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dragonrider9905 · 5 months

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It's Officially Christmas

Merry Christmas @toomanybandstocare!!!! I'm your secret santa for @ghostofskywalker's Life Day Exchange for the @cloneficgiftexchange! Ironically, it also works out for the @clonexreaderbingo because Cody was on my card as well as one you requested :D I really hope you like it. It wasn't quite how I wanted it, because I love love love expanding stories so they go one forever but I ran out of time. This is just a bit of fluff and happiness for the Christmas season!!! Hope you're having a good one!

Cody sighed with an exhale, rubbing circles on his forehead, just tracing the scar around his eye he had gotten during his active military duty. Highly decorated, Colonel “Commander” Cody of the Armed Forces was currently struggling to complete his college semester still holding onto his sanity intact. Christmas was close, which meant fun and freedom were just in sight.

And to be honest, he could use some. It had been quite some time since he’d felt either of those things.

Just the previous year, he’d been discharged early from the military due to family hardships. His adoptive father, Ninety-Nine, had fallen seriously ill which resulted in much limited mobility and flagging health, though he was stubbornly holding on. Ninety-Nine was tough in his own way and not easily knocked down and never let his disabilities limit him. He honestly was one of Cody’s biggest heroes for just that fact alone. No one was more inspiring than Ninety-Nine.

To top off the struggle, his half-brother, Fives, was killed in action, while his other half-brother, Echo, was seriously wounded. This had dampened (but not destroyed) Ninety-nine’s spirits which slowed his healing. Cody had come back to take care of the family broken by loss.

The family.

And what a family it was: a mix-matched group of boys and a sickly older man but they belonged together.

Ninety-nine had taken care of all the Fett boys in some way or another after they’d been abandoned by their father Jango. He’d been the one to find Plo Koon who fostered and eventually adopted Wolffe, Sinker and Boost—but he’d raised under his own roof a rowdy bunch which included himself, Rex, Fives, Echo, and the Quadruplets (Cody didn’t know if technically Se or Fett was more accurate for them) soon nicknamed ‘the bad batch’.

And it was these that Cody called family. Home. It wouldn’t be complete totally again, but they could heal — and he’d do whatever he could, nay, he wouldn’t rest, until they did.

More than anything Cody wanted to take care of Ninety-nine, especially in the beginning. And that he did, but because Cody was an overachiever—he’d signed up for college classes as well. Then he added a job on the side to match; a small part of him regretted it. It was getting to be a lot, but joining the military right out of high school wasn’t easy either, so if he could make it then, he could do this now, he reasoned.

That was a year ago now, and Ninety-Nine was finally on the mend.

This year would be special, since everyone—well almost everyone—was going to be home. The first year since they’d all left, that they’d be back.

They’d be back. Home, and together again.

Like they should be.

Echo was finally released from the hospital, healing from his extensive injuries and adjusting to his prothstetics, and the quadruplets’ tour was finally over. Though none of them were injured, it wasn’t without repercussions either.

“Hurry up, Cody, or we’ll be late!” a shout broke him from his musings. “And don’t forget the basket!”

The Fetts were on their way to a dance—a Christmas dance—hosted by their longtime family friends the Jetti’s, and there was going to be an auction for charity, sleigh rides, and everything, as they did every year. Ninety-Nine insisted on bringing something to join the auction every year and this was no exception. Even when they couldn’t make it to the dances, Ninety-Nine was giving something.

Cody wasn’t much of a dancer. He never cared to go to them much. But for some reason he was really looking forward to it this year. Perhaps because it was Christmas, and magic had a way of creeping into people’s ordinary lives, transforming into something beautiful and new.

And it was this Christmas hope that kindled something warm inside his heart, and excitement.

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The room was alive with flashes of color and the sound of music, laughing and cheering. The pitter pattering of feet was just as loud as the happiness of those in the room excitedly making known to each other through various conversations and well wishes. Quick steps made their own rhythm and stories which echoed off the dance floor.

It was at this moment you felt beautiful, standing under the Christmas lights and bathing in the general glee and spirit of the room. Your throat squeezed as if holding in a laugh and a smile pulled at your lips so much your mouth hurt, but in a good way. The Christmas magic worked its way through your veins. The tingling of invincible tinsel tickled your fingertips, an energy flowing through you which was contagious. Smiles you sent to others were easily returned and frowns turned upside down.

It was at this particular moment, the Fett family walked in.

The name wouldn’t have meant much to you in normal circumstances. Why would that name stick out among so many others who were there?

But you had a reason for knowing it, and his name was Cody.

You saw him leading his train of brothers in through the door, guiding the old man by the arm. He flashed his charming smile to the host and exchanged hands.

The music started up again and your sister grabbed your hand, dragging you into the ring or people forming a group dance with interchanging partners. You had to focus, otherwise you’d lose your step.

