#hardcase x you

[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.”

[nahoney22]

Congrats on the milestone!! I would love to request honestly anything for Hardcase. Maybe the prompt “life would be boring without you”? With either a female or gender neutral reader?

Thank you so much!!!

4000 Prompt List Celebration

Hardcase X F!Reader

word count: 552

SFW

prompt:

“Life would be boring without you.”

warnings: none, fluff, established relationship, brief mention of alcohol and very minor PDA. Female reader. Short and sweet as I was having a mind block 🥹

authors note: thank you for the kind words! sorry for the wait and that it’s a little short! Enjoy regardless ☀️@sunshinesdaydream

Your connection with Hardcase was unparalleled. It had only been a few months since you fell for the Clone, or rather since he quite literally fell for you one lively night at 79’s after indulging in a few too many colorful drinks. Nevertheless, he was charming, attentive, undeniably attractive, and a bundle of vivacity.

His hyperactive demeanor starkly contrasted with the more reserved and composed nature of his brothers. Yet, upon revealing the 'leak in his growth chamber' on Kamino, it only served to make him all the more unique, a trait you cherished.

This evening found you strolling hand in hand through Coruscant after a much-needed date he had planned, considering the escalating Galactic Republic's push against Separatist movements, which had kept you apart for a while.

"Did you enjoy yourself, babe?" he asked.

"Immensely," you replied, grinning and leaning into his side before placing a hand on your stomach. "Though I fear I might have eaten a bit too much."

"Nah, I could've had more if they'd let me," he quipped with a playful smile.

You stop abruptly, a wide grin lighting up your face. "Can you hear that?"

He blinks, scanning the surroundings. "Um, what?"

Without waiting, you tug him along, causing him to stumble over his own feet as you traverse the street. The sound of bustling cheers grows louder, guiding you both into a lively crowd gathered around a band playing upbeat music. "What about now?" you shout over the enthusiastic applause, a smirk dancing on your lips as Hardcase playfully rolls his eyes, joining in to help maneuver through the crowd until you reach the front.

"My girl deserves the best view," he whispers into your ear as the band starts playing again, but then a new idea dawns on him. "Do you dance?"

Midway through clapping along to the music, you turn to him, a playful scoff escaping your lips. "Can I dance? Wasn't it my dancing that had you literally crawling at my feet in 79’s?" you tease, recalling the moment you first met your boyfriend.

"Very true, so I hope you don’t mind joining me for a dance then, would you?" You're about to ask what he means when he slips away, already swaying and moving to the rhythm of the music. He throws himself into the dance without a care in the world, completely oblivious to any potential onlookers' amusement—although it seems everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves anyway.

Wide-eyed and incredulous, you shake your head, but seeing him dance so freely, you decide not to let him revel in it alone. You join in.

He takes your hand, spinning you around, swaying to the music together. Smiles adorn both your faces, laughter twinkling in your eyes, and you both dance away the remnants of the meal you'd just enjoyed. Eventually, he turns to you, pulling you closer, murmuring, "Life would be boring without you."

His words fill your heart, prompting a small public display of affection as you plant a soft kiss on his lips but again, not caring who sees. "Then let’s hope we live this type of life together forever.”

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[sunshinesdaydream]

Pairing: Hardcase X Female Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+

Summary: You tease Hardcase

Word Count:2912

You wander the stalls of the holiday market, holding Hardcase’s hand. The season already had been full of little experiences like this with him, each a happy memory. This was shaping up to be one too. The market was full of the sights, sounds, and smells of the season. Also the tastes. At a candy booth you both choose something sweet to eat while you continue to wander and shop.

Your choice is a peppermint candy stick, however you can’t say that the choice was innocent or unplanned. But, Hardcase didn’t know that… yet. His eyes kept flickering to you as you began to suck on the stick, he had stopped munching on his candy treats he had gotten.

Finally he comments, “That looks good,” his eyes flick to your mouth again.

“It’s delicious,” you proclaim, licking your lips as you approach a stall full of blown glass ornaments.

As you browse his gaze keeps being drawn to your mouth, and he shifts uncomfortably. “Babe,” he finally utters.

“Hmmm?” you answer, still sucking on the stick.

“You’re distracting me,” he mutters, his hand on your lower back now. If you didn’t know Hardcase you wouldn’t have thought him flustered. But you can tell he is very flustered.

“Distracting you?” you give the candy a lick.

Hardcase is now openly staring at your mouth, “You and that stick, Babe.”

You glance over at him, away from the ornaments you were selecting, “What?”

He shakes his head, as if trying to clear it, “Nevermind”

You purchase the ornaments as you move on he asks, “Are you trying to distract me? Or is that a happy side effect?”

“I’m not trying to distract you, I don’t know what you are talking about,” you answer, licking your lips before putting the candy back in your mouth.

“Right!” He laughs, “You don’t know what you are doing to me when you put that stick in your mouth like that.”

“Oh!” You act as if you just realized what he was going on about and give a mischievous grin and ask, “Like this?” You give the peppermint stick a long lick before putting it back in your mouth.

“Yes, exactly like that, Babe,” he answers, eyes zeroing in on your lips.

“Hmmm��” You hum thoughtfully as you continue to eat your candy.

Hardcase is completely focused on your lips wrapped around the sweet candy, knowing all too well what your tongue could be doing. “Babe, you’re killing me here,”

“Do you want me to stop eating my candy?” you ask.

“No, but it’s … distracting when you do that with it,” he answers as you lick the stick again.

“Is there something you would like me to do differently?” you ask in an innocent tone.

He has led you to a quieter corner of the market. “Oh yeah, there is something I’d like you to do different,”

You lick your lips, “Yeah? What’s that?”

Hardcase pulls you close, leaning down to say close to your ear, “I’d like to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do,”

“You already know what it can do, Babe,” you suck the candy back into your mouth.

He groans softly, “Yeah, I know. But I'd like to revisit it. Especially the way your tongue wraps around that stick…”

With a grin full of mischief you answer, “Sounds….tasty”

He groans almost silently, “If we weren’t in public right now…” he pulls you against him and murmurs in your ear, “that sweet mouth of yours would be busy with something else already,”

“Sounds like a problem”, you comment, solemnly as you suck your candy again. “Maybe we should go somewhere more private if it would make you feel better”

Hardcase grins, “I like the way you think, Babe” and he was guiding you out of the market towards your speeder bike. Well, guiding was generous. He was at his fast walk, which meant you were almost running.

Giggling you ask, “So are we done shopping for today?”

“Yes, yes, we absolutely are,” he says as you approached the speeder.

“So where are we going?” You tease. “We were going to lunch next,”

“Lunch can wait,” he huffs, getting on the bike.

You climb on behind him, pressing close, letting your hand sit slightly lower on his waist than usual. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, really.” Hardcase says, starting the speeder.

“Hmmm…well I do have a few ideas of things we could do when we get home,”

“Is that right?” His voice is becoming strained.

“Oh yeah, I feel like wrapping presents,” you giggle behind him. “I could make some good use of some ribbon and bows,”

Hardcase swallows hard, and almost regrets asking his next question while driving. “Yeah? What are you going to use the ribbon and bows for Babe?”

“To wrap my present in,” your hand slides further down.

Hardcase’s eyes widen and he accelerates, “Babe…” he groaned.

You laugh as he speeds home, once he parks the speeder bike you hop off. “ Come on, inside. I have a present to wrap,”

Once in the lift to your apartment he grasps your hips, pinning you to the wall with his forehead pressed to yours. “You’re an absolute menace,”

“Hmmm… well I know you are the expert on the subject of being a menace, but…I’m perfectly innocent,” you grin up at him.

“Babe, I could see exactly what you were doing with that sweet little tongue of yours.” he nearly growled.

“How else are you supposed to eat a peppermint stick, Love?” you ask, still with the innocent tone.

“You knew exactly what you were doing and the effect it would have on me,” he insists.

The lift dings for the level of your apartment. “I was eating my peppermint, and now I’m going to wrap my present,”

Hardcase’s breath shudders as your fingers drift across his chest as you pass him, heading towards the apartment. “You are so bad, Babe,”

“No, I’m good! That’s how you get presents,” You smile back over your shoulder. “Do you want presents?”

He follows you inside, “Of course I want presents!”

“Are you going to help me wrap my present?” you ask, heading to the bedroom.

“Oh yeah, I’ll help,” he says, as you get to the bedroom.

“Wait here, I need to get my special ribbons,” you say, heading to the closet.

“Special ribbons? What kind of special ribbons?” he asked.

“Stronger and softer than normal,” you say, slightly muffled from the closet. “They're really pretty”

You hear a slight groan from the bedroom. “What color are they babe?”

“Red,” you answer, returning with the lengths of shimmering satin in your hands. “Still want to help?” you smile up at him.

“Kriff yeah,” he answers.

With a giggle you say, “Good! Clothes off then!”

You have never seen him undress so fast. But then he had been wearing civilian clothes and not his armor, which you had seen him remove faster than you thought possible.

“That better, Babe?” he asks, taking the moment to strike a pose with his hands on his hips.

Just silly enough to cause you to giggle again, but you were biting back a moan at the sight of him. “Perfect,” as you run your hand down the center of his chest. “

His muscles flexed under your fingertips. “Yeah, is this what you wanted?” he asked, after clearing his throat.

“Hmmm… we’re getting there,” you hum.

“Yeah? What else you want Babe?”

“Have a seat?” you offer sweetly, motioning to a chair.

Hardcase doesn’t even blink, and is sitting in the chair with a half grin and his eyes sparkling. “Now what?”

“Comfy?” You ask, slight worry in your tone.

He nods, “Very. Buuuut… I would be more comfy if you were sitting on my lap,”

You smile, “Now there is an idea for later,”

“Later?” he groans.

“Yup! Now I’m going to wrap my present, okay?”

He nods vigorously and you begin winding the crimson ribbon around him. Down his arms ending with tying each wrist to the side of the chair with a fluffy bow. Then, just because, criscrossing the blue lines of his tattoos. You took the time to brush along with your fingertips and leave soft kisses along the way. When they are to your liking you lean in to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. He tries to chase after the kiss when you pull back, but he is held by the red ribbons you have him wrapped in.

“Oh! I forgot! I have to get ready for my present,” you say, theatrically and step behind him.

Hardcase tries to turn to see what you are doing, but because of the ribbons and bows he can not see you stripping your clothing off and leaving you in a lingerie set that matched the ribbons.

You step behind him and begin kissing across his shoulders. Reveling in the opportunity to appreciate him without him distracting you. He tugs on the ribbons, “When do I get to see you?”

You lean forward enough to kiss his cheek, “impatient” you murmur against his skin. “But I have a problem…” you say softly against his ear.

You feel him shiver at the sensation, “what’s that babe?”

“I ran out of candy” you say in a pouting tone.

Hardcase makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “My poor babe, what are you going to do now?”

“Hmm… maybe I can find a replacement,” you purr, beginning to kiss down his neck.

“If you keep talking like that I’m not going to last,” he groans.

“As long as you enjoy yourself,” you answer as you kiss and lick down his chest, your fingers tracing along the ribbons you have wrapped around him, along the lines of his tattoos, over his nipples, down his abdomen.

“Babe,” his voice was rougher than usual, “I’m enjoying the hell out of this,”

You begin sucking small marks into his skin, earning moans in response.

Hardcase clears his throat and asks, “find a replacement yet?”

You lick a spot on his hip and suck a soft mark there. “Not yet, I’ll keep looking,”

He moans, “don’t stop”

You move to his inner thigh, carefully avoiding his twitching erection. You repeat your licking, then the sucking of a mark there.

With a hoarse groan he arches off the seat and begs, “I need you, please!”

“I’m right here, Love. What do you need?” You ask, just before repeating on his other thigh.

“I need you, I need to feel you, please?” He pants breathlessly.

Your hands are splayed on either of his thighs as you answer, “I’m touching you, sweetheart. Do you need more? Maybe this?” You give the underside of his throbbing erection a long lick, just like you had your peppermint, from base to tip.

With a breathless yell he arches up as far as he can towards you. You hum happily and drop a wet kiss on his tip. He groans in response to your kiss, his fingers twitching involuntarily against the ribbons.

“Mmmm… I think I found something else delicious to lick,” you hum.

He lets out a shaky laugh, slightly distracted by your remark. “Yeah? You think so, babe?” He asks breathlessly.

“Maybe, let me try again,” you answer before repeating the same long lick, he moans as you do his muscles flexing all over. You lick softly at the tip, watching the movement of his muscles. “Mmm… so good” you hum with delight.

“Mmm… so good…” he repeats you nearly dazed with pleasure. “Yeah? You like it babe?”

“Oh! Yes!” You exclaim before giving his length another long lick before sucking the tip into your mouth. You look up at him, lips wrapped around his length, taking in his strained expression and his guttural moans.

You begin to lick and suck with the same abandon as you had your candy. You wrap your hand around what you aren’t easily able to get into your mouth.

It isn’t long before he is gasping, “Babe, I’m… I’m not going to last, I’m gonna…”

You pull off his cock with a very slight pop. “Do you want to come in my mouth or do you want me in your lap like you said earlier?”

Hardcase moans, and just says,”Babe, please?”

You hum slightly and your lips brush the tip of his cock as you speak. “Sweetheart I need to know what you want. Do you want my mouth around you again or do you want me on your lap?”

“I just want to feel you… need to feel you,” he manages.

“Okay, okay” you soothe, but kiss the tip of his cock one more time before standing. You slide your panties down, leaving them on the floor as you straddle his lap. With a shudder and a moan of pleasure you sink slowly down on him.

But it was nothing to his reaction. His moan was long and guttural, his head falling back as he gripped the chair, shaking beneath you.

After a moment, letting him catch his breath, you give him a sweet kiss. “Want the blindfold off now?” You offer.

“Yeah Babe. I wanna see you” he whispers.

With another kiss you untie the bow behind his head and let the blindfold slip off.

He blinks a few times, adjusting to the light, and then as his gaze lands on your face he smiles softly. “Hey there beautiful,” he says.

“Hey handsome, how are you doing?” You ask, running a finger along the line of his collar bone.

He shivers under your touch again, his eyes drinking in the sight of you in the lingerie now. His voice still gravelly with desire when he replies, “I'm doing well, babe. I mean, as good as I can when my gorgeous partner has me bound in satin.”

“My pretty present” you say happily.

He chuckles, his tones still deeper with desire. “Looks like I’ve got a pretty present on my lap… I’d really like to touch my present,”

“You’ll distract me from touching my present” lifting your hips and sinking back down on him, using one hand to steady yourself on his shoulder and the other was now drifting over his abdomen.

He gasps again, his head falling back and another low moan escaping his lips as you lift your hips, pleasure zinging though him.

“Babe... kriff, you feel so good... I want to touch you…” he gasped out as you begin to ride him.

“Okay,” you stop for a moment. Your inner walls clenching around him as you untie the ribbons at his wrists.

His hands immediately start exploring the curves of your thighs in stockings, which you know will be shreds by the end of the night. his fingers tracing slowly up your hips, his breathing is heavy.

“Oh, kriff, you are so beautiful…” he murmurs breathless as his hands move up your body, caressing the skin of your stomach and up to your chest, his fingertips brushing against the crimson satin straps of your bra. He moans softly, “Can I...?”

As you nod he reaches behind you, quickly and easily undoing the clasp of your bra, his eyes dropping for a minute to feast on the sight of your bare chest. He moans, his hands cupping your breasts, gently fondling them. He lets out a ragged breath as he continues to touch them, his eyes are back on your face. “I love you so much…”

You cradle his face in your hands and kiss him, long, passionate, but still sweet. “I love you too,” you whisper against his lips.

He lets his hands wander back down your body, taking hold of your hips once more. “Can you keep riding me, babe? It drives me wild…”

With a smile you resume your previous pace.

He groans when you moving again, his fingers digging into your hips, his breathing becoming ragged again. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire as he gasps, “You look so good like this.”

You run your hands over his shoulders, down his arms, “This what you want, Babe?”

Hardcase moans, his breath stuttering as he speaks, his hands moving to cup your face as he looks up into your eyes.

“Yes, this is exactly what I want. You make me feel so good, babe. you're perfect.”

He slides his hands back down your body to grasp your hips, as he starts thrusting up into you everytime you descend.

With a cry you grasp his shoulders to hold on.

“You like it too, yeah?” He asks a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Kriff, yes,” you whimper, the pleasure becoming suddenly intense.

He leans forward and kisses along your neck, “You gonna come for me? Show how much you love your present?” His fingers were already seeking out your clit, toying with it just in the way you like.

“Yes!” You cry out, coming seconds after. Your clenching and crying out pull him along with you nearly immediately. When he groans your name it makes your pleasure spike.

You collapse in his arms, wrapping yours around him and he tucks his face into your neck as you do the same to him. Holding onto each other, catching your breath after a long moment he laughs.

“What?” You ask, pulling back to look at him.

“I thought the peppermint stick was bad before, now I might jump you on the spot.”

💙🤍💙Thank you for reading!💙🤍💙

🎄Happy Holidays!🎄

☀️Love & Wrecker Hugs☀️

[mae-lou-ron]

::loudly drags chair over::

Well nobody asked, but in honor of WIP Wednesday AND my new personal favorite: Hardcase Humpday (hehehehehe) I thought I’d share a little sneak peek drabble of my spicy Hardcase one shot from my WIPs…those tattoos have your girl SWOONING.

18+ | MDNI | mature content

Warnings below cut…

Warnings: mature sexual content, established relationship, light dom/sub play overtones, mention of safe words, canon typical violence, barely proofread.

The brain rot responsible for this fic is the beautiful Hardcase artwork by @nika6q here!

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Heart pounding, you rounded the corner to the living room only to be stopped in your tracks. There he was. You could immediately see where he was seated on the couch despite how dark the room was. The tattoos that snaked around his toned body glowed in a beautiful teal, casting a soothing aura around him. Your hand dropped from your blaster as you regarded him with an equally confused yet enticed expression. "Come here." he grinned darkly. "What are—" "Come. Here." he repeated, firmly yet softly, pointing down into his bare leg. His eyes remained gentle, never leaving yours and you felt your heart racing as his commanding presence washed over you. It appeared that Hardcase had taken last night’s comm to heart—when you'd asked if he’d be open to bringing his more…commanding side into the bedroom. He was always so gentle with you, making sure you felt safe and cared for, but there was something undeniably exciting about seeing this side of him, and you couldn't help but wonder what else he may have taken from your little talk. Even just the way he called you over, his voice low and authoritative, sent a thrill through your body. You couldn't help but smile sheepishly, cheeks burning as you eagerly fell into the role while feeling waves of tension leave your body. He smirked as he reached for you, all of his wolfish charm and tender love breaking through momentarily. Your feet moved on their own, closing the gap between you. He pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing you in. “I’ve been thinking about what you said last night,” he murmured quietly, his hands roaming your back, pausing at tense areas to gently knead them, deftly removing your concealed blaster and placing it on the table before you. “Quite a bit, actually,” he added, chuckling. Hardcase was always attentive to your needs and desires, and this was looking to be no exception. You smiled coyly, your fingers tracing the pattern on his bare chest. "Really? Any conclusions?" His eyes glinted with a new hunger as he leaned in, lips barely brushing your cheek. "I think…” his voice was low and rich, "…that I want you to remind me of your safe words, mesh’la.”

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[sinfulsalutations]

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The two of you have been fucking for hours now.

Hardcase’s grip on your thighs keeps you in place while he ruts into you like a rabid animal, desperate for release, desperate for you. You’re keening, hands left strayed by your sides and fingers twitching, unable to do anything else but moan and encourage him enthusiastically while he continues resolutely to get his fill.

He isn't done with you, somehow, even after rubbing one spend all over your chest and the other on the insides of your thighs. You wonder what will finally satiate his passionate need to keep you impaled on his cock for as long as possible.

Crumpled sheets cling to each of your skin, drenched fabric molding to your naked figures. There’s a sticky consistency, an uncomfortable feeling of detaching as you lift your neck up from the pillow. Each of you drenched in the droplets and sudor of sex, disheveled panting the only thing let out between your enthusiastic cries.

“Oh, fuck cyar’ika,” Hardcase groans on and on, eyes fluttering close for split moments of respite while he hunches over you, “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He peels back his eyelids fully and flashes you the most wicked smile. You just manage to reciprocate before tilting your head back with another moan as he pushes back into you again, slower and rougher than before, making you feel him entirely before returning to the original pace.

“Yes,” You squeal, ending with a breathy exhale. A droplet of sweat treks down your forehead, dropping from your temple to your cheek. There’s another on your neck and the crook between it and your shoulders, more collecting on the expanse of your chest; you’re suddenly uncomfortably aware of it.

Hardcase suddenly dips down, mouth falling ajar and giving your neck a kitten lick, collecting the bead of sweat on his tongue. He smacks his lips, staying there for a minute. His pace doesn’t falter.

It does when he trails his tongue over more of your collected sweat on your chest.

You blink, tipping your chin down and raising an eyebrow. Hardcase notices the change in position, and his eyes move up to look at you; the rest of his face remains.

“Did you just… lick off my sweat?” You ask incredulously.

Hardcase pouts obliviously and nods.

“...Yeah?” He’s genuinely baffled at the question.

Suddenly, you’re giggling with a heaving chest, and forcing him to move up again. He’s still seated in you, pushing in a little further as he leans over your body. You’re too busy tittering on to really notice. Hardcase raises an eyebrow.

“What?” He questions again.

“Babe, that’s so gross!” You remark, eyes blowing wide. He blinks at you, once, twice, trying to understand your perspective. 

“Really?” Seems like he hasn’t got it. Shrugging dejectively and slumping, he curls further into you and tilts his head. “`Kinda thought it was hot.”

With a snort, you slap his chest, rising and falling with his soft, self-deprecating laughs. You’re gazing away, but his eyes have never left your pretty smile. That joy of yours dissipates into a blissful sigh when Hardcase decides to thrust into you again, and again, slowly building up the pace again.

He’s back to fucking you like you never stopped.

Your hands drift up to his neck, interlocking fingers at the back of his neck. More beads of sweat drip down each of your bodies. After he’d done such an abrupt thing, lapping up your sweat like a delectable meal, almost how he’d kitten lick your sex after giving you a mind-shattering orgasm, you got curious.

So you lean up and lick the sweat off his neck, eyes fluttering close as you get a penchant, and oh. This isn’t nearly as bad as you thought.

Above you, the sound of Hardcase’s deep chuckle catches you off guard, and you gaze up. You hadn’t said anything purposefully just to avoid this boy’s frustrating smugness in any situation that plays out in his favor; he gets to be smug anyway.

“Gross, huh?” He taunts.

“Shut up,” you snap back.

The sound of your squeal and his deep rumble flood the room as he pinches your hip and turns you over.

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[fvck-the-patriarchy]

Hardcase: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse! That’s what I always say!

Y/n: You should say something else.

[wanderinginksplot]

Hardcase + "Is that seriously your password?"

Hardcase and gn!reader (no use of y/n or any pronouns). Platonic.

Word Count: 2,200

Warnings: Hardcase being Hardcase, impatient reader, themes of distance in a friendship.

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Despite all outward appearances - and prevailing public opinion - Hardcase was a very intelligent man. 

It was the 501st’s worst-kept secret, among many strong contenders, that Captain Rex had been trying to send him to ARC trooper training for months. Hardcase politely refused every time, insisting that he was happy as he was and with the 501st in particular. 

“Why would I ever leave?” he asked any time someone brought it up. “All my brothers are here and I’ve got plenty of heavy artillery. What else could I need?”

Say what you wanted about Hardcase, he had a singularly clear idea what he wanted.

And, at that moment, what he wanted was to learn how to do your job. 

He had been hanging around for a little over a week and had learned most of what your coworkers did. As a small group of nat-borns - roughly a dozen on the whole team - you were surrounded by men who had been literally designed to outclass you. But still, you were there to do the odd jobs that the GAR couldn’t bother to assign to a clone trooper. You watched radars, analyzed intelligence reports, and took in messages from the GAR and the Jedi Order alike. 

You didn’t see Hardcase when you approached your small desk and your shoulders eased slightly. When you sat down and he still didn’t appear, you turned and booted up the desktop datapad so you could take a look at that day’s charts. 

“Is that seriously your password?”

You swore violently and turned to face Hardcase, who was halfway through climbing out of the storage closet across the aisle from your desk. That door had been stuck partially open since you had first come aboard the Resolute. Stupid of you not to check there. 

Even as your chair’s rotation slowed to a stop, you threw the stylus in your hand at Hardcase. He blinked at you as the stylus bounced harmlessly off his chest. You spared a moment to note that he was wearing only his black body glove and the stylus had still ricocheted like it had hit a solid surface… But Hardcase was speaking before you could process that further. 

“Calm down, it’s just me,” he soothed.

“I know, that’s why I threw it!” you snapped and Hardcase grinned. You pressed a hand to your chest. “For the millionth time, watching someone type in a password is not slicing!”

“Exactly, it’s better,” Hardcase said proudly. “Much less effort.”

You rolled your eyes, mostly to hide the smirk that threatened. “That’s not how you learn a skill, Hardcase,” you reminded unnecessarily. 

“No, but it was enough to get me this far,” he countered with a shrug. 

That was an unfortunately good point, so you elected to ignore it. “Did you need something? Other than to give me my midnight adrenaline jolt?”

As you said it, you glanced down at your fresh caf in disgust and pushed it away. Hardcase scooped up the mug of caf the moment you did so, taking a greedy slurp and wincing as he burned his tongue. “Yeah, actually. I want you to teach me to calculate a route through hyperspace.”

“Hardcase,” you started, sighing. 

Hardcase laughed. “Yeah, that’s the right way to say it! A little frustrated, a little tired. Now just follow it up with, ‘I’ll show you how to navigate the ship’ and we’ll be good!”

A loophole opened in front of you, shining and brilliant. “Fine, I’ll show you how to navigate the ship.”

As Hardcase did a victorious little dance, you gestured at the screen of your datapad. “First, you put in the coordinates of where you want to end up, then you enter your current coordinates. Most systems can calculate your current position, but the Resolute is still moving, so I’m going to do a quick estimate of where we’ll be when we jump into hyperspace.”

As you spoke, you performed each of the steps in turn, setting up a mock course to Coruscant from the Resolute’s estimated position ten minutes from then. You tapped the correct button, letting the results of the datapad’s calculations scroll down the screen. “And then it flags any problems with the route and offers alternate options to avoid those problems. No questions? Okay, you’re good!”

If it were anyone else, you would be worried you had offended your prospective pupil, but Hardcase’s easy-going nature was well known and nearly impossible to shake. 

As if to prove that fact, he only laughed at your vague lesson and blunt dismissal. “Nice try! I want to learn to calculate the route by hand.”

“By hand?” you repeated, aghast. “Hardcase, that’s a long process. It takes hours…”

“I set aside some time,” he accepted easily, nabbing the chair from a nearby desk and settling comfortably into it. “You can’t expect me to believe that you’re busy.”

You glanced around, half-wishing for some kind of emergency so you could push him off without feeling bad about it. Nothing jumped out at you and no alarms were going off, so Hardcase’s point stood. There wasn’t even anyone else on that section of the bridge. You were the only person pulling a twelve-hour shift that night, and the area was abandoned.

“Are you sure you don’t want to learn to calibrate a radar?” you asked, a little desperately. “That’s what most of my job is and it’s a much more interesting skill.”

“Okay,” Hardcase agreed, folding his hands over his stomach. “As soon as you teach me to calculate a route by hand, you can teach me how to calibrate a radar.”

You stared at him dryly. “Thanks.”

“Always happy to learn,” he said, grinning at you. 

You gritted your teeth and pulled up a new page on the datapad. “Fine. We’re going to need a fresh star chart with the quadrants clearly marked, and a complete list of all known hyperspace disruptions…”

Frustratingly, Hardcase was an excellent student. That wasn’t a shock. You had spoken to your coworkers who had taught him and they had mentioned exactly that. Hardcase was intelligent with a keen interest in information-gathering. He could be selective about his interests and flippant with what he learned, but when he turned his full focus to a subject, he didn’t stop until it was mastered.

So you resigned yourself to the task. All things considered, it wasn’t the worst way to spend a boring shift. And it did take a large portion of your working hours. Calculating hyperspace routes by hand was a long and tedious process. When you were finally finished, you stabbed at the star chart with your stylus. 

“And there you go,” you summarized. “The most boring way you could have possibly spent three and a half hours.”

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Hardcase countered. “At least this is useful.” 

“Only if you manage to get on a ship without a navicomputer and you need to make an immediate jump to light speed,” you shot back. “And assuming you’re being generous about the definition of the word ‘immediate’.”

“We are in a war,” he told you with a shrug. “You never know what’s going to happen out there.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Hardcase, if you disable the navicomputer, I’m going to be very unhappy.”

“I would never!” he insisted, pressing an offended hand to his chest. 

You didn’t trust Hardcase’s offense as far as you could throw the tall and muscular trooper, so you just shook your head and began gathering up the materials you had used to calculate the practice route.

“So, are you gonna tell me why you were avoiding me?” 

The question made your shoulders tense. “I wasn’t.”

Hardcase barked a laugh at the lie. “Uh-huh. Then why did I have to hide in a storage closet to catch you at your desk?”

“You didn’t,” you insisted mulishly. “I think you just like scaring people.” 

“I do,” he admitted without further prompting. “But you were also avoiding me. I’m not offended, I just want to know why. I thought we were friends. You know, even before I started trying to learn about what it is you do here.”

You looked down, pretending to scrub at a spot on the desk. The truth was that Hardcase was right. You had been friends. The problem was that you had been around long enough to recognize one of Hardcase’s most dependable patterns: he would leave when he got bored. 

It was an innate trait, something he couldn’t help. He always did it, no matter what intentions he had. You two had been friends… but then you noticed that he was asking your coworkers how to do their jobs. When he learned the last job, there was a good chance he would move on to his next passion. You weren’t ready to be left behind by him, not yet. 

“C’mon,” Hardcase urged, plucking the neatly rolled starchart from your hands and bopping you gently on the head and shoulders with it. “Tell me. I’ll just keep asking. You know I will. Why are you avoiding me? Why? What’s the reason? Why are-?”

You snatched the tube of flimsi from him and swiped at him. The blow landed on the side of his neck with a quiet hollow sound that made him laugh. Despite yourself, you joined in. 

And then you stopped, filled with a deep sadness. You liked spending time with Hardcase. He was a good friend. And, if his previous patterns were anything to go by, there was a good chance that this was the end of your friendship. 

“I’m not ready for you to leave,” you admitted softly. 

Hardcase’s laughter trailed off into silence as he gave you a quizzical look. “I don’t have to go right now. I told you, I set aside the whole night for this.” 

“That… isn’t… quite what I meant.” The explanation was even softer than your admission - not quite silent, but close.

Even so, Hardcase frowned. “I’m not going anywhere. Why would I?”

“You will,” you assured him, offering a halfhearted smile to take the sting from the truth of it. “You get… restless. Now that you know how to do everything on this part of the bridge, you’ll get bored around here and move on to another part of the ship.”

“Why-” Hardcase broke off, clearing his throat. “Why do you think I wanted to learn about all of this stuff?”

You shrugged. “I know you like to learn, and you like having another skill. Right?”

Hardcase shook his head. For the first time you could remember, he was pointedly avoiding eye contact with you. “That isn’t wrong, but it’s not the whole reason. I like spending time around you and this seemed like a good chance to do it. Then you stopped hanging out with me as much and this started being the only way I could be close to you. Plus, your coworkers are really nice. They tell some great stories about you.”

The horror you felt at the prospect of your coworkers telling stories about you was only mitigated by the surge of guilt you felt for avoiding Hardcase. He had only wanted to be your friend. You had been so worried about the idea of losing him that you had pushed him away before he could prove that he wouldn’t leave.

And, by doing so, you had caused the very thing you were afraid would happen.

“I’ve been a terrible friend,” you concluded aloud. “I’m sorry, Hardcase. I don’t know how to make it up to you. If you even want me to, that is.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you easily. “Part of being a good friend is understanding that someone needs to be a bad friend sometimes.”

You frowned at that. “There’s something missing in that logic.”

“That’s how you know it’s a Hardcase original,” Hardcase said, sounding proud of it. “Besides, it’s friendship. It doesn’t need to make sense.”

To your horror, you felt the threat of tears rising behind your eyes. Hardcase, thankfully oblivious as always, snatched the rolled-up chart from you. Once more, he began bopping you on the shoulders and head. 

The childish behavior was enough to break you out of your sentimental mood and you scowled at him. Hardcase only laughed and hit you again. You tossed a flimsi-clip at him, but it only winged his ear.

