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From the very second she met him, she knew he was trouble. The fifth Fett or “Fives” was dangerous to her.
Not in a harmful way, but a dangerous attraction for him developed very quickly.
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The problem? Her self proclaimed “big brothers” had eyes everywhere.
Rex— the oldest Fett was always quietly watching, protective in the way only Rex could be—measured, steady, firm. Anakin was worse, his protective streak so obvious and explosive that the idea of him ever catching her and Fives even looking at each other too long was enough to make Ahsoka’s stomach drop.
Rex and Anakin had met her one day in her freshman year of high school after slapping a guy who was harassing her in public. They were already sophomores in college but after beating the shit of the guy, they started talking and found out she went to the same high school as Rex’s younger brothers. Echo and Fives were seniors, Jesse was a junior, and the youngest, Tup, is a sophomore.
Rex had talked to his brothers and all of a sudden one day, she had four large Fetts hanging around her making her their friend.
~~~~~~~
It had been a year since being dragged into new friendships and Ahsoka wouldn’t have it any other way.
At this moment in time, she had snuck out from the house she lived in with Rex, Anakin and the others and was at a party. One Fives was conveniently also at.
"Didn't think the great Ahsoka Tano partied," came a voice at her side, familiar and full of mischief.
She turned, slowly.
“Fives.”
He leaned on the bar with that crooked smile. Shirt rolled at the sleeves, tattoos visible. Hair a little messy. Casual. Dangerous. He had a drink in hand, but his eyes were on her like she was the intoxicating thing in the room.
Ahsoka arched her brow. “Didn’t think you flirted with the girl the rest of your brother’s saw as a little sister”
He leaned in. “Its a good thing I don’t see you like that then. You know if Rex caught you here he’d lose his shit.”
With a flirty smile she got up on her tip toes and said, “Then don’t tell him I’m here.”
Fives smiled, grabbed her with a hand on her neck and dragged her into a kiss. This was just the very beginning.
~~~~~~
The kiss wasn't just a kiss. It was a spark to a fuse.
Fives’ hand on her neck wasn't possessive, it was grounding, a necessary anchor in the sudden, dizzying whirlwind of sensation. His lips were warm and tasted faintly of cheap vodka and mint, and Ahsoka met his passion with her own, a silent, defiant answer to a year of stolen glances and unspoken tension.
He broke away, his forehead resting against hers, breath mingling. "My room," he murmured, the words a low rumble against her lips. "Echo's covering for me. Said I was at the library."
A reckless, giddy laugh bubbled up in Ahsoka's chest. "The library? And he said it with a straight face?"
"Echo's a better liar than people think," Fives grinned, that crooked, dangerous smile that made her knees weak. He laced his fingers with hers, and they slipped out of the noisy, crowded party into the cool night air, two shadows escaping the watchful eyes of their world.
Fives didn't live with Rex and Anakin. He and Echo shared the guest house with two rooms attached to the main house. The second the door clicked shut, the careful composure they’d maintained in public vanished. Fives pinned her against the door, his body a solid, welcome weight, and captured her mouth in another searing kiss. This one was deeper, hungrier. Ahsoka’s hands slid up his arms, feeling the corded muscle and the raised lines of his tattoos beneath her fingertips.
"Rex texted the group chat," she gasped between kisses, her head spinning. "Said to check in by midnight. He doesn’t know I came to the party"
Fives chuckled, his lips trailing down her jaw to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Let me see your phone."
She fished it from her back pocket, and he took it, his fingers flying over the screen before handing it back. He’d typed a message to the chat named ‘Overprotective Lummoxes’: At a friend’s house studying for the chem final. Might crash here. Don’t wait up!
"Studying?" Ahsoka arched a brow, tossing her phone onto a nearby chair.
"Chemistry," Fives said, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr as his hands settled on her hips. "There's definitely an experiment happening here."
He walked her backwards towards the couch, falling onto it and pulling her down with him so she was straddling his lap. This new position sent a fresh jolt of heat through her. She was level with him now, able to look directly into his dark, intense eyes. Her hands found their way into his hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
"This is a bad idea," she whispered, even as she leaned in to nibble his lower lip.
"The worst," he agreed, his hands sliding from her hips to the small of her back, pressing her closer. "We're terrible people."
"Terrible," she echoed, her words dissolving into a moan as he kissed her again, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. This was nothing like the quick, furtive makeouts she’d had with boys at school. This was all-consuming. His hands roamed her back, tracing the line of her spine, and she rocked against him, a slow, instinctual movement that made him groan into her mouth.