It was only two seconds, but in those two, the entire Fett family was dispersed throughout the room and you lost all track of where Cody had gone.

— — —

Moving lithley, you kept up with the music and the people twirling and leaping around you. The dance went in a circular motion and patterns were interchanged. You clapped and danced and laughed along with everyone else, pushing yourself to go faster and faster as the song was ending.

Twirling and twirling you finished with a bang.

You looked up and saw you were in Cody’s arms, who looked just as shocked as you did to see you there.

Then he froze there, mouth slightly agape. His eyes danced across your face and his slight panting may have been more than just catching his breath from the dance. He swallowed nervously.

“Um, hello.” He stuttered nervously.

“Hello yourself,” you smiled back reassuringly, “nice to run into you.”

Cody chuckled a little at that, then a silence fell between the two of you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare! It’s just...you look so beautiful underneath the holiday lights.”

You chuckled at his embarrassed realization. Cody turned pink and looked like he wanted to cave in on himself, which you had to say was really adorable and made you laugh harder. The thought of the brave warrior being startled into a stuttering school boy because of you.

The sound of your laughter filled the air with a contagious glint of mirth. Soon, Cody found himself laughing too.

The music started up again and people took their places all around the two of you.

“Would you, um, care to go again?” he asked, holding out his hand.

“Gladly!”

Not just one song but two that soon turned into three. When you were tired, you headed off to the corner to drink hot cocoa and watch the others. You were so caught up in talking to each other that you hadn’t realized that the time ran late into the night. It was near midnight when you sighed and looked at your watch.

“Well, I’ll see you around.” You finally said a little sadly. Just because Christmas was around the corner didn’t mean all the work was done. You had one more paper to write before you were free.

“I hope so!” He responded genuinely which just made you laugh again.

“Oh you definitely will. I sit two rows behind you and three seats to your left in class.”

Cody gawked.

You couldn’t have?! He’d surely have noticed you?!

“I even asked you for notes once. And, you also asked me for notes once too.”

His mind was racing, trying to think back to those times to verify the claims with his memory.

You chuckled lightly.

“I don’t expect you to remember though. You were always very preoccupied, with good reason. Your cousin, Waxer, told me the whole story.”

Big mouth Waxer. Could have counted on him to blab the whole story to everyone (though in this case Cody was grateful he did, not that he would admit that.)

“I have to say, I would have done anything for you. You had to just give me a chance.”

“Oh, you don’t have to be so drastic, darling,” he smirked, “I’m here now, and I’m all yours. After class tomorrow, would you want to go skating?”

"It's a date!"

Now, it was officially Christmas.

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karttaylir-darasuum · 2 months

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a resource page for all your clone related needs

some tips on how to unwhitewash the clones in your content: 1 2 3

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arctrooper69 · 8 months

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How Fascinating

Waking up next to Tech is like waking up on a cloud. It's like waking up in heaven.

@clonexreaderbingo "Your eyes are so beautiful"

I got the idea from this post by @ladyzirkonia

Warnings: No smut but there's a bit of suggestive fluff. 😘

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Gentle tendrils of sunrise drifted quietly through the cracks of the slated blinds, waking Tech from his slumber. He inhaled deeply, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He rolled over to his side and with nimble fingers, plucked his goggles from the bedside table, careful not to jostle the sleeping figure next to him. A smile crept through his lips as he lay back down, sinking into the warm mattress, bathed in golden sunlight. It had been a long, long time since he'd gotten anywhere close to feeling so well rested. So peaceful.

Tech propped himself up onto his elbow, overlooking his sleeping companion. She was so beautiful. So kind, and bathed in the golden glow of sunlight, Tech likened her to a star.

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The sensation of fingers lightly running up and down your arm pulled you from a deep sleep. An unbidden grin snuck it's way over your lips, giving away the fact that you were no longer asleep.

"How fascinating..." He whispered, fingers running through your hair.

"Hmm?" You turned to face him, opening your eyes. Tech chuckled as he brushed the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"I was simply admiring the way the sunlight frames your face. Even asleep you are beautiful. It's fascinating."

Pulling him close, you planted a kiss on his nose.

"You're just saying that because you want me to stay in bed with you."

”Well, yes..." he replied sheepishly.

You giggled and rolled your eyes.

"Tech you know I have to go to work soon."

His fingers traced across your collarbone.

"I know," he sighed. "But I did very much mean what I said." He took your hand. "You are truly beautiful."

You sighed, the blissful moment shattered by an unexpected flash of melancholy.

"Do you really think that?"

Tech blinked, unsure where the sudden change in tone had shifted.

He pressed his lips to your forehead.

"I do."

The fleeting offense floated back into the melancholic abyss from whence it came as you smiled warmly into the warmth of his neck. He smelt like grease and gunsmoke.

