#reader x fives

[grandlinedreams]

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[emperor-palpaminty]

Rayshe’a (2)

Do i smell a rebellion hehe also yes this is short, I had a small baby spurt of motivation

Part 1 here!

Fives' grip on your hand was tight as he pulled you to the private office in the back. It was dark, dim- but you could see the shine of his armor glint in the little light that drifted through the window that had been half-blocked. He closed the door and turned to you, eyes the same as the eyes you knew but older, haunted. His lips spread, the laugh wrinkles prominent. "Cyare."

The mere feet between you felt like eons of distance, stretched between you. Too long- it had been far too long since you had seen him, and you didn’t remember all of those laugh lines. How could a dead man like him smile so much?

You only raised a hand halfway. “Come here. Please.” The quiver in your voice shook and all hopes of a dimplomatic professional presence sunk away.

He rushed to you, grasping you and tugging you in. Your hands had found their way, familiar with him, to the back of his neck. You exhaled when his lips met yours, somehow both apologetic and rough. You heaved a sob, grasping his face and holding him. Fives crushed you against him and you didn’t mind. If he wanted to fold you, you would fold tight. You merely sagged, a heavy weight leaning into him, heart throbbing as you pressed away from him, hands hot somehow against the beskar.

“You,” You rasped. “You didn’t tell me you were alive.”

“I’m sorry, love.” Fives held your cheeks close, leaning in, forehead pressing tightly to yours. It was a seal of some kind, you recalled. A kiss. That was what Mandalorians did, right? “You have every right to be mad. But I’m too charming for you to be too mad, right?” The caution moulded to a purr, testing, soft, silent, anxious.

You felt yourself smile and you lowered your head, forehead brushing his nose. “Yes. You’ve always been too charming.” Something about his hands felt sacred, light, as he ran them around you and pulled you in tighter. A calm hushness fell between you, and though you had a million questions they died as his lips touched your head again. "You aren't... Joking."

"The breath of a rebellion leaves little room for jokes."

You pulled away again, glancing up at him. Your throat dried. "Rebellion? Against... Who?"

His hands tightened on your waist, squeezing you gently as his brows furrowed in thought. "That's not an answer you'll like, cyar'ika."

Your hand moved around, finding the cracks in his armor. The playing was similar to his clone armor- save the chest piece, singed where he had been shot. "Try me," You said, softly, hands dragging up his armor, eyes skimming his face. You gently squeezed his arms, urging him, even though he couldn’t feel it. Fives- he looked wearier. Stressed. “Anything I can do to lift this burden.”

Five’s face- the weariness, the sorrow, the weight, seemed to rise, and he offered a softer smile. “Right. I will tell you, but if I say it now, it kills the mood.” His arms wrapped around you again, tugging you in gently. “And I mean, I like the mood.”

You chuckled. It couldn’t be avoided. “I’m glad I wore my finest robes today.”

“You could have worn a sack and still look stunning.” He pressed his forehead to you, exhaling. “You’re as beautiful as the day, the hour, I lost you.”

“You mean when I lost you.”

“Whatever, someone lost someone else.” Fives’ breath was warm as it moved over your forehead, lips brushing your skin as he ran his hand over your back. “Someone was lost. That’s the point.” He squeezed you, the hold familiar on you, and he said gently, “Which is why I don’t want to lose you again, so please- listen to what I have to say next.”

You drew your head back and looked up at Fives. The thousands of faces of his brothers were there, in his eyes and in his soul, but he was still just Fives. “Alright.”

Fives leaned down, cupping your face, and he said gently, but grimly, “We need to kill the Chancellor.” 

[soclonely]

“I don’t think I can do this.” Fives mumbles, looking down at the ground. “There is no way I will land this job.”

“Fives,” You lift his chin up to look at you. “You will totally nail this job. I have faith in you. You are smart, hardworking, and hit all of the qualifications they ask for.”

“But what if they don’t like me, Y/N?” he pleads. “It's not like the GAR. This is a real job, with real people.” he reaches up, squeezing your hands. “I just-I don’t want to be a disappointment to you.”

You smile softly, pulling Fives into a tight hug. “Fives, you and the other troopers are real people. And yes, this is a big step. Its scary. And you know what?” You pull back to look into his eyes. “Some people may not like you, and some will. It's okay. All that matters in life is that you are happy, no matter what you are doing.”

He sighs, planting a small kiss on your forehead. “You won’t be disappointed if I don’t get this job?”

“Of course not.” you reply, straightening the tie he was wearing. “There are other opportunities out there. And I will support you every step of the way until you find your place in this galaxy.”

“Oh great, more chances to dress up and answer awkward questions from a stranger about my work ethic.” He groans, a small smile appearing after. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you, for going through all of this with me. Must not be easy on you.”

“It's not.” You laugh, tugging on his hand to lead him into the building. “But even if it was, you are worth it. Come on! We are going to be late to your interview.”

“Yes ma’am!”

[emperor-palpaminty]

i love your writing so much !! would it be possible to do “undressing your love interest, having to tend to their wounds, trying not to gawk their chest but failing to do so” with fives and maybe medic!reader? sending good vibes <3

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT FIRST MEETING SHENANIGANS AND ANGST

 GN!MedicReader and Fives post-fake death (because fives is alive and I will fight you)

TW for medical things and talks of death/war!

