts to the chase gesturing to the unfamiliar smaller and impossibly younger commander. âThis is Jedi Padawan Cal Kestis, Commander of the 13th Battalion under General Jaro Tapal. Sir, this is Fives; ARC trooper, Lieutenant. One of our finest men we trust for intel gathering.â
Cal Kestis, the curious and perhaps a little shy young red-haired boy, holds out a hand for Fives to shake. âNice to meet you, Lieutenant.â
âAnd you, sir. Between us, it's just Fives.â With a polite smile he's practiced a hundred times, he shakes the boy's hand, giving him a gentle yet firm shake so he wouldn't shock the life out of him. âSo this is now a joint op between,â Fives tilts his head, aiming the question at Rex, â501st and 212th SpecOps, and now a part of the 13th as well?â
You step in. âCal is joining us as a part of his training. Master Tapal insisted, and I'll be looking after him.â Fives' breath is stolen right away at hearing your voice and it makes him feel stupid in the presence of others. You place a gentle hand on Kestisâ shoulder. âSo don't worry, little brother. I'll be there every step of the way.â
Kestis grimaces at the prospect of being babysat by Tapalâs former Padawanâhis lineage sibling. âMaybe not in every step of the way?â
Fives goes into parade rest. âMight as well send commandos,â he aims his statement againâwhich is insignificant, and he knows that but he just wants to commentâat Rex.
âIt's not that delicate,â Rex says, âARCs are sufficient for this mission.â
âWith a couple of lightsaber-wielding commanders,â you brightly add, mainly to keep Kestis from being intimidated by all the official chatter.
âWe need to go over again about how big this facility we're talking about,â Fives suggests, throwing a nanosecond attentive glance at you.
âThat'd be the best,â Rex agrees with a slow nod, and throws a brief smile at Kestis. âEspecially now that we have an additional passenger on board whom I bet wouldn't wanna miss anything we have. I'll talk to Cody to gather his men.â
âYeah, maybe there's something new,â Fives adds, referring to intel and being actually locked in although there's youâusually his primary distraction. He's proud of himself at the moment.
âI'd like to come with you if you don't mind, Captain.â Kestisâ young voice sounds like it came from a heavy internal deliberation. He doesn't want to leave your side. What an adorable young boy. He's a kid. Reminds Fives of his own Commander Tano, and also the grim part of the war that they send literal children into it.
Rex smiles encouragingly. âSure, kid. Come along.â With a parting nod both to Fives and you, he turns and walks the other wayâhelmet clipped to his belt and arms swaying by his sideâwith the young Padawan eagerly following next to him. âI want to show you the main war room. Or is there something else you'd like to see? Like the training gym?â
âThat'd be great! Have you been to the 13th Battalion compound?â
Their voices become distant, faded into faint whispers of encouragement and enthusiasm before lost on him, as they turn around the corner. And finally, there's only him. And you.
You sigh loudly. Fives tilts his head sideways at youâa relieved, loopy smile that somehow still makes him quite a looker adorn his face.
âHey,â he softly greets you, finally free from all the serious formalities.
âHi,â you grin, heart thrumming in delight.
âSo. Cal Kestis,â he begins. âHaven't seen him around before.â
You exhale wistfully, hands going behind you back. âHis battalion gets deployed to the Outer Rim lately.â
Fives balks. âWait, not in the Sieges? With Bacara and his intimidating marine boys?â
âNo, not there. Not there yet,â you shake your head, concerned. âLet's hope not. He's so young. And the Outer Rim is too brutal for him.â
Fives knows well what intragalactic war would demand of someone. He looks at you. âEven I know you won't go there.â
âWe won't go there,â you correct him. âIf you're not part of the 21st or Master Mundiâs padawans, it might as well be a death sentence.â
Fives hums. âHeroes.â
âCommendable bravery.â Your tone is solemn. âBut here in life, we all have sacrifices to make.â
âYeah,â he absently agrees, unsure how to interpret that. Yes, he gets the general idea, but he wonders if it goes far beyond. Deeper. Meaning upon meaning. Covered by not entirely lies, but just⊠hidden, lying in wait, waiting to be dug out.
