Clones being Mercilessly Teased for checking you out:


Whatever the Admiral was saying was just background noise for the Captain. He was staring at you instead of paying attention to strategizing. In that moment, watching you fix the panel behind Ahsoka was much more important than the Admiral’s droning. Of course it was, you were you and easily the most beautiful and perfect person on the Resolute. He thought he was being discreet about it; he had his helmet on, but his brothers could tell. Especially after he was caught not paying attention.

Rex was brought back to reality when the General elbowed his side. “Rex. I’ve been trying to get your attention forever. You with us?”

After jumping slightly, he nodded ignoring his brothers snickering, “Of course sir.”

“Right.” The general didn’t sound bought, but let it go. “I guess that wraps it up, dismissed.”

A few minutes later in a hallway, he caught up with Fives. “Hey, Fives, You mind recapping what happened during briefing?”

The arc trooper looked over to the Captain with a smirk, “Why? Did (Y/N)’s hair not give you the plan?”

The now unhelmeted Captain’s cheeks lit up red before Jesse chimed in, “We both know he wasn’t staring so intently her hair.”

“Shut up.” Rex groaned, face redder than a sith lightsaber.

“(Y/N)! Fix my panel!” Hardcase teased in a high pitched voice, swooning over dramatically. Shaking his head, Rex turned around.

“I’ll just ask the commander.” He told them. That didn’t stop Echo.

“You should ask (Y/N). She was probably paying more attention than you were.”


He was supposed to be assisting an interrogation of a separatist spy, but the protocol droid was down and you just happened to be able to interpret- well at least until they booted up another protocol droid. The thing was, Wolffe couldn’t concentrate on a thing Master Plo was saying, only how your voice lilted as you spoke the foreign language, and the motions you made with your hands as you spoke.

He only snapped out of it when he realized he was now staring into your expectant eyes. A rush of epiphany went through him as he snapped his eyes to the waiting general.

“Sorry, Sir, could you repeat yourself?” He hoped the low lighting of the interrogation room was enough to hide the red glow of his cheeks.

“I asked if you could escort Miss (Y/L/N) out, so she can find that protocol droid. Or fix the old one.” The keldor general had an underlying tone of ‘because I know you’re unable to pay attention with (y/n) in the room.’

“Yes, sir. Miss (Y/LN)?” He answered, gaze lowered like a scolded dog, but you just met him with a smirk.

“After you, Commander.”

Not ten minutes later, with you now fixing the protocol droid for the general, Wolffe found himself standing outside the interrogation room with his brothers teasing him.

“Maybe you need (Y/N) to translate basic for you too.” One of them teased, referring to how blankly the commander had stared at you and the General.

The commander shot him a glare before you came back in with the droid. Immediately Wolffe was drinking in the sight of you: you had pulled your hair back, your uniform jacket tied around your waist revealing a matching gray tank top, and he was drawn to the black grease smudge on your cheek. He didn’t even realize the stupid grin that had bubbled up as the other troopers snickered.

“Couldn’t find the new one, but I was able to get this one running again. It’s a little twitchy though.” You explained, proud of your quick handiwork.

“You get that Commander?” Another trooper asked sarcastically. “Or should she translate it for you?”

“Shove off, Snapper.”


He was known for doing this. Everyone noticed it, how Fives sometimes just stopped fighting to simply watch you. Some thought it was rooted in worry for you as you ran amongst the battle to help the injured, other thought he was defective, and some knew it was just because he thought you were that amazing. Whatever the reason, it was also the root of most of the teasing he received.

Echo caught him doing it again: he went from badass arc trooper blasting down commando droid to lax shoulder lover boy watching as you checked a downed trooper for a concussion. Echo yanked Fives down behind some cover. “You wanna fight this battle or get shot while staring at your girlfriend?”

Fives chuckled at the thought- as if it hadn’t happened before. “Enticing offer. Her hair looks nice today.”

Even with the helmet, it was obvious that Echo was rolling his eyes. Suddenly their comma lit up, “Fives, if you get shot because you’re stalking me on the battlefield again, you’re stitching it up yourself. And we both know you failed your first aid class.”

“Brother, even your girl is chirping you. Gotta get your head in the game.” Jesse sassed as he slammed into the wall the ARCs were using for cover. Kix spoke up to.

“Don’t come crawling to me either, softy.”

“Cut the chatter, boys! We got clankers to waste!” Rex shouted as he pressed past them, never ceasing fire.

“Well, you boys heard the captain. Now shoo!” That was you, staring at them from your crouched position shooing the away with flapping motions from your hands. Even with his bucket covering his face, you could tell he was shooting you a cocky grin, probably accompanied by a wink.


Echo was supposed to be focusing, but with you diving after his brother that managed to fall off a bridge into a lake it was rather hard. In hindsight, he knew you were a brilliant swimmer and keeping the troops alive was your entire job, but must you?

