#hardcase x gn reader

[dystopicjumpsuit]

So cute and sweet! I love the way you write Hardcase!

The Clonetrooper

Pairing: Hardcase X GN Reader Event: @cloneficgiftexchange for @goblininawig I picked Hardcase I used both "I hope you like it." || feelings confessed in an awkward-but-loveable way Fic title inspired by The Nutcracker (the entire ballet is some of my favorite holiday music so I was listening to it while writing) Rating: SFW Summary: Hardcase makes Reader a gift for Life Day. Warning: None. Word Count:1096 Graphic Header and Dividers by: @sunshinesdaydream (me)

“Where did you get the bristles, Tup?” Hardcase examined the brush end of the makeshift paintbrush Tup had put together. The ones they used for their armor would be far to large for the job. “Wait, is this your hair?!?!” 

Tup shrugged, turning around, “can you even see where that little  bit came from? It’s not even a whole curl. Besides, it’s for a good cause!”

“What’s going on here?” Fives asked as he and Jesse came into the bunkroom. 

“Nothing!” Tup said, stepping between Hardcase and the other two. Hardcase rolled his eyes. He could do without this kind of help. 

“Tup you’re hiding something,” Jesse said. 

“No…” Tup began to answer but got jostled aside by the other two. 

“Hey ‘Case,” Jesse said, sitting on the bunk next to him. 

“Hello Jess, Fives. What’s up,”  Hardcase asked. 

“We just got off of corridor patrol.  We were wondering what you were up to,” Fives answered. 

Hardcase held up the makeshift brush. “Just going to do some painting,” 

“What’s this?” Fives got a hold of the doll before Hardcase could move it. 

“A doll? And paint?” Jesse asked. “You’re making a doll of yourself! This I would expect from Fives,”

“Hey!” Fives exclaimed before Hardcase interrupted. 

“It’s not for me,” Hardcase answered, without thinking. 

“Is this for that mechanic you are crushing on?” Fives asked. 

“What do you care?” Hardcase asked, “give it back,” he tried to grab it back from Fives, but was worried it would get damaged if he did it wrong. 

Fives tossed it to Jesse, who once he got ahold of it started making kissy sounds and said, mocking Hardcase’s accents “Cyar’ika! I love you! Mwah mwah” laughing when Hardcase lunged for him and tossed it back to Fives while he still made the kissy noises among his fits of laughter. 

To his credit, Tup tried to get it mid air but missed. 

“Hardcase, you’re supposed to give them chocolates,” Fives said, laughing. 

“Or flowers,” Jesse volunteered. 

“Those things don’t last very long, do they?” Tup asked. 

Fives stopped, “yeah, I guess not,” he handed the doll back to Hardcase. 

He retreated to his bunk, picked up the brush, but stopped. After a few minutes of glaring at the doll Jesse asked, from his bunk. “What’s wrong ‘Case?”

“You weren’t taking us seriously were you?” Fives continued. “Because we’re excited for you, you know that,”

“Ah, no. I know you two are full of shit” Hardcase rubbed his head. “It’s just…is this vain? Giving them a doll of myself?”

“Hey, no!” Fives said.  “No way!”

“Yeah, we’ve seen the way they look at you when we go into the LAATs for battle,” Jesse told him. 

“I told you,” Tup said, “it’s a good idea.”

“It’s an excellent idea,” Fives agreed. “So are you giving it to them at the Life Day celebrations?”

“Unless we are in battle then,” Tup qualified. 

The best that could be managed for decorations were some spot lights turned to festive colors and aimed at the walls of the Cafeteria. Someone had sliced into the com system for the room to be able to pipe holiday music in and still send emergency coms over it. 

Through some miracle of the supply network Life Day cookies had been procured along with plenty of punch. The least noxious of rations were being served that day.  And enough room had been cleared for a dance floor. 

Some one even managed to rig a holoprojector to project a Life Day tree. People were exchanging small gifts of artwork, writing, the recipient’s favorite ration bar, pretty rocks and shells found planetside. Small crafted things, some inexpensive souvenirs from various places.

You fidget the small pouch in your pocket. It holds a crystal from your home planet that you had fashioned into a necklace. It just felt right, giving him something of yourself when you confess to him.  

Scanning the room repeatedly, even though you know he isn’t there. Was he coming? Everyone that wasn’t on duty was. Had he gotten pulled to cover for someone? If you didn’t tell him today you had no idea when you’d get the courage again. The pilots were already teasing you about it. Evidently you were more obvious about it than you thought. 

Then you see Fives and Echo enter the mess hall from the other side, grinning. Behind them and seemingly escorted by Tup with Jesse, Dogma, and Kix behind them was Hardcase. Anxiety clear in his expression and carrying a gift. 

As his eyes swept the room, clearly searching for someone, you left. Walking quickly down corridors. ‘This was a bad idea’ you thought as you head for the security of your work station, or even a ship console to worm your way under and bury all thought in work. 

You hear someone calling you as footsteps followed you. Likely one of your pilot friends.  

“I’m going back to work,” you call back without looking. 

“Can I please talk to you first?” The answer comes.  

You turn towards the speaker and see Hardcase walking towards you. The sudden urge to just tell him bubbles up strong again.  

“Yeah, I actually wanted to talk to you too,” now glad that you were in the corridors and away from the mess hall. 

He still holds the package as he approaches with a grin.  

“I need to..” you begin at the same time as he says ,”I want..”

Then you both say, “ you first”

And you wonder for a second whether he intends on saying the same thing as you do.  

“Uh, um. Here, this is for you,” he stammers, “I hope you like it”

Before you take the package from him you pull the pouch out of your pocket.

“This is for you,” you put it in his hand. 

“For me?” He asks, wonderingly. 

You nod, but before you can say anything he says, “Open it, please?” And continues while you do, “I wanted to get you something, and… I hope it’s not weird.  It’s I just really like you and,”

His stammers break off at your gasp when you see the trooper doll, carefully and perfectly painted to match his armor. You surge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him.  Hardcase pauses, stunned for a split second, then responds with his arms coming around you to hold you close. 

You pull back long enough for your own confession, “I love you, Hardcase,” 

His smile is the brightest you have ever seen when he answers, “and I love you too,” and kisses you again. 

⛄Happy Holidays⛄

🤍🖤🧡Love & Wrecker Hugs🧡🖤🤍

Sunshine

[mori-does-sw]

CLONE CRUSHES: TORRENT COMPANY

PAIRING \ Torrent Company x GN!Reader (Rex, Fives, Echo, Kix, Hardcase, Jesse, Tup) SYNOPSIS \ How the troopers of Torrent Company act when they have a crush on you. WARNING(S) \ None AUTHOR'S NOTE \ This took me an insanely long time to finish, but here we are! Yes, the Mon Gala is a reference to the Met Gala. I am inordinately proud of it.

CAPTAIN REX

Rex is awkward—awkward around you when he realizes how strong his feelings are and awkward doing anything about it. He does more fumbling than flirting in the beginning, stuck in his head and panicking about it, but he gets more comfortable over time.

Give him a break, he’s doing his best.

Despite being standoffish in his affections, Rex is a gentleman and he’ll prove it to you in a million little actions. When you’re commuting through Coruscant, he’ll always walk on the side of you closest to traffic. If there aren’t enough seats of everyone at a group gathering, he would immediately get up and give you his. The second that you admit to being cold, he’s giving you some of his spare blacks.

Speaking of letting you borrow his clothes… seeing you wearing them for the first time almost breaks his brain. He just stands there and stares at you, eyes wide and head buzzing. All he can think about is how karking gorgeous you are, and how he can get you to replace your entire wardrobe with his stuff.

Later, he tells you that you can “just keep it”, and that he has plenty of replacements. He is not subtle at all, and thus deserves all the shit he’s going to get for it.

Rex doesn’t often show up to plans that aren’t mission-critical, not unless a few members of Torrent Company drag him along. Or, if he knows that you’re going to be there.

He could be at the Mon Gala, with all the most famous and wealthy beings on Coruscant, and he’ll literally just show up and talk to you the entire time. If he can’t, if he’s trapped in a conversation that’s actually important or you’re pulled away, he’ll watch from a distance until he can make his way back.

Rex knows his priorities. With a little luck, he might just become as important to you as you are to him.

ARC TROOPER ECHO

Echo’s feelings are pretty contained, much like the trooper himself, but the way he looks at you gives it all away.

You can be doing anything and he’ll be staring at you with literal heart eyes, but he can’t help it. You’re cute. He’ll watch you go about your life, perfectly intent until the warmth in his chest spills over and forces his gaze away to sort through his thoughts.

He’s on the other side of the damn room and you’ve somehow made him go all shy.

Echo’s observant—kind of has to be, as an ARC trooper—and he’ll catalog every habit of yours down to the littlest detail. A part of him craves the intimacy of knowing everything about you, something that fuels his quiet delight at being able to suss out what you’re thinking when others can’t. 

More often than not, his insight into you catches you off guard. Convincing others that you aren’t scared out of your mind is practically a job requirement, but somehow, you can never fool Echo. Not even your bravest face can convince him that you don’t need to lean on him, tell him your frustrations, or hold hands under the table.

Usually, Echo keeps to himself, a little closed off to anyone but his closest vode. But the minute you walk into the room, his mood immediately brightens. He’s quicker to smile and laugh; it’s like all his stress melts away, and that doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of Torrent Company.

Hardcase has sneakily captured more than a few clips of you two, edited over with so many pink filters and glitter hearts that you’re barely recognizable, and circulated them among the vode.