They broke apart, breathing heavily, foreheads touching once more. The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths and the distant hum of traffic.
"Anakin would actually murder me," Fives said, a hint of awe in his voice. "He'd use the metal bat or something."
"And Rex would just look at you with that disappointed stare, and that would be worse," Ahsoka countered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
"So we don't get caught," he said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. His thumbs drew slow circles on the bare skin of her lower back, just under the hem of her shirt. "We're good at this. We've been sneaking around for months just to have five-minute conversations."
This was different, and they both knew it. Those five-minute conversations were just the prelude. This—the weight of him beneath her, the taste of him on her tongue, the feeling of his heart hammering against her own chest—this was the main event.
"Okay," she whispered, sealing the pact with another kiss, softer this time, but no less potent. "We don't get caught."
For the rest of the night, the outside world ceased to exist. There was only the dim light of his apartment, the feel of worn denim and soft cotton under their hands, and the intoxicating exploration of each other. It was a tangled, breathless mess of limbs and whispered jokes and passionate, drawn-out sex that left them both aching and wanting more.
It was the thrilling, dangerous beginning of their secret, a flame they were determined to keep hidden from the very people who had brought them together.
~~~~~~~
At school, they had to pretend nothing had happened. Echo, Jesse, and Tup were around all the time, so they had to hide. One of the few days Ahsoka was with her other friends, they were at lunch when Lux put his arm around Ahsoka and drew her closer. She didn’t think anything of it.
Fives however? Absolutely hated it.
~~~~~~
Later that day the house was completely empty except for our two lovers.
Ahsoka pressed her back to a cool support pillar, heart racing.
Fives stood in front of her, backpack and school uniform off, jaw tense.
“You let Bonteri put his arm around you,” he said, voice low, not quite angry. “In front of everyone.”
She scoffed. “It was just a joke. He didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
He stepped in.
And she felt it — that shift in the air. The weight of his gaze. That command hidden under the charm.
She lifted her chin. “What’re you going to do about it?”
He was on her before she finished speaking — not rough, but deliberate. Hands pinning her wrists to the pillar above her head, bodies aligned with no room to breathe.
“I don’t like sharing,” he growled.
Her pulse roared in her ears.
“You don’t own me,” she breathed.
One hand slid to her throat, not squeezing — just holding. “No. But you gave yourself to me anyway.”
She couldn’t deny it. Didn’t want to.
His lips ghosted over her neck, then down to her collarbone, warm and hungry. Her knees weakened.
“You act tough in front of them,” he whispered, “but when we’re alone? You listen. You take what I give you. And you love it.”
Her breath came in short, shaky bursts. “Fives—”
“Keep your voice down, baby,” he murmured, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Or someone might walk in and find out who you really belong to.”
She bit her lip.
And melted into him.
~~~~~~~
The world, which had shrunk to the space between their bodies and the soft warmth of the blanket, exploded back into reality with the sound of the front door swinging open.
“—told you they weren’t at the arcade, the car’s right outside—” Jesse’s voice cut off abruptly.
Ahsoka froze, her head pillowed on Fives’ chest. Fives’ arm, which had been draped loosely over her, tightened instantly, his entire body going rigid beneath her.
The five figures in the doorway stood frozen, their faces a cascading series of horrified realizations.
Echo, who was first, looked stricken, his eyes wide with a deep, personal hurt. He’d been the one covering for his twin, and the betrayal was written plainly on his face. Jesse’s expression morphed from confusion to a dawning, protective fury. Tup, the youngest, just looked shocked and sad, his gaze dropping to the floor as if to give them a shred of dignity.
And then there was Rex and Anakin.
Rex’s face was not angry, but profoundly disappointed and grim. It was the look of a commander who had just seen a vital line of trust shattered. His eyes, usually so steady and reassuring, scanned the scene: the discarded clothes, the blanket, the guilt on Ahsoka’s face, the defiant yet chastised look on Fives’.
Anakin’s whole body started shaking with rage.
The silence was heavy and sickening.
It was Echo who broke it, his voice quiet and wounded. “Fives… you lied to me. You used me to lie to them.” He gestured weakly toward Rex and the others.
But it was Rex who took a single, deliberate step forward, his gaze a weight that seemed to press down on both of them.
“Ahsoka,” Rex said, his voice low and terribly even. “Are you okay?”
The question wasn’t about the moment, but about everything. It was a question born from the core reason they had all taken her under their wing—to protect her. To ensure no one would ever take advantage of her again.
Before she could stammer a reply, Jesse found his voice, a low, furious tremor in it. “How long, Fives? How long have you been sneaking around with her?” He took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists. “She’s a kid!”
“She’s a year younger than Tup!” Fives shot back, his voice rough with a defensive anger that didn't quite mask his shame.
“That’s not the point and you know it!” Jesse fired back. “We’re supposed to look out for her, not… not this!” He gestured at them, his disgust evident.
Tup finally spoke, his voice small. “We trusted you both.”
The words landed like a physical blow. Ahsoka felt a hot flush of shame crawl up her neck. This wasn’t about jealousy; it was about a sacred, brotherly trust they had violated.
Rex’s eyes never left Fives. “We brought her into this family to keep her safe. To be her brothers. What part of this,” he said, his voice dropping to a deadly calm, “looks like keeping her safe, Fives? Hiding in the guest house, lying to everyone who cares about her?”
Fives had no answer. The rebellious fire in his eyes guttered out under the cold water of Rex’s logic and palpable disappointment.
Rex then looked at Ahsoka, and the hurt in his gaze was worse than any anger. “We worried when you didn’t answer your phone, ‘Soka. We drove all over looking for you. We thought something had happened to you.”
The truth of it crashed down on her. They weren’t angry they’d been deceived; they were terrified she’d been hurt. The studying text, the sneaking out—it had all been read through the lens of their protectiveness, and they had failed the test.
Rex’s jaw tightened. “Get dressed. Both of you.” He turned to Jesse and Echo. “Take Tup to the main house. Now.”
As the others filed out, casting one last, devastated look behind them, Rex remained, a silent, stoic sentinel of their mistake. He didn't look at them, giving them a shred of privacy, but his presence filled the room, a tangible reminder of the family they had just fractured.
The thrilling, dangerous secret was out. And as Ahsoka fumbled for her clothes with trembling hands, she realized it hadn't been found out as a grand romance, but as a profound betrayal of the very people who loved them most.
~~~~~~
The silence in the main living room was heavier than any shouting could have been. Rex’s words, “Ahsoka, you’re fifteen years old,” hung in the air, a simple, irrefutable fact that felt like a verdict.
“And Fives is seventeen! It’s not that big of a deal! I’m not a little girl!” Ahsoka yelled back, the tears she’d been fighting now streaming down her cheeks. Fives stood rigid beside her, his hand finding hers and lacing their fingers together in a show of solidarity that made Anakin’s eye twitch.
“It is a big deal,” Rex’s voice was low, strained with the effort to remain calm. “It’s not just the age, Ahsoka. It’s the lying. It’s the sneaking. It’s him,” he said, jabbing a finger in Fives’ direction, “going behind our backs—behind my back—with the one person we all agreed was off-limits.”
“I’m not a piece of property! You don’t get to decide who’s ‘off-limits’!” she fired back, her voice cracking.
“We decided to be your family!” Anakin exploded, finally unable to contain his rage. He took a step forward, his focus entirely on Fives. “And you, you selfish little— We took care of you! We looked out for you! And this is how you repay that? By corrupting her?”
“I didn’t corrupt her!” Fives shot back, his own temper flaring. “I love her!”
The word echoed in the tense room, shocking everyone into a momentary silence, including Ahsoka, who looked up at him with wide, shimmering eyes.
Rex’s expression hardened. “You’re a seventeen-year-old boy. You don’t know what love is. You know what lust is. And you risked her well-being, her reputation, and this family’s trust for it.”
“That’s not true,” Ahsoka whispered, but her voice was lost in the storm.
The “protective mode” that followed was absolute and suffocating. It was a lockdown.
Fives was effectively banished from the main house. He was told in no uncertain terms that his presence was tolerated, but not welcome, outside of the guest house. Rex and Anakin enacted a rotating watch schedule. Ahsoka was never alone. If she went to school, Jesse or Echo was tasked with walking her to her classes. After school, she was to come directly home. Her phone was checked nightly. Her texts were monitored.
The brotherhood fractured. Echo was cold and distant, not just with Fives, but with Ahsoka too, feeling used by both. Jesse was a silent, disapproving shadow. Tup looked at her with puppy-dog eyes full of confusion. The easy camaraderie, the movie nights, the shared meals—it all vanished, replaced by a house divided by silence and suspicion.