"Prove it."

You felt him raise an eyebrow and smirk against the skin below your collarbone where his lips lay on their path to smoothly kiss his way down your body. He turned his head towards you.

"I know that look. Do not try to tempt me with those beautiful eyes of yours, cyare. I thought you needed to get ready for work?"

"I can call in sick."

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staycalmandhugaclone · 7 months

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I Missed You, Too

This is almost entirely @drafthorsemath's fault. We were talking about Crosshair and got sad... so I needed write a little something and figured I'd kill two birds with one stone for the Clone x Reader Bingo prompt: Bed. (It's not spicy - I just wanted a tiny snip of fluff)

In my head, this is a Doc/Crosshair future scene, but it can be read as gender neutral and totally apart from the Doc Series.

Warnings: Crosshair being Crosshair, but he's really a softy. Snuggling in bed. Probably one of the least Warning-heavy things I've written

Words: 660

I knew he’d be there, sprawled out on my cot as if it were the most natural thing in the world, feigning pure ignorance to the way seeing him like that made my heart jump as wisps of glee sparked through my stomach. I knew he’d allude to some annoyance that I’d intruded while he was so near to sleep, all the while fighting the faintest hint of a smile as he reached for me, and I knew that he wouldn’t dare let himself actually begin to drift off until he held me firmly in his arms, but there will always be some profound disconnect in consciously anticipating these things, in imaging the façade of a scowl ruined by the love he couldn’t quite keep from those golden eyes, in remembering the feel of his hands and the warmth of his touch, the strength of his embrace surrounding me and the steady beat of his heart thudding softly against my cheek, with actually living through those breath-taking moments.

His arm already lay draped dramatically over his eyes as the door hissed open, flooding the room with an unforgiving light, and I couldn’t stifle the tiny chuckle that caught in my throat at his grumble.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show up.” Crosshair drawled with a careful boredom that I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at as I walked past him to set my supplies down on the counter to be dealt with later.

“Keep giving me that attitude and maybe I’ll find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” I retorted, but before I could take more than a few steps back toward the door, his arms latched about my waist, wrenching a bark of laughter from me as he hauled me toward him, something torn between a growl and a grunt rumbling from his chest.

“Alright, alright! Scoot over!” I yielded, joy singing through my voice. He refused to release me as he shifted slightly, guiding me down until I lay nestled atop his chest, body thrilling in the want fueling his hold, in the flutter of his breath through my hair as he lightly touched his lips to my brow.

“I missed you, too.” I whispered, and it was so nearly teasing were it not for the depth of some unspoken promise veiled within those words. I’ve missed you just as desperately as you’ve missed me. I understand all the secret murmurs you can’t bring yourself to say through any means other than hidden touches and the covetous strength of your embrace. I couldn’t think and not wonder about you, if you were safe, if you were happy, if you were thinking about me, too. I couldn’t breathe without searching for the scent of you upon the air, and not a moment passed in which I didn’t long to return to you.

Trying to put the entirety of those thoughts into words would only work to cheapen the violence of emotion fueling them, and so we said nothing more as a relief more profound than the first rays of sun after an unending winter storm settled quietly about the room. I felt the deep breath slowly leave him, taking with it all of the tension and fear and worry that weighed upon every second we were apart, and found my own breath mimicking his in that same release.

I’d known he’d be here, laying atop my bed in the perfect allusion to an effortless sleep we both knew he’d been robbed of since I’d left. I’d known he’d play the role of aloof impatience all the while restraining himself from giving in to the need to feel me against him until the last minute. And I knew his lips now pulled into a gentle smile that he’d never reveal to anyone but me as we finally allowed ourselves to rest, eager for the comfort of the coming night safe in each other’s arms.

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littlemissmanga · 11 months

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A Mechanic in the Sun

Pairing: Tech x Reader (no use of y/n, no physical description at all)

Warnings: Pure fluff, established relationship, just Tech being adorable

Rating: SFW

W/C: 1,039

Summary: As the team’s mechanic, maintenance of the Marauder falls to you and Tech. So while the others are off grabbing supplies on the temperate planet you’ve stopped at, the two of you break off to fix up the ship. But when Tech comes to ask your help with something inside, he finds you not working on the landing gear, but testing a rather odd hypothesis. As a man of science, he can’t very well interrupt, can he?

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“Darling, could you-”

“Shhhh”

Tech looks up from his datapad as he comes around to the side of the ship, surprised by your shushing. Even more surprising is your position. Not under the Marauder, performing standard maintenance on the landing gear as he expected.

As you had said you would.

Rather you lay back on a towel you insisted on purchasing last time you were selected for a supply run. Something rather unnecessary in his opinion as the Marauder only had a sonic shower in the refