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mwolf0epsilon · 7 months

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The Umbaran Pathogen - Day 16: Hospital

Summary: Loath as he was to admit it, Coric had to do just as Cani had suggested and leave the 212th to stall the infected long enough that they'd be able to escape the base. At least if they got to the medical facility and found a cure, the other battalion's efforts would not be in vain...

Warning: N/A

Here’s what Tup currently looks like!

Twitch belongs to @gaeasun Pitch and Tacet belong to @lost-on-kamino

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[In which the events on Umbara are worsened by an unknown pathogen taking hold of both the 501st and 212th. These series of drabbles will follow a non-linear timeline based on the AI-less Whumptober prompt list for 2023.]

THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3

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"SCATTER!!!"

All hell had broken loose the moment Tup had quite literally bashed down the doors to the medbay. His razor sharp pincers and startlingly bulky and powerful body, making short work of the doorway's integrity with terrifying ease.

All who stood who were uninfected by the parasitic menace, had been frozen stiff from shock at the brutal transformation the tear-drop tattooed clone had undergone. Only to be forced to act when the now beyond monstrous kih'vod roared at them.

Malicious intent more than a little clear.

Reacting on instinct alone, Coric had immediately called for the huddled up group of medics to separate. All four of them aarrowly avoiding getting violently crushed to death by the ferocious beast's sudden charge towards them.

Pitch, Sponge and Twitch luckily did as ordered, moving out of harm's way as quickly as physically possible. But it came with an unexpected consequence (although, to be fair, the medbay's size greatly contributed to the unfortunate outcome). All cots that were in Tup's path were completely ripped out from where they were bolted to the floor, and sent flying all about as the specialist collided with them.

Unable to stop himself due to his four clawed feet slipping on the tiles like a clumsy fawn skidding on ice.

The aggro'd patients that had been strapped to said cots managing to then free themselves from their now damaged restraints, and quickly get up onto unsteady feet. Adding even more problems to the huge one they already had at hand, since the partially transformed men were clearly readying themselves to aid their leader in this assault against the healthy troopers.

"Coric! It's you and the rest of your medical team he wants!" Canivete called out in warning, recalling Cody's promise of bodily harm. Aimed directly at the 501st's primary caregivers. "Get yourself and your team out of here, and get to that damn medical facility! We'll try to hold them off for as long as possible!"

"We can't just leave you to deal with this on your own!" Coric shook his head, looking towards the monstrous form of Tup that was back to charging at the medics. Trying to grab at them with his two large mantis-like pincers, kick with all four of his insectoid legs, or lash out at them with a long prehensile tail tipped with a sharp looking cerci.

None of which were options any of them wanted to experience.

"So you'd rather be ripped apart and then have your insides eaten, 'Dusk of the Undead' style?!" Cani cried out in disbelief as she ran to help her General pin down Commander Cody, who was now very much trying to fight off the Jedi's grip to join in on the full on brawl that had broken out. "Very smart choice! 11/10 stars, genius!!!"

SCREEEEAAAAH!!!!!!!!

The 501st's CMO screamed in fright as he just about managed to avoid getting rammed into a wall and turned to human paste by Tup. The latter staggering himself from the harsh collision, while the former ducked under his whipping tail before getting as far away from him as possible.

The Umbaran base's medbay was far too small for all the action going on within it. Sooner or later one of them would end up cornered and unable to get away in time, and then their tip-yip would definitely be cooked.

Loath as he was to admit it, Coric had to do just as Cani had suggested and leave the 212th to stall the infected long enough that they'd be able to escape the base. At least if they got to the medical facility and found a cure, the other battalion's efforts would not be in vain...

"Sponge, Twitch, Pitch! Move out!!!" The senior medic hollered for the rest of his medical team to retreat. Ducking yet again under Tup's lashing tail and knocking down one of the infected vode who had tried to sneak up on him to grapple him to the floor.

"But what about Kix?!" Twitch asked as he was pulled behind Pitch who was back to wielding improvised weapons, using one of the damaged cot legs as a makeshift baton to beat back Lich's relentless attacks. Earning himself quite a few scratches for his troubles before Pretty Boy intervened, headbutting his older batcher hard enough that even Sponge winced at the resulting crack that ended with both troopers on the floor looking dazed.

"We'll find a way to contact him! Go!" General Kenobi ordered as he let go of Cody, trusting Canivete to kept a hold of his second in command while the Jedi used the Force to keep Tup where he was, so as to allow the four medics an easier escape from the ongoing battle.

Reluctantly, they all bolted for the exit. Forcing themselves not to look back so as to not waste any of the precious seconds that they had been granted. The enraged roars and screeches of the infected ringing in their ears as they did so.

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Tacet liked to consider themselves a very pragmatic and practical sort. They saw a problem, they fixed it. Then they moved onto the next problem and fixed that too. So on and so forth. No dilly-dallying.

When comms had begun to act up, they and the rest of the 212th's top Slicers had done their very best to try to combat the issue. Something the 501st had also no doubt attempted, before they'd become overwhelmed with whatever had crippled their efforts so terribly.

That said, Tacet couldn't help but wonder why no one had discovered that the communications tower itself was the source of their signal problems. Because from the moment they set foot inside the building, they immediately figured out that someone had purposefully put a jammer inside the main console.

Now, it wasn't like the 501st were in any way incompetent or remotely gullible. Far from it, actually! But it just felt awfully strange that no one had even considered the possibility of sabotage, when nothing they did cleared up the signal issues they'd been having. Then again, after the incident with Sargeant Slick, perhaps suspicions of such treasonous acts just came more naturally to the 212th specifically...

As loathsome as it was to suspect their own siblings, it was not an impossibility. Negative sentiment towards the war and the Republic did occasionally crop up among the vode who'd suffered through the worst campaigns. Most never acted upon those thoughts, instead becoming more cynical and contrary. The ones who did, however, either deserted or resorted to this sort of tactic.

If just to feel like they'd at least made their point.

That said, all suspicions of dissent aside, Tacet did have their doubts that this was done by a jaded vod. Not when things had already been so out of hand for everyone involved. It didn't rule out sabotage completely, as the late Krell had a certain reputation that was hard for them to ignore (they'd heard about the Venator that had gone missing on his watch, as well as Beat's experiences with the two traumatized ARCs that General Koon had brought into the 104th on request of one of his natborn engineers). Unfortunately with the Besalisk dead, they didn't really think they'd ever find enough proof to point the finger...

So instead of any further speculating on their end, they decided to focus entirely on getting rid of the jammer and send the all clear to their superior officers. And no sooner did they do so, did they immediately receive an emergency call from their General.

And it seemed like things had only gotten worse in their absence.

But of course there was really no time to consider the whims of the universe when they had a job to do, so they simply listened to the Jedi, nodded quietly, and went on to pass the message to the intended party. Hopefully Captain Rex, ARC Fives and Medic Kix wouldn't be too busy to check their comms...

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Dogma's desperate screams and garbled words were still painfully loud, despite the trio of Rex, Kix and Fives having run out of the brig and into the lift to go inspect the commotion they had heard coming from the other side of the base.

On the long way down they had all gotten an emergency call from one of the 212th's men, Tacet, informing them to get out of the base and to get to the nearest medical facility ASAP, where the other four 501st medics were already headed to.

As it turned out, Dogma hadn't been lying. He wasn't the one in charge of the insectoid hierarchy he now belonged to. A brief shaky holo of what Tup had turned into making their stomachs plummet as they realized everyone was still very much in danger.

Especially now that they had pissed off the 'Queen' of the hive.

"If memory serves right, the nearest hospital is six clicks north." Fives brought up the map he and the rest of the recon squads had made on their intel gathering missions. "It's where most of the initial enemy patrols were spotted."

"And here we thought they were just germophobes..." Rex bitterly remarked as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "No wonder they all had hazmat gear incorporated in their armor...This whole planet's trying to kill anything in sight, even from the inside out..."

"I'll bet you they must have expected us all to get sick while we were out here..." Kix murmured to himself. "And then when they saw we were still advancing to the capitol despite being worse for wear, they started throwing everything our way..."

"Or, they saw some of the men were sick with this, and decided they'd rather go nuclear on our shebs than allow us anywhere where we could get medical treatment for this crap..." Fives offered.

"Both plausible theories." Rex conceded "But not what we should be focusing on. Right now we either reach that facility and find a way to put an end to whatever has done this to the men, or give the others enough time to do it themselves."

"And if neither group gets there in the end?" Kix reluctantly asked.

"...I haven't thought that far ahead, but none of what comes to mind is... Ideal for any of our long-term survival." The blond Captain said as he looked down at his boots, unable to meet their eyes.

He needn't explain himself.

If this nightmarish mess couldn't be fixed, then there was no way they could allow it to spread to the in-orbit venators or the Republic itself. A disease like this would wreck havoc all across the galaxy if left unchecked, and not a singular clone or Jedi would ever allow something so catastrophic to happen on their watch.

But that would have to be their final resort.

Right now they had one little tiny chance to make things right, so long as there really was a way to cure this horrific blight...

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sinfulsalutations · 10 months

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What do you think each of your favorite clones’ guilty pleasure is? SFW and NSFW? 🤣

𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕩 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕦𝕡 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙 + 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕗𝕖

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ʀᴇx, ᴛᴜᴘ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛᴇᴄʜ, ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇx

⋆ ★ ᴏʜ, ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇꜱ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ… ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ɪ’ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇx, ᴛᴜᴘ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛᴇᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ!

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Rex

SFW: Likes to be bathed or taken care of in the bath. While it doesn’t happen often, he loves it when you sit on his lap and scrub off the dirt on his skin, slowly massage soap onto his scalp and soothe him. Rex is not used to being taken care of or sitting back and just allowing things to happen without at least a little control, so it’s hard for him personally to come to terms with just how much he likes it, as well as even indulge himself too much when he gets the chance too.

NSFW: He wanted to record you two going at it to watch while he’s away for some time. You’d already sent him photos of yourself, domestic videos of you doing simple tasks, but none very vulgar. Now that he does have that recording, he watches it so damn much. One of his favorite ways to wind down after a hard day. Not that he’ll really admit it…

Tup

SFW: This boy LOVES self-care days. If he has the chance, he’ll beg to do one. Paint each other's nails, wear face masks, braid hair in intricate patterns, moisturize, he lives for it. It's just an excellent way of doing the little things to keep his spirits up, expressing his own self-worth, and showing how much you’re worth it. As well as just having some sweet bonding time with his cyare.

NSFW: Loves receiving a lot. He doesn't really ask for it necessarily, and don't get me wrong, making you buck into his face and gasp from all the pleasure he's giving you is still one of his favorite things to do. He just also really enjoys sitting back and watching the person he loves on their knees, doing their utmost to please him and make him feel good. Also, Maker have you perfected it. The moment he sees you slowly sink down he's already anticipating the filthy noises that will leave his mouth.

Crosshair

SFW: MASSIVE sweet tooth. It's his guilty pleasure for a few reasons. Firstly, well, it's unhealthy of course. They also don't get those kinds of pleasures or indulgences as a soldier. But if he gets a chance? He's gonna munch on some sour candy like a child on Halloween. It's a pretty interesting, delightful sight.

NSFW: Crosshair really, really likes it when you ride him. You rarely do it, mostly because he just can't give up that much control to you, albeit anyone, but on the rare occasions he allows it, Maker he comes so fast. You look so damn sexy on top of him, commanding his movements and taking pleasure for yourself equally without his say being a large contributor. For once, he's not in control, he's in your hands and so vulnerable and desperate... it rubs the strangest parts of his mind.

Tech

SFW: This feels a little obvious, but sleeping late. Tech knows it's bad for him, but he just gets so much work done! His brothers aren't up distracting or pestering him, he can be left to his own devices to stray from the task at hand and deviate to another interest of his own volition, it's great! ...Yeah, you have to drag him to bed all the time.

NSFW: 👏Tie👏him👏up! Tech's hands are the most dexterous part of him and give him so much control over things- including you. And if you tie him up and render him subject to whatever you want to do, he becomes a whimpering mess. He'll suddenly be begging for any salvation, bucking his hips up and attempting to grind against you `cause you're just that damn sexy to him.

Wolffe

SFW: Obsessed with holo dramas. Once you caught him screaming at the holo because apparently, the leading lady had made an unwise decision between the two men she was in a love triangle with, and when you asked him about it he immediately denied it. You didn't catch him watching it after that but saw him discreetly trying to find times when he thought you were asleep or working. So then you pretended that you showed interest in the drama to make him feel less bad about watching it. So now you always catch up on the latest episodes when he returns from a dispatch.

NSFW: Enjoys it when you make sorts of animalistic noises in bed. He hasn't expressed it directly, but you're beginning to catch on. He likes to sprinkle on some extra praise if you yelp or howl like a hurt puppy dog, give him those sickly eyes and whimper. And he always comes a little too hard, even letting a few growls rupturing in his stomach out to bless your ears. So in conclusion Wolffe is a furry

a/n: definitely gonna do more of these with other characters, this was really fun! if you guys have any other characters you'd like to see with these headcanons, let me know :) ~ @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @thebahdbitch @secondaryrealm

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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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Hello, love~ I'm back for request #3!

This time, it's for my beloved baby boy Tup, with a garnet, and during the summer. But can you make it on the playful side? Playfully affectionate?

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Under The Summer Sun

Summary: A hot day under the summer sun reminds you of just how much you love your Tu

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 586

Prompts: Garnet - Protective love, with added playful affection

Warnings: None (aside from a really bad joke, lol)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Baby Boy Tup gets a happily ever after because I say so. Nothing bad has ever happened to him. Ever. Tragically, Google doesn't like my bad joke and kept trying to fix it.

“You’re going to burn into a crisp, and then what will I do?” Tup asks, laughter in his voice as he drops on the towel next to you, dripping cool water from the lake onto your overheated skin.

“Find a new girlfriend?” You reply sleepily as you stretch out on the towel, and then turn your head to peer at the man sitting next to you, “Or, just put up with having a girlfried, instead.”

Tup chokes out a laugh, “You’ve been spending way too much time with Fives and Echo if you think that was funny.”

“Mm, you still laughed though.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grabs a towel and tosses it over his head, to dry his dripping hair, “Are you sure you don’t want to go swimming with me? It’s fun~”

“Tup,” You say with a laugh, “Bikini’s are not made for swimming. They’re made for looking amazing in.”

He hums thoughtfully, and you can feel his heavy gaze dragging down your body, “Well, it’s working.”

“You’d say that if I was wearing a trash bag.”

“You’d make the trash bag look amazing,” He agrees with a grin.

“You’re ridiculous,” You say with an answering grin as you sit up. You reach out and tuck some of the wet hair sticking to his cheek behind his ear, “Are you having fun?”

He catches your hand and presses a feather light kiss to your knuckles, “Yeah. I am. Thank you for bringing me on your vacation.”

“Mm, thank Rex for allowing it.”

“Oh, I already have to bring him a souvenir.” Tup says dryly, “It’s payment for allowing me to come.”

“Oh? I can see you’re right on that.”

“I’ll bring him some sand. It’ll be fine.”

A giggle falls from your lips, “Tup,”

“Anyway! You need more sunblock or you’re going to burn and you won’t want me touching you.” Tup announces with a dramatic pout, “And, naturally, I need to put it on you.”

“Is that right?”

“To make sure you don’t miss any spots,” he adds seriously, though there’s a grin playing on his lips.

“Oh, naturally.” You reach into your bag and press a bottle of sunblock into his hands, “I’m sure you’ll be very thorough.”

“Uh-huh. So thorough.” He squirts some of the lotion into his hands, and then rubs his hands together, before he scoots closer to you and brings his hands to your face, “Eyes closed, cyare. As much as I love your pretty eyes, I would hate to get sunblock in them.”

Obediently you close your eyes and melt into his touch as he gently starts rubbing the lotion on your face, “You’re so much better at this then my mom.”

He laughs softly, “That right?”

“Mm. It always hurt when mom was rubbing the lotion in.”

His fingers glide over the shell of your ears, “Well, the last thing I want to do is hurt you while trying to protect you from the sun.” Tup pulls his hands away from your face, and you open your eyes to look at him.

“You would never.” You murmur at him.

His hand comes back up to cup your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re one to talk.” You tease, and you’re rewarded with his cheeks darkening slightly, “But thank you. When I’m with you I feel beautiful.”

“Good.” He leans in and brushes his lips against yours, “I love you, so much.”

You sigh and kiss him properly, sliding into his arms, to better hold him, “I love you too.”

#star wars #tcw #vodika vibes 500 followers celebration #clone trooper tup x reader #tup x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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thejediscrolls · 1 year

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Bets

Captain Rex x reader

A bet was made throughout the 501st that their Jedi couldn’t take out the training droids without a lightsaber or the force

Fluff with a little extra fluff

“I think without their use of the force or their lightsabers, they would have a harder time fighting these tin cans.” Hardcase explained as he downed another shot.

“Our commander is more than capable.” Rex leaned back in his seat with a hard look.

“Of course you would say that.” Fives nudged his commander with a knowing look.

Rex glared at his brother, an all telling sign for him to shut up. No one else knew about the relationship between himself and their Jedi. Except for Fives because of the times he stumbled upon them outside of 79’s in the alley way. Now sworn to secrecy Five still likes to make jokes here and there.

“I think our commander would kick ass!” Jesse defended.

“We should make a bet.” Tup suggested as he leaned his elbows onto the table, “Whose in?”

I watched from a few steps away, the loud atmosphere was enough to hide my presence. It was another win for the republic and everyone was here to celebrate. I watched my boys take credits out and place them on the table.

“So… Care to explain what is going on here?” I asked with a chuckle as I finally made my presence known.

“Commander!” Jesse looked surprised, “We were just… Uh?”

I watched as Rex rolled his eyes and took a swig of his drink, “You boys started this, might as well tell her.”

It amused me how much he took on the older brother role, but it warmed my heart all the same. I could feel him relax under the light pressure of my touch as I waited for one of the boys to answer.

My gaze briefly trailed across the side of Rex’s face. Almost two weeks has passed since I was able to be this close to him. I couldn’t help the slide of my palm against the shoulder plate of his uniform. I knew it wasn’t truly him. Getting to touch him like that would have to wait until we were alone, but his uniform was apart of him and he wore it proudly.

“It’s nothing!” Hardcase mutter as he scratched the back of his neck.

“The boys are making a bet… Again.” Rex answered for them.

“Hm… Now I’m intrigued.” I hummed and took my seat next to Rex, “What is this bet about?”

“Well commander, half of us think that you wouldn’t be able to last as long as us on the battlefield without your Jedi powers and lightsaber while the other half believes that you can.” Kix explained while nudges and subtle laughter was shared between my squad.

“I’m the other half commander!” Jesse smiled proudly as he rose his hand in the air and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.

“Thank you Jess.” I smiled gratefully at my friend.

“Kiss up.” Hawk rolled his eyes and the group fell into a fit of laughter.

“Hm… How would this work?” I paced my hand on my chin in mock debate, “Well I don’t have any missions scheduled any time soon so would your training simulators suffice to settle this bet of yours?”

“You would really do it?” Fives asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

I nodded, “Like Jesse, I believe I have pretty decent chance without my Jedi abilities so why not?”

79’s atmosphere was loud, clones taking a break from the war to have a good time. I could hear my squad clearly as they hollered in excitement at my answer. They soon fell into another humorous debate over who was the strongest team member and I had to stop myself from snorting at their displays of masculinity. What warmed my heart the most was being surrounded by my boys as well as the other troopers who survived our recent battle against the separatists.

Thankfully, no more attention was directed to me as the 501st immersed themselves in their celebration. I haven’t been able to see him since we parted ways after the meeting with Ashoka, Anakin, and Obiwan. A sudden burst of relief flowed through me as I once again thanked the force that Rex was alive, still here with me.

I glanced down to the space that Rex left for me, his left arm resting across the back of the booth, allowing me to fit in beside him if I chose to. I smiled softly and took my seat. I could feel his warmth through his armor and it felt like home against my body.

He felt like home…

I leaned into him to gain his attention, “And you, captain?” I tilted my head and waited for Rex to answer.

He glanced at me, “You know my answer commander.” He replied with a knowing smirk that I returned fully.

I turned my head and the two of us fell into a comfortable silence as we watched our family. Echo was currently trying to beat Hardcase in an arm wrestle while Tub was trying to explain how to smooth talk a girl to Jesse while Fox just shook his head at Tub’s so called ‘wisdom’.

It was when I felt Rex’s free hand against my thigh that the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I placed my right hand on top of his, rubbing my thumb against his worn knuckles. He leaned down to my ear.

I felt his hot breath against my skin as he whispered, “Are you ready to go home?” He asked I knew he was clearly referring to his place.

It was just a little apartment given to me by the republic, but it had meant every to me and now to him. A place to call his own… Our own.

I nodded, clearly not trusting myself to answer with his thumb rubbing circles on my thigh. I knew that no one in the entire galaxy could make me feel this much love towards anyone the way I did for him. And I had a feeling it was the same for him.

This was going to be a long night…

“Rex?” I whispered his name as I slid my palm across his to hold his hand.

We lied in the comfort of the silk sheets. I bought them during my few days off a couple weeks ago. The moon outside casted a dim light over our covered forms.

Movement underneath my hand brought a smile to my face from the very man that threw all meanings of no attachment out the window. If any of my fellow Jedi would know about what we share… I’d be kicked out of the order and would never be able to fight by Rex’s side again. A dark feeling consumed me at the thought of not being able to protect him. I quickly pushed it away deciding to focus on the now, which included my self being awake while he slept peacefully.

An urge to wake him crept through me. That consuming feeling of missing him even if he was right beside me took over the Jedi urge to subdue my feelings.

“Are you awake?” I whispered into the quiet space only filled with sounds of speeders and ships flying not to far from our window.

“Mm… I am now.” He muttered slowly. His voice was deeper than normal from the sudden use of it after hours of peaceful quiet.

He cleared it to speak more clearly, “What is it cyare?” I could feel him sit up slightly to surround his area and I knew he had his free hand placed on the blaster secured to the side of the bed.

“I missed you.” I said sheepishly suddenly feeling a little guilty for worrying him.

He chuckled lowly, the raspiness in his voice sending my heart clench as he relaxed back into the bed, “I’m right here mesh’la.”

I rolled on top of him, “You know what I mean. I haven’t seen you in weeks and I just...”

“You saw me during a holo call.” He teased and I couldn’t help, but cherish this side of him.

Usually he was very strict only light banter when he was on duty, but here… Just alone with me, he let his relaxed self show.

I slapped his chest lightly, “You know what I mean.”

He lifted his head then to place a light kiss on my lips. I never knew a kiss could make me melt away into utter bliss until I met him, but then again this was Rex. The man could make running a hundred laps in the blistering sun feel good.

“I missed you too.” He spoke softly making my heart beat a hundred times faster.

A blush rose to my cheeks as I nuzzled my nose into his neck, sinking happily into his warmth.

The next words he spoke had me grinning. He didn’t say, will you be nervous? or you can always say no. He said…

“Are you ready to prove my brothers wrong?” He asked.

“I am.” I grinned.

“Good.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, “Do you want to bake some cookies?”

“Rex.” I laughed looking over to our holoclock, “It’s three am.”

I felt his shoulders move, showing me that he shrugged, “You’re the one who woke me up and we didn’t exactly eat dinner earlier. I’m hungry.”

I rolled over him and off the bed, never letting go of his hand,

When the day of the test came, the entire 501st showed up as well as any clone troopers not being drafted that day. The ramps above the training field were filled with cheers and yells as I got through each droid.

“The general is going to make it!” I heard Hardcase distance voice yell.

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I slowed my breathing. The training droids lied on the ground around me, each with a bullet embedded somewhere on their metal bodies.

“Whoo!” Jesse yelled from where he stood on the platform, “See boys! I told you she could do it! Pay up Kix!” I watched his hand shoot out towards the medic of the group.

I gave the 501st a thumbs up as I fell on my ass in exhaustion. Almost an hour and I finally… Finally! Managed to take out these droids.

“I see you’ve put our famous Jedi to work.” Anakin commended as he stood onto the platform looking down at me with a smirk, “I could’ve done it in half the time.”

“Be my guest sky guy.” I motioned for him to take my place.

His glare was as quick as his attitude, “Did Ahsoka tell you to call me that?” He crossed his arms, looking at his padawan, “Ahsoka.”

“I would never.” Ashoka smirked stepped up beside her master, “Besides, my master likes his lightsaber too much.” She teased as she stepped onto the platform, “I, on the other hand would love to give it a try.”

“Glad to see my old padawan is always up for a challenge.” Windu smiled.

“Master!” I quickly stood up and hoped up on the ramp to greet him.

“You did well.” He nodded approvingly.

“Thank you, master.” I returned his nod with one of my own, “I owe my skills to you.”

“You’ve earned your skills from hard work and focus.” He patted my shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Rex kept a respectable distance until Master Windu left to attend an important meeting. Sometimes I forget that we still have to be careful around anyone who wasn’t Anakin, Padme, Cody, Jesse and Ahsoka. Our circle was small, but we quite liked it this way.

My hand found his the moment I reached his side.

He lent down to speak quietly in my ear, “You did good cyare.”

“Did you have any doubt?” I smiled cheekily.

He chuckled leaning back, “Never.”

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sunshinesdaydream · 6 months

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Crashing into your ask box for the smut prompts! Could I humbly ask for " you're mine. you've always been mine." With Tup or any other 501st boy you're feeling this prompt for? I'd be happy with any of em 🤩

Thanks for the ask! I went with Tup, because we need more Tup. This is smut, but really fluffy too? I don't know, here it is!

Prompt: in blue for our boys in blue " you're mine. you've always been mine." Pairing: Tup x Female Reader WARNING: Not for Under 18! If you are old enough to read this, you have already been told to use protection. "marking", breast worship, P&V sex. I don't know guys, this is pretty vanilla. Word Count: 326 Credit for dividers @powdered-kneecaps & @freesia-writes

Decadent is what it was. His warm, soft skin against yours. His hand drifts gently up and down your side from rib cage to hip and back.

Upon returning from dinner out, Tup had led you to the bedroom. Gently removing your clothes and then his, he helps you to lay down on the soft bed. Tup stretches over you. With a sweet smile begins kissing you. He was taking his time, his hair falling in a curtain around your head. Effectively making your world nothing but him. The feel of his skin on yours, his mouth on yours, his hair tickling your cheeks.

“Cyare, so soft, so sweet” he murmurs against your skin as he lays soft kisses along your jaw and then slowly along your neck.

“Tup,” you sigh his name in response and weave your fingers into his hair nearest his scalp. Gently massaging his scalp, matching his energy.

“Mesh’la,” he hums, looking up at you and tracing a finger along one of your cheekbones. Then he returns to his path leading along your collarbone. Eventually he kisses his way down the center of your chest, then the valley between your breasts. Tup nuzzles into that space just breathing before beginning to lavish attention on your breasts.

He was being slow and meticulous about it, making you tighten your hands woven in his hair. Once he gets to the point where he is sucking marks into the soft skin, rolling your nipples between fingers, and flicking them with his tongue you wrap your legs around him.

“Tup,” you whine, tugging his hair.

“Ner Cyare,” he gasps as he makes his way, kissing up your chest and neck. Sloppy this time, more bitey. Leaving marks in his wake. Once at your lips again he kisses you with the intense possessiveness he has worked up to.

And as he presses into your dripping warmth he gasps into your ear, "you're mine. you've always been mine."

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 7 months

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(hi thank you for being understanding about my question and being cool with doing this!) can I ask for headcanons for somethin like movie night with the 501st? Gender neutral reader is fine

Of course babes. 🩷 We can do movie night any night with the 501st!

Warnings and Information: There’s nothing to do in the barracks tonight, and it’s been a long time since anyone’s seen a good movie. So, throw in like fifteen packets of popcorn in the microwave (one at a time, Hardcase) to get this popcorn poppin’, because the 501st + one good friend is having a movie night! (Once mostly everyone agrees on what to watch, of course…) Blankets, pillows, snacks, and cozy Clone cuddle-piles galore~ Who’s falling asleep first? 😴 2nd person POV with an undescribed reader who has a gender neutral nickname. Bullet point format. We’ll use a little Mando’a, as a treat. Fluff and good feelings all around. Everyone’s happy. Everyone’s safe. 💙

Word count: 1,652

The previews

There’s no paperwork to do, there’s no assignment they need to ship out for in the morning, and they’ve gone ahead and tidied up the bed racks for good measure. They could play some Sabbac to kill the time, but they’ve either lost or misplaced more than half the deck, and they don’t feel like the lights and thumping bass of the local drinking hole tonight. (It’s just not quite the same as 79’s…) Nobody really has the energy to do much of anything, but given their purpose and training as soldiers, they don’t often have nights like this where they simply do… nothing. Being idle leaves a gnawing feeling of discomfort for many in the 501st, so they’re trying to come up with a plan.

“Uh-oh. Hardcase has his thinking face on.” someone mumbles, growing slightly uneasy.

“I got it. I’m gonna call someone.” Hardcase declares, punching in one of his favorite contacts on the comlink. This makes the ARC troopers slightly nervous. “Not the Captain, I hope-” Fives chimes in warningly. “With any luck he’s just gone to the mess.”

Hardcase shakes his head, grinning broadly before he punches ENTER on the device. “Nah, I’m not calling the Captain right now, I’m callin’ Ember!”

You’re a favorite of the 501st. At least, that’s your theory.

And through one series of events after the other, you've become well acquainted with them and their antics.

Why else would you possibly need to be commed in the middle of a meal? “Don’t answer that.” Captain Rex advises you. You both barely started eating. It’s not an emergency tone. It can wait. But… maybe you should see who it is, first? “Umm… Hardcase is calling me.” you reply. That means one of two likely scenarios.

Boredom, or trouble.

Specifically future trouble.

(Or he’s in trouble.)

You’re at least going to see how urgently you need to scarf down your meal so the Captain has time to enjoy his for once in three blue moons. “Hello? What's going on Hardcase?”

“Hey little flame, you wanna do something tonight? We’re bored!”

“Define bored…” You’re gonna regret asking that, you’re sure. “And who’s “we” exactly, Hardcase? How many others are listening?” The jumbled cacophony of names and voices tells you it’s mostly Torrent Company, which you pretty much expected. “... hi Echo and Fives… hello Dogma … hey there Tup, I’m doing okay, thanks… yup, just trying to eat a little dinner, Kix…”

So why exactly did he call you, you ask Hardcase, exchanging wary glances with the cobalt captain. What's going on? "Do you know where we can find a lot of popcorn for a movie night? You and the Captain are invited too of course, little flame!"

Grab your snacks…

The bunkroom has been torn apart by the time you and Captain Rex make your way in from the mess hall, and it smells better than you imagined for military sleeping quarters. Lots of beds are missing mattresses, bedding, and pillows. Except for Dogma's. His is untouched, saved for a slight rumple in the sheets. "Boys, we're here! … Where'd all the stuff go?" You step further into the room, and find all the missing mattresses laid side-by-side on the floor near one end of the room, where everyone's either currently wrangling with the holo-projector, or taking down a few posters from the wall to clear the space that will serve as your "screen". Tup spots the pair of you first. "Oh, good. Captain and Ember are here!"

Hardcase is grateful that you found some popcorn for movie night, and that you could come join in for the fun. "There ya are, burc'ya! Just in time to start deciding on a movie!" He offers to get a jump on getting all the popcorn bags popped too, with the promise it's not going to be like last time. Trying to pop more than one bag resulted in a small fire, last time, evidently.

Jesse and Kix are scouring over the descent film selection together, sorting them by type or genre. Action. Horror. Family-oriented. There's- how'd this kids movie end up in here? Eh, no thanks on the war films, we see enough of that. "What about a comedy?" you suggest, rifling through the stack to see what your pickings are there. There's a couple you do and don't recognize, and some that are tied to fond memories from before the war. "This is a good one, I think most of you guys will like it. I used to watch this a lot whenever I needed a good laugh, or some cheering up."

Everyone agrees to give it a shot at least if that's what you recommend. In any case, it'll be difficult to get everyone to agree on one holo, and more than half of men squeezed around you on this giant raft of mattresses, blankets and pillows will probably fall asleep partway through it anyhow.

… and enjoy the show!

"C'mon Dogma, come join us!" you urge with a friendly smile, seeing him return to his neatly-made bunk. "There's plenty of room, I'm sure." Tup and Hardcase, slightly sprawled next to you on your left, would need to move a bit to make it happen. Echo and Fives are sitting nearest the projector, their shoulders brushing against one another with every little movement. Jesse has positioned himself nearest the Captain, who is also beside you on your right. "It's okay if you don't, either. Nobody's gonna force you." you add pointedly, just as you feel someone start to pull his legs under him to go drag his brother into the tangle of limbs and bedding. Maybe he's more comfortable on his bunk. Or perhaps he's not interested in a film right now.

The lights are dimmed, the snacks are passed around, and the film begins.

You only make it fifteen minutes into the film before there's a casualty: Kix, diligent man that he is to make sure all his brothers are taken care of, falls asleep behind you. "Psst! Kix, can you pass me the- oh nevermind. Ember, could you grab the candy under his arm before it melts?" You carefully wiggle it free and pass it up to Jesse before tucking a loose blanket kicking around over Kix. Generally, once Kix is out, he's out, so the group doesn't have to worry about waking him for a while.

Hardcase stays surprisingly still through most of the movie so long as he keeps his hands mostly occupied in some capacity, or has one of his brothers leaning on him in some way. He's a very tactile person, so it's no surprise that he's slowly migrating around the raft of mattresses as each of his brothers either allow Hardcase to fiddle around with stuff he finds in their pockets, or just hold him close in a brotherly embrace for a bit if he's getting too disruptive. (He eventually settles down around the midpoint of the movie, and is one of the few who stays awake through the whole thing.)

Tup pays attention to most of the comedy film, occasionally conversing in whispers with Fives and Echo about their opinions on the jokes until Echo nods off for a bit, and the hushed conversation continues back up again when he wakes up before movie's end. It's Jesse who's not paying much attention to the film, but he's not too disruptive. Jesse almost makes it to the end of the movie before he falls asleep in the middle of scrolling through something on a datapad that's made its way into the nest of pillows and blankets and limbs, his head resting on Captain Rex's knee.