The medical office was not a place Fives was unfamiliar with. His whole body groaned with the effort as he staggered in, leaning heavily on the wall. His lips parted and he exhaled a weak cry of, "Medic,".

He leaned back on the wall for as long as he could- his legs buckled and finally, he collapsed forward, but some arms, gentle yet strong, caught him.

"Whoa! It's okay, soldier, I've got you." The hands gripped him, tightly, in a familiar way. 

Fives lifted his head, catching a haze of the white coat and concerned eyes before passing out in the arms of the doctor, his legs feeling like lead and his chest burning him alive.

Fives lurched- that was the only way he could describe what his body did. Two hands, firm but with a doctorly touch of bedside manner, pressed on his chest.

“Welcome back to the land of the living.”

Fives gasped for air as the fingers pushed him back on the medical table. His hand reached for his chest which was now smooth of hair. The edges of a bandage shocked his fingers. He lifted his head up and stared down at his chest, heavily breathing. “L- living.”

“Yep.” The doctor stared at his chest, eyes sticking to the bandage. “I have no idea how you survived. Kark, I’ve seen people come in with less than this and die.” They grimaced as they removed their hands, sitting in the nearby chair. “And a clone, no less.”

“You work on a lot?”

“Only a few.” The medic took off the signature white coat off. “Bar fights, lone wolf terrorists ready to jump at the first shiny that’s slightly tipsy... but you-” The jutted a finger towards him. “You’re experienced. The scars- hell, the tattoos even. So,” The medic whipped a chair around and plopped in it, hands resting on the back, chin propped on their wrist. “What the hell is a Five-Oh-First trooper doing in my ward?”

The blood in Fives’ arms were suddenly chilled, and his chest throbbed again. “I... I was hiding. You didn’t tell anyone I’m here?”

The medic arched a brow. “Should I?”

“It would be nice if ya didn’t.” Fives did his best to sit up, but his body strained. “This sucks.”

“We use the cheap bacta down here, Soldier.” The medic sighed. “You aren’t... Echo.”

His muscles clamped, screwing shut. His head darted to the medic, who was staring at his chest. The doctor pointed at his ribs, where a blue handprint permanently rested with his brother's name. “I- No. I’m not Echo.”

“You have a lot of names on you.”

“I’ve got a lot of dead brothers.”

“Hm.”

They rested for a moment, eyes weighing each other- Neither rushed to make a move, an accusation, a deduction. The silence was loud and judgmental for Fives. “I don’t wanna give you any form of identification, really.” He shifted in his seat, moving to lay back. “I’m kind of... running.”

“From who?”

“Oh, you know... The whole republic.”

The medic’s head peered into his vision, blocking his light. On the battlefield, he would be grateful- but currently, agitation ate at the gaping maw of a hole in his chest. “The guys you work for?” When Fives nodded, they leaned over him, staring curiously. “You didn’t try to... run away. I don’t want to harbor a fugitive.”

Fives grimaced. “Then I have bad news for you.”

Groaning, the Medic fell back into their own chair. “You better have committed a cool and important crime, or I swear-”

“I’m wanted for trying to assassinate the Chancellor.”

The Medic stared at him, eyes widening even more than previously- he was shocked their eyes didn’t roll onto the floor and down the street. “You- oh. You did commit a big crime.”

“But I failed.”

“You still tried!”

Fives shrugged. “Next time I’ll succeed.” Simple as that.

The medic was now pacing- a hand was running on their head and they were humming, anxiously. “Look. He’s a slimy and greasy old man. A politician. I get it. Sometimes, I want to do that. But you can’t actually- I mean, why did you do it?”

“He’s trying to destroy the republic.”

“But- he works for-”

“Look, Doc.” Fives sat up again. His whole torso screamed, and his right arm was numb. “I don’t have all the answers. But I’m sure I’ll get ‘em one way or another.” Fives pushed himself off the bed and moved towards the door, promptly collapsing, but the arms found him again, holding him up. 

The medic sighed, a warm breath on him as they dragged him back to the bed. “Oh, no. Not on my watch. No patient is going to go out there, half patched up, only to get another hole in him. I want a full person, not a strainer.” They heaved him onto the cot with a shocking amount of strength. “Not gonna waste all the time I put into you.”

That little flame of irritation sparked. “Then what do you suggest I do!” He barked, even though he was weak. 

The medic stared down at him, and looked at the wounds, the scars, the tattoos, on his chest. They pursed their lips momentarily. “You stay. I am going to go get more supplies to patch up the rest of you.”

He inhaled. The flame snuffed. “I... why?”

“Cuz. I need you fixed up.”

“What for?”

The medic smiled, grabbing a plain poncho from the wall and wrapping it around them. “I need someone to help me run some errands. Think of it as paying me back. And then,” The door slid shut. “We’ll get some answers.”

Fives sat in the dim office, staring at the door. He sighed, mixing with a rumbling groan in his throat as he laid back down. Weariness overtook him as he closed his eyes- one way or another, with or without the doctor, he would find answers and stop the two-faced liar ruling the senate and killing off his brothers. 

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