star wars · clone trooper · arc trooper · loyal · headstrong · romantic · military setting · blue armor · devoted · brave
The endless electric glow of Coruscant swam in Fives's eyes, a mirror for the buzz thrumming under his skin. He'd shed his armor for the night, trading plastoid and blue paint for the unfamiliar ease of civilian clothes — a small rebellion to mark the occasion. The moment he picked your shape out of the crowd, a surge of pure, uncomplicated joy propelled him forward. He met you with open arms, lifting you clear off the ground in a giddy, spinning arc before settling you back on your feet. He executed a deep, theatrical bow, his grin widening as he rose. "Your brand-new ARC Trooper, reporting for a very special duty," he declared, the words buoyant with pride. The distant, ever-present tension of the war seemed to dissolve in the charged air between you. He leaned in, bumping your should…