It doesn’t matter if Echo tries to scour them from the holonet, they become so well-known that clones from entirely different battalions will ask him about his cyare.

He's eternally grateful for the Prime’s dark complexion—you don’t even have to lift a finger to get under his skin. You fluster him too easily. He’s helpless but to forgive you, though, when you smile at him the way you do.

ARC TROOPER FIVES

Fives could care less whether other people are laughing at him or with him—he knows he’s hilarious, and that’s enough to satisfy his ego. The only person who makes him uncharacteristically self-conscious is, well, you.

Yes, Echo has (and will) tease him endlessly for this.

Whenever he’s around you, he’d feel an undeniable urge to do one thing: make you laugh. He cracks a joke and immediately peeks over to gauge your reaction. If he succeeds in making you chuckle, snort, or even just breathe a little harder out of your nose, he lights up. You’re gorgeous when you laugh, even more so when it’s because of him. He can’t help but double down on the bit until you’re too weak to breathe.

Complaining about your sides hurting only prompts him to apologize for “being too funny for you to handle”.

Fives is an incorrigible flirt on a good day, but when he’s around you it becomes 1000% worse. He’s guilty of every cheesy move in the playbook—pretending to yawn and stretch so that he can put his arm around your shoulders, asking you to “hold something” and taking your offered hand in his, or even faux-demanding that you kiss his injuries better. 

He means everything he says, but he’s very careful to make his overtures playful. Fives doesn’t want to scare you away if you don’t feel the same.

Being near to you puts him at ease, soothes an itch he didn’t even realize he had before you both met. He unconsciously seeks out contact with you all the time, pressing his knee to your under the table, bumping shoulders, playing with the fabric of your sleeves. Small things.

So, he’s touchy, and about half of the time he doesn’t even realize it. Why should he, when he’s always shared contact freely with his vode? 

Maybe he makes just one too many comments, gets a little too comfortable in your personal space, gives in to his desire to see you flustered—but when you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, he’s toast. Smile a bit, touch him, and Fives goes from a cocky, formidable ARC trooper to a stammering cadet.

He’s kind of okay with his brain melting, though, because you’re so pleased with yourself. And although he’s hot-faced and grinning like an idiot, he’s your idiot.

LIEUTENANT JESSE

Much like Fives, Jesse is a joker—one of his favorite activities is making fun of you, and in a way that implies you’re the one who’s crushing instead of him. It’s merciless, especially when the rest of Torrent company catch on to the bit. Getting flustered only makes it worse, easier for him to tease you about “getting nervous around him”.

Watch what you say when he’s around, because anything that could be construed as innuendo will be. Ask an innocent question about if clone armor is hot to wear, and watch Jesse’s smirk grow as he says: “I think I should be asking you that, sugar.”

It’s kind of a way for him to test you, figure out how the idea of liking him affects you.

His vode discover his true feelings when he actually shares his food with you, sometimes without you even having to ask. It’s kind of mindboggling to see the same guy who threatened Kix for stealing his rations readily let you eat from his plate.

He’d be so happy if you shared your food with him, too. Even more so if you bring him things that aren’t rations. The closest he’s ever come to straight-up confessing his love for you is when you got a box of Mandalorian uj cake for him because he’d never tried it.

However, playful, joking Jesse can become a no-nonsense bodyguard at the drop of a hat. He has a protective streak a mile long, something that drives him to shield his brothers from allies and enemies alike, and more recently, you. 

Jesse is intimidating as haran, built like a tank and covered with tattoos, and it’s made so much worse when someone’s targeting you. He’s not afraid to get in people’s faces about it, either, over two hundred pounds of ARC fueled by rage and spite. A little “chat” is all they need to get them to apologize to you—though, in Jesse’s expert opinion, they don’t deserve your forgiveness.

All of his bravado melts when you quietly thank him for defending you. That’s his job, sugar, and don’t you forget it.

CLONE MEDIC KIX

Between carrying out his duty to the Republic and ensuring his idiot vode don’t keel over and die, Kix neither has the time nor the energy to be throwing himself at his crush. Even without his job running him ragged, he wouldn’t be the type—no matter how intense his feelings are.

Rather, Kix courts you. From a distance.

While Kix may not have much in terms of credits, he’ll do everything in his power to make your life a little easier; By virtue of his authority and near-legendary status amongst the troops, he has a lot of influence on his side. And if that doesn’t work, well… there’s many reasons why you don’t piss off a medic.

Little acts of service are it for him. Before you even get to the refractory, he’s set aside your favorite “flavor” of ration bar to ensure they don’t run out. If you complain about being tired, you’ll find an extra cup of caff—or a sedative—sitting innocently on your desk. 

Struggling with the mountain of stuff you’re carrying? Kix is hauling whatever items are in reach into his arms before you even ask for help. About to miss the turbolift? He’ll hold the door for you and glare at his vode if they complain too much.

Need a hand to hold during a procedure? Don’t worry honey, he’s got you.

Kix loves that you treat his time with respect, but sometimes getting you all to himself is a high-stakes negotiation. You’ll bicker back and forth, him insisting that no, you’re not intruding on him or his brothers, and you trying to reassure him that he isn’t obligated to hang out with you if he’s too tired or doesn’t want to be around natborns. He knows he isn’t, but you’re oblivious to how much he wants to.

Kix would get so slick about stealing you away. When he has the opportunity, he’ll casually strike up a conversation about field medicine and- oh, you don’t remember that training session? Well, he has a blank space on his schedule today and he’s more than happy to slot you in for a little extra help.

He’d be (quietly) over the moon if you decided to slip into his office and chat with him while he tears through paperwork or runs labs. While he fantasizes about hopes to take you out on a proper date someday, he’s content to bottle up your laughter as he complains about di’kute vode, hoarding the memory for the darkest moments of the war.

CLONE TROOPER HARDCASE

Congratulations! With Hardcase crushing on you, you’ve snagged a two-in-one deal: A personal hype man and an overexcited puppy.

In Hardcase’s eyes you’re superior at everything you do, period. He insists that you’re the best at your job any chance he gets, even going so far as to volunteer your name whenever some mission needs your kind of expertise—annoying, but it’s hard to stay mad at him for long.

Your competence is really attractive to him, and sometimes he forgets you’re not together and lets a few comments slip. Hardcase doesn’t even realize what he’s said after the fact, oblivious to the fact that your face feels like it’s been dipped in lava when he admires “how kriffing good you are at that” and how “hot” it is.

He praises you so much for doing the most mundane things, it’s like a compulsion for him. You could be helping tape him up after a battle and he’s making little observations about how perfect your wrapping is and how gentle you are with him.

Kix overhears this and tells him that he’d better go to you for wound dressing than the medbay, if you’re so much better at it. He just might, if that means he could get you to touch him again.

Hardcase loves your attention, and occasionally that translates into him being intentionally annoying. He’ll pop up all the time when he’s off duty, making himself at home in your office or at your side and bothering you to your wit’s end. He’ll hide your stylus and make you chase him around to get it, or he’ll call you acting as if he has something important to tell you and then manage to keep you on the line for an hour.

The second it seems like you’re getting upset at him, however, he cuts the crap immediately. If you’re not having fun, he’s not having fun, and he wants to make that abundantly clear to you in case… just in case it turns out you’re interested in him the same way he’s interested in you.

CLONE TROOPER TUP

Tup might not be as confident as Kix, or as widely renowned as Rex, or as charismatic as Fives and Echo… and that knowledge can weigh heavily on him. Thinking that, compared to his brothers, he doesn’t have much to offer you is part of why he hesitates to act on his feelings.

Take these thoughts with a mountain of salt—Tup excels at something else, and that’s being an absolute sweetheart. His patience is near-infinite when it comes to you. He’s always happy to explain something (however many times you need) and is the first to lend you a hand if you’re struggling.

Just don’t read too much into his full-body flinches whenever your fingers brush his, the way his words stumble when you get too close.

Being a standard, rank-and-file trooper makes it all the more difficult for him to even imagine catching your eye, but ironically, his status gives him unique opportunities. Doing grunt work around the ship means that you often cross paths, affording him the chance to say hello or strike up a passing conversation. If he’s lucky, he gets the chance to be beside you throughout his shift.

It’s useless to try and thank him for any of his help, he’ll just duck his head and insist that he’s more than happy to give you a hand. Your praise, however, has him sporting a smug little grin for the rest of the day,

The man melts under your hands like butter. You can convince him to do anything if you ask nicely enough, and on more than one occasion he’s left. He regrets it only when you’re half in his lap and doodling on his bare arm, too focused to notice his increasingly flustered demeanor even as you scold him for fidgeting. 

Privately, you worry that people are going to use Tup as a doormat—but if you mention it to the rest of Torrent, their hysterical laughter will shut you up fast. 

Don’t blame them too much, though. The last time Fives mimicked a whip cracking sound within Tup’s hearing range, he was applying bacta for weeks.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

A Question of Seman-dicks

A/N: I wrote this under the influence of alcohol, edibles, and the funniest conversation in the history of Discord. Happy Friday!

Pairing: Hardcase x GN!Reader (platonic with a twist)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 960

Warnings and tags: suggestive language, terrible puns

Hardcase spotted you striding purposefully down the corridor of the Resolute, and he sped up to try to catch up with you. You turned a corner abruptly, and by the time he rounded it, you were nowhere to be found. The corridor was empty; there was nothing there but a bank of escape pods. He peered into the porthole of each one until he finally spotted you, pacing back and forth in the small space and talking animatedly. Intrigued, he opened the hatch.