“We really do need to work on your aim,” Hardcase noted. “Caf first, though. Let’s go to the mess.”

You glanced at your workstation. There was no real reason you couldn’t leave, and you were overdue for a break. 

“C’mon,” Hardcase urged. “Don’t make me go to the mess hall by myself. It’s creepy this late at night. A good friend would come along.”

“Are you going to hold this over my head?” you asked suspiciously, already following him off of the bridge. 

“Of course!” he agreed instantly. “What else are friends for?”

You heaved a loud sigh, but fortunately, Hardcase didn’t turn around. Your wide smile probably would have given you away.

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Author's Note - I'm having a bad day, so here's a fic I wrote to help with my writer's block earlier this year. Hope you enjoyed it! I have a few more of these to post, all of which lean more toward romance than this one did.

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[tcwfixit]

Chapter Four: Freeze Fic info HERE Chapter One HERE |Chapter Two|HERE|Chapter Three HERE|Chapter Four HERE Warnings: None Pairing: F! Reader/OC x Rex, F! Reader/OC x Echo, F! Reader/OC x Fives, F! Reader/OC x Kix, F! Reader/OC x Jesse, F! Reader/OC x Hardcase Word count: 375

You froze, he was walking towards you. Past him you could see Kix and Jesse were looking at him, baffled.  They clearly didn’t know what was going on.  Your anxiety hits a level of existence you never knew was possible. Which was quite a feat in itself.  He looked utterly relaxed as he approached, wide grin on his face.  You couldn’t register the chatter around you. 

Nettie leaned to your ear, putting a hand on your arm. “Consider it a suggestion from the Force. Nothing says you have to do anything about it”

“It IS you,” he grinned when he got to the table. 

“I… sorry… I didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier,” you stammer. 

He shakes his head. “I saw at first meal, but I couldn’t be sure because all of you were sitting already and I didn’t know if you had switched spots or… sorry. I’m Hardcase,”

“I kn…” you begin without thinking only to be poked hard in the side by Kyan'itte. 

“Louri,” you recover, with a weak smile. 

“Mesh’la, Louri” he said, almost half to himself. 

Nettie and Mia shifted down and Nettie gestured to the seat between you. “Here, join us,”

“Thanks,” he said, moving into the seat.  He looked around at all of them with interest. 

“So um, this is Nettie and Mia” you gesture to the two that had slid down to give him a spot. “And Thysia, Kyan’itte, and Safirea.”

Just as he opens his mouth he is being pulled back off the seat. 

“What the kark are you thinking, man!” You hear as you turn to see Jesse and Kix.  Jesse was speaking. “You know we aren’t supposed to bug the Jedi,”

“Jesse!” Kix hisses, then apologizes . “Sorry for my brother’s language,”

They began pulling a protesting Hardcase away.  “I’m not bugging them! I’m here for a reason!”

“Yeah, the reason is you are a di’kut,” Kix muttered. 

“No, really!” Hardcase made a fairly good effort of trying to get out of the grip of his brothers, but was still being cautious of the surrounding people.

“Rex will loose his mind if he finds out,” Jesse warned as they entered the nearest corridor. 

You look around at the group. Expressions ranged from absolute fangirl mode to worried.  

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[l-lend]

a/n: So I've had this idea for a bit, while not starring the Batch we do get Wrecker doing what he does best. So enjoy <3

Steam seeped into the locker room as a pair of towel clad men emerged from the men’s showers. The shorter of the two running another towel along his shaved head. His body momentarily free of the stench of soot.

“You got any plans for off-time?”

His companion took a moment to answer before a shirt covered his broad chest.

“Think the Missus wanted to try that new noodle place. She’s been craving anything with chili oil.”

The shorter man made a face, “Little one already causing trouble, eh Wrecker?”

Wrecker’s boisterous laugh bounced along the walls, “Don’t I know it.”

The two continued dressing with the remnants of laughter devolving into an occasional chuckle.

The shorter man fell silent as his eyes fell upon a black box perched on his shelf. Wrecker followed his companion’s gaze. The corners of his mouth weighiing down his once jovial expression.

“Hardcase, she didn’t say no, did she?”

He only chewed on his lip, “Haven’t asked…”

Wrecker’s frown deepened, “So why not?”

Only a shrug was provided. A weight soon placed upon them.

“Hardcase, she’s crazy about you. And you’re crazy about her, yeah?”

He nodded.

Unsatisfied with his response, the larger man jostled him, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Hardcase relented, losing a battle with a smile curling his lip.

The larger man plucked up the box before pressing it to the man’s chest.

“Look, I know that question’s tough, but girls like her don’t come around everyday.”

His hand brushed along his head, “I…what do I even say?”

“Say how you feel.”

Her watch struck 1730 as she kept her weapon at the ready. She kept her breathing steady despite anticipation prickling the nape of her neck. He should be home any minute now. In that moment she’ll have him. The bait she left him should be enticing enough. Her eyes snapped to the gate as the lock jangled.

In waltzed her target. His steps lighter than usual. His own weapon in hand as he fell into a sweep and clear. Muscle memory from a previous life when he would charge into battle shoulder to shoulder with his brothers.

She remained hidden for only a few moments longer as he passed by. As soon as his back was turned, her finger squeezed the trigger.

The stream connected with his back causing a surprised yelp to leave his throat. He swiftly returned fire. The lukewarm spray from his own weapon claiming her chest. Laughter and shots were traded until both tanks held only air. Despite the lack of ammunition, he intended to win this battle. Abandoning his weapon, he was quick to approach, scooping his beloved into his arms. Her accompanying squeal and the gentle pounding on his back only fueling his resolve as he made his way to the pool.

“Hardcase, don’t you da-”

Another squeal left her as he tossed her into the water. He soon leaped in after her.

She soon resurfaced seeing red and ready to give him a piece of her mind. However the words died in her throat at the sight before her. Her beloved Hardcase with a death grip on a little black box. His usual confidence nowhere to be seen.

“I…we’ve been together for a while…” He huffed a laugh as he averted her gaze, “I still wonder what I did to get a girl like you to fall for well, me. I-I’ve screwed up a lot in life, and I’ve been screwing up by not asking sooner.”

His eyes finally met hers, “Whaddya say? You wanna do this with me?”

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Hardcase bumped into you on his way to the barracks. You had moved to try to avoid him as he bounced around, joking with his brothers, but he managed to bounce into you and you both landed on the ground.

"Sorry about that," said one with a large Republic tattoo on his head. He offered you a hand up. "Sometimes he can't look where he's going."

Hardcase sat up, but when he saw you, his heart gave the loudest thud. You were the person he had been crushing on for over a month.

"Dinner," he said quickly.

"I'm sorry?" You felt confused.

"Dinner us," he continued, seemingly forgetting how words worked. "Will us dinner. Will you have dinner with me?"

"Oh," you replied.

His brothers grinned. They'd never quite seen him this way. Hardcase stood and took a step toward you, using all his focus to clarify his question.

"I'm sorry I knocked you over. I've seen you around and think you're the most gorgeous, intriguing person here. Will you have dinner with me?"

You smiled. "Okay. Let's get dinner."

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This is just how I envision being with Hardcase. Playful, fun, loving, joyful, sunny. My heart melts every time I see artwork of him. Even in death he was glorious! I just see him laughing and spinning in that Starfighter having the time of his life all while being a hero. I love Hardcase 💙💙💙

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You’re acutely aware of his hands, gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in position, as he carries you through the park after a blissful morning of feeling like a kid in the sun with his brothers.

The heat of the day has passed, but the exhaustion of running to and fro, trying to keep up with the stamina of Torrent Company has caught up to you, and you loosely wrap your arms around Hardcase’s shoulders and nuzzle just behind his ear.

He takes a moment to say how cute it is you thought you could hang all day, and that it was a valiant effort, earning himself a tired raspberry blown with as much attitude as you can muster, which isn’t much when you’re crashing from the 3 blue raspberry slushes you’d inhaled that had left your tongue an amusing, but unnatural shade.

His laugh rings out, vibrating through your chest where it’s pressed to his back, leaving you feeling warm and happy despite his well deserved teasing that causes you to nip at his ear.

You absentmindedly start humming, listening to the idle chatter of the boys, as you make your way back to base, daydreaming about all of the sunny days you’ve yet to share with Hardcase, all of the laughs, the slushes, and being carried when your legs are tired from running after super soldiers.

At first you hadn’t been willing to think of the future beyond the next few minutes, but there was something about the light in Hardcase’s eyes that always made you hopeful, and it made you want so much more not just for yourself but for him because if anyone deserved the warmth and love of a sun it was Hardcase.

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Now Boarding

A series of interconnected fics pairing the reader with different members of the 501st! This was written as a celebration of my awesome readers! Enjoy!

Now Boarding Intro - No warnings

Artist’s Eye (Count + Denal) - Warnings for teasing and mild harassment

A Bug in the System (Bug + Hardcase) - Warnings for mild injury, blood, and medical treatment

Pain Patch (Patch + Kix) - Warnings for mild injuries, blood, medical treatment, and arguments

You Catch More Fives with Honey than Vinegar (Honey + Fives) - Warnings for flirtation, medical treatment, and light angst

A Helping Hand (Helper + Jesse) - Warnings for mentions of blood, mild bullying, light angst, and alcohol use

Hunger (Greens + Tup) - Warnings for unrealistic medical treatment, mild bullying, and mentions of PTSD and nightmares

An Echo Through the Ages (Eon + Echo) - Warnings for light stalking, description of a canon-typical violent situation (includes a crowd and a near crushing), spoilers for TCW S1:E5 - Rookies

Chasing a Shadow (Shadow + Rex) - Warnings for awkwardness, mentions of blood, and discussions of stress

Now Boarding Epilogue - Warnings for vague mentions of PTSD, threats, and implied sexual relationships

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The story so far...

Warnings: None Pairing: F! Reader/OC x Rex, F! Reader/OC x Echo, F! Reader/OC x Fives, F! Reader/OC x Kix, F! Reader/OC x Jesse, F! Reader/OC x Hardcase

No Y/N, rare OC name usage.

Chapter One: Dreams and Reality

“What happened to my hair?!!” The shriek jolted you out of sleep, and into awareness of somewhat unfamiliar surroundings. 

“Twi’leks don’t have hair,” you mumble in response, not even realizing what you were saying until you said it. 

Sitting upright quickly your head narrowly misses the bunk over you. ‘This isn’t my room, where the hell am I?’ Echos of the same sentiment were vocalized all around you. 

Your first response was that you were dreaming. Had been reading fan fiction too much before bed. One too many pieces of clone trooper fan art. But something was telling you this was all too real. You could feel the thrum of the engines in your bones.

“My skin is blue?”

“We aren’t dreaming, are we?” Someone asked from the bunk over your head. 

“Are we in Star Wars?” Another squeaked. 

“I don’t know of any Twi’leks on Earth”

“How many of us feel like we are from somewhere else,” what seems to be the only human asks.

“Me,” was the answer in surround sound. 

You get out of the bed, wincing at the cool metal floor. 

“Okay, who doesn’t?”  The same person asks. Silence.

“Star Wars…” a Pantoran sighed. “On a large ship, going who knows where?”

“Wait, WHEN are we?”, another asks.  

You spot a republic cog on a nearby container.  “Before the empire,” you point it out to the others. 

“There is a lot of time before the empire,” the other twi’lek, lavender pink skin and light purple tattoos on her lekku.  

You decide to do some recon, moving  to the door, it slid open.  You poke your head into the hallway just in time to see the backs of two clone troopers in phase one armor walking away. 

You can’t help but giggle after you duck back in.  “Mmmm… phase one, nice!” you say, fanning yourself with your hand dramatically.

“Why do I feel like I KNOW this?” a pantoran asks.

“I don’t know, but I do too,” Your attention is drawn to a red zabrak with intense blue eyes. 

“Nettie,” You say, automatically.  The name surfacing in your mind as easily as if you knew her.  But you did. Nettie, or Garnette, had been in your youngling clan. After this you immediately questioned… youngling? Clan? Were you a Jedi? 

Nettie blinked, as if registering that was her name, “Yeah?”

You felt like the situation now was just out of reach. Your mind supplying information slowly as if it was something you knew, but at the same time you didn’t. 

“Ohh!!! Look what I found!” Nettie says, clearly excited. She holds up what was clearly a lightsaber hilt. 

“No! Don’t!” the human… Saphirea cries out, but it was too late. She had activated it. 

The familiar hum filled the room. 

“Awesome!” Nettie exclaims.

“Wicked” someone else cheers. 

Then the blade retreats and the hum is gone. 

Nettie looks stunned, “we’re Jedi….at least we’re service Corp. I’m a healer…and you, you do computers” she pointed at a pantorian near her. 

You couldn’t help but feel that everything she is saying is correct.  You “knew” and even “remembered” working on vehicles as some sort of Jedi mechanic. But the life you had expected to wake up to felt real, solid. This one did too, except,  many of the details of this life were missing. 

“Wait… can we fix it?” A very small pantoran with extremely long hair gasped. Mia, your mind supplies.

Could you? Do you have enough information to fix it?

“How do I know I’m not dreaming?” The pink Twi’lek, Kyan'itte,  asks. “I dream Star Wars a lot. If that was real life,”

“Two lives, which one is the dream?” The other Pantoran, Thysia asked. 

“What if both are real?” Mia asked. 

Nettie shook her head, “we don’t have time to figure it out now.” She pointed to a digital clock… chrono? The more you think about it the distinction of which is real becomes blurrier. “Our sleep shift is over, time to eat and work,”

“How early are we, I wonder,” Kayanitte said, dressing in Jedi robes that were mostly purples. 

Thysia, one of the pantorans, asked “how well does any of us know the timelines?” 

“It’s sketchy with what information we had,” Kyan'itte shook her head. 

“Well we can’t exactly walk into the council and tell them about the chips and Palps,” you point out. 

“Let’s just get through this day and then we can work on it.” Mia says, as you enter the corridors.  

The feeling of knowing where to go when you had no

memory of having been there is disconcerting. 

Passing troopers in their helmets in the corridors was one thing. But getting to the mess hall and being faced with a couple hundred eating and talking with no helmets on was near heart stopping. 

One of the troopers, a shiny you guessed by the pristine white of his plastoid armor, with a reg cut, smiled brightly at the group as they got into line. “Good morning!” He greets. 

Choice 1. Return his smile, wish him a good morning, and go on about your day. -winner

2. Strike up a conversation with the trooper.

Chapter Two: Space Oatmeal

You smile and say “Hello” to the shiny, following Safirea to a table. 

“Don’t stare at them!” she hisses at Nettie.

“I can’t help it… we are really here,” Nettie responds, turning her attention back to the food on her tray. 

This meal is surprisingly more appetizing at first take than the general Fanon leaned on. It was porridge like, something like…

“Space oatmeal,” Thysia says, picking up a container of fruit preserves evidently meant as a topping. Or judging by the way the men at the near tables were using it. 

“So do you think they are here?” Mia asks.

Something catches your attention from across the mess hall. Golden close cropped hair.  Your first thought is, there are other blonde clones.  It was rare, sure, but they exist.  Then the man stood and you knew for sure. You knew that pauldron, that shade of blue. 

Kyan'itte pokes you in the side, “are you okay, it looks like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“Oh, he is not a ghost,” you answer. 

The others go to look and you say, “Don’t look! We stand out enough as is. We just have to make it through the day without causing suspicion,”

“You’re right,” Mia sighs.

You finish your food, not as bad as you had feared.  The caf was okay and the juice, though clearly from a powdered form, was drinkable.

“I think we might be close to time for our shifts?” Thysia said, almost finished eating, she wrinkled her forehead.  “This memory-not memory thing.  I thought maybe it would get clearer the longer we were awake.”

You shake your head, “I don’t know what’s going on,”

You head off to one of the bays where the walkers were kept, Mia walking with you as far as one of the computer rooms.  You notice footprints in bright colors, almost as if someone had walked in paint that changed color with every step.  With your inbetween knowledge of earth life and star wars life… it didn’t seem familiar.

You elbow Mia, “Look, weird space paint.  Looks like  trooper walked through some,”

She gives you a weird look, “What do you mean?”

“You don’t see it?” you ask.

“No,maybe a force thing?” Mia answers. “Hey, remember to keep your head down.  We can figure out what to do later.”

With a little wave she disappears into a room.

You look after her, then the trail of footprints down the hallway, then back the way you need to go to work.

Choice 1. Follow the footprints, and your curioisity- Winner 2.Go to work, you don't want to cause suspicion yet

Chapter Three: Footprints in Force Paint?

Mia had just told you to not draw attention to yourself, but she also couldn’t see the rainbow of footprints heading away from where you stood. And the more you looked at them, you realize they are slowly fading. 

You can’t help the pull of curiosity and you follow the footprints.  You’re a Jedi or… grew up as one.  It didn’t much matter.  Sneaking around should be no problem at all. You follow the footprints through the corridors when they passed a bank of lifts and kept going you sigh with relief.  When you had started following them you hadn’t considered the possibility of going to another level. 

Eventually you hear three men talking from beyond the next turn of the corridor. 

“How much longer are we in hyperspace for again?” You could hear one ask.  

“Rex said another standard rotation,” another clone answered. 

“Hey ‘Case…” the first began and your eyes went round as you froze. 

“I am not spending hours spotting you lifting weights Jess,” you presumed it was Hardcase. 

“We could spar?” Jesse offered. 

“I have work to do, I am not reffing for you two,” a third answered.  

“Range then?”

“Sure” 

You hear them move off down the corridor and you check your chrono.  You still have time if you hurry back to not be late or do you follow the three? 

Choice 1. Make a break for it to get back to work so you can discuss with the others later 2. Keep following the footprints 3.Sneak a peak at some of your favorite troopers aroud the corner-winner

Chapter Four: Just a peek

Whether it’s actually a good plan or not you decide you can at least peek at them. Jesse and Hardcase? In the flesh? You get to the corner and try to peek around.   They are halfway down the next corridor when you do. 

Again, sets of armor you would recognize anywhere. Each had their helmets tucked under an arm. The third being Kix, as you had suspected when you had heard the other two referring to each other. 

“Come on Kixie,” you saw Jesse elbow him. “You don’t need to organize the supplies again. Come to the range with us”

“No, thanks. I’d rather get it done now and be able to rest after lunch. Maybe read or something,” Kix answered.  

Whatever teasing response the others gave him you never tracked because that’s when you noticed the trail of footprints didn’t lead past them.  That each colorful step was being created by Hardcase’s boots. 

Unthinking, you turn the corner into the corridor they are in and that’s when your com rings.  You make it about two steps after him, intrigued, before your com rings. You gasp, as you fumble to answer it. 

“Hello?” Your eyes flicked up to see the three staring at you. 

“Hey you okay?  You’re usually early, have you gotten into trouble already today?”  The voice was teasing and your mind supplied the name “Boltz” 

“I’m fine Boltz, must have dozed while walking. I’m on my way,” you take a couple of steps backwards before turning to run towards work.  

Hours later you were sliding into a seat between to Kyan’itte and Nettie. “Look, it’s Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase.” Kyan’itte pointed out as soon as you were seated. 

“Hardcase is staring at you and grinning like an idiot,” Nettie giggled.

“Why would he be looking at me?” You ask, blushing. 

“Maybe he thinks you’re….,” Saphirea began. 

“Wait, footprints,” Mia interrupted.  “Did you follow the footprints you saw after I went to work?”

You blush deeper, “I…. Yeah, I did. What does that have to do with…”

Mia shook her head, “ it doesn’t make sense.  Until this everything today seemed to point to this being very real,”

“Oh! I read that fic,” Nettie said excitedly.  “Are we in a soulmate au?”

“Wait, hold on… we haven’t even gotten past the fact that we woke up in Star Wars and now we are talking soulmate au?” Saphirea broke in.  

Chatter broke out among the others as you picked at your food, less appetizing than breakfast was.  But that wasn’t the only reason.  You were really unsure how you felt about soulmate in real life.  If this was real life. 

Sure, he was your favorite. You felt a connection to his character… to him since he first showed up in the show.  And fan fics about soulmates were a guilty pleasure of yours. But the sudden loss of choice gave you pause. 

“Shhhhhh!!!” Kyan’itte hissed “he’s coming this way!”

Choices 1. Wait for him to get to the table-winner 2. Head him off to talk to him alone 3. RUN!

Chapter Five: Freeze

You froze, he was walking towards you. Past him you could see Kix and Jesse were looking at him, baffled.  They clearly didn’t know what was going on.  Your anxiety hits a level of existence you never knew was possible. Which was quite a feat in itself.  He looked utterly relaxed as he approached, wide grin on his face.  You couldn’t register the chatter around you. 

Nettie leaned to your ear, putting a hand on your arm. “Consider it a suggestion from the Force. Nothing says you have to do anything about it”

“It IS you,” he grinned when he got to the table. 

“I… sorry… I didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier,” you stammer. 

He shakes his head. “I saw at first meal, but I couldn’t be sure because all of you were sitting already and I didn’t know if you had switched spots or… sorry. I’m Hardcase,”

“I kn…” you begin without thinking only to be poked hard in the side by Kyan'itte. 

“Louri,” you recover, with a weak smile. 

“Mesh’la, Louri” he said, almost half to himself. 

Nettie and Mia shifted down and Nettie gestured to the seat between you. “Here, join us,”

“Thanks,” he said, moving into the seat.  He looked around at all of them with interest. 

“So um, this is Nettie and Mia” you gesture to the two that had slid down to give him a spot. “And Thysia, Kyan’itte, and Safirea.”

Just as he opens his mouth he is being pulled back off the seat. 

“What the kark are you thinking, man!” You hear as you turn to see Jesse and Kix.  Jesse was speaking. “You know we aren’t supposed to bug the Jedi,”

“Jesse!” Kix hisses, then apologizes . “Sorry for my brother’s language,”

They began pulling a protesting Hardcase away.  “I’m not bugging them! I’m here for a reason!”

“Yeah, the reason is you are a di’kut,” Kix muttered. 

“No, really!” Hardcase made a fairly good effort of trying to get out of the grip of his brothers, but was still being cautious of the surrounding people.

“Rex will loose his mind if he finds out,” Jesse warned as they entered the nearest corridor. 

You look around at the group. Expressions ranged from absolute fangirl mode to worried.  

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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.

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Of Frogs and Clones

Hardcase x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: The Mysterious Liquid

Summary: It's the clone's last night in the barracks together as soldiers and Hardcase drinks a mysterious liquid from Jesse's duffle that turns him into a frog. With the help of his brothers and the Right To Love Matchmaking service, they work against the clock to find him "true love's kiss" and turn him back into a human.

Pairing: Hardcase x Fem!Reader

Characters: Hardcase, Jesse, Kix, Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup, Dogma

Tags & Warnings: matchmaking!au, fluff, humor, strange magic, clone shenanigans, unconventional love story, dialogue heavy

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: My first entry for the @tcwmatchmakingau! This series is pure fun and ridiculousness. There's no angst, no hurt, no underlying themes, and no deep meanings. Only utter nonsense. Reader and RTL are not in the first chapter. I know I have other series to finish, but I needed to cross off another bingo square first 😅 As always, please enjoy 💚

@clonexreaderbingo Square: Mystery

Chapter 1

The Clone Wars have finally drawn to a close, leaving the remaining clones in a precarious spot of facing the unknown civilian life before them. To aid in their assimilation, the senate passed legislation to give clones official citizenship status, government subsidized housing, a credit stipend, and help with job placement. Tonight is their last night sleeping in the barracks and as they pack their belongings and prepare for life outside of the GAR, things get a little hectic.

“What do you think it’s going to be like?” Jesse asks while pulling things out of his overstuffed duffle.

“Dunno,” Hardcase answers as he stares at the bunk above him, hands laced behind his head. His duffle doesn’t have much in it, so he finished packing a while ago.

“I bet it’s going to be fun,” Fives smiles while throwing his things haphazardly into his duffle. “No rules, no regulations, no chain of command.”

Echo stops folding his blacks and grimaces at the thought. “That sounds awful.”

“Lighten up,” Tup playfully punches Echo’s shoulder. “We can finally do whatever we want.”

“I’m with Echo,” Dogma adds. “A bunch of people doing whatever they want sounds chaotic. Where’s the order?”

“We make our own order,” Kix chimes in. “We follow the laws and do the right thing. Like we’ve always done.”

“What if we mess up?” Echo wonders, a twinge of apprehension in his voice. “I don’t want to be court-martialed on day one.”

“You can’t be court-martialed if you’re a civilian,” Fives chuckles. “But if you do mess up… Then Fox will get you!” Fives jumps on Echo’s back for dramatic effect.

Echo groans and pushes Fives off while the rest of the group laughs.

“As long as we stick together, we’ll be fine,” Jesse reassures.

Murmurs of agreements resound through the barracks and they resume organizing what little belongings they have.

Hardcase rolls onto his side and watches Jesse attempt to pack his duffle bag so that the zipper will close. He’s still unsure how Jesse accumulated so much junk over the past few years. The ARC has a souvenir from almost every planet he’s ever been on. Even after everyone else is done packing, Jesse is still sifting through his things, picking which ones to take with him and which ones to leave behind. He pulls out a bottle of green liquid and places it on the ground.

“What’s that?” Hardcase asks while pointing at the bottle.

“I’m not sure,” Jesse answers. He picks up the bottle and inspects it for a second before setting it back down. “It was given to me by a local at the beginning of the war. I must have forgotten about it.”

“Is it alcohol?” Hardcase asks curiously. He sits up in his bunk and grabs the bottle off the floor, tilting it from side to side to watch the strange liquid slosh around.

“Maybe,” Jesse shrugs. “I couldn’t understand the local language and I never opened it to try it.”

Hardcase wonders what it could be as he continues to turn the bottle in different directions, completely mesmerized by its shimmering contents. “Can I drink it?”

“I don’t see why not,” Jesse says.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Kix warns. He swipes the bottle from Hardcase’s hands.

“Hey,” Hardcase pouts. He sits back down on his bunk and crosses his arms. “That’s mine.”

“Technically–”

“You don’t know what’s in it,” Kix interrupts Jesse’s rebuttal to give a warning. “It could be poisonous.”

“We won’t know that unless we try it,” Hardcase argues.

“Listen,” Kix sighs. “We’re one night away from being free men. I’m not going to let a bottle of suspicious liquid ruin that for you.”

“Isn’t that my choice now?” Hardcase questions.

“Not until 05:00,” Rex chimes in. Upon hearing their captain's voice, all of the Torrent Company stops what they’re doing and stands to attention.

In preparation for their official discharge from the GAR, Rex spent the entire day with the senate and a specialized CCL (civilian clone liaison) to make sure that his men’s transition was taken care of and that it would be as smooth as possible. He meticulously worked each clone’s case with the CCL to approve their housing, their new identichips, and their credit stipends. It was an exhausting process, but his signature was required on every form in the assimilation packets.

“At ease men,” Rex says.

“So,” Fives begins with anticipation. “What’s the word?”

Rex smiles and reveals a stack of identichips. “It’s official.”

Rex walks around to each one of his men and hands them their new identichip. The clones take them eagerly and marvel with wonder at the digital cards with their chosen names and faces inscribed on them. Not a CT number in sight. The excitement in the room is almost too much for the clones to contain. Whispers and wide-eyes turn into hollers, whoops, and hugs. They’re now official citizens of Coruscant and have the same rights as any other citizen.

“Settle down and listen up!” Rex exclaims. “These identichips are your key to life. Do not lose them. They will go into effect at 05:00 tomorrow morning, so until then, you are still under my command.”

The clones stop their chatter and nod their heads in understanding.

“Tomorrow, you’ll be free men,” he starts, “and I will no longer be your captain, but your friend. You’ll be able to make your own choices, live your own lives, and decide your own destinies.” Rex pauses and shifts his weight. “Help each other, help others, and be good citizens.” Rex pauses one more time, his voice wavering with emotion. “It truly has been an honor to serve alongside the finest men in the galaxy.”

The barrack of clones erupts with the sound of clapping and whistling. Rex takes in the moment before he puts up his hand to quiet the men and pull out his data-pad.

“A couple more things,” he begins while scrolling through a list. “Housing assignments have been allocated and your new addresses can be found on your identichips. The apartments are fully furnished, but you’ll have to buy your own clothes, food, and any extra comforts. Credit stipends will be automatically deposited monthly into your bank account until you gain employment. You can keep your armor, but they have asked that you not wear it in public. You are also allowed to own a single DC-17 hand blaster, but it must be registered with the Coruscant Police and tied to your identichips. Any questions?”

Hardcase raises his hand, a look of concern painting his face. “So, I can’t keep my Z-6?”

“No, you can’t,” Rex answers. “Anything that was considered infantry or heavy weaponry cannot be owned by civilians and must be turned in to the Coruscant Police. It was difficult enough to convince them to let us keep a single hand blaster.”

Hardcase plops onto his bunk and crosses his arms while grumbling to himself. That Z-6 was his best friend during the war and now he has to give it up. It really is a shame.

“Any other questions?” Rex asks as he scans the room. “Alright then. Get a good night's sleep and I’ll touch base with you in the morning.”

As Rex leaves the barracks, more chatter erupts amongst the clones. They are both excited and nervous to get their new lives started. The jitters are evident and no one is sure they can actually sleep tonight. They’re like children on Christmas Eve, wanting to stay up late and wait for their presents to arrive instead of sleeping. The anticipation is too much to contain. However, once curfew rolls around, the clones have to turn out the lights and at least try to go to sleep.

The clones all nestle into their bunks for one last night and fall into dreams of what their new lives will be like. Well, everyone that is except for Hardcase. He’s lying awake, staring up at the bunk above him and feeling restless. He’s still thinking about that bottle of green liquid Kix took away from him. He’s not sure what it is about that mysterious bottle that has him so enraptured. Maybe it’s the color, or the way the liquid moves from one end of the glass bottle to the other.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Hardcase decides he wants the bottle back. He waits a couple of hours, and when he hears some of his brothers snoring, he quietly gets out of his bunk and meanders his way to Kix’s bunk. Kix is sleeping on his stomach, one hand under his shirt and the other stretched out over his pillow, with his leg hanging off the side with the blanket falling off. Hardcase shakes his head. He’ll never understand how Kix finds that sleeping position comfortable.

He waves his hand near Kix’s face, checking to make sure he is asleep, then crouches down to look through his duffle. He quietly rummages around, being careful not to knock anything too far out of place, and eventually finds the little glass bottle of green liquid under a pack of gauze. He picks it up, smiles, and admires the bottle like it’s a precious jewel. He puts Kix’s duffle back together, brings the bottle back to his bunk, then looks around to make sure no one saw him.

Once he knows he’s alone and the only one awake, Hardcase pulls the cork off the top of the bottle and it makes a loud popping sound. He winces at the unexpected noise as it echoes through the barracks, then looks around to make sure no one woke up. He relaxes his shoulders and sighs when no one stirs. He looks into the glass bottle and swishes the green liquid around. It’s a shame to drink it when it’s so pretty, but he has to know what it tastes like.

“Bottoms up,” he whispers to himself. He knocks the drink back like a shot and swallows. His face scrunches at the bitter aftertaste and he makes an audible noise of disgust. “Yuck! Definitely not alcohol.”

Disappointed in the gross tasting drink, Hardcase flops back onto his bunk and sighs. He doesn’t feel any different, so it’s probably not poison. If he had to venture a guess, it’s probably some type of tribal medicine native to the planet Jesse got it from. Medicine is the only thing he’s ever tasted that matches that level of bitterness, and he hates medicine. He shutters at the residual taste in the back of his throat, then tucks himself into his bunk to finally go to sleep.

As dawn breaks and the light of the morning peeks into the barracks, Jesse stirs in his bunk. He stretches his limbs and yawns while sitting up, then breathes a contented sigh when he remembers that today is the day he’s a free man. He looks around the sunlit room and sees the rest of the clones stirring as their internal alarm clocks activate. Excited to get moving, he slides down the back ladder of the bunk, his bare feet hitting the barrack’s cold floor with a dull thud.

Jesse looks at Hardcase’s bunk, which sits right beneath his, but his brother is not in it. “Has anyone seen Hardcase?”

“Not since lights out,” Echo answers while stretching his arms.

“I haven’t seen him either,” Tup yawns.

“Got me,” Kix shrugs.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fives catches the blanket on Hardcase’s bunk move. “Did anyone else see that?”

“See what?” Dogma asks while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Fives stares at the blanket and watches it move again. He points his finger at the lump in the center. “That!”

“What do you think it is?” Jesse asks as he moves to stand next to Fives.

“I don’t know,” Fives tilts his head to the side as he thinks.

“Only one way to find out,” Echo says as he grabs the corner of the blanket and rips it off, revealing what is underneath.