Dogma does eventually join everyone on the floor. You suspect he was starting to feel a little left out, or maybe he changed his mind about the offer you made earlier, growing bored of whatever he'd been reading on his datapad, or deciding he'd give the movie a try. He tentatively makes his way over, and asks if he can still sit by you. "Of course, Dogma. Here, I saved some popcorn for you!" You give him the rest of the bowl you'd set aside for him, unable to get up and give it to him yourself since you've got multiple people surrounding you. (You didn't want Dogma to miss out on the snacks just because he wasn't initially watching the movie with everyone.) "Thanks for saving me some, Ember." Captain Rex reaches behind you and gives Dogma a warm pat on the shoulder. "Glad you joined us, brother." There's an unspoken finally in his words, but he's just glad to see that Dogma didn't end up isolating himself for long.

You and Captain Rex, being firmly in the middle of the mattress pile, end up being the ones who become the human pillows of the group. It's nice to see all your friends having fun tonight, and be a part of enjoying a movie together. No stiff, uncomfortable armor; everyone's either in their fatigues or their blacks, and draped over and across their friends and brothers. Everyone is content and full of maybe a little too much popcorn and other snacks. You'll have a heck of a mess on your hands to clean up, either in the morning, or when everyone returns their respective mattresses to their bunks tonight, too.

Nights like this are how it should be. Everyone's happy and there are signs of trust everywhere you look. Brothers let their sleeping siblings rest on their shoulders, against their backs, their legs, or under their arms without complaint. There are sleepy smiles and shared blankets. Those who stayed awake until the end are now joking happily with one another and their Captain, and you too.

And for a moment, in this night that will become a cherished memory no matter which way this war winds up, everyone you care about is safe.

And what could be better than that?

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cloneloverrrrr · 5 months

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"I'll be gentle, baby. Don't worry." With Hardcase or Cody and fem reader please? If you have time. No rush, no worried.

Oooh thank you to whoever sent this in!

I’ve never wrote for him before but I tried my best , it though was fun to write about our goofy Hardcase 💁🏻‍♀️ but wow he is a total DOM😈😈 slightly a slow burner but I do hope you enjoy some Hardcase smut & it doesn’t disappoint 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Dividers by the best @idontgetanysleep

Using smut prompt 22 @thelonelyempath

I actually got the inspo for this fic from McFly’s song Party Girl - if your British then you know 🤣😉

𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗕𝗲 𝗚��𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

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𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 , 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟱𝟬𝟭𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2040

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗺𝘁, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲

Another night of bantha piss entertaining the usual scum of Coruscant. This thought plagued your mind daily how did the only daughter of a wealthy tycoon from Chandrila end up in this sort of establishment. Something you need not dwell on right now.

However they weren’t scum , far from it. The majority of your customers were people of great importance ranging from rich and famous, to senators the odd chancellor or two, a few natborns and of course your secret favourite few.

The boys from the 501st legion, you knew their names now, but that one special clone Hardcase he seemed to tug at your heart strings. The troopers had ventured in your work place quite frequently in the last few months , usually after a tough battle or looking for some fun during their shore leave before making their way to the famous 79’s.

Kriff tonight was exceptionally ghastly, several inebriated punters had tried their best to get your attention in a crude way, failing to realise you were not an escort.

Your blood was boiling, stinging tears gathered behind your pretty green eyes, the rage inside you seeping out from every pore on your body, you saw red. The mist clouding your vision, for your own piece of mind you took yourself off the back rooms.

You paid no heed as you bolted across the room to Captain Rex sauntering in, followed by his squad, Jesse, Kix, Dogma, Tup , Fives, Echo and Hardcase. Sweet, funny, wacky Hardcase. His eyes shone brighter than the rest. They seemed kind. If it was a different time in your life … in his maybe….

“Look there goes ya girl…” Fives chuckles throwing Hardcase a shit eating grin.

Hardcase only glared back, his feeble attempt to hide the growing blush spreading across his face.

“Troopers!” The wave of authority thick in Rex’s voice has all eyes on him.

“Take those seats by the stage and relax we all deserve a night off”

“Sir yes sir! “ is shouted in unison by the group.

You had hope that a quick shower and outfit change would rid your skin and mind from the incident earlier. Far from it. Still irritate you make your way back to the grand stage, the pounding bass of the music increases, the lights dim only the silver strobe effects remain.

You walk slowly out from the shadows like some Ethereal Goddess, until you reach the middle of the stage wearing a sheer glittery blue deep plunge halter neck thong body suit completely backless, the high sides of the flimsy fabric sitting perfectly on your ass. The spotlight licked against your curves, the clear 8” heels with the 4” platform elongating your slender legs.

Hoots and cheers filled the air pairing with the vibrating sounds from the speakers.

There he was sat between his Vod’s , his striking face tattoo makes it easier to tell him apart from the rest. His eyes completely transfixed on you, roaming hungrily up and down your semi naked body. Heat begins to pool in your lower stomach, the tingle in your cunt grows.

Grabbing the pole with elegance you begin stalking around it , keeping your gaze locked on his as you reach the front of the stage once more facing the sea of onlookers you begin dancing. Your eyes close focusing on your sultry moves. Your ass twerks in time with the fast paced wave of music, you feel credits fall at your feet, its a guilty thrill you enjoy.

With your back facing the crowd you run your hands through your hair cocking your head slightly you notice the dark glow of his eyes, the desire adamant on his face. You turn around and gracefully fall to your knees crawling over to the clones of the 501st you bite your bottom lip as that coil tightens inside of you. Many of the life forms watching you try in vein to touch you as you crawl past.

You beam an alluring smile to Hardcase before wrapping your legs around the cool metal of the pole, bending backwards you arch your back pushing your breast out.

Hardcase swallows hard watching you dry hump and grind your pussy against the pole, oh so wishing it was his own painfully hard throbbing cock. To him you were just perfect.

Your body moved tastefully with agility around the pole, the way you enticingly rolled your hips. Reaching up and behind your neck you untie the bodysuit letting the top half slip down revealing your naked breasts, nipples covered by small delicate tassels. Hardcases breath hitched in this throat and lump formed , almost like dry swallowing a large pill.

As the music ended you bowed to everyone as the cheers roared and you left the stage, the butterflies in your stomach grew. Making your way to your private dressing room you feel a tug at your wrist.

Your eyes widen with utter surprise as you see the handsome clone trooper stood before you.

“Hardcase..” you stutter trying to regain your composure.

“Hello mesh’la I wasn’t err sure you remembered my name” His voice low

His hand grazed the nape of his neck awkwardly glancing at his tapping feet.

His gloved hands began to fidget and he seemed to dance on the spot, this made you giggle.

“Somewhere you need be?” An eyebrow raised as you step closer to him, even in your heels he towers over you.

“Eh well erm where are you going?” Again his eyes faced the floor.

“Care to join me for a drink trooper?” You purr.

A dippy carefree smile tugs the corners of his lips and expands as he takes your hand and follows you to the dressing room. A large pink plush couch sits cozily in the corner of the room in front is a small table with a bottle of bright green liquid and a couple of small glasses.

A sweet vanilla smell invades Hardcases nostrils as he gets comfortable against the soft fabric. Both of you share a few shots of the burning liquid, conversation flows effortlessly, your bodies gradually move closer and closer to each other, the lustful tension spikes.

The slick between your thighs building, something comes over you. A sudden brazen confidence you place your hand against his thigh. The dark look on his face says it all. A primal desire begins to control him.

Hardcase latches his hands onto your soft fleshy thighs and pulls you down on him. You straddle him, your hands flat against his chest plate. A soft whine falls from your lips as he thrusts his codpiece against your already gagging cunt. A rough drag of his gloved hand glides up your chest ripping the fabric from your body freeing your breasts.

Hardcase pushes up into you once more, his grip of your hips firm as he holds you down grinding and pushing against you.

You begin to rock your hips to ease that hot ache rising inside of you , he stifles a moan growing pleasure sizzling through every fibre of his body.

“Stand up take everything off mesh’la but I want you to keep those slutty heels on for me.”

His words strained dripping with desire.

You obediently comply you stand up removing the blue bodysuit that matches the blue painted across his armour. Eagerly you await his next command, your mouth watering watching him stripping down to his blacks. Your cunt twitches as he finally removes each item of clothing, his cock hot swollen standing to attention beads of pre cum leaking out his spongy tip.

Oh stars how you are desperate to taste him.

Hardcase rests back on the couch and begins fisting himself, slow pumps as his eyes hone in on your glistening sex, already dripping.

“Sit on my cock” demanding and possessive, ushering you over.

You stand above Hardcase, eyeing him with caution before you climb onto his lap. He hums his approval. The sting as he stretches open your tight cunt is electric,his size is frightening. But fuck it feels so good. Inch by inch you slide down his pulsating length dragging your nails across his scarred skin causing him to shudder. You feel his cock twitching in you.

“So good for me baby taking my cock” he whispers , one hand cups your cheek the other has tight hold on your ass cheek kneading the flesh greedily.

“Fuck oh Hardcase it hurts-“

Your breathy words cut off by the force of his large calloused hand grabbing the back of your hair severely , stretching your neck taught he licks up to your pulse point growling lowly. Your heartbeat quickens.

“I’ll be gentle baby. Don’t worry.” His tone lacks compassion , only pure prurience takes over him.

Your eyes widen and your lips part as pitiful whimpers fall from your lips.

Hardcase fucks up into you at a brutal pace, his hand stays in place clutching onto your soft waves , the other curling into your skin littering the area with controlling red marks. He moans low and gutted as your broken screams echo in the small room. Your cunt is pulsing with need , your breasts bounce as he mercilessly destroys you. His cock continuously hits off your cervix creating a beautiful white hot molten feeling running like icy fingertips through your veins.

“Uh- ple- please” your begs are so anguished they fuel his relentless thrusts. The frantic desire almost too much.

The hand clutching at your hair trails down between your breasts to your stomach to your clit. His finger works expertly. Your body begins to shake, your breathing ragged, he relishes in watching you squirm.

Hardcase leans up placing hot open mouthed kisses over any part of your salty skin his mouth can reach.

“Fuck! - mmm please what mesh’la?” He teases, clearly enjoying this dominating game.

He grabs your chin forcing you to look at him, a sinister glaze clouds his face, he runs his tongue across his teeth , forcing a finger flat against your tongue until you gag.

His chuckles are dark.

“Do you want to cum baby?”

You nod rapidly, stuttering whines and moans accompany the slap of his skin as he fucks you, faster, harder,deeper.

You begin moving, rising up only only the head of his cock is inside you before slamming your hips back down sheathing him fully inside. You set a fast pace fucking yourself with an aching desperation. Wicked glee flows from you.

You slam your hips down, your head falls back, your nails claw into this thighs. You feel him close to his own release, the tremors of his body, friction of his pubic bone against your sensitive clit send you into a frenzied peak. Every single nerve in your body sings, your toes curl.

“Fuck Hardcase - oh fuck yes” he is your complete undoing.

Breathy moans , curses and pants crescendo, your cunt convulse and clench’s around his immense size. The warm splash of his seed coat your walls. His body shakes as you writhe on top of him. A rush of ecstasy prickles across your skin you chase the burning desire of your orgasm, milking his cock riding out your high.

You slump into him to catch your breath, he is loose limbed beneath you. The feeling of his warm cock softening inside of you being stuffed with his cum as it trickles out of your ruined cunt and onto his thighs is utterly delicious.

He sucks in a deep sigh.

“Your so fucking beautiful mesh’la”

He begins to kiss you, shy but powerful, his tongue begs for permission to explore your mouth, you gladly accept. His finger tips dance across the base of your spine, yours stroke his shaven head.

You smile into the kiss before breaking away, his amber eyes bore into yours, a tender moment interrupted by a loud knock at closed doors.

“You guys finished yet?” Fives is laughing outside.

You chuckle as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, you don’t need to see him to know Hardcase is seething right now. But for now you are content in his arms.

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dystopicjumpsuit · 11 months

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Fic Masterlist

Hello there.