For two weeks, Ahsoka and Fives only exchanged desperate, fleeting glances in school hallways, their secret now a painful, open wound. The weight of the collective disappointment was crushing.
The breaking point came on a rainy Thursday. Ahsoka, feeling like a prisoner in her own home, tried to slip out to just breathe. Anakin caught her at the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice tight.
“For a walk! Is that a crime now?” she snapped, tears of frustration welling up.
“Until we can trust you again, yes, it is,” he replied, crossing his arms.
Something in Ahsoka snapped. “You’re not my fathers! You’re supposed to be my brothers! Brothers trust each other! You’re smothering me!”
From the doorway of the guest house, Fives watched, his heart aching. He saw the tears on her face, the defeat in her posture. This was his fault. He’d been so focused on what he wanted, on the thrill of the secret, that he hadn’t considered the full cost. He saw the way his own brothers looked at him—not with anger anymore, but with a weary distrust.
He made a decision.
He walked out into the rain, ignoring the downpour that instantly soaked his shirt. He walked straight up to the main porch where Anakin and Ahsoka were arguing.
“Stop,” Fives said, his voice quiet but firm.
Anakin turned a glare on him. “You don’t get a say here.”
“Yes, I do,” Fives said, meeting his gaze. He then looked at Rex, who had appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed. “You’re all right. I was selfish. I was so caught up in how I felt about her that I didn’t think about what was best for her. I used Echo. I lied to all of you. And I put Ahsoka in a position where she felt she had to lie too. That’s on me.”
He turned to Ahsoka, his expression pained but sincere. “I do love you, ‘Soka. But loving you shouldn’t mean isolating you from the people who love you most. It shouldn’t mean making you cry because you’re a prisoner in your own home.”
He looked back at Rex and Anakin. “I’ll back off. I’ll follow your rules. No more secrets. No more sneaking. You want to supervise us? Fine. But stop punishing her. The cold war, the silent treatment… it’s killing her. And she doesn’t deserve that.”
The rain pattered down on the three of them. Rex studied Fives, looking for the lie, the trick. He saw only raw, painful honesty.
Anakin’s defensive posture softened a fraction. “You mean that?”
“I’ve never meant anything more,” Fives said, his shoulders slumping in defeat, but his eyes clear.
Rex let out a long, slow breath. He looked from Fives’ determined face to Ahsoka’s hopeful, tear-streaked one. He saw the strain the past weeks had put on all of them. He saw the genuine remorse in Fives, and the genuine love between them.
“Okay,” Rex said finally, the single word lifting the immense weight from the porch. “New rules. You can see each other. Here. In the main house. With one of us in the next room. No closed doors. You have a curfew. And you,” he said, looking pointedly at Fives, “are on probation. One more lie, one step out of line, and this is over for good. Understood?”
Fives nodded immediately. “Understood.”
Ahsoka rushed forward and threw her arms around Fives, burying her face in his wet shirt. He held her tightly, a sense of rightness settling over him for the first time in weeks.
It wasn’t the thrilling, dangerous secret they had before. It was something slower, harder, and infinitely more real. It was supervised movie nights on the couch, with Rex reading a book in the armchair nearby. It was study dates at the kitchen table with Anakin “fixing” the sink across the room. It was awkward and frustrating at times, but it was honest.
Slowly, the trust was rebuilt. Echo saw Fives trying and began to thaw. Jesse stopped his constant surveillance, and Tup started smiling at them again. They were proving that what they had wasn’t just a reckless fling, but something that could exist in the light.
Months later, on Ahsoka’s sixteenth birthday, the family was whole again, celebrating together in the main house. As the party wound down, Rex handed Fives the keys to his car.
“Take her for a drive,” Rex said, his voice quiet. “Just for an hour. No curfew.”
Fives looked at him, stunned. “Rex, are you sure?”
Rex clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder, a small, genuine smile on his face. “You’ve earned it. You’ve been a man about this. Just… have her back by midnight, okay?”
That drive, under the vast, starlit sky, with the windows down and Ahsoka’s hand in his, felt more freeing than any secret rendezvous ever had. They had faced the storm together, and they had come out the other side, not as secret lovers, but as a real couple, with the hard-won blessing of their fiercely protective, endlessly loving family. The danger was gone, replaced by something far more powerful: a love that was finally, truly, allowed to exist.