“It’s a… frog?” Kix raises an eyebrow at Fives.

“Don’t look at me!” Fives puts up his hands in defense. “I didn’t put it there.”

“Guys, it’s me,” a voice says.

The group of clones whip around looking for the source of the voice.

“That sounds like Hardcase,” Jesse says. “But I don’t see him.”

“Down here,” the voice says.

Tup crouches down on the ground and looks under the bunk, but there’s no one there.

“Too far,” the voice says. “On the bunk.”

Tup slowly peeks up from his crouched position and looks at the frog sitting on the bunk. They stare at each other for a moment.

“Hey,” the frog says.

“Ah!” Tup startles and crashes backwards into the adjacent bunk. “That frog just talked!”

Dogma rolls his eyes. “Frogs don’t talk.”

“I'm telling you that frog talked,” Tup argues.

Jesse snorts. “Tup, I think you’ve lost a few marbles.”

“You're the one who’s lost his marbles,” the frog says as it jumps from the bunk onto Jesse’s arm.

“Ah!” Jesse jerks and flings the frog off his arm.

“Catch it!” Tup yells.

Kix catches the frog in his hands and examines it curiously. It looks like a regular bullfrog to him. Mottled olive-green mucus-covered skin, a dull-yellow belly, raised eyes, short little forelegs, and long-webbed hind legs. The only strange thing about this bullfrog is the blue lines going down the left side of its body. He’s never seen a bullfrog with blue stripes before, but then again, he doesn’t claim to be an expert in frog species. Kix brings the frog closer to his face to look at the lines.

“Hi Kix,” the frog says.

Kix startles and opens his hands, dropping the talking frog onto the floor of the barracks.

“Hey!” the frog says. “Watch it!”

Fives kneels down in front of the frog. “Hardcase?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” Hardcase sighs.

“You’re a frog!” Fives exclaims as he picks him up.

“I noticed,” Hardcase says.

“How is that even possible?” Echo questions in bewilderment.

“I don’t know,” Hardcase says. “I just woke up like this. I had a heck of a time trying to find my way out of that blanket though. Thanks.”

“Kix?” Dogma looks at the shocked medic for an explanation.

“Don’t ask me,” Kix raises his hands. “There’s nothing in the medical texts about clones turning into frogs.”

Jesse looks at the frog, that is Hardcase, and narrows his eyes. “What did you do?”

“What do you mean, ‘what did I do’?” Hardcase retorts as he jumps from Fives’ hands to Jesse’s.

Jesse cups his hands together to catch Hardcase. “Kix is right, clones don’t just turn into frogs,” he says. "What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Hardcase shouts. “I just woke up like this. I’m as lost as you are!”

Kix gets curious and looks around Hardcase’s bunk area. He rifles through his duffle bag and grabs the empty bottle. He takes a deep breath, straightens up, and crosses his arms. “You drank it.”

“Oh, yeah,” Hardcase chuckles nervously. “I forgot about that.”

Kix grabs Hardcase out of Jesse’s hands, encircling his fingers around Hardcase’s stomach as his long hind legs dangle down freely. He brings Hardcase’s little frog face close to his. “You idiot!"

“How was I supposed to know this would happen?” Hardcase argues as he squirms to escape Kix’s grasp.

Kix closes his eyes and rubs his forehead with his free hand. “If you would've waited one rotation, I could have done an analysis!”

“Oops,” Hardcase says.

“Oops?” Kix scowls. “That’s all you have to say for yourself, oops? You’re a kriffing frog!”

Hardcase tries to roll his eyes, then spits out his tongue and whacks Kix’s nose to shut him up.

Kix scrunches his face in disgust, pulls Hardcase away, and places him back in Jesse’s hands.

“He’s your problem now,” Kix says as he wipes the slime off of his nose.

“Me?” Jesse protests as he looks between Hardcase and Kix. “What am I supposed to do with him?”

“I don’t know,” Kix says. “Figure it out.”

“Can someone please explain to me what is going on?” Dogma asks in confusion. “I’m so lost.”

“Hardcase drank some weird liquid and it turned him into a frog,” Fives recounts.

Dogma takes a moment to digest Fives’ words. “You’re joking, right?”

“Wait!” Tup interjects. “I’ve heard about this before.”

Everyone turns to look at Tup. “You have?” the group asks in unison.

“Yes!” Tup says. “I read it in a holo-book once.”

“Since when do you read?” Dogma asks with a raised eyebrow. “I’ve never seen you read before.”

Tup shoots Dogma an unamused look. “I did when I was a cadet.”

“So, what did the holo-book say?” Jesse eagerly asks.

Tup thinks for a moment. “There were a couple different stories. I can’t remember if this is the one where he’ll turn into a pumpkin at midnight or fall asleep and never wake up. Either way he needs a true love’s kiss to turn him back into a human.”

Silence fills the room.

“Jesse?” Hardcase asks while looking up at him.

“Yes,” Jesse answers while looking down at him.

“I don’t like squash,” Hardcase says.

Jesse sighs. “Then we’ll hope for the ‘sleep and never wake up’ one.”

Hardcase turns to face Tup. “So, if I get a girl to kiss me, I’ll turn back into a man?”

“According to the stories,” Tup explains. “Except it can’t be any random kiss. It has to be a true love’s kiss.”

“What’s the difference?” Hardcase asks.

Tup knits his eyebrows. “Not really sure to be honest.”

“Amateurs,” Fives says. “True love is when you love someone more than anyone else.”

“Oh,” Hardcase says. “I still don’t get it.”

Fives sighs. “You need to get a girl to fall in love with you.”

“In three days!” Tup interjects.

Fives nods his head. “Yes, in three day– Wait, what?”

“I think,” Tup says. “That might have been the seafoam story.”

“Can we focus on the frog story please?” Jesse says with exasperation.

“Does it really matter?” Hardcase asks. 

“Yes, it matters!” Jesse exclaims. “We don’t need you dying on us!”

The room goes silent at the words that everyone is thinking, but no one wants to say. As funny as the situation is, they really have no idea what will happen to him and it has them all worried. They're finally free men, but that freedom won’t mean much if one of them is missing from it. They can’t replace Hardcase and they don’t want to think about enjoying their new lives without him. Regardless of how dumb his action was, they all need to work together to try and save him.

“I think we should tell Rex,” Echo says. “Maybe he can–”

“Maybe he can do what?” Dogma interjects. “Look it up in a reg manual?”

Echo huffs. “I’m just trying to be helpful.”

“And we appreciate it,” Kix places a hand on Echo’s shoulder. “I agree with him. The next course of action is to tell Rex and then work together to turn him back to normal.”

As Kix finishes his sentence, Rex enters the barracks. The group of clones mumble amongst themselves on how they’ll break the news to their captain that one of his men is no longer a man, but a frog. It sounds like a joke, and maybe it is, but this is their reality at the moment and lying is not an option. They think about hiding Hardcase and telling Rex at a later time, but they can’t come up with a good excuse as to why he isn’t in the barracks and where he is.

“Morning,” Rex happily greets the clones with a smile.

Jesse hides Hardcase behind his back.

“Morning, captain,” Kix says.

Rex chuckles. “It’s just Rex now.”

“Oh, right,” Kix rubs his neck in embarrassment. “That’s gonna be an adjustment.”

“Are you boys ready to check out your new home?” Rex asks with excitement.

The room stays silent.

Rex furrows his brows. “Don’t everyone jump up at once…”

The room is still silent.

Rex puts his hands on his hips. “Alright, spit it out. What’s going on?”

“We have a slight problem,” Fives says.

Rex sighs. “What did you do this time?”

“It wasn’t Fives,” Echo answers quickly.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” Rex mumbles under his breath. “Then what is it?”

Jesse brings his hands around from his back to show Rex the frog.

Rex is confused. “Okay… It’s a frog. I don’t get it.”

“Hi Rex,” Hardcase says.

Rex jumps. “Kriffing stars! Did that thing just talk?”

“That thing,” Kix begins, “is Hardcase.”

“What?!” Rex asks, his mouth hung open in shock.

The group of clones explain to Rex the events leading up to this point. Rex listens intently, but maintains a bewildered expression on his face. He’s not surprised at Hardcase’s actions, but he’s not once in his life ever heard of a man changing into a frog. He wonders if the green bottle of liquid was some kind of magic potion. Unfortunately, Jesse can’t remember which planet it came from, so researching it is out. Rex ends up agreeing with the only other option, true love’s kiss.

“First things first,” Rex starts. “Let’s get moved out of the barracks and into our new apartments. Then we can strategize a plan of attack.”

The group of clones nod in agreement and disperse to grab their belongings. Jesse puts Hardcase down on his bunk while he grabs his things.

“Oh, and Hardcase,” Rex squats down to look Hardcase in his little frog eyes. “Don’t get squashed in the meantime.”

“Yes, sir,” Hardcase sighs.

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Darkness on Umbara Chp.3 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 2. Chapter 4.

Marching on

cw: Rex x Reader, Reader is a medic, incorrect military procedure, graphic descriptions of injuries, blood, swearing, death and battle, Spoilers for the Umbara Arc, Pong Krell is an asshole, reader insert, Reader gets yelled at, reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), if i miss a tag LMK

Minors DNI, even if theres no smut

“Quicken that pace battalion, this isn't some training course on Kamino!” 

If you had to hear one more fucking command from Krell, you may just inject him with all the painkillers in your pack.

It’s been almost 4 hours of his self-importance. You were patient, but by all the gods in existence you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

Fives scoffed next to you, “The uh…new General has a way with words.” His tone was directed at Rex, who had wanted you at the front of the march with him. 

His reasoning for such a formation? ‘Keep an eye on the supplies’. In reality? ‘to protect you.’

The clone captain looked to the ARC trooper, “He's just trying to keep us on schedule.”

“By raising everyone’s ire?” You leaned forward slightly to look over at your lover. You didn’t mean to give him any grief, but it was a good question. Just what was Krell hoping to achieve by annoying everyone?

“Either way he's in charge, and we got a job to do.” Rex responded taking your question in stride, “Treat him with respect and we'll all get along fine.”

You sighed, “As long as that respect is mutual.”

“You know we don’t always get that luxury.” The captain looked at you. You could practically feel his disapproving gaze through his visor.

You backed down, not wanting to stress him out any more than he already was, “I know…I know…just…” With another sigh, you gave him a soft smile, “Just want to keep you and everyone else safe.”

“Especially me?” Fives chimed in, a smirk clear in his voice. 

You snorted, “Yes Fives, especially you.”

Rex let out a soft laugh, “That’s enough chatter. We need to focus.” 

“Speaking of.” The ARC trooper nudged the captain and pointed upward, “Do you see that?”

In the distance, two glowing…beasts were flying directly towards your battalion. They had impressive speed as they descended quickly. Their bodies were triangular, with bioluminescent under bellies and spiked tails.

“Yea, ready your weapons!” Rex commanded, pulling his pistols. The other troopers followed his lead. The barrage of blaster fire began as soon as one of them swooped, yanking an ARF trooper, Jock, from his AT-RT. It turned sharply and let go, slamming the clone downward into the ground.