You whirled to face him, guilt written plainly across your features, but when you recognized his distinctive tattoos, you relaxed.

“Oh, it’s you,” you sighed with relief. “Thank the Force.”

“What are you doing in here?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing!” you said. His expression was dubious, and you knew he wouldn’t let it drop until you told the truth. “Hiding.”

He gave you a sympathetic look. “Admiral Ice Queen?”

“I came in here to scream,” you admitted sheepishly.

“Good choice,” he said. “Conveniently close to your office, private, and most importantly, soundproof. I approve of your strategy.”

“Except I’m not supposed to be in here, and if anyone caught me, I’d be in huge trouble.”

“Someone did catch you,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t rat me out,” you replied. “You’re more likely to come in and hide with me.”

“Great idea!” he said with a grin. He stepped into the pod and sealed the hatch, then flopped down on the floor and patted the spot next to him. “Tell me all about it.”

“You know there are perfectly good seats in here,” you said.

“True, but if I sat in one of those, there wouldn’t be room for you next to me, and you look like you could use a hug.”

“Good point,” you said, sitting down with a thump.

He immediately draped his arm over your shoulders, and you leaned against him. “So what did the bad-miral do this time?”

“More of the usual,” you replied. “I swear she sets me up to fail on purpose, and then she takes an evil delight in being a massive Taungsday about it.”

“Taungsday?” he asked, baffled.

“You know, a C-U-Next-Taungsday?”

“I don’t get it,” he said.

Even though nobody was around, you leaned in and whispered the explanation in his ear. He reared back in surprise.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to say that word,” he said.

“What word would you prefer?” you asked, amused at his reaction, but still too upset to laugh.

“Lady garden,” he replied.

You snorted. “Seriously?”

“It’s more respectful,” he said with dignity.

“I don’t want to be respectful!” you complain. “I want to call her a cu—”

“Love tunnel!” he exclaimed, interrupting you before you could get the word out.

That time, you actually laughed. “What is this, a bodice ripper? I don’t need a romantic euphemism for a—”

“Hidden treasure!” he cut you off. “Or cupcake! Those are delicious.”

You let out an inelegant cackle, and he gave you a wounded look that only made you laugh harder. 

“Hardcase, I had no idea you had so many words for a woman’s—”

“Honey pot?” he asked insouciantly. 

“You can just say—”

“Nether regions?” he offered. “I don’t like that one. It sounds spooky. Like some vast, uncharted part of space.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, but it came out as an embarrassing snort, which only made you laugh harder.

“Still, it’s better than ‘penis fly trap,’” he mused. “But not as good as flower. You know, because it has petals and is also used in reproduction. I would definitely rather put my tallywacker in a flower than in a nether region. Higher probability of survival.”

By this point, you had both hands clapped over your mouth to try to muffle your shrieks of laughter as tears streamed down your face. You couldn’t even remember why you’d hidden in the escape pod in the first place, much less why Hardcase was regaling you with a comprehensive listing of every colloquialism known to the galaxy for a—

“Notorious V.A.G.,” he said. “Whoever came up with that one had obviously never felt the touch of a woman.”

You doubled over and buried your face against his chest as you howled with laughter, so you missed his pleased smile when he realized he’d successfully distracted you from your horrible boss. Unfortunately, you’d been gone long enough that you knew your absence would soon be noted.

“I wish I could hide in here with you for the rest of the day,” you gasped once you caught your breath.

“Me, too,” he said, giving your shoulders a squeeze. “Probably ought to get back to it, though.”

You nodded and wiped away your mirthful tears, hoping that you looked at least somewhat presentable. Hardcase stood and offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet with ease, and then he opened the hatch of the escape pod. The two of you spilled out into the corridor, only to run smack-dab into Jesse and Kix.

Jesse took one look at your disheveled appearance and punched Hardcase in the shoulder with a devilish grin. 

“Nice, vod,” he said. “You finally made your move.”

Hardcase looked mortified. “That’s not— We weren’t—”

“Relax, brother, we won’t tell the Atrocious Admiral,” Kix laughed. “I’m just glad you decided to do something other than pine away after all this time.”

Hardcase stared at you with panic in his eyes as he watched understanding dawn on your face. 

“I—” he began.

On impulse, you leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Thanks for everything, big boy,” you said. “Be sure to stop by my bunk later, and I’ll show you how well I can swallow your baloney pony.”

[theromanticjedi]

What hurts?

Rex x (jedi?) male reader hurt/comfort

*Summary- After Rex gets sent to Umbara he is immedently sent out to Zygerria. Before he geta to come home to you. Before he can tell you he's okay.*

**Proffesor's note- So this was just suppost to be a rambly talk but i got im my feels, its messy, not proof read and all in all not the best. Its my first fic and i like it so? Also i headcannon that Rex, Kix, Jesse, and Hardcase are batchmates.

!WARNINGS! Injury, talk of injury, major character death(not you or rex) crying, mention of slavery, greif, alcohol and angst.

**Umbara broke him mentally, Zygerria broke him physically; he still came home to you.**

Almost a month. Thats how long you went without talking to your riduur. No "I love you's" no "i miss you's" no "im okay's". You try to keep your morral up. You try not to cry yourself to sleep, to harass the counsal for imfomation, but you were scared. You throw yourself into anything to distract yourself. You clean the appartment untill its so tidy Mace Windu would have tea there. You work to the point of passing out on the sofa in nothing but you boxers and one of Rex's shirt, a half empty bottle of wine on the table along with your dead data pad.

One day your comfortably sitting at the kitchen table on your personal dada pad when you get a message. Its from Kix, it reads "Have you come to see the captain yet?" You furrow your brows confused and type out an answer "what?" He responds "the captain got back last night, we're discharging him today. You didnt know?"

Your heart and chest turn a mix between burning hot and freezing cold as you slip your jacket and boots on and run out of your appartment. You dont live far from the base on Coruscant so getting to the clone hospital dosn't take long. Jesse is waiting for you and he talks with you but your brain dosent prossess much just enjoying the soft comfort of being around family. You turn cold and stop as you approch the ICU. "Jesse?" He stop and turns to you and for the first time today you notice the sad look the dark circles under his eyes. You want to ask whats wrong but Rex if your first priority. "Yes vod?" He answers "How bad? do i-" he cuts you off "Don't overthink this. Go see your riduur." You nod and follow him. All the way down the halls, you feel a prick of anger at how shitty the clone hospital is compared to the nat-born one but you shove it away as Jesse stops and points to the door. "Go on." He urges "Me and Kix are here if you need us." If you wernt so scared you might have asked about Hardcase. The 3 of them are ussauly inseparble, Rex's closest brothers. You push open the door and see him. He has burn marks on his neck and wrists and some slashes on his shoulders. You step in more. "Rex?" He looks at you and you cant tell if he is worried or releved "Cyre'ika.." he responds, his voice is a bit scratchy but he sounds the same, strong, but you can here the twinge of pain under it. "What happened? I thought-" You start "-I know." He cuts you off. "Im here. Im alive, just- tired." He sighs "I bet." You scoff and he laughs but coughs a bit. *stars you missed his laugh.* you take a step closer and he reaches for your hand. "Your okay?" You ask sofly as you take it "Not really. But im better now that im home." You sigh and touch his face "Whats wrong?" You ask. "What isn't?" He responds a bit harshly "Rex." You warn softly "Im sorry just- can you get Kix so we can go home?" You nod and before you know it youre opening the door of your appartment. Rex, sits on the sofa and lets out a sigh but it sounds like a whince. You smile "Do you wanna stay on the sofa or come to bed?" "I want...you." he mumbels "Then you should come to bed." You tease offering him a hand. He takes it and follows you sitting on the edge of the bed. "House looks nice." He looks up at you while you get him some clean clothes. "Your fault." You hand him the clothes and he pauses. "Whats wrong?" You ask concerned. "I have scars." You scoff "I know that ive been with you long enough-" he cuts you off again "new ones." You sigh softly and look at him "im not scared now anymore then i was the first time i saw you shirtless." You smile and press your forhead to his "would you like me to leave?" "No." He says softly "just dont get scared." "I wont." You say determened. He was right he has a lot of new scars, a few blaster marks and scuffs but the ones that scare you are the whip marks and the burns on his neck that look like the marking of slave binders. He clearly dosent want to talk about it now so he instead gets dressed and lays down. You quickly follow but stay sitting up, he moves his head in your lap and wraps his arms around your waist then lets out a soft shiver "Cold?" You ask "No." "Whats wrong?"

Its a long pause "A lot." "Anything i need to know now?" He whinces and you can see the tears forming in his eyes "What hurts" you softly brush your fingers over his buzz, its grown out a bit now; it looks nice. "My heart." you dont like that answer

"Sweetheart...Hardcase is dead." Your fingers stop and your stomach turns "Im sorry- i didn't want to tell you i couldnt tell you- Jesse and-and Kix-" he is trembeling now, his whole body. He tries to pull himself closer but his body is in to much pain to let him. You take a shuttering breath and move your hand to his back "And youre not. Youre here with me. Youre alive and s-safe." You voice cracks and you feel tears well in your eyes you both sit there and cry for a while, safe in your home, together. After sometime the sobs stop and exaustion sets in, you lay down still holding him close. "We'll have Jesse and Kix over tomorrow. Ill take time off work. So will you three-" you start "Darling you know we cant-" "Ill make it happen." You say firmly. "You lost someone you have held close for most of your life. You get to take time to mourn that. You all do.

