Warnings: lots of angst, reader struggles with Fives’s deployment, suggestive content, SO much angst
A/N: The title is Mando’a for “goodbye” but literally translates to “maybe we’ll meet again,” and I meant for it to have this double meaning. If you’d like to know why I wrote this particular fic, check the notes at the end!
You hated these days with every fiber of your being: Fives’s departure for deployment. You never knew when or if he’d come back, and the uncertainty of it all made it so much harder for you to face the mornings of his deployment. You were restless all night, plagued by nightmares of losing him to battle. But you never woke him, knowing this would be the last time before his mission that he would actually get a full night’s rest.