You heard the crack through the blasters.

The second dove and grabbed a trooper behind you. He cried out in pain and fear as it flew upward again, taking him from the ground. The shots continued and you got up from the speeder to tend to the down ARF trooper. 

You didn’t make it far, as the first glowing beast made a second swoop aiming for you. Jesse, to his credit, did a wonderful job of protecting you by tackling you to the ground for the second time in a rotation, “Oh no you don’t!” He growled, aiming his gun upward and firing. 

The bioluminescent creature dodged every shot and made another turn, lifting upward to make another pass. 

“Thanks, second time you saved me.” You nodded to him, getting up and rushing to Jock. His leg was broken, fibula stabbing through broken plastoid. Immediately you administered painkillers. This poor man was probably in agony.

Krell had quickly disposed of the second. The Jedi had leapt upward and ripped the beast's claws open, dropping the other trooper. His size and weight worked to the advantage as the animal couldn’t lift. 

The two of them hit the ground where the besalisk stabbed both his lightsabers through its torso. It died with a high pitched screech before Krell sliced the last one as it tried to swoop, bringing it down as well. 

Rex and Fives kept their guns pointed at the beast, but the new General shouted, “anyone else want to stop and play with the animals!?” He punctuated his point by driving his foot down on the creature's body. It jerked before going still, “Didn’t think so. Now keep moving!”

You huffed, turning back to the soldier, “I got you.” Your voice was kind and soft, “I’m not going anywhere, OK?”

He nodded, gloved hands trembling and gripping his thigh. Even with the painkillers, you knew he must’ve been feeling like absolute hell. 

“Jesse,” You looked up at the senior trooper, “Can you get the speeder please?” The soldier needed surgery, but you couldn’t do it here. Not in the open. 

He saluted and quickly stepped away. 

“How bad?” Kix asked, pulling off his pack and kneeling next to you. He remained calm, despite the earlier excitement, “Damn, Jock. Don’t worry. We got you.”

“We are moving!” Krell shouted somewhere behind you. 

“Give us a few minutes!” you snapped, not looking up as you worked. “Help me stabilize the leg, I can't fix it here.”

“We have bacta and medication to deal with any infections later.” the medic beside you nodded, “Get a splint in place.”

“North, take his AT-RT,” You heard Fives’ command the ARF trooper you treated earlier. As soon as the ARC troopers words were spoken, North had gotten up from the stretcher as Jesse approached with the speeder. While you would have preferred him to rest, that currently wasn’t an option. Thankfully, he was at least conscious enough to operate a vehicle. 

Plus, leaving behind a perfectly functional and even devastating weapon in the hands of the enemy was a very bad idea.

Jock was trembling. Pain and shock from staring at his broken leg most likely. Even hardened soldiers would panic at the sight of one of their bones stabbing outside of their body, “Hey Jock, don’t worry. We got you, ok?” You shifted slightly, lowering your face so he’d pay attention to you and not his wound.

“Troopers!” 

“Can you not fucking see-!” a heavy hand yanked you back and to your feet. You stumbled, but kept upright. 

Krell was glaring at you, a fire of wrath in his eyes,���I told you, we. are. Moving! Do not ignore a direct order!” 

Now it was your turn to be enraged, “Respectfully, General, my priority is to the wellbeing of this army. It is my duty as a field doctor to help them when they’re injured. Surely as a jedi you understand the importance of duty.” You kept your eyes on him, refusing to look away. 

Arguing with your General normally wasn’t an option. However, in your training it was emphasized that your rank as a medic held special privileges, such as ignoring orders that may inhibit you from caring for the wounded.

But something told you that the Jedi in front of you didn’t really care.

You didn’t see how Hardcase held Rexs’ arm, doing his best to keep the captain from making a grave mistake. He was normally able to think clearly and not let his emotions dictate his decisions. Unless it came to you. The one he loved so dearly.

The new General huffed and straightened his back, “You have 60 seconds to get him stabilized and loaded on to the stretcher,” He clasped his arms behind him again and began to walk to the front, he turned his head back at you, “Next time, I will not stand for such insubordination, because it is my duty to lead these troops so the Republic can take the capital of this planet.” 

You swallowed and saluted, turning back to Jock. With the help of Kix and Jesse, the injured trooper was situated on the stretcher. You gave him another dose of painkillers and let him drift off to sleep. 

“You can tell the General we had 20 seconds to spare.” You grumbled to Fives, getting back on your speeder. Within minutes a formation was established again. Your pace was with the men, staying behind Rex, Fives and Krell. 

“Are you ok?” Kix asked as he walked next to you. 

“Yes.” You rubbed your face in your hand, ignoring the small sting of the blaster burn to your cheek. You still hadn’t dealt with it yet. 

Your medic friend patted your back in sympathy. He shared your frustrations. 

Anakin would never have pulled you away from tending to the injured. He would have knelt down and helped you, or had his lightsabers ready to protect you. His padawan would have done the same, perhaps even go after whoever injured the trooper to begin with. 

But Anakin wasn’t here. Neither was Ahsoka. Instead, you were stuck with Pong fucking Krell. 

About an hour later Rex had slowed his pace to walk next to you, “Mesh’la.” He spoke softly, making sure no one else could hear, “You haven’t dealt with the cut on your cheek.” 

Oh. Right, you keep forgetting about it. 

“It’s alright.” You gave him a small smile, “the men are going to need all the bacta they can get. A tiny scratch like this doesn’t matter.” 

He remained silent for a moment before shaking his head, “Please be careful, the men need you.” His words hid the true meaning, from everyone except you. 

I need you. 

“I am, Captain.” You answered, “You just promise me you’ll stay alive to lead us.” 

Please don’t become one of the injured I have to treat. 

“I promise.” His hand twitched. He wanted so badly to cup your injured cheek and kiss it better. But not right now. Not around others. Not in such a hostile place.

“Captain Rex.” Your voice became quieter, “Ner kar’ta.” 

“Ner narser.” He whispered back before straightening up. Your lover became the captain again, needing to focus on the mission at hand. Still, to hide your relationship, he spoke slightly louder, letting others hear, “you can’t disobey orders again, understood?” 

You nodded, “yes, Captain. It won’t happen again,” Subtly, you gave him a smile. 

He returned to his position closer to Krell after that. However, occasionally he’d cast a quick glance back at you. 

After about an hour, you heard some whispered chatter behind you. Looking back, you noticed a trooper, Oz, leaning against Tup and limping. You gave him a look of confusion and slowed the speeder to get next to them.

“It's nothing to worry about, Doc.” Oz informed you, “Just…probably twisted my ankle when that beast dropped me.” It was a clear lie. From your perspective it looked more like something had fractured in his knee.

Your gaze drifted to Jock, soundly knocked out on the stretcher. Why are so many soldiers getting leg injuries? 

“Regardless, we can’t know the true extent unless I get a proper look.” your gaze drifted to Krell. The bastard would flip out if he knew you stopped again. Still, Oz needed to get off that leg, “Take the speeder.”

“Doc?”

“You’ve used one right? It's easy.” You slipped off of the vehicle and pushed it along before Oz or anyone could argue, “Take it, at least to rest the ankle.” 

He paused but Tup pulled him slightly, “Come on, doctor's orders.” 

Without much more fuss, the injured trooper did as you directed. He sat down and let out a small sigh of relief, “Thank you.” clearly he hid his pain behind soldier bravado.

You nodded, deciding to walk next to Tup for now. Your eyes went to North, making sure he seemed alert and aware. For now, the ARF trooper was recovering from his wounds well, getting some weight off your shoulders. Still, everyone needed a breather. It's been about five hours since they started marching and while clones had stellar endurance, they would need a break at some point.

You kept your eyes ahead, focusing on the backs of those in front of you. It was a few hours later when your thoughts were interrupted.

“Are you ok, Doc?” Tup asked you quietly. 

You couldn’t hide the irritation in your voice, “You are the second person to ask me that within the last few hours. Do I not look ok?” He seemed startled at your response and you honestly felt bad. Poor Tup was barely a shiny, so you sighed and nodded, “Just thinking, Tup. I'm alright.” 

Before he could respond, Hardcase draped his arm over your shoulder, “Hey Doc, I got a cut on my lip. Can you kiss it to make it better?”

You snorted, repressing your laugh. Sometimes the soldiers would flirt and joke, all in good fun. Hardcase was especially friendly, knowing went to chime in to lift the mood. Honestly, you appreciated it. 

Tup looked downright offended on your behalf, “Hardcase!” 

Jesse looked back from his position. Even under the helmet you knew he was looking confused. 

“Whatever happens next, I am not a part of it.” you responded with a shrug, looking ahead. 

“See? The doc doesn’t care, ease up.” Now the hyperactive trooper moved on to leaning against Tup. the two bickered quietly as you continued to walk. However, over time their voices died down.

It was around the 12th hour when you realized the silence was from exhaustion. Everyone, including you, was barely hanging on by a thread. The clone endurance you praised earlier had finally hit its limit.

“Kix,” You stepped up next to him, “Tell Captain Rex that we need a break.” your voice was a hushed whisper. You feared if Krell heard you make the request, he’d push the men even harder out of spite. 

The medic agreed with you and sped up his pace to speak to Rex. You, however, fell back next to the medical speeder and checked on the injured. Oz had been doing a good job at controlling the thing, though you could tell his leg was still bothering him. Jock was still out cold, you and Kix periodically checked to make sure he didn’t wake up in agony. North remained coherent and aware as well, he piloted the AT-RT as if he had never been injured, indicating the bacta you’d given him was working well. 

Your observations came to a halt as Krell’s voice pierced the air, “CT-7567 are you reading me?”

“Excuse me, sir?” Your secret lover sounded as confused as everyone was feeling. 

The jedi continued, “I ask you a question, CT-7567 do you understand the need to adhere to my strategy?” Blessedly, he stopped to continue to yell at Rex. Despite how you felt at your lover being targeted so viciously, at least the men had something of a breather. And Rex was a man, he could take an angry General. 

The clone captain shook his head, trying to reason, “Sir, the terrain is extremely hostile, despite the difficulty of the conditions the battalion is making good time. These men just need a little break.” It was a desperate attempt to get some kind of humanity out of the besalisk. 

The General practically snarled and continued his verbal assault, “Captain, do I need to remind you of this battalion’s strategic mission in conquering this planet?” He motioned over all the soldiers behind him, “Look back, see those platoons? Their mission is to take this city and take it swiftly, time and rest are luxuries the Republic cannot afford!” Krell didn’t give up just yet, leaning forward an inch away from the captain's face, “The other battalions are counting on our support, if we fail everyone fails. Do you understand this? Does everyone understand this?!” His yelling was now directed at everyone around him. His critical gaze roamed over the battalion practically challenging anyone to speak up.

When there was only silence, he scoffed and turned, continuing his steps, “Now move on!”

Rex’s shoulders slumped slightly, but quickly, he returned to his stiff and professional posture. With a glance back and a nod, the 501st began to march again.

You shared a look with Hardcase and continued. It was going to be another long few hours of exhausted silence before you stopped again.