Thanks for stopping by! This is my masterlist of Star Wars fics. I'll update it as I publish new works. Please note that most of my fics contain mature content and are intended for readers over 18. Enjoy, and feel free to drop a comment any time; I love connecting with fellow readers and writers. May the Force be with you!

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Longfics

Stars Beyond Number. (AO3 link, complete)

Soldiers. Heroes. Deserters. Traitors. They've been called many things. As the Galactic Empire rises from the ashes of the Republic, a small group of clone troopers and their allies will find a new identity: Rebels.

Echo, Rex, and Gregor are on a mission to save as many of their brothers as they can. The task is daunting, and their friends are few. But from these small and desperate beginnings will come a spark of resistance that will set the galaxy ablaze.

Cerra Kilian GAR Personnel Datafile

Martyrs and Kings. (AO3 link, complete) Star Wars meets light academia. A post-stasis Kix longfic. Clone medic Kix is a man displaced in time. Captured by Separatists and put into cryostasis when he learned the truth about the clones' inhibitor chips, he awakens fifty years after the end of the Clone Wars. The Republic is gone. The galaxy has changed. And now, the last clone trooper searches for answers with the help of a New Republic historian.

🍋 "Martyrs and Kings AND ZOMBIES!!!" 🍋 - a spooky, sexy one-shot sequel.

Jedi

Cal Kestis

Request: "Cuddles of consolation after a bad day" (GN)

501st Legion

Rex x Reader

🍋 "No Sleep Till Coruscant" 🍋

Request: "Soft looks while cuddling" (GN)

Jesse x Reader

Jesse First Kiss Ficlet (GN)

🍋 "In Which Jesse Gets What He Deserves" (AKA the cuddlefuck fic) 🍋

🍋"She's Such a Scream"🍋

Hardcase x Reader

"A Question of Seman-dicks" (GN)

"Hey, Sunshine 💙" (GN)

Dogma x Reader

Quote prompt ficlet (GN)

Tup x Reader

Tup fanart!

🍋 "Do It Again" 🍋

🍋 "Tup à Trois"🍋

The Bad Batch

Hunter x Reader

First kiss ficlet (GN)

🍋 "I Wish All Readers a Very Hunter Life Day"🍋

Crosshair x Reader

"I Know." (GN)

"The Plant Prowler of Pabu" (GN)

Tech x Reader

Request: "Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling/Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do" (GN)

Request: "Putting your ear against their heart" (GN)

Wrecker x Reader

Request: "Trying to crawl under their shirt" (GN)

212th Attack Battalion

Commander Cody x Reader

"Someday" (GN)

🍋"The Night Before Someday"🍋 (GN)

Boil x Reader

"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 1)" (GN)

"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 2)"

"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 3)"

🍋"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 4)🍋

Art: "Boil deserves to feel pretty" (mildly 🍋. Let's say 🍊)

🍋"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 5)"🍋

Waxer x Reader

"The Sixth Language (part 1)"

"The Sixth Language (part 2)"

"The Sixth Language (part 3)"

🍋 "The Sixth Language (part 4)" 🍋

"The Sixth Language (epilogue)"

104th Battalion - Wolfpack

Wolffe x Reader

"Sweet as Summer Rain"

🍋"Just a Little Bit More"🍋

Other Clones

Alpha-17 x Reader

🍋"Who's the Alpha Now?" 🍋 (GN)

🍋"Who's the Alpha Now? Part 2"🍋

Hound x Reader

🍋 “Watch and Learn, City Boy 🍋

T version | 🍋 E version 🍋

Neyo x Reader

🍋 "Everybody Hates Neyo." 🍋

🍋 "Everybody Hates Neyo Round 2: Matchmaking Boogaloo" 🍋 (reader got converted to OC)

Neyo first kiss ficlet (GN)

Mayday x Reader

Accidental first kiss ficlet (GN)

"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 1" (collaboration with @nika6q)

"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 2"

🍋"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 3" 🍋

🍋"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 4" 🍋

O'Niner x Reader

🍋 "Nine Lives for Sergeant O'Niner" 🍋 (cowritten with @anxiouspineapple99)

Sev (RC-1207) x Reader

"Are You Sure About This?" (GN)

🍋 “Turn It Up When You’re Gone.” 🍋 Part 1

🍋 “Turn It Up When You’re Gone.” 🍋 Part 2

🍋 “Turn It Up When You’re Gone.” 🍋 Part 3

Mandalorians

Jango Fett x Reader

"Promises and Pastry"

Fenn Rau x Reader

🍋 Fenn Rau Thots 🍋

"The Protector of Chopper Base" (GN)

Please don't put my work through AI programs or repost elsewhere. Also, if you’d like custom dividers, feel free to send a request via DM or Ask; I love designing these! But please don’t use mine without permission.

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mwolf0epsilon · 4 months

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The 501st Gang Meet their 105th Counterparts

A prequel to my last post

Rex, staring uneasily at the fully kitted captain Carno who is just silently staring at him: ...Uh, welcome aboard. I'm sure you'll feel right at home with the 501st and, should you need anything, we're more than willing to accomodate. Carno, continuing to stare menacingly before finally speaking up in a raspy and very hushed tone: I don't like your face. Rex: Wh-- Carno, shoving past him rudely: Stay out of my way, Blondie. I don't need some flashy Jedi's pet putting a spotlight on me. Rex, starting to think this might not be as easy as the briefing made it sound: Oh boy...

James, looking Jesse up and down while playing with his braid: So, is like, the tat supposed to be some kinda statement, or are you just really into licking boots? Jesse, pausing: I... Excuse me?! -staring at James wide-eyed- James: Oooh, it's a statement isn't it? Dang boy, they should slap you on a poster. Every battalion needs a show fathier, I guess! Jesse, glaring: I don't like you. James: Feeling's mutual. This ship ain't big enough for two token pretty boys. Jesse: No, no it isn't.

Hardcase, excitedly showing Clearcut around while talking like a ship running a click per second: Clearcut, allowing Hardcase to drag him around while sort of tuning him out and only picking up on vital pieces of information like emergency hallways, weapons storage and other such things: Hardcase: You don't talk much do ya? That's fine I'll talk for the both of us! Clearcut: By all means, carry on. Hardcase, happily carrying on: I can tell we're both gonna get along really well. Clearcut: I agree.

Kix, staring at Bon who's been shaking and on the verge of tears since arriving: Bon, staring back at Kix with very wet eyes while holding a fully stocked medkit in hand: I get to use this on anyone who comes in here? Kix, blinking: ... Yes. This is the medbay after all. Bon: And I'm allowed to treat them? I'm allowed? Kix, feeling a little uneasy: Yes...? Bon, openly crying now: This is the happiest day of my life... Kix, incredibly uncomfortable: Ah...

Echo & Fives, having a stare down with Wallflower & Nowt: Wallflower & Nowt, staring back at Fives and Echo with an impassive and a smug look respectively: Fives, opens up his mouth to say something: Nowt: Bitch. Wallflower, turning to slap his brother across the face: Captain said to put a sock in it. Nowt: The captain can suck it! If it wasn't for me he wouldn't know half the kark the others get up to when he's not looking! Wallflower: Karkin' snitch! Fives, closing his mouth and looking at Echo: Echo, nodding at Fives as both of them slowly back away from the now furiously arguing Jenga Twins:

Tup, sitting on the floor wrapped in a thin blanket because he was kicked out of his bunk and had his belongings taken: Can I at least have my brush back? Lobo, tossing him a pair of scissors instead: No amount of brushing will make that rat's nest look any less like osik. Tup, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the scissors and now standing up angrily: I'm gonna knock your teeth out. Lobo, equally angry: I'm gonna make you eat your own hair. Tup & Lobo launch themselves at each other and proceed to start a fight:

Dogma, a little overwhelmed as Caprichoso pulls him along while he's supposed to be the one giving him a tour of the ship: Caprichoso, wide-eyed and extremely excited about everything he's seen so far: Wow! You 501st lot have EVERYTHING! Good eats, tons of new gear up for grabs, full training room setup, clean showers, clean barracks, fully stocked medbay... Your Jedi spoil you so good! You must be the greatest troopers ever! Dogma: I... I wouldn't say they spoil us... That'd be a sign of unfair favoritism and would go against the no fraternization rules. And while the 501st certainly has a degree of great competency among many of the GAR's forces, those things you've listed are all requirements that were put forward to the Republic since the beginning of the army's first year of deployment. An ill-prepared and ill-equipment battalion wouldn't serve properly. Caprichoso: I know what you mean. But our general didn't see it that way. Thought we could push ourselves to be better without extra help... But eh! Who cares? The blighter is dead an' buried while we're here now! Gosh... You think your medic could give me a once over? Or or or, maybe we could hit the mess? Or uh! A shower yeah! I haven't had a shower in two weeks... My armour's getting more rank than I am ehehe! Get it? Dogma, moving slightly away from Caprichoso out of mild disgust: I, yes, a hot shower and a hot meal, then I can continue giving you the to-- Caprichoso: YOU GUYS GET HOT WATER?! I LOVE IT HERE ALREADY! -hugging Dogma tightly- We are gonna be such great friends! Dogma, eyes watering at the intense stench of B.O as well as the bone crushing hug of the rather clingy trooper: Stars have mercy...

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phantom-of-the-501st · 1 year

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Let's talk about the 501st

Sorry, this is going to be depressing again ;-;

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We all know that the story of the clones is heartbreaking but I want to talk specifically about the little "inner circle" of the 501st. There's the whole battalion, many of whom are unidentifiable and have identical armour, but then there's our little group of chaotic boys that we all know and love. And I want to talk about the evolution of that circle.

Obviously we have Rex, the leader. No matter who's there, he's the one that's looking after this little circle of chaos. He's the one that's there till the end, which means that he unfortunately gets to watch this depressing little story unfold.

Pretty early he picks up the Domino Twins. Along with Jesse and Kix, these two kind of create our little circle of regulars. These are the ones that are obviously very close to Rex and there's a great camaraderie between them. (Of course there's also our boy Cody but I'm keeping this strictly 501st). While we don't necessarily get to see them altogether, these are the ones that we really get to know as Rex's right hand men.

But unfortunately, this inner circle begins to break pretty early on. During the Citadel mission, Echo is lost and not only have we lost one half of the Domino Twins, but there's now a hole in the circle.

By the time we reach S4, there are some new additions: Tup, Hardcase, and Dogma. These guys become the younger brothers of the group, Tup and Hardcase becoming particularly close to now-Arc-Trooper Fives. And of course we have the wonderful trio of Fives, Hardcase and Jesse on Umbara.

The circle has grown and shifted from when we first saw it, but it's still there. The small group of regulars that we love to see.

But then it begins to really fall apart.

Hardcase sacrifices himself.

Dogma is arrested.

Tup dies as a result of his inhibitor chip malfunctioning.

And Fives is killed trying to tell the others about the truth.

Everything is falling apart.

We're losing the circle.

Then there's hope! Echo's alive. One of the first members of this ragtag group is back.

But he doesn't stay.

He's no longer who he once was. Those brothers (that circle) that he knew are gone. And he makes the difficult decision to join Clone Force 99.

By the end of S7, we've lost Kix too. Jesse and Rex are all that are left.

And then it happens. Order 66.

Rex has to bury Jesse. He has to bury the last of the inner circle aside from himself. He has to say goodbye to the ones that he relied on the most. His closest brothers.

We watched this group grow. We saw it change. Echo, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Hardcase, Dogma, Tup...

Now it's just Rex. The last man standing.

It's all gone.

They built a band of brothers.

And the war took it away.