Now, you were walking beside him, your GAR nurse uniform was clinging to your body leaving so little to the imagination. So how in the world was he expected to focus on the task at hand with you in that state next to him? Really, it was unfair! His training never prepared him for this!

“Echo, I don’t think the Separatist base is on your girlfriend’s a-”

“Fives, now would be an excellent time to shut your mouth.” Echo hissed back, as Fives snickered.

“It’s a shame, Echo, that the only way for you to get your girl we-” Hardcase started but you cut him off.

“I’m a nurse and I know how to keep you alive, I also know the most painful ways to end you.” You interrupted. It would have been less scary if you had growled it, but instead you paired it with a sickly sweet smile.

“Yes ma’am.” Hardcase gulped with a nervous smile.

Suddenly, Echo felt two hard claps on his back, looking over his shoulder to see Captain Rex and Commander Cody both with shit eating grins. Echo cursed his wondering eyes.

“C’mon, it’s not Echo’s fault that (y/n) would rather jump off a bridge that deal with him.” The Yellow painted commander smirked. Echo watched you roll your eyes before playfully thwacking a hand across his shoulder.

“Besides, like you said Hardcase this is the only time she’ll ever be soaked for’em.”


Tup had always been a daydreamer, more content with imagining things than whatever was actually happening in real life. In fact, he relied on it when it came to heights. ( He blamed his fear of heights on his first mission when the General flung him off a building like a frisbee for the commander to catch with the force. According to Rex it happened a lot. )

Regardless, the only reason he wasn’t completely terrified of the gunships rattling and constant swerved was the fact he could focus on you. Dressed in you GAR nurse uniform, backpack strapped tightly as you clung to the rope dangling from the ceiling for stability. He watched as you yelled to speak to Kix, he could read your lips. Then the gunship hit a hard left and he watched your grip slip; he watched you almost fall to the floor (a recipe for disaster in a crowded gunship). Tup breathed a sigh of relief when Jesse caught you single handedly by the handle of your backpack, and laughed softly when he picked you up by it like a kitten by the scruff of its neck and set you down next to him.

Grinning up to the teardrop tattooed trooper, you stretched to reach the grip but another violent shake sent you into his chest. Another chuckle followed by a blush, he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you secure. You laughed at the groans of his brothers.

“Do y’all have to do that right now?” Hardcase groaned as he watched the PDA.

“Lovebirds, keep it behind closed door.” Fives groaned, shaking his head.

“Y’all are just mad because Tup’s getting more action than any of y’all combined!” Jesse called back. Your cheeks lit up red, and even under the helmet you could tell his probably were too.

“Well, I can’t reach the grips because y’all are unfairly tall and the floor is disgusting so….” You hissed.

“Can we please just focus on the battle ahead?” The captain pleaded.

“Yeah, good luck getting Tup to focus with his dream girl clinging to him!” Echo laughed.

“There just jealous.” You whispered after standing on your tiptoes to get closer to his ear. He chuckled and just held you a little tighter.

I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long. Requested by many anons.

Up next: Rex, Kix, Fives, and Echo accidentally getting married after being undercover as a married couple.
Slaves of the Republic - zinjadu - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Miraj Scintel, CT-7567 | Rex
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Episode, Slaves of the Republic, Undercover, Slavery, Voyeurism, it never goes as planned, boundaries get pushed, it gets awkward, then it gets serious, with a little Rexsoka on the end because I’m scum

AU of S04E12: Slaves of the Republic. Taking on the trope of “what if Rex was the slave and Ahsoka was the seller?” How would our heroes really feel at dealing with the wrongness that is Zygerria, the sleemo that is the queen, and the pressure to complete the mission at the expense of their own integrity?

By doing the job, of course, no matter how horrible and weird it gets.

Captain and Siren AU!

“Ever so often, Lexa leaves small things by the edge of the water. A handful of buttons. A silver necklace that used to be her mother’s. Half a pastry. A little box inlaid with mother of pearl.

And slowly, the objects start to disappear.”

[Happy Halloween everyone!! =]


The Court of Dreams (4/?) / Cassian

First Cassian and Azriel appeared in the doorway. The High Lord’s general and Shadowsinger – and the most powerful Illyrians in history.

“Can he beat you?” – “Hand-to-hand combat? Yes. He’d have to earn it for a change, but he’d win. Cassian is the best warrior I’ve encountered in any court, any land. He leads my armies because of it.

“I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes even mourn them.”

“I saw Cassian trudging through the mud (…) bastards are given nothing: they find their own shelter, own food. If they survive and get picked to be in a war-band, they’ll be bottom-ranking forever, but recieve their own tents and supplies. But until then he’d stay in the cold.” – “Those mountains,” Azriel added, his face hard as ice,” offer some of the harschest conditions you can imagine.”

- please do not use edits/manips without asking -

This piece of Cassian-meta is the most beautiful thing ever written. Thank you @highfaelucien, my dear Third, for blessing the world with this.