[clone-anon]

This is for @sunshinesdaydream. Heard you like Hardcase. He’s getting love today.  Here’s a little story with the two of you, if you don’t mind.

Hardcase laughed as he grabbed your hand and ran with you outside of 79′s.  You were more than happy to follow.

“Fives brought this speeder,” he said. “I'm sure he won’t mind if we take it for a ride.”

He grinned and you giggled as you jumped on.  You held on to him as he hit it, holding nothing back. You sped through the city, going up and down and Hardcase going just fast enough around turns to make you hold yourself closer to him, but not so fast he risked you getting hurt. You laughed each time he made a turn at high speed and each time his heart felt like it would burst of happiness at the sound of your laughter.

You ended up all over the city, but he finally got you back to 79's where Fives rolled his eyes as you got off.

Hardcase stopped you from going back in the bar, looking into your eyes with the biggest grin on his face. He reached to play with your hair as you reached up to trace his tattoo, feeling complete contentment. His eyes searched yours, his smile getting serious for a second before he leaned down to kiss you.

[toska-writes]

“Sleeping/Cuddling Clone Headcannons”

Clones x GN padawan reader

(I guess it could be read in a different way butttt I wrote it with the intention of reader being younger)

Enjoy this because I couldn’t sleep last night!

Rex

• He would definitely be the one everyone goes to for a post mission cuddle

• I mean can you blame them? How could you not feel safe in his arms??

• Rex is 100% the one that would trace small patterns over your arms or back to help you both sleep

• He sleeps wherever as long as you stayed asleep and were comfortable- losing feeling in his arm? That doesn’t matter

• His arm is like a weighted blanket around anyone that he shares a bunk with, it doesn’t matter who it is he has to be holding them tightly

Cody

• I think Cody is the type to wrap his entire being and soul around whoever he’s sleeping with

• He just gets so close and it’s not even his fault because he’s asleep

• Would be the person to nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck, and vise versa

• Definitely the big spoon but occasionally will switch

• If you are in the same bunk as Cody I think you would start off barely touching but by morning it would be like you were stuck together.

Fives

• Fives is a complete starfish in his bunk and will take up as much room as he can

• However of course if you do ask to bunk with him he would definitely move over, but don’t be surprised if a leg or arm invades your space in the middle of the night

• If you struggle with falling asleep or nightmares I think he would be a verbal comforter and would whisper things in the dark

• His head would probably rest somewhere on your stomach or on your back

• He honestly loves when there is someone else in his bunk with him and can’t remember the last time there wasn’t

Echo

• Sleeps on his back like he was trained too

• You would just show up one night a snuggle right into his side melting into his stiff shape

• Over the course of a few minutes, whether he his conscious or not he will turn more and more ‘out of regulation’ until he has you in his hold

• He definitely holds you so that his chin can rest perfectly on the top of your head

• He practically radiates heat and it feels so nice on cold campaigns

• After joining the bad batch you found that’s it’s much better for the both of you if you just sleep in each others embrace

Hardcase

• Snores like an absolute freight train

• He use to be a very heavy sleeper but after the events of Umbara Hardcase feels a lot better if your in his bunk too

•He will absolutely be the big spoon and will put his head on your shoulder and by your neck

• Ok but just imagine Hardcase’s bed full of stuff animals- if that’s not the cutest thing then idk what is

• they are all named and he would definitely give you one to cuddle with along with him

• Loves when you trace over his tattoos, it puts him right to sleep

Kix

• Kix doesn’t get enough sleep as is, but using the excuse that if he lays with you you’ll go to sleep too

• You can practically feel how exhausted he his with his tense muscles when he lays down

• In this case he is definitely the little spoon. With everything this he deals with being a medic it’s the least he deserves

• You love making up funny stories to try and soothe each other as you both lay there together

• Kix definitely sleeps with some sort of white noise to try and drown his racing thoughts

Wolffe

• He would protest a little bit saying that he likes his personal space, but my boy is so touched deprived and will think that this is the highest form of trust

• It’s like sleeping with a warm weighted blanket

• Wolffe would be that person that wouldn’t really fall asleep until he knew you were alright

• He would definitely be a head scratcher because of all the times that Plo Koon has done it for him

• Wolffe wouldn’t tell anyone really if his padawan stayed in his bunk or not but everyone could definitely tell by his attitude and that there are no bags under either of your eyes

Fox

• 100% the small spoon. I will fight you on this one don’t try me, I believe this with my whole heart

• Just to be held like that He would pass away

• Following the same theme I think he would grumble about it and not really want to give up some space in HIS bed to you

• He completely melts into your touch and will find a way to get closer and closer to you

• Fox would definitely sleep in the fetal position

• I think he would be one of those people that wouldn’t get nightmares if someone held him tight enough and I stand by that

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There will be a part 2 to this with the bad batch and others!

Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @pb-jellybeans @padawancat97 @floffytofu

[vodika-vibes]

i was rereading some of your tup works and figured i'd drop in another request for your follower event!! i’ve been reading some horror stuff lately so what about something where reader (gender neutral) is like a type of eldritch horror monster please?

the reader would be something tall and shadowy-like with super long fingers/claws and sharp teeth with a long tongue. and tup is just himself, a normal guy?

like the reader and tup fall in love, so tup wants to introduce his partner to his brothers. the rest of the 501st are shocked, but also not really surprised lol

just something cute and romantic and funny please!! absolutely no rush at all for this btw

Monsterous Love

Summary:  Tup loves you and while you’re not sure why, you don’t doubt his affection for you. So when he says that he wants to introduce you to his brothers, you agree.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x GN!Reader

Prompt: The reader in an interdimensional eldritch being

Word Count: 1628

Warnings: None, really

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @kimiheartblade @mire-draws-things

@bad4amficideas @justiceandwar98

A/N: So I'm not sure if I hit what you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway!

Tup is staring at you.

He almost always stares at you; if you were anyone else, you’d probably be self-conscious about how much he stares at you. 

You tilt your head and regard him curiously, “You are staring.” You note absently.

“I can’t help it,” Tup replies immediately, “You’re perfect.”

You tilt your head in the other direction, “I exist simultaneously on every plane of existence, including the past and the future. And I have an incredibly difficult time staying in a humanoid form.”

Tup’s smile is love-struck, “Like I said, perfect.”

“You are a singularly strange human man.”

He laughs and you can feel your human-ish facade ripple before it settles again, though you’re fairly certain that pastel blue isn’t a normal human shade…well, not in this reality at least.

You squint at your hand and the color turns to a pale purple. The color makes you happy, so you leave it there for the time being.

“Strange in a good way, right?” Tup asks, his grin broad.

“If I thought you strange in a bad way I would not have saved you from the…things.”

“The Kaminoans?” Tup asks, laughter in his voice.

“Is that what they are called? I forgot.”

Tup stands and walks over to you, and you release a surprised noise when he allows himself to fall on you.

Your human form pops, like a soap bubble, and you revert to your true form. It’s hard to describe, as your form changes based on your needs, but your truest form is shadowy. With sharp teeth and long claws.

Also, according to Tup, you’re very soft and comfortable to lay on.

You wrap your arms around him, careful to keep your claws away from his delicate skin, and you release an embarrassing purr as he buries his face in your neck.

“I have an idea,” Tup says cheerfully.

It is difficult to speak in this form, long teeth are not designed for human speech, but you have more than one way to communicate. Is it a good idea? Or is this like the idea you had where you wanted me to raze Kamino to the ground? You ask.

“That was a good idea.” Tup defends as he trails his hands over your shoulders. “Which is why you did it.”

You narrow your eyes at him, You are a horrible influence.

He probably shouldn’t look so smug about that, right? Is it not right that a human should be able to influence an ancient, eternal being? Right? Ah, whatever.

“I want to introduce you to my brothers. And the General.”

You slowly blink at him as you adjust your claws so that you’re less likely to hurt him, and you start playing with his curls, Do your brothers not think that you are dead, Tup?

He shrugs, “I miss them. Besides, Dogma already knows about you.”

That is because I intervened to save his life.

“And I love you for that. Just like I love you for intervening to save Fives and Hardcase.”

You’re still not sure why you did that, honestly. Other than you don’t like the look that Tup gets when he hears about his many brothers dying.

If that is what you want, then we can make it happen. You finally say, not wanting to think too hard about the influence he has on you. Your form shifts back into a more human form, though you’re still a bit taller than Tup, “However, I am going in a human form.”

He huffs and reaches up to press his hands against your cheeks, “I want them to know the real you.”

“This form of me is as real as all of the other ones.” You point out, “I…do not want to cause them any distress.”

His gaze softens, and you can feel adoration radiating from him before he leans in and kisses you. Tup pulls back after a few moments, his hands still pressed against your cheeks, “I love you and I love that you want to make sure that they’re comfortable. But they love me and will accept you no matter what.”

“I am not so sure.”

“Trust me.”

You blow out a heavy breath and allow your form to shift back into your normal form, They might assume that I will hurt you.

“You never have.” He presses his forehead against yours, “And it would be so easy for you to do so. So, will you do it?”

I suppose I will.

“Yes!” He kisses you again and again, and you marvel, once again, that he seems unbothered by your monstrous form. He really is so strange. “Are you ready to go?”

Wait? Now?

“Yes. Now. Before you change your mind.”

Stubborn mortal— Still you shift to a more human form, standing a little taller than Tup, and you lightly push him to his feet, “As you like, Tup.”

He beams at you and takes your hand. “Great! Now, how do I get to Coruscant from here?”

You shake your head. Here, of course, is the house of mystery. The plane of existence that you call home, and also where Tup calls home now. “You still haven’t learned?”

“This House exists in every reality all at the same time, how am I supposed to learn it?” Tup asks cheerfully.

You shake your head and tug him down a hallway. You take three lefts, a right, and then two more lefts, before you open a door that leads to the Coruscant of his reality. “See. Easy.”

“I’m fairly certain that you’re the only person who thinks that.”

You tilt your head, “Oh?”

“Not everyone exists everywhere all of the time.” Tup teases as he cups your face and pulls you down into a kiss. It’s not a long kiss as neither of you are overly fond of PDA, and Tup is eager to introduce you to his brothers.

For all that you’re an interdimensional being, you don’t actually know Coruscant, so Tup is more than happy to guide you to the lift that will bring you up a couple of levels.

You’re surprised when Tup brings you to the 501st barracks. Surprised because it’s a lot more rundown than you expected based on some of the stories he’s told you.

“...I believe that mold has gained sentience,” you note as he leads you inside and through a hallway lined with black mold.

“Eh, it’s fine. Probably.”

“I also believe that is it toxic.”

Tup shrugs, “Probably. We’re just clones, babe. It’s not that big a deal.”

You blink at the back of his head, “Tup. If you want me to raze Coruscant to ashes, this is the way to go about it.”

He stops suddenly and bursts into laughter.

“I am not so sure why you find this funny.”

Tup turns and pulls you into a quick kiss, “I love you, that’s all.”

“I am fond of you as well. But I am also unsure how my comment caused this.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a human thing.” He kisses your hands, and then tugs you into a large room, “Hey Cap!”

The room, which had been filled with lots of noise, falls silent at Tup’s voice.

“Tup?” A blonde man that you vaguely recognize as Rex says in disbelief, “You’re alive? And here?”

“Yup.”

“How?” Fives demands, “You killed a Jedi. I definitely remember that happening.”

“The situation is complicated and also not my fault.” Tup motions to you, “Everyone, meet my cyare. You can just call them cyare.”

“I do not think that that is an appropriate nickname—”

“They won’t be able to say your actual name, babe. Human tongues aren’t designed to make those sounds. Cyare is perfect for you.”

“If you insist.”

“I do!” Tup beams at you and then turns back to his brothers, “Cyare saved me. They’re amazing.” He pauses, “They’ve also saved all of you on more the one occasion.”

The room falls silent and all eyes turn to you. “You are overstating, Tup.”

“I’m not.” He squeezes your hand, “Go on babe, show them.”

“I still do not think that this is a good idea.” You want, though you release his hand and allow your human form to fade away into your true form, You are lucky that I am so fond of you.

“I am lucky you’re so fond of me,” Tup agrees with an adoring smile, “This is cyare’s true form.” He says to his brothers, “They’re an interdimensional eldritch being.”

The room is quiet for a moment, and then Dogma, at the back of the room, releases a laugh, “Yeah, this doesn’t surprise me.”

“Somehow,” Rex agrees, “This makes total sense.”

“I told you they’d be fine with you,” Tup says with a grin.

There must be something wrong with your DNA. You are all very, very strange men. You counter as you settle on the floor, But, I suppose this does make me claiming you all as my mortals a little easier.

“But I’m your favorite mortal, right?” Tup asks.

You sigh heavily, Yes, Tup. You’re my favorite mortal. You release a disgruntled noise as he leans heavily against you. Not that you can’t support him, but you’re not an armrest.

Still, as Tup leans fully against you, his arms tight around you, while he answers questions about you and him and the life you share, a sense of peace settles over you.

This is okay. More than okay. 

Tup might think that you’re perfect, but he’s the one who took one look at an eldritch monster and decided, “Yes, that’s the one I want.” so in your book, he’s the perfect one.

Now you just have to make sure that no one will every hurt your mortals ever again.

Easy.

[zoeykallus]

Master List/Stuff I Wrote Part 6

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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MAUL

Maul x Fem!Reader - Damsel In Distress

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch/Rex/Wolffe/Gregor/Howzer x Reader HCs - Proud Family Moment

The Bad Batch/Cody x Reader HCs - The Flinch

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HCs - Struggling With PMDD

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Your Social Media

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Abandonment Issues

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Accidental Proposal

The Bad Batch x DominantFem!Reader HCs - Who's In Control?

The Bad Batch x Reader - Burnout

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Clumsy

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Enemies To Lovers

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - When I See You Dance With Another

The Dad Batch x Offspring!Reader HCs

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - A Restorative Hug

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Husband And Daddy?

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Sleepy Mix-Ups

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Sparring Partner

TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 1 Of 5 Hunter

TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 2/3/4/5

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Crocheted With Love

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - That Little Bite

HUNTER

Hunter x Jedi Fem! Reader One-shot - Perceptions And Senses

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Savior

Imperial Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Little Smuggler

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - Love And Lotion

Hunter x Jedi/Reader - One-Shot - The Things We Do For Love

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Fem!Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 2/7 - Hunter

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Unexpected Gentleness

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot (Smut)

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - Don't Let Go Of Me

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 3/7 - Crosshair

WRECKER

Dom!Wrecker x SubFem!Reader One-shot - My Naughty Little Girl

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 5/7 - Wrecker

TECH

Tech x Reader One-Shot - Loving Care

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Close And Real

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - AFTER THE FALL

Tech x Fem!Reader Smut One-Shot (Pollen Trope)

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - The Teacher

Tech x Fem!Reader – One-Shot – Distractions The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 1/7 - Tech

ECHO

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Without Words

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

REX

Rex x F!Reader One-Shot - My Love

CLONES

Crosshair x Afab!Reader x Mayday One-Shot - Keeping You Warm On A Cold Night (NO CLONECEST)

Hound x GN!Reader – One-Shot – Grizzer On The Loose

Rex/Fives/Hardcase/Echo/Jesse/Heavy/Kix x FTM Trans Jedi!Reader HCs - Who You Really Are

Wolffe/Rex/Jesse x Reader HCs - How They Fall In Love With You

[wizardofrozz]

Hardcase "the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one." 🥺

Fall Into Me

Hardcase x GN!reader, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Echo, ARC Trooper Jesse, Clone Trooper Vaugh, Clone Trooper Appo

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: Thank you so much for the ask Novan! 🖤 I hope you enjoy this because I had a lot of fun writing it!

The Resolute’s hangar was mostly empty with a few stray mechanics milling around as the ship cut through hyperspace. Most of the 501st were either training or enjoying the last bit of rest they would get for a while, which is exactly what you should’ve been doing. Your feet sank into the thick training mat, a soft sigh passing your lips as you shifted your weight and crossed your arms. Somehow, you let yourself get talked into joining a few of the boys from Torrent in trying out their new jetpacks.

If it had been anyone else, you probably would’ve declined and stayed in your bunk but you could never say no to Hardcase. He had looked so excited about finally getting to try the new equipment that you were saying yes before you could even think about it. Your eyes found him easily, a small smile lifting the corner of your mouth as you watched Jesse trying to attach the jetpack to his back as Hardcase had an animated conversation with Echo. 

“Sure you don’t wanna try?” You scoffed as you turned your head, arching a brow at Fives who had appeared at your side. 

“I’d like to keep my body in one piece, thanks,” you chuckled, shifting your attention to the troopers a few feet away. “I’ll watch the fun though.” 

“Party pooper,” Fives teased, bumping his shoulder against yours as he moved toward his brothers. You rolled your eyes but your smile was disgustingly fond; it only got worse when Hardcase broke away from the group, jogging toward you with a bright smile. 

“You’re excited,” you said with a smile that mirrored his. Hardcase had the uncanny ability to make you feel like a teenager with a crush all over again. Not that he knew that bit of information. 

“Can ya blame me?” he laughed, trying to look over his shoulder at the jetpack. “It’s gonna be awesome.”

“You’ve used a jetpack before, Case.” 

“Not one like this,” he countered, lifting his chin with a smirk. The back and forth with Hardcase always had you smiling until your cheeks hurt but you could see the giddiness was eating him alive when he rocked forward onto his toes. 

“Alright, well, let’s see it then,” you prompted, tilting your head. Hardcase’s grin widened as he lifted his hand in a crisp salute. A startled laugh fell from your lips when he took off, shooting into the air with a cheer. You watched him hover high above the mat, laughing again when he waved. The commotion drew his brothers’ attention too, the hangar filling with their loud whoops and cheers. 

Fives and Echo took off next. Fives immediately performed a corkscrew maneuver while Echo hovered closer to the ground. Jesse, Vaughn, and Appo joined quickly after and you snorted, watching the six troopers twist and spin overhead. Hardcase made a sharp turn suddenly, just barely weaving around Vaughn, his laughter echoing through the hangar.

You see it seconds before it happens. Jesse was turning in slow circles, rising at a lazy pace as Hardcase circled around the group. The loud clang of metal hitting together made your heart drop; you caught the flash of shock on Hardcase’s face when the right side of his jetpack sputtered and died. It all happened too quickly for you to shake off the fear that choked you.

Before you could react, Hardcase was dropping out of the air...coming right at you. 

Hardcase managed to twist around, his eyes widening as soon as he realized you were directly under him. His weight hit you like a speeder, his arms wrapping around you on instinct. The thick training mats absorbed some of the impact and you and Hardcase rolled, finally coming to a stop on the very edge of the mat. You waited until the world stilled around you before opening your eyes. 

Hardcase hovered over you, wide-eyed shock written all over his face. Despite what could’ve been a terrible accident, you couldn’t ignore that he was basically straddling your hips, his hands braced on either side of your head. You’d walk away with a few bruises but nothing felt broken, thankfully. The air was still as you looked up to meet Hardcase's eyes, blinking a few times. 

“You alright?”

“I think so,” you whispered, glancing down the length of your body. A shiver raced down your spine at the position you found yourself in, a position you had admittedly imagined before. However, it hadn’t involved getting tackled in the process. 

Hardcase’s eyes darted around your face as if he was double-checking that you weren’t lying. The minimal space between you and him was suddenly suffocating and your eyes thoughtlessly flickered down to his parted lips. His jaw snapped shut when he caught the movement and you watched his throat bob. It felt like you stayed there for an eternity, each second making the air feel heavier. Then Hardcase leaned down, pausing close enough that his nose brushed yours. 

The feather-light brush of his lips against yours made your breath catch, one of your hands coming up to rest on his side. The kiss lasted barely a second before Hardcase pulled away, his eyes comically wide as his mouth hung open; you had a feeling you probably looked just as stunned. The air felt charged, his face hovering just inches away from yours and something in his expression shifted, giving you the confidence to surge forward. 

Hardcase grunted when your lips met again but immediately sat back on his heels, cradling your head as he pulled you along, refusing to break the kiss. You parted your lips with a soft moan when his tongue brushed over your bottom lips, your hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth surface of his chest plate. Hardcase consumed your senses: the light brush of his fingers in your hair, the lingering taste of chocolate on his tongue, and the faint smell of GAR-issued soap made your head spin. It felt like he was kissing you with every ounce of passion in his body and you never wanted it to end. 

The need for oxygen made you pull back, resting your forehead against his as you tried to catch your breath. A smile spread across your face when Hardcase laughed, a breathy sound only you could hear and that might've been the first time you'd ever heard his laughter so quiet. 

“Maybe I should crash into you more often,” Hardcase chuckled, pecking your lips again. 

“Please don’t,” you groaned, fighting back your own laughter. Hardcase opened his mouth again but was swiftly cut off by the deafening cheers from somewhere overhead. You tilted your head back, rolling your eyes half-heartedly at the five troopers hovering above you, whooping and high-fiving. 

Hardcase was still smiling when your eyes settled on him again and you couldn’t help but mirror his expression. Ignoring the rowdy brothers nearby, you leaned in to meet Hardcase halfway, smiling into the kiss.

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[captainpains]

I Love You (Jesse x reader)

I am trying to get out of a writers block. This is for @toomanybandstocare for the song lyric gift excahnge set up by @cloneficgiftexchange. I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Song Lyrics: “I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you // I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you // No, I don’t want to fall in love // No, I don't want to fall in love // With you” (Wicked Game, Chris Isaak)