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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This Masterlist is by far the longest, as it's dedicated to the boys from the 501st

Hey Pretty Girl - Arc Trooper Echo x Reader Arc Trooper Echo x Reader Arc Trooper Echo x Reader Breakfast for Two - Echo x Reader Wow. Just wow - ARC Trooper Echo x Reader (Request) Love Everlasting - ARC Trooper Echo x Reader Missed You - Echo x Reader For Want of Honey - Echo x Reader Speechless - A Gryffin Industries Story - Echo x F!Reader It's My Choice - Echo x F!Reader

Reunion - Arc Trooper Fives x Reader Happily Ever After - Arc Trooper Fives x Reader Soft Days - Arc Trooper Fives x Reader Awards - ARC Trooper Fives x Reader Warmth - ARC Trooper Fives x Reader Worth the Wait - ARC Trooper Fives x Reader (Request) Playful Mornings - ARC Trooper Fives x Reader (Request) Stressful Appointments - ARC Trooper Fives x Reader (request) Not Jealous - ARC Trooper Fives x Reader (request) Safe and Sound - ARC Trooper Fives x Reader (request) Bodyguard - ARC Trooper Fives x Reader (request) Winter Warmth - ARC Trooper FIves x Reader (request) Worth The Cost - ARC Trooper Fives x Reader Love Me Like Only You Can - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader (request)(smut) True Love - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader Tomorrow Will Be Better - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader Knew You Were Trouble - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader (Request)

Rex x Reader Captain Rex x Billionaire!Reader Hooky - Captain Rex x Reader A Fresh Start - Captain Rex x Reader (request) Enter the King - Pre-Captain Rex x Reader

Tup x Reader More than Friends - Tup x Reader Reassuring Kisses - Tup x Reader (request) Comfort Cocoon - Tup Reader (request) Time for Bed - Tup x Reader (request) Never Again - Tup x Reader (request) A Selkie's Love - Tup x Reader Better Together : A Gryffin Industries AU - Tup x Reader All My Heart - Tup x F!Reader (request) All Mine - Tup x F!Reader (smut) Confession - Tup x GN!Reader (request)

Dirty Dancing - ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader (spicy) Date Night - ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader Perfection - ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader (smut) Waiting For You - ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader Kiss It Better - ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader A Spirited Love - ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader (smut) Save A Dance For Me - ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader First - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader (Request)(Smut) Nimble Fingers - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader It's Just Us Here - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader (smut) You and Me: A Gryffin Industries Story - Jesse x GN!Reader

Reunion - Kix x Reader Welcome Home - Kix x Reader (smut) At The End - Kix x Reader The Physical - Kix x GN!Reader (request)(Smut) The Idol - Kix x Idol F!Reader (18+)

His Angel - Dogma x Reader In the Beholder’s Eye - Dogma x Reader (request) Pay Attention - Dogma x F!Reader (request)(Smut)

Comforting Presence - Hardcase x Reader (request) Down Under - Hardcase x F!Reader (request)(Smut) The Siren's Song - Siren!Hardcase x F!Reader

#vod'ika's masterlist pt 7 #I have a preference for the 501st apparently #Or maybe just everyone does #who knows

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corrieguards · 1 year

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How they show affection

Jesse, Tup, Harcase, Kix

Summary: some headcanons about how our boys would show you they love you.

C/W: none

A/N: I typed this out on a whim today and on mobile, so apologies for any typos. This is very much not proof read.

my masterlist

Jesse

Jesse wants to spoil you. He sees all the other civvie couples buying each other beautiful gifts and he wishes so badly that he could do that for you. You've told him multiple times that you don't mind, you're more than happy with just him. But he says you deserve it anyway.

And seeing as he doesn't actually earn any credits, he compromises by picking up little trinkets while he’s off-world. Flowers, pretty rocks… anything that he sees and thinks you’ll like.

The one he is most proud of is a dainty little bracelet he happened to stumble across on Ryloth. In a moment of luck he spotted it buried under the ash and rumble of what had once was a bustling Twi’lek city. It was dirty and scorched but still so striking that he plucked it up anyway.

Upon further examination that night, he realised that it was broken, metal clasp rusted through and jammed shut. But he was determined to gift it to you, so he spent the rest of his free time during that mission polishing it up and wrestling with it, eventually getting it up to a semi-functional state.

The next time he sees you he proudly presents it to you, relishing in the way your eyes shine with excitement. You adore it and haven't taken it off since mostly because you couldn't get the clasp to open again once you'd put it on, but don't tell Jesse that

Tup

Tup is a sweetheart, we all know that much. He loves you and wants to show you just how much, but he sometimes finds it difficult to express that to your face. When you'd asked why he'd replied that he can't think straight around you, you're too pretty and it messes with his head.

So to combat this, one of his go to ways of showing you his love is leaving little notes around for you to find. He can pour his heart into them without getting nervous or stuttering through it. And he'll leave them around randomly for you to find.

If he's going on a extra long mission and he knows he won't see you for a long time he leaves you longer and more detailed notes, which you affectionately refer to as your 'love letters'.

Harcase

He likes to be touching you at all times. His mind is always running, thinking about the next thing and he struggles to tame it sometimes. The feel of your skin on his grounds him and reminds him that you're here with him right now.

Be it a hand on the small of your back, your head resting on his shoulder, or one of his personal favorites, hugging your from behind while you're busy doing something else. Anything where he can feel your skin on his, he automatically loves.

His absolute favourite is when you let him pull you into his lap. Hardcase finds it difficult to stay put and sit still, so one of the ways he tries to suppress that is by pulling you onto his lap and just keep you there for as long as you'll let him. It's the only time he doesn't feel the urge to get up or start fidgeting.

The weight of you sitting on top of him is something he finds reassuring and calming. He especially likes it when you let him do it in public.

Kix

Maybe it's the medic in him, but Kix shows his love by caring for you and checking up on you as often as he can. Sending little messages to check if you've eaten today, if you've drank enough water, if you slept enough…

Some people might find this annoying, but you find it extremely endearing. It shows he cares and thinks about you even when you're not there.

When he is able to be with you properly, and without distractions, he will absolutely pamper you. He'll run you a bath, play with your hair, give you a massage… Anything to make you feel good.

Kix gives the absolute best massages. I mean c'mon, he's a medic. He knows exactly which spots to kneed and how to work them to get you groaning and melting into putty in his hands.

He just wants you to feel as comfortable as possible, and he'll do everything in his power to make sure of it. This man would bend over backwards just to make sure you are happy and well cared for.

#my headcanons #jesse #tup #hardcase #kix #tcw jesse #tcw tup #tcw hardcase #tcw kic #clone medic kix #tcw #clone headcanons

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0vvl404 · 16 days

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Sooo some sketches inspired by @vodika-vibes

Not really accurate illustrations, just was trying to catch the ✨vibe✨

(+ I was drawing by memory during the lecture

+ sorry for tea stains my heart broke when I've spilt it

+ I never manage to draw clones similarly)

Purple is to this pretty thing. Honestly it was the first time I heard about Hound so I have no idea how he looks but already love him like how can I not to fall in love with such a softie

Pink is for that absolutely gorgeous piece of love and acceptance hold a cocktail of my introvert tears I dont have words

Um and Tup??? Just Tup, should I have real reason to draw my faw boi, just to the conversation about hair pulling

#star wars #my art #art #star wars art #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #clone troopers #clone trooper tup

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sunshinesdaydream · 9 months

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The Power of Love Part One

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (She/They) AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: Both Hardcase and Reader have a hard time with romantic partners understanding them. Content Warning: Mention of sex Word Count: 2405

Link to Playlist I use for this AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

Notes: - I'm working on a couple of OC profiles for Isa and Greatheart. They kind of ended up with a backstory.

-Credit for dividers goes to @freesia-writes and the clone trooper helmets @lornaka

-Title image by me

“Hardcase!” She said sharply. “You aren’t even paying attention!” He had spaced out again. While on holocall with Kia. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized. “Have you been chewing your shirt strings again?” She huffed. He looked down at his sweatshirt, new civilian style stuff. But had been printed with a logo one of the guys from the battalion had made for them. It was probably his favorite piece of civi clothing, much to Kia's disgust. But, yeah, he had been chewing on the strings. Kix had explained why he did stuff like that, but he didn’t really remember the details. Not that it would matter to Kia. “What are you, 5?” She asked. Absentminded he answered, “13,” “What?” She hissed. “13 standard” he answered, his mind automatically going down the spiral of 'Because of accelerated growth, mid 20's because the injections that fixed the accelerated growth made that variable... or something?' “You know what I meant,” Kia huffed. He looked up at the projection and wondered what he was doing. Appeasing her so he could keep pretending to be the person she wanted him to be? Without consideration he said, “I'm done,” “We are not done talking!” she demanded. “Not what I meant, but yeah that too. I'm done with whatever this is,” He responded. She shrieked in protest. And he shut the call off. He made his way back to the bunkroom and threw himself into his bunk, retrieving his data pad and headphones. Before he could disappear into music and drawing Fives appeared. “And how is the ever lovely Kia today?” Fives asked, batting his eyes dramatically. “Pissed off,” Hardcase said, trying to go back to his datapad. Fives snatched it out of his hands. “Fives, not now,” Hardcase said. “Kriff off, not now,” Fives said, passing the datapad back to Echo, who handed it to Jesse. “What happened?” “I got tired of trying to be someone I'm not for someone I don't

really care about,” Hardcase huffed. “Can I please have my 'pad back?” “No way,” Jesse said, “we got tons more to talk about,” “Why were you doing it if you didn't care about her?” Fives demanded. Hardcase shrugged, “The thing to do, I guess. You guys are all happy with who you are with and I just thought it was because I kark things up,” “That's different, we didn't pick up someone following us around 79's,” Fives pointed out. Hardcase being in a rare bad mood answered, “Well, I never have trouble picking someone up. Figured that's why you went,” A general insulted shout went through the group. “I have NEVER had a problem with the ladies,” Fives insisted. “No, he's right,” Tup, perched on his bunk over Hardcase's, “You do come on a bit too strong Fives,” “You too!” Fives asked, clutching his chest as if stabbed, “I'm wounded, how dare!” “Five's questionable flirting prowess aside,” Echo said. “That does not account for the pretty boy up there,” he gestured back to Tup. Considering that, Hardcase had to agree. Tup, between the long hair, somehow exceptionally thick eyelashes and general sweetness could take his pick of any room home if he wanted. “If I promise to go to the matchmaking service, will you please give me my datapad back?” And that's how, two days after their return to Coruscant, he was being marched into Right to Love. He had hoped that when they got back that the others would be so involved with their partners that they would forget. Not a chance. Hardcase was pretty sure that their partners were in on it. Rex's definitely was. He figured that's why Rex had decided to come along too. It made sense when the others had gone with Rex. Rex, to be fair, was a disaster. Even then it had only been Echo, Fives, Jesse, and Kix that had gone. He, Tup, and Cody met them afterwards. Not only those four but now Rex and Tup were also happily following them over to the room set aside for the “moral support/friends profile” thing. He wasn't anxious, honestly he didn't expect anything to come of it. He was there to appease his brothers so that he could go back to base and go about his life.