âBut enough about that. I'm sure Cal is in good handsâyour Captainâs.â Your voice rings through his thoughts, and when he snaps his attention at you again, your lips blossom into a soft smile, and your hand held out in his direction. âLet's get out of here, shall we?â
You lead him to your temporary apartment inside the compound. It's modest at best. You may be part of the 212th, but recently both of your and Fives' battalion have been tackling Separatist presence in the Core Worlds and Mid Rim by co-op, so you spend a lot of time in and out of GAR military compounds in Coruscant. The Temple remains your forever home. While you miss the serenity of the garden and the pond, it's nothing against hearing the hustle and bustle of soldiers merely living their lives and making fun while they can. It settles several of your worries. It's alive, and you love being in the midst of it.
The moment the door of your apartment seals close, Fives wraps his strong arms around your frame, pulling you flush against his armored chest. It's a little awkward on your part and pulling a surprised squeal out of you at the pressure, so you compensate by letting go, placing a kiss on his cheek and helping to unclasp his top armor pieces. He watches you fumble with his vambrace with a mesmerized gleam in his eyes.
âDo you have any idea how attractive you are just standing in some corridor of this building?â
A loud laugh that sounds ever pleasant in his ears tumbles off your lips. Your brilliant eyes peer up at him as he patiently waits for you. âYouâre only saying that because now we're here; finally having a private time for ourselves.â
âYeah but seriously.â Fives rolls his eyes. His cheeks hurt from grinning too much. Done with the vambraces, you quickly tug off his elbow guards. âMissed you so much, cyarâika.â
You hum, absentmindedly pecking his lips before unclasping his bicep pieces. Fives shrugs his pauldrons and entire chest and back piece off faster than your pace entirely out of muscle memory, apparently unable to hold his patience out for much longer. He crushes you against his toned chest, muffling your giggles and playful squeals as he places a big wet kiss on top of your head.
âOkay okay! I missed you too!â you giggle for mercy, letting out a startled yelp again when he grabs the sides of your face to crash his lips against yours. It's only temporary, yet still leaving you breathless by the time he pulls away, before kissing you again much gentler afterward.
You sigh into his lips, your arms wind around his neck. Fives holds you closer, pinning you against his warm torso. His chest bubbles with so much immeasurable happiness and relief that he lets out an involuntary chuckle, stroking your cheek and leaning his forehead against yours as he reels away from the intoxicating kiss.
âJoint ops are amazing since I can focus on legit ARC missionsâŠâ He playfully pinches your side, chuckling at your small adorable yelp. âWhile staring at you across the war room during briefs. It's a good chance. Worth every single time.â
âYou know that really sounds creepy, Fives,â you giggle.
Your lover smiles widely, gently rocking your bodies side to side. âIt's beneficial.â
You roll your eyes. âMore joint operations aren't exactly doing us any good if we still wanna keep us a secret.â
He nearly groans remembering the mess hall conversation with the others. âActually it might even not be a secret anymore.â
You freeze and blink at him. âSay again?â
âThe boys somehow know about us,â he admits after letting out a big dramatic sigh. Because just great. It's most top fear for couples who want to keep their relationship a secret, and somehow he blew it off. Worse thing is he doesn't know whenâwhen they started to know, when the word circulated aroundâand most especially; how they knew.
It only takes you a moment to digest it all, including the existing consequences. ââSomehowâ?â you inquire teasingly. âYou're an ARC trooper, Fives. I thought âsomehowâ isn't in your dictionary.âÂ
âThis one escaped me.â His voice falls quieter, disappointment in himself flooding his chest. But your eyes are so forgiving that you almost don't seem to mind. It's disappointing, too. âIâm so sorry,â he says anyway.
You sigh softly, carding a hair through his coarse curls. âIt's not your fault.â You're stroking his cheek, a soft smile on your lips, and Fives learns into your touch that eventually blossoms into a full palm on cheek. âMaybe we weren't subtle enough.â
âStill.â He then buries his face into your shoulder. Your robes smell like some woody and floral aroma that indistinctly can be found at the Temple, and he tries to find comfort in that while he pours his heart out. âI put a lot on your plate. I don't ever wanna do that to you. You've got a lot of burden being a commander of your own battalion, and I don't want you to worry about getting kicked out of the Order.â
Fives feels you smile against his neck, and his back shivers from how your fingers curl into his blacks. âThank you for worrying about me,â he hears you whisper. You place a chaste kiss on his jaw. âBut all that you mentioned has been there all my life.â
He pouts. He lowkey wishes you could see him like that. âBut I'm making it worse.â
The subtle shaking of your head makes a rustling noise against his skin. âNonsense. You're making everything better.â You reel away from his neck to take his lips upon yours. Your eyes glimmer again as you gaze into his soul, piercing his barriers altogether. âWe're together. That's what matters.â
Fives tightens his arms around you almost possessively, shutting his eyes to just hear your soft breathing against him and relishing your presence in his arms. âAside from the war that we found ourselves in.â
âPrecisely,â you murmur, âI canât give you much, but you'll always have me. Whatever you need.â
He releases a long sigh. It unexpectedly comes from deep inside himâall the wishes, all the hopes. All the questions and impatience still entrapped by a sturdy net. He has a purpose. He can't forget that.
âI know.â Fives opens his eyes to your soft grateful smile. âCan I kiss you again?â
âIf I ever say no, you may use my lightsaber on me.â
He chuckles. âI just really like kissing you.â His lips find yours again, and he can almost taste the honey and cornbread you've had for after-lunch snack on you. âYou're addicting.â
âCareful,â you tease.
âMâstill within the borders of my respect, sir,â Fives grins, his feet driving you to pace backwards so that he could gently push you to sit on your bed. He remains standing, yet his hand finds your jaw to caress them as softly as he can. âJust stating my affection. Unless affection is forbidden for the Jedi?â
You giggle softly. âYou're really cheeky with your words. As if your vocabulary changes when you're near me.â
âGood sir, however thou art mean?â
âStop it,â you let out a full belly laugh that you cover your mouth with your hand. âYou sound too silly. I like you just silly.â
âRight.â His chest warms at your delighted sound, which by his humblest opinion is incomparable against Nabooâs beautiful blossoms and the sound of trickling river in the wild. âThen let this silly man kiss you to death, hm?â
Fives descends on you before you can answer. His movement is precise as he maneuvers his limbs to cage you in, clearly not intending to make you uncomfortable in your own bed. One knee and both forearms by either side of your head propping him up, his mouth moves against yours carefully, gently. You sigh into the kiss as he slowly lowers himself onto your body, pressing you against the mattress to let you feel his weight comfortably resting on top of yours.
You pull away from his lips. âCan we stay like this?â
A comfortable heat crawls up his body seeing you breathless and batting your eyelashes innocently at him. His chest swells, already settling on an answer as he places one last peck on your lovely lips. ââCourse we can, cyarâika.â
You mutter your heartfelt thanks like a polite Jedi you are as you both shuffle around the bed to find a comfortable position. Fives lays down on your pillow, one arm behind his head and your head resting on top of his chest. No matter how long you two have spent moments like this, it never fails his heart to beat even faster. His affection grows and swells to the point it no longer can't be contained, so oftentimes his arm tightens around your shoulders as if he has a cuteness aggression for you, and before you know it he places another big wet kiss on top of your head that always leave you giggling every single time.
It's quiet moments like this. Grateful to have each other in each other's company although occasionally separated by campaigns. It's a fate that's neither cruel nor fortunate that your battalion and his often join forces. One would say it's a distraction. But his focus persists. And sometimes, thousands of light-years away, Fives wonders about you. Sometimes sending a comm could be too riskyâevery communication is closely monitored.
He always prepares for the worse, but not that he's never used to that. His affection for you has grown deep and taken roots. Fives cares about you just as much as he cares about the chance of winning campaign after campaign. Time and space and understanding have always been present between the both of you, and thus every moment is precious just as every ticking second counts. Every kiss counts. Every traded word counts. Anything could be your last, or his.
So when his vambrace beeps, signaling a comm message from Rex about the assembly with the 212th, a sigh of satisfactionâlong and forgivingâblows through his nostrils. You raise your head to meet his gaze, your smile already full with acceptance and anticipation.
âLet's win again this time, Fives, my dear,â you say encouragingly, stroking his cheek and kissing him again one last time. Before you can pull away, Fives deepens the kiss, his hand pressing the back of your head to keep you there.
âFor the greater good,â he murmurs against his lips, fire igniting inside his chest. âAnd seeing you again, obviously.â
You chuckle at his clinginess. Once again, your sounds of joy bring consolation within him, and your confident, passionate smile brightens his life.
âAnd seeing you again, yeah.â
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THIS WAS AMAZING!!!!!! Iâm sorry it took me so long to read and reblog!!!! Iâve been on a mini hiatus on and off this summer. But seriously THIS WAS SO LOVELY đđ©· thank you so so much for doing my request!!! I love your writing style and everything was so realistic and perfectly described. I love the dialogue too and their relationship is so adorable đ©·đ©· thank you!!!