Warnings: gn reader, little angsty, breakups and makeups, swearing, alcohol consumption, can you tell I’ve never dated

~~~

Jesse stared into his drink sadly. He felt off, and he knew why.

Kix had told him not to break it off. That if he was happy in the relationship, he should keep it going. Regulations be damned.

Hardcase told him he was a fool to even consider ending something so good and so important to him. 

Even Fives called him stupid at the mention of this idea. 

But Jesse couldn’t do it. He saw how much stress he was causing you. It’s not like he could switch careers, and he didn’t want to cause you pain with how risky each battle was. So he chose to let you go. To break up with you before you would have to mourn his death.

You were rightfully upset when Jesse came over to your apartment and dumped you when it was supposed to be a regular date night. You argued with him when he gave his reasoning.

“Jesse! That is crazy.” You gave him a heartbroken look on your face.

“Well, I don’t want to hurt you.” Jesse replied. “I don’t want you to have to mourn me when I die in battle. You deserve to be happy...”

“That is a massive assumption to make. You don’t know that you’ll die.”

“You don’t know I'll survive.”

“I’m happy with you! Who are you to decide this for me?”

“Someone who doesn’t want to hurt you…”

“Yeah, and you're doing an amazing job of that!” You yelled, tears in your eyes.

Jesse walked out the door after that, leaving his entrance card on the table next to the door. He didn’t look back when he left. He couldn’t.

Because he knew this was a mistake.

Jesse took a drink from his glass. The alcohol burned his throat. He let out a sigh.

“Alright. That is the third time you sighed like that.” Rex interjected into his self loathing, sliding into the booth next to him. “What’s wrong?”

He was hesitant to answer. Rex was pretty strict on the rules, and he didn’t know how he would react. But Jesse was a horrible liar.

“I broke up with my partner.” He admitted to his captain.

Rex paused. He hadn’t expected that. He didn’t know much about Jesse’s relationship, only the little he’d learned from overhearing him talk about it with the other guys. But from what he’d heard, Jesse was very happy in his relationship. 

“Now I might not seem like I have a lot of experience with this. But you’d be surprised. What happened?” Rex asked.

“I don’t want to hurt ‘em. In this war, I don’t want to die but it may happen. And if it does, I don’t want to leave my partner alone to mourn me. I think that’s more than I deserve.”

“Did you talk about this with anyone?”

“Yes. I talked ta Fives, Hardcase, and Kix. They all told me I was crazy to end something so good, something that made me so happy.”

“Maybe you should have talked about it with your partner.” Rex suggested, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t know. I guess I thought ‘ey wouldn’t’ve understood where I was coming from.” Jesse snorted. “Fear of hurting someone is a hell of a feeling.”

“Were you both happy?” Rex pushed.

“Of course.”

“So why in hell did you end it? It seems to me that if everything was going great, there was no reason to break up.” His captain argued.

“It was the right thing to do! I didn’t want to hurt my partner’s feelings when I die!” Jesse took a swig of his drink. He then let out a grumble.

“So you hurt their feelings now…”

“It was for the best.”

“But is that what you wanted?” 

“It was for the best!” Jesse said through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah, it really sounds like it…” Rex said sarcastically. 

“Well, what would you have done, captain.”

“I would have been reasonable and talked to my damn partner about this. It’s obvious you both want to be together. So be an adult and talk to them!”

And that is how Jesse ended up standing at your door. He had always known it was a mistake to break your heart. He just needed someone to yell at him about it.

He knocked, yet there was no answer. He had expected this – he wouldn’t exactly open the door for a groveling boyfriend either. He knocked again and pressed his forehead against the door. He heard you on the other side and saw your shadow move from underneath the door.

“I’m so sorry. My brothers tried to talk me out of it. And I’m sorry that I’m stupid enough that I didn’t listen,” he started, fighting back tears. “I… I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you… and I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you. You are the light of my life, and I was stupid to try and end it. I was afraid of hurting you… But I ended up doing it anyway.”

Jesse wiped some tears with the back of his hand. Your shadow could still be seen under the door. That’s a good sign.

“When I met you, I couldn’t help but fall in love with you. No, I didn’t want to fall in love with you. My life is… short, shorter than yours and I was so afraid.  No, I don’t want to fall in love with you, because I couldn’t be more in love with you than I already am. But then it turned out to be amazing and the best thing that ever happened to me. And I am so sorry for hurting you.”

Jesse couldn’t hold back his tears. He actually sobbed and took in a shaky breath. That was one thing you always encouraged in him, the ability to cry and be vulnerable when the moment allowed for it.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to take me back. But I just want you to know that I love you.”

And with that he turned to walk away, feeling better that he’d managed to articulate his feelings. Even if you never wanted to see him again, at least he managed to say it out loud. 

Jesse heard a door open behind him. Then your arms were wrapped around him, gently squeezing his middle.

“I love you, too…” 

[momojedi]

➪ Babysitting

501st x GN! Reader

You are a researcher working with the 501st and it's exhausting. This one isn't that good since I was merely just dabbling about, but if you like it, I'll make a proper story about this :)

"Again?" I sighed.

There they were, the troublemakers of the 501st, properly lined up and eyes bashfully glued to the floor, like a bunch of school boys. Captain Rex cleared his throat tensely. "Yes, sir." I shook my head, strictly staring down each and every one of them before taking the notes on my datapad. "You boys are going to be the death of me."

I hadn't known what I was in for when the Senate requested me to keep tabs on clone behaviour, especially when they sent me off to General Skywalker's troops. I should've known better when they mentioned the infamously unorthodox Jedi Knight but the job seemed to be paying well and I could perhaps even offer a study to speak for better treatment of the GAR! What I ended up with however was anything but what I had expected. The 501st was a... pain in the ass, so to say. Constantly getting into trouble and costing the Republic more than the war had itself. From fighting each other to breaking or damaging things, I started to feel like I was putting up with kindergarteners than adult soldiers.

And that's exactly where I was standing with them right now. A destroyed speeder bike in flames, two non-functional blaster rifles and a broken nose on Hardcase's account that Kix was now desperately trying to tend to. I lowered the datapad after finishing my notes and looked around for anything else. "I'm - we are very sorry, sir," Fives stated respectfully, a hint of sheepishness lacing his voice. "We... we weren't expecting things to go this bad." Hums of agreement resounded among the troopers. Echo backed his brother up. "He's right."

I rose my brows, unconvinced at all. This had to be a joke. "In what world did you think trying to shoot your brother off while he's driving an active speeder bike wouldn't go - and I quote - this bad?" I scolded them like a babysitter would. Rex, who had taken his place behind me in an authoritative manner, crossed his arms and glared at his brothers disapprovingly. Fives, who had taken the stand for his brothers, grinned sheepishly at that. "We were testing out our new blasters...?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. A bunch of idiots.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Hey, Sunshine 💙

A/N: Wishing the happiest birthday to my beloved @sunshinesdaydream!

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (GN; Reader has a nickname)

Rating: T but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings and tags: fluff; kissing; Star Wars swearing

Summary: Hardcase has a birthday surprise for you.

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Three hours, twenty-two minutes, and thirty-seven seconds. 

That's how long you had left until you'd officially be on shore leave. A whole week off. No handing out uniforms; no listening to sheepish explanations about how exactly a trooper ended up with an undersuit three sizes too small (HOW?!); no defending your distribution numbers in pointless meetings with your supervisor. Just five days, all to yourself. You could do anything you wanted. 

Well. Almost anything.

You finished taking stock of the Resolute’s uniform inventory and sent a quick comm to the supply officer to let her know the ship was running low on socks—again—while you tried not to think about a certain heavy gunner with the sweetest eyes and the prettiest ink in the GAR. The truth, which you would never admit even under pain of torture, was that you'd happily skip shore leave if it meant you'd get to spend more time with him.

But you couldn't, so you didn't.

Instead, you'd be spending the week on Coruscant, NOT with Hardc—your friends, which was FINE. It was absolutely FINE, and you were excited to finally have some free time, and maybe it sucked just a tiny bit that you'd be spending your birthday alone in a hotel room in the mid-levels, but it was FINE. There was plenty to do on Coruscant, after all. You were sure you'd be able to find something—

“Hey, Sunshine.”

You shrieked and jumped in surprise as the voice sounded close behind you.

“Hardcase, you scared the kark out of me!” you gasped, smacking him in the chest with a compression suit and doing your best to ignore the way the world suddenly seemed a little bit brighter. “What are you doing here? Don't tell me you lit your dress uniform on fire again.”

“That was two times!” he exclaimed, affronted. “It's not like I did it on purpose.”

“Then why are you here instead of getting ready to paint the Entertainment District red?”

He eyed the compression suit warily. “If I tell you, are you going to hit me with that thing again?”

“Depends on what you say,” you replied with a cheeky smile.

Apparently unwilling to take any chances, he took the suit from you and folded it neatly, then set it aside. When he turned back to you, he looked almost… nervous? That was new; you'd never seen him display anything less than well-deserved confidence. He licked his lips, and with an effort so heroic that you mentally awarded yourself a medal, you kept your gaze steadily on his eyes instead of staring at his mouth.

“I, uh, have something for you,” he said. He fumbled in one of his many pouches—why do they have so many pouches?—and produced a small box wrapped in colorful flimsi. “It's nothing much, just, er—happy birthday, Sunshine.”

He shoved the box toward you and looked away quickly. Surprised, you accepted the gift and examined it curiously as Hardcase watched out of the corner of his eye. On closer inspection, you saw that the flimsi was covered in hand-drawn geometric patterns in your favorite colors, and your heart gave a strange little thump at the thoughtfulness and effort he'd put in.

“How’d you know my birthday was coming up?” you asked.

“I have my ways,” he said in a dignified tone that was utterly subverted by the eager expression on his face.

“So mysterious!” you laughed.

He grinned. “A mystery, wrapped in an enigma—”

“Shrouded in flimsi,” you finished.

“Exactly. Now open it!”

“But the mystery!” you teased.

“Mysteries are meant to be solved. Open it!”

He was practically vibrating, his earlier jitters obliterated by anticipation. Unable to resist tormenting him (just a little, as a treat), you took your time to unwrap the box, painstakingly avoiding tearing the flimsi. Once you had it completely unwrapped, you held up the flimsi and admired the artwork.

“Hardcase, this really is gorgeous. I didn't know you could draw like this.”

“Kriff the flimsi, open the box! I know you're doing this on purpose.”

With one final, mischievous smile, you complied. Your breath caught when you saw what was inside: a simple cord necklace, and on it, a crystal pendant that flashed purple and green in the light, intricately wrapped in silver wire.

“It's beautiful,” you whispered. “Did you make this?”

He nodded. “I found the crystal on Saleucami. Reminded me of you.”

“Saleucami was months ago,” you replied, confused.

“I know.” 

Your eyes flitted from his face to the necklace and back again. On impulse, and before you could lose your nerve, you asked, “Can you help me put it on?”

He didn't reply, but he stepped closer to you and picked up the necklace. He fumbled with the clasp a bit and paused to tug off his gloves with his teeth. Once he got the clasp open, he lifted the necklace and fastened it gently around your neck, his calloused fingers ghosting lightly over your skin.

Maker, he smells so good, it's not kriffing fair, you mused, trying to refrain from huffing him like glue.

“Thanks.” Your voice sounded suspiciously hoarse, even to your own ears.

His thumb stroked softly down the side of your neck.

“Hey, Sunshine?” he whispered.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded. “Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath stuttered to a halt. “... Yeah.”

His eyes dropped to your lips, and he slowly closed the distance between the two of you. As his hand slid around to cup the back of your head, your heart hammered so hard you were sure he must be able to feel it. He glanced back up at your eyes, as though looking for confirmation that you wanted this, and whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him. His lips touched yours softly, his kiss achingly tender at first. Then you brushed the tip of your tongue against his lips, and he drew in a sharp breath, pulling you tightly against himself.

How many times had you imagined kissing Hardcase? Dozens? Hundreds? It didn't matter, because none of them even came close to the reality. He kissed you like you were the only being in the galaxy, like you were his entire world. When at last you drew away, breathless and dizzy, he whispered your name—your real name—like a plea, quiet and reverent.

His thumb traced around the shell of your ear. He nuzzled your cheek, then pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth one more time.

“Been wantin’ to do that forever,” he murmured against your skin.

“What took you so long?” you asked in a hushed tone.

“Didn't want to kark it up,” he replied. 

“Oh,” you whispered. “Well. You didn't.”

He held you close to him, his breath soft and warm across your face as his fingertips drew tiny circles in the downy hairs just where the back of your neck met your head. After a moment, he spoke quietly.

“Did you have plans for shore leave? Because if not, I have a few ideas.”

---

Looking for more Hardcase fluff? Check out my ficlet, “A Question of Seman-dicks.”

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[hellfiresky]

hellfiresky's masterlist

Alright, I've been quite productive lately so below is my masterlist - new links will be added periodically. Join my taglist for updates.

Long fic (Only available on AO3) Better Red Than Dead series: Seeing Red (Main fic: Rex x Exiled Mandalorian F!OC) Red Tides (Fox & Shiny clone trooper OCs) Written in Red (Wolffe x War Journalist F!OC)

Warnings: graphic depiction of violence, lots of swearing, mild sexual content and discussions of sex in some chapters, lots of political commentaries.

One shot (Only on Tumblr) The rain pauses too (Rex x GN!Reader) - No warnings. That orange glow (Fives x GN!Reader) - No warnings Did you buy the jogan fruit? (Wolffe x F!Reader) - 18+ smut Blast me like the droids! (Fox x GN!Reader) - No Warnings In the drip of the moment (Fox x GN!Reader) - No warnings

Fanarts: Torrent Thrash Zine (In-universe zine WIP - basically fanart and fanfic) Cover (Torrent Company) The centrepiece (Fives) The guest columnist (Commander Fox) Wolffe Moon (Commander Wolffe)

Other fanarts and sketches How to tell the Domino Twins apart by Hardcase Sketching Rex 1 Sketching Rex 2 Southern Underground Rex and Cody’s morning run

Mirror selfies Jesse

Calvin Klein ads Fox

OC Ge’tal Solus

[arcsimper5]

Masterlist Post

Thought it was about time I put together a Masterlist of fics I've written :)

Please see below the cut!

Requests are currently open :)

Series:

Digital art tag - #Simper-arts

Writing Tag - DaniWrites

Spice is denoted by RED, angst by BLUE

Yai'mol - Sev x F!Jedi OC Cin, Scorch x F!Jedi OC Cin

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Mar'eyce - Delta Squad x Jedi!OC Jerra - Masterlist

Requests:

Hardcase x Jedi!Reader - Prompt: “Can we please kiss? I’ve been wanting to kiss you since we left that place.”

Hunter x F!Reader - Prompt: First Kiss (Hands on Cheeks)

Echo x GN!Reader - Strawberries

Fixes x F!Reader - Prompt: I thought I lost you

Shorts:

The Return (Missing Scene) - I'm Sorry (Season 3 Spoilers!)

Been Too Long - Echo x F!Reader

Passing - A letter from Omega (post series)

What a Sight - Echo x F!Reader (inspired by an amazing edit by @isthereanechoinhere96)

Flutter - Hunter x F!OC - (Pregnancy Fic)

The Beach - No Pairing (based on @amorfista's amazing art series)

Left Behind - No Pairing - Scorch (Republic Commando) centric fic about remembering brothers.

Completed:

Marching On - A one shot continuing @dystopicjumpsuit's amazing Martyrs and Kings fic. Kix x Maree Finall (F!OC)

Mirror, Mirror - Hunter x Shapeshifter!OC x Echo (written for @anxiouspineapple99's Halloween Party 2023)

The Hunt - Vampire!Fives x F!Reader (Halloween '23)

Taking Notes - Vampire!Tup x Vampire!Reader (F) (Halloween '23)

Not Alright - No Pairing (Post Plan 99) (AO3)

In Progress:

Returns - Fives x F Jedi!OC - On hiatus (AO3)

Phases - Echo x F!OC - On hiatus (AO3)

Additional:

Bad Batch Season 3 Fan Content

Gregor's Cookbook

[neyswxrld]

sweet as cookies

Hardcase x reader (gn)

summary: You promised Hardcase to bake cookies and he's very excited about that.

warnings: none, it's just fluff

word count: ~670

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the eleventh fic for my advent calendar! sadly, i'm too busy to bake cookies this year.

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

When you first told Hardcase about Christmas, he was very excited.

He liked the whole concept of Christmas. The love, the family, the warmth, the presents, the snow, even the Christmas tree. He absorbed everything you told him and placed it in his heart like a small treasure, ready to be found and opened, to share its content with others.

But there was one thing Hardcase didn't just like.

Christmas cookies.

Since the first time you told him about the small, baked goods, he was excited about them. He immediately loved them, even though he hadn't really tried some of the sweets.

Your family had the tradition to bake some cookies at the day the first snow falls and Hardcase really loved that too.

So, instead of being confused, when he wakes you with a big smile on his face the other day, you just laugh a little at his cute excitement.

"It's snowing! You know, what that means!" he almost yells, excited.

He pulls you out of the bed and into the bathroom, waiting impatiently for you to get ready.

Right after that, he takes you to the next grocery store, ready to buy everything you two need to make some of the goods.

When you're at home again, he almost vibrates out of his skin while he helps you set up everything you'll need.

"What do we need to do first?" Hardcase asks, looking over the stuff.

"Those are really easy cookies. You just have to mix everything, put it in the fridge for some time, and then we can cut out some motives," you explain, taking out a bowl from the shelf, giving it to him.

Hardcase stands in front of the bowl, measuring all the ingredients you give to him perfectly, and is excited to mix them.

When you put the dough in the fridge, he starts to lick the small spoom, tasting his creation.

"Oh, it's awesome!" he says, taking another small lick.

"You're lucky there aren't eggs in it. If you think it tastes great now, you have to wait until they're baked," you laugh and give him a small kiss on his cheek.

Excited as ever, he nods, helps you clean the kitchen, and prepare the stuff you need for the next step.

After about half an hour, you take the dough out of the fridge again and start to roll it out.

Carefully, Hardcase places some cookie cutters on it and smiles every time he lays a new raw cookie on the baking tray.

When there's no dough left, you put the trays in the oven.

"When they're cool again, we have to make some icing so they taste and look better," you explain again, and Hardcase nods, confident.

He really enjoys helping you with the cookies and still can't wait for them to be finished.

When that time comes around, he happily puts the icing on the cookies and sprinkles some colorfuk sprinkles on them.

"They're pretty," he says, proudly when everything is done and the kitchen clean again.

"Yes, you really did great!" you nod at him and lay your head on his shoulder.

"Are they finished now? Can I try one?" he asks again, smiling. You roll your eyes a little bit. So impatient.

"Yeah, go on, try one," you smile at him and don't have to tell him twice.

His hand snaps forward, and you can't even look as fast as the cookie disappears in his mouth.

With raised eyebrows, you watch him chew and start to smile, as the excited glimmer in his eyes intensifies.

"That is the best thing I have ever tried," he almost cries out, taking another one.

Laughing, you reach out for one for yourself and smile at the sweet taste on your tongue.

Hardcase indeed did great. 

And if someone asked you about the reason for you to bake so many cookies for christmas, you just smiled and thought about the look of joy and excitement on Hardcase's face, every time he got to bake or taste a new one.

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[toska-writes]

Heyyy wanted to ask if maybe you could do a rex or fives one where the reader gets hurt and it's all really angsty but with a happy ending please ❤️

God this one has been in my in-box for so long and I’m sorry!

“Loyal”

Summary: Rex lost a member of his squad, he had to leave them behind. That doesn’t sit right with him. Rex will always go back for his family

Pairing: Captain Rex x GN padawan reader (p-l-a-t-o-n-i-c)

Warning: mentions of ptsd, torture, mild description of injury/blood. Rex is there for you don’t worry

Word count: 1145 (it will be proofread tomorrow!)

Notes: so funny thing is this could technically be the story that leads up to my other fic “Keep your head up” which is kinda cool- the “toskaverse” if you will where my copy and paste boys are all safe and happy (for the most part with the reader)

It didn’t sit right with him, what made a good soldier?

Loyalty- the drive to fight, to do what he was created to do. If he couldn’t be that then what was he really?

The ship was dead silent, the tension that covered over everything like a heavy blanket was suffocating. Rex couldn’t help but see the bounce in Jeese’s leg or the one thousandth time Anakin ran his hand through is hair.

Even Rex felt like he couldn’t sit still, so he paced back and fourth back and fourth. It was all his fault.

He gave the order to retreat after you nearly yelled at him, Rex was the one that watched as the separatist surrounded you. He could have tried to do something but through the dark your eyes found him one last time and they begged him to leave.

He was the one to watch you board the enemy ship and was the one to tell Anakin that you weren’t there next to him.

His insides hurt, every part of his body seemed to be on fire- If they didn’t get you back today Rex wasn’t really sure what would happen after that.

The ship descended further and further into the galaxy, everyone’s breath was held hoping that the coordinates were right.

Anakin came up to him silently, his face showed the captain what he needed to know. “You’re good on the plan?” Rex didn’t realized how young Anakin really seemed in these moments.

“Of course sir.” Rex said unable to look his general in the eyes. “We’ll get them back.”

Rex could have guessed a response Anakin would have made but instead was only met with a silent hug to the captains armored side. He froze for a moment before taking the arms of his general and moving them to his front.

Rex stood there for a moment unsure until he finally hugged Anakin back.

•••

The dark halls creaked until the footfalls of Rex and a small group of his men, a siren rang in the distance and red lights flashed on and off.

“Let’s hope the generals distraction covers us for a while.” Fives voice spoke over the comms lightly.

“Let’s hope we’re going in the right direction.” Hardcase shoulders his heavy machinery.

Rex’s hand shot up freezing everyone in their tracks, without another word he slightly motions for the four men behind him to spread out and watch his back.

The cell was at the end of the hallway and right now Rex didn’t need a surprise ambush from some clankers.

A shaky breath ran through Rex as he quickly tried to type into the keypad to open the door. With a few small beeps and some errors the door slid open.

The cell was darker then the base on the outside, nothing adorned the walls and nothing seemed to be inside.

Nothing also meaning no people inside.

Rex’s quick eyes scanned over the room again, his heart dropped at the possibility that you wouldn’t be there. You had to be.

Silently Rex brought his blasters up from the holsters that rested at his sides, taking a shaky step inside he scanned the room over once again.

Nothing.

One more time through that’s when he heard it. Slightly from somewhere above a small breath escaped and the creek of a surface registered in his ears.

Quicker than he thought something that was perched near the ceiling was on top of him in a second. He felt the grab for his blasters but thankfully kept a tight grip.

Instead the figure pushed off of him and his own vibro-blade out in front of them. It shook slightly as his eyes met the ones that have been haunting his dreams for the past rotations.

“Woah woah woah.” Rex croaked out, his hands shot up sightly as he tried to position his blaster away from your frame.

Your features didn’t change as he tried to call you name, no recognition was presented in your eyes and for the second time today Rex’s heart nearly stopped.

“Y/N” He tried once. His now free hands slowly traveled up to his helmet and with the practiced ease he took it off.

He was blinded for a moment and he couldn’t blame you for the opportunity it presented. In an instant the wind was knocked out of Rex slightly once again.

The blade came clattering out of the weak grip in the struggle, Rex grabbed your shoulders to keep you from strangling him, but the wince on your face said everything he needed to know.

“Hey hey Y/N it’s me.” He spoke clearly to you pleading. “Please it’s alright.”

A heartbeat passed, then another. Rex watched as your face dropped for a moment, your eyes cleared and the hands that were around his wrist began to shake.

“Rex?” The words didn’t come above a whisper and were coated with the tears that were about to fall. “Rex-“ You tried the words one more time.

Without thinking in an instant you were engulfed in your captains arms, he felt slightly as you grasped at anything that you could get your hands on burying your head as close as you could possibly get to his neck.

“Rex rex rex I didn’t know, they asked and I didn’t know anything they wanted I swear.” The sparse rambles were beginning to become drowned by tears.

“I know and you did so well.” Rex rocked back and fourth for a second more.

What was said next would haunt Rex right up to the very last day he would spend in this galaxy.

“I thought for a moment you wouldn’t come.” The words destroyed the carefully armored heart of Rex.

How could he have let this happen?

“I’d always come back for you Ad’ika, no matter what.” He spoke quickly and the grasp only grew tighter around him.

You pulled away for a moment just taking in the sight, wondering if this was a cruel trick the separatist were playing. Rex’s own eyes scanned the bloody face in front of him.

His commanders nose was bleeding all over the front of their shirt, a huge scar was present running over the entire side of the face in almost a lightning pattern.

Your eyes would he seared to the back of his mind- the look of fear was so pronounced he wondered if you ever felt it before since it seemed so foreign.

“I want to go home. Home with you and Anakin. Back to the temple.” You spoke shaky in his arms.

“I know I know.” Rex ran a hand over your unscarred check slightly. “I’ve got you ok? We can go home if you want.”

Before another word was spoken Rex was already on the move with your shivering form in his arms.

Loyalty was his best trait, but it would also be his undoing sooner or later.

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