But when he read the first question on the formwork, 'What are you looking for in a potential partner' he let himself imagine. He was pacing when the woman entered the room. “Oh, sorry,” he said immediately. “What for? I kept you waiting,” she smiled. “I’m Isa, it’s good to meet you. Your profile was interesting, that’s why it took some time.” Hardcase shifted on his feet, he was used to being called interesting. But it was usually in a more exasperated tone. “Ma’am?” He said. “I have a lot I want to ask you, you are truly interesting,” Isa said, “I’d offer to walk while we talk, but guess you don’t want everyone to overhear everything?” Hardcase thought of Echo and Fives trying to spy on Rex’s date. “Yeah, rather not,” he agreed, sitting down. As she sat across from him Isa said, ”if you need to stand and move around while we talk, I understand,” In answer to his confused expression she continued, “I have a friend, they also have the urge to move more often,” Hardcase wasn’t used to people outside of Kix or Rex that understood, most of his brothers just coped with it in whatever way. It made Dogma's anxiety worse. He nodded and Isa continued, ”Your answers were very unique in a way we don’t often see,” ‘Oh, so back to being weird’ Hardcase thought. He was beginning to see it’s what the nat borns saw as defective. Not that he wasn’t defective, he definitely was. He had just accepted that difference long ago and embraced it. It hadn’t gotten him decommissioned , so why worry? “I think you are misinterpreting what I’m saying,” Isa said. “You are very creative, and actually very much know what you want. If half our clients gave us as rich of answers as you gave us our jobs would be much easier” “I didn’t think I did, I kind of rambled,” he answered. “No, it was all very useful,” she answered. “Useful enough that I have someone in mind. I just want to ask some questions first,”

Half an hour later he was walking into the lobby, the others were sitting around waiting for him “Are we going to go? I’m starving!” He said, when he joined the others. They went to a plaza that had several food speedertrucks parked around. They went to one that was selling nerfdogs. Finding out that there were spicy options, Fives and Jesse get into their usual “who can handle the heat” competition and order as hot as they can get. The others got typical nerfdogs and toppings. Echo tried to appeal to Kix to pull his medic status to stop them. “I'm the medic,not their keeper. They want to be stupid, let them!” Kix said, while Rex ignored the whole situation. “So, how'd it go?” Echo asked, looking at Fives and Jesse in disgust as the two of them stared each other down taking the first bite. Hardcase said between bites, “they liked my profile,” “Of course they did!” Fives said, pretending his eyes weren't tearing up from the spice, “you’re one of us. Obviously you’re amazing even if you are a di'kut .” “Look who’s talking,” Rex muttered. Fives was too busy trying desperately to cover his reaction to the spicy food to be dramatically offended...this time. And Jesse was too busy trying to power through his to laugh like the others did. The others went their separate ways after lunch. Except Rex, who walked back with him.

“You aren’t waiting for a com,” Rex observed. “Why wouldn’t I?” Hardcase couldn’t tell if Rex knew or if he should be offended. “They already matched you, haven’t they?” Rex asked. “Yeah,” Hardcase answered, ”Echo find a way to bug the room?” Rex laughed, “He would, wouldn’t he? No, he’ll wait until you get your information. But as soon as you agreed to go I had a better slicer friend fix your accounts to where Echo is only going to see the default 'We're still working on your Match' message. You will, of course be able to see everything you need.” “Why?” Hardcase wondered why Rex would go through the trouble. “Because I wouldn’t mind the boys getting a bit of payback. And I know you are up for a prank, my credits are on whoever they picked for you will be too” Rex grinned. “Do you really think so?” Hardcase asked him. “They are really good at finding what a person needs. I'm fairly sure that you need someone to have fun with. If they knew who to match you with right away, I think it's a good sign,” Rex answered.

“Absolutely not” you said, leaning back in the chair. “I told you to take my profile out of the system because it was karking up your stats” “It was two matches, and the results of both gave us feedback with which to optimize our questions” Isa responded. “And you were being dramatic, like you are now,” “Great, just great,” you grumble. “I guess this means you already told him I’d meet him,” “Of course!” Isa exclaimed, “you two need each other,” You sigh and sip on your drink, popping a flavor bubble in your mouth. You had become friends with Isa on the medical frigate even before Greatheart had arrived there. Now she was close enough to consider family. “If you want I can call someone else and have them compare the profiles,” Isa offered. “You don’t have to do that,” you sigh. “It’s hardly your fault that some of these guys don’t really want what they think they want. ” “We have a better set of questions we ask in the interview stage,” Isa insisted. “Still, I’ll send it out to the others for review and get feedback.” You pick up the data pad she had slid over to you awhile ago and opened the file. “Hardcase… you are joking with me, making up a guy?” You shake your head. “I get it, fine. I’ll go with whoever you set me up with,” “Good, because this is him,”Isa said. “Why do you guys not do pictures of them?” You ask, exasperated. “Because,” Isa gestured, “you have to be around them all the time to be able to tell the difference outside of hair and tattoos the way we do” “Well, you know your stripped down profiles tell us nothing.” You point out. “You are being obstinate,” Isa said. “Fine. he’s still active military, in a battalion that rotates from assisting in the efforts of making sections of the undercity safe and recovery efforts off planet,” “Still in because he doesn’t do anything else?” You ask, scrolling down but you see an extensive list of hobbies and interests. “No, if I had to guess it has more to do with his brothers. It’s a particularly close knit group. I’ve done matches for a few of them,” she told you, “all successful by the way. They always have one or two of the others with them when they come in. This time there were five, plus their CO,” “We already said I’m the problem child,” you point out. “Highly

visible tattoos?” “Yes, but honestly they are gorgeous,” Isa said. “Really? Should Greatheart be jealous?” You ask. “Jealous of what?” The man in question walked into the room. “Hello, Love,” he gave Isa a quick kiss. Then looked at you and said, ”Heard you brought me caf, sis” You gesture to the cup on the desk next to the tea you brought Isa. “This guy with the ‘gorgeous’ tattoos,” you say. “The guy from this morning?” He asks. Isa nodded and Greatheart pulled the other seat in the room up to Isa’s desk. “Isn’t it your break, wouldn’t you rather do something other than meddle in my love life,” you ask. “Nope, sis, you are priority,” he said, sipping at the caf. “Does have some nice tats, evidently designed them himself. Talked to his CO for awhile, I think Isa’s right,” “You two have already been talking about this?” “No, after he left I went to suggest it to Isa. Just seemed like,” he shrugged, ”I don’t know. I had a good feeling about it. But Isa had already set up the date for you two,” “Which club is it at anyways?” You ask. The dates Isa set you up at usually were at a club. They had been a couple of guys that said they were looking for someone fun and adventurous and that they liked a good laugh. Turns out fun was going to the clubs adventure was sex and good laughs were with his brothers. Basically they wanted a long term battalion bunny that could sit next to them, laugh at their jokes, and look pretty. Weird was not pretty, and honestly their idea ofsex wasn't terribly adventurous either. “Not a club,” Isa said, gesturing to the ‘pad. You sigh and scroll down. “Oh, we’re being upfront with the weird this time,” you say. “He seemed really interested, says he likes trying new things,” Isa said. “And i thought that might work out better if they saw you doing things you like outside the clubs. He was willing to meet there. He actually put anywhere on his list of preferred places,” “The rink isn’t on mine,” you point out. Isa shrugged, ”It will work out the best,” “‘Heart, what did his CO say?” You ask. “You can’t…” Isa began. “You have confidentially clauses with him,” you say. “He doesn't with the CO,,” Greatheart grinned, “well, if I didn’t know his CO by reputation I’m not sure I would have believed him. Guy was quiet, fidgeted a lot… but then most do here. But when he came out of his interview he was… well more like someone I’d see you with. And with what his CO said, he just makes sense.” “But what did he say?” you ask again. “Someone is excited,” Isa said. You roll your eyes and focus back on Greatheart, who says. “He had some really good stories about him. He seems like a lot of fun, and you might have trouble keeping up with him instead of the other way around,”

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A Little Closer (Captain Rex x GN Asexual Aromantic Reader)

Word Count: 2722

Warnings: minors DNI, frank discussions of sex but nothing more, some chaste kissing, reader is sex-repulsed aroace, angst in regards to Order 66 (I'm sorry okay! This was getting long and I didn't know how to also make it an Everyone Lives AU also)

A/N: I wrote these headcanons for clones with ace partners and basically now I want to write at least one fic for each clone with a partner who is somewhere on the aroace spectrum. (I’m taking requests if you have any.) Ultimately the relationship in this one is going to be a queerplatonic partnership with I love yous. There is some reverse comfort. No use of reader's pronouns.

I would be remiss if I didn't say thank you @starrrgazingbunny! Your reblog and comments on those headcanons helped shape the relationship in this story.

You sat near 79’s and wanted to cry. All you could think about were those many nights with the 501st boys, laughing, eating, dancing, and sharing stories. You didn’t jump on the dance floor immediately, but it was hard to be shy when Hardcase, Fives, and Jesse all shuffled you toward the center of the room. They had no shame in their dance moves and brought out more of your fun side. You smiled to yourself as you thought of all the times you talked and took their mind off the war. You remember the night someone had pulled the fire alarm and you were all kicked out. You invited the boys home to hang out for a little while. Rex chuckled watching Tup, Dogma, Kix, Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase all try to sit on your couch followed by Hardcase insisting there was room for everyone as long as you, Rex, and Echo sat on their laps. There was not, in fact, any more room and your poor sofa creaked beneath them. You just grinned and got some extra chairs out and moved the table so everyone could sit somewhere. No one seemed to mind it being a little crowded.

It was the same night that the boys were discussing their futures. Not so much about the war, but Hardcase had met a woman he loved and disappeared to her every day he could when they were on Coruscant. Jesse was in the process of getting to know someone and Dogma had a date lined up. They had never been prepared for social relationships outside of the GAR, nevermind romantic relationships. They quickly turned to you for advice, as a nat-born.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you said. “I’m aroace and will never have sex.” Each man tilted his head and knitted his eyebrows slightly, mulling over this statement. You took the time to explain the spectrum of sexual and romantic attraction and that, yes, you still liked people and platonic relationships. You even thought about having a committed relationship sometimes, but hadn’t found the right person for that. You carefully waded into the topic of lost loves and unspoken wishes when you knew a friend would only remain a friend. You told them you dreamed more about building a home and sharing a life with someone, but that didn’t have to include the things romantic movies seemed to covet.

“Are those things not important regardless of how you feel about sex, or even romance?” The question came from Rex, who up until now, had been practically silent. You looked into his eyes, and felt a spark of hope. It was quickly interrupted by a well-meaning Hardcase.

“Yeah, I love more than sex. I feel a connection when I’m with my girlfriend. She understands me. We spend time doing more than making out and getting naked.”

“Thank you for that information,” Tup said, rolling his eyes.

You smiled, getting his meaning. “I think that strong, long-lasting relationships are built on closeness and understanding. There are some people out there who have no interest in getting close to someone on an emotional level and only want the physical, sure. I think it’s pretty normal to figure out what you want and seek that out.”

“People tend to want to be understood and care for each other,” Rex added quietly. The men all nodded their heads and you couldn’t help but find a smile tugging on the corner of your mouth.

You didn’t tell the boys some things. Like how you were sometimes up front about being sex-repulsed because you knew it would weed out some people. It felt like a shield against future pain. You knew not everyone would understand and you didn’t want to waste your time, but that night you felt like they were doing their best to understand.

You now felt a pang thinking back to that night. All those men figuring themselves out in the way that nat-borns normally had years to do. They grew up too fast to fight a war, but they had the same basic needs and desires as anyone. Now that the Empire was in power, so much had changed. You didn’t know where they all were, but you missed each one of them. You especially missed Rex. That night had been one filled with hope for you. Hope that someone would understand what you wanted in a relationship and not demand you sacrifice your body and wishes for their own needs. Now you were really alone, trying to figure out how to function with so much changed.

Your old job with the GAR had been terminated and you were left to trade parts and barter your skills as a mechanic. It was in the process of trading parts that you met the Martez sisters. One night you found yourself on their platform, agreeing to help fix a ship for a friend of theirs while they were off on a job. You weren’t given a name or anything, just a description that included blonde hair and a more thorough description of the ship. They neglected to tell you that he was a clone. The ship landed and you stepped toward it as the door opened to reveal a familiar face.

“Rex?” You dropped the tool in your hand and tears came to your eyes. He was dressed more like a civilian, but that face was unmistakable.

His breath was nearly knocked out of him as he quickly covered the short space between you and pulled you into his arms.

“It’s so, so good to see you,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I wanted to find you. Find someone. After everything I couldn’t come back to the barracks. I couldn’t…” His voice was barely a whisper and he pulled you in for another hug.

As you worked on his ship, he helped, handing you tools and filling you in on what happened. You thought of Hardcase, Tup, and Fives gone. You mourned for them during the war. Now Jesse. Rex didn’t know what happened to Dogma or Kix, but at least Echo was okay. He sat, staring forward, and tears streamed down his face. You stopped your work and sat next to him, pulling him close while he cried into your shoulder.

As he quieted he apologized. “I’m so sorry. I think of them every day.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Rex. I miss them. I missed you. I never thought I’d see you again.”

That day changed your life. You did everything you could to help Rex and the network of clones. When more were rescued, you were ready with food and clean clothes. You fixed ships and saved credits. Eventually, you started going on missions that weren’t so much on the dangerous side as the practical side. Helping rescued clones start new lives in a handful of places that were as far away from the Empire as possible, expanding the network. You helped Rex find several places to lay low and a few escape routes through the galaxy. While you had offered to come on all the missions, he insisted he didn’t want you put in the way of more danger, but then one day, Rex and Gregor barely made it back. You and Wolffe were waiting after a supply run and were both practically tearing your hair out.

“What happened?!” You both shouted once the door to the shuttle opened. Gregor explained that there had been some mechanical trouble, lost comms, and they had to jump around that part of the galaxy for a while to find someone to assist.

“It was beyond our expertise,” Rex added.

You rolled your eyes. “If only you knew someone who was a mechanic,” you replied.

“It’s too dangerous,” Rex insisted.

“I chose this, Rex.” You looked between him, Wolffe, and Gregor. “Now I know Gregor and Wolffe have told me that they would appreciate the help, but you keep saying ‘no.’ Why? I’m with you. I want to do this!”

Gregor and Wolffe froze in place and silently looked between each other and Rex. Rex just rolled his eyes and sighed.

“I don’t want you getting hurt,” he admitted.

“Then help me with my blaster aim.”

He couldn’t help but grin at that. Joining the boys consistently changed a lot of things. You became better on your feet in sticky situations and since you weren’t a clone, you blended into certain scenarios much easier. It was an advantage. You also got to know the boys much better. Knowing someone you worked with and becoming friends that way was one thing. Living on a ship with them, sometimes for months at a time, was another. While you had become closer to all three of them, you started to feel something for Rex that couldn’t quite be put into words. It was some form of love, but you didn’t know what to make of it.

One evening Gregor and Wolffe turned in early so they could get some sleep before their watch. You stayed sitting by the campfire with Rex. You felt some discomfort from him, but waited as he formed his thoughts. Your heart dropped at the thought he might have noticed you acting a bit differently around him. Were you acting different? You couldn’t quite tell. You tried to play it cool, but that didn’t always work out. You were brought out of your thoughts when he cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How do I put this?” You waited until he continued. “Many rotations ago, a few cycles ago now, we were at your place with some of the boys talking about relationships and you said you don’t feel romantic love or want to be, umm, intimate. Is that still true?”

“Wha?” The partially-formed word left your lips before you could stop it. You weren’t expecting him to be so forward. “Yeah. Yeah I still feel that way.”

Rex continued. “But you do feel love. I mean, you show us all love in some form. And I was just wondering if you… if it’s okay that I love you.”

“If it’s okay that you love me? Of course it’s okay,” you answered, much to his relief.

“I just don’t know how to go about some of these things,” he said, “But I feel such love for you. Love unlike any I’ve known. I don’t know what to call it and in many ways I don’t care.”

“I do love you,” you told him. “I am happiest with you, even on the worst days when everything breaks down. I am most content with you. My footing is solid when you’re with me.”

Rex scooted a little closer to you. “How can I show you how I feel? What do we call this?”

You shrugged at the last part. “Let’s figure it out together. Maybe we could start with this.” You held out your hand to take his and he gladly intertwined his fingers with yours. He wanted to kiss you, but asked first. You didn’t want to say no, but simply said, “Give me time.” He nodded and instead rested his forehead on yours. That felt pretty perfect.

It took time to figure out what did and didn’t work for you. You always enjoyed the idea of cuddling and started there. You invited him into your bed, first for afternoon cuddles and then to sleep. You were both asleep almost instantly once you found a comfortable position in each other's arms. You started spending time snuggling against each other and one day while sitting in the cockpit he gently started to pull you onto his lap.

“This okay,” he asked.

You nodded and sat. You rested your forehead to his and put an arm around his shoulders, whispering “I love you.”

When your ship was barely worth anything for scarp, you sold it, and were surprised to find Rex already knew what ship you’d get next. It wasn’t new, but it was still in excellent condition. When you moved your belongings inside you found that there were only three bunks, but he then showed you how a fourth extended out from the wall, giving the two of you more room in bed together.

“I love this,” you said. “Is that the only reason you picked this ship?”

He grinned and scratched the back of his head. “Well, not the only reason. There’s also more storage space.”

You looked into his deep brown eyes. He had put so much thought into it just to make sure you were comfortable and not squished too badly between him and the wall. You realized that this was the nicest bed he’d probably ever slept in and your heart danced thinking about how you’d be the one sharing it with him.

When it came time to turn in, you found Wolffe and Gregor laying in the bed, hands behind their heads, looking up at you.

“What are you two doing?”

“Who says you and Rex get this bed,” Gregor playfully asked.

“Maybe we’d like to stretch out a bit sometimes,” Wolffe added.

“Well, finish your stretching and get going because I need to snuggle with my partner.”

They both looked at you with raised eyebrows. You hadn’t put a name to the relationship before, but your heart sang at the word. Partner. Rex was your partner and that made you very happy. When he came to bed, Rex found you laying under the covers reading a holonovel. The lights were low and he felt calm as he got in next to you.

“Partner, eh,” he asked with a soft smile. You nodded with a shy smile, not realizing he overheard.

“I like that,” he said. “Feels pretty perfect.”

He laid down and opened his arms up for you. You smiled as he pulled you. You buried your face in his neck and gave him a little squeeze.

“I love you, Rex.”

“I love you too.” You both fell asleep feeling at total peace.

Life would not always be easy. Certainly hiding from the Empire was hard enough, but then there was dealing with the psychological aftermath of the war. On the eve of Empire Day, you woke up to Rex shaking in his sleep. His mumbles got louder and you shook him, whispering his name to wake him. When he woke up, his eyes searched yours in a frenzy as tears streamed down his cheeks. He looked lost and utterly devastated. You knew he was dreaming about his chip activation. You don’t know what came over you, but you kissed his forehead and caressed his face, wiping his tears away. You’d never kissed before, but it was the best way you could express that everything was okay now, you were here with him, you loved him, and he didn’t have to be afraid. The emotions overwhelmed him and he sobbed for a little while as you cradled him in your arms.

“It’s okay now,” you said quietly. “You’re here with me and I’m not going anywhere.”

As he calmed down he looked into your eyes. “Can I kiss you too?”

“Yes,” you said. “I’m sorry I took so long to come around to it.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry for knowing what you need,” he replied.

“Maybe not on the lips,” you asked.

“I know. How about your beautiful cheeks?”

You nodded. Rex cupped your face and kissed each cheek. He nuzzled his nose against yours ever so gently. Your body felt a little stiff, taking in the new sensation, but it was wonderful and you soon melted into his arms again.

“I like that,” you admitted.

“So do I.”

The next morning you woke up before Rex and while usually you’d get up and ready for the day, you decided to stay in bed with him. As if he could sense you making this decision, he held you a little closer. You smiled to yourself. When you both eventually got up, you found Wolffe and Gregor around a fire, making a late breakfast. You joined them, you sat right next to Rex, arm against arm as you ate. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he instinctively put his head on yours. It was the best place in the galaxy and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Self care

Pairing: Tup x female reader

Summary: you and Tup have a self care day when he comes back from a mission

Warning: just cute fluff. Can be seen either as platonic or romantic

A/n: having a self care day with any of the clones would be amazing

You were puttering around in your room trying to clean up when your door slides open and Tup walks in. He lies down face first on your bed and you smiled as you folded up some clothes. "How was the mission? Successful I hope?" Tup mumbled something about the general and the mission going wrong as usual and you laughed a little. You walk over to Tup once your clothes are put away and lie down next to him in your small bed. Tup pulls you close and buries his face on your hair. How he's missed the scent of your fruity shampoo.

"Hey, I have an idea." You stand up and walk into your fresher to grab what you need. Once you find all the supplies you walk out and sit back down next to Tup. He looks over at what you have and looks at all of it with a curious look. "What is all of that stuff, mesh'la?" You throw your hair up in a ponytail and give him a smile. "You and I are going to have a self care day." Tup raises his eyebrows as he sits up. "What's a self care day?" You giggled as you moved behind the clone and fixed his bun. "You pretty much dedicate the day to yourself and can do anything you want. Go shopping, seeing a holo movie, eat at a restaurant, anything you want. In our case it's face masks, painting our nails, and if you're up to it braiding our hair. We can even put cucumbers on our eyes and relax with one of my soothing meditation tapes. It'll be like a little spa day."

Tup listened to you explain everything and by the time you had finished he liked the idea. "I like it. It sounds really fun, mesh'la." You clapped your hands and grabbed your supplies with everything needed for a manicure. You rummaged through your basket and found your nail file. You took one of Tup's hands and started on his nails. While you gave him a manicure Tup looked at all your nail polish and decided on a color. "Can you do that color. I want it to match my armor." You looked at the color he was holding up and smiled. "Of course. It's the perfect color." Tup puts the blue colored nail polish on top so that you could access it and let's you get back to work.

A few hours later the rest of torrent company were on the hunt for Tup to see if he wanted to join them at 79s and they had a hunch that he was with you so they made their way to your room. You two were inseperable and even though they made of fun of their brother for it they found it cute that Tup was spending time with someone that wasn't one of them.

"We should invite her too. Maybe she could get us drinks that aren't the free stuff." "Shut it Fives. last time she bought us drinks you ran her dry and she ended up having to work twice as hard to earn back all those credits." Fives rolled his eyes at Kix. "That was one time." "Just keep walking you di'kut." The group of men made it to your room and knocked. They heard a sigh and once you told them to come in your door slid open and they stepped inside.

"Tup, we wanted to.." "What the.." "Tup'ika?", Fives asked. "What are you doing?" Jesse, Hardcase, Dogma, Fives, Kix, and Echo stood there as all of them looked at the two of you. You and Tup were sitting on your bed with face masks, cucumber slices on your eyes, your hair braided, and your nails freshly painted in 501st blue with your calming music going, and you had somehow managed to sneak a difuser on board which sat on your nightstand and had that on as well with your room being filled by the smell of jasmine.

"What does it look like? We're relaxing." All of them look at the two of you with weird looks and you move one of the cucumber slices to look at them. "Did you need something boys?" Echo cleared his throat before speaking. "We just wanted to invite the two of you to 79s but I can see that you are currently occupied." You smiled at Echo. "Thank you but maybe later. Oh, and close your mouths. all of you look stupid. Have you never seen someone relax before?" The men close their mouths as they had nothing to say and they quickly make their way out of your room as they mutter goodbye to the two of you.

As soon as the door slides shut you lie back against the wall and put the cucumber slice back on your eye. "Dik'uts." "I'll say." Tup turns up the music and the two of you get back to your self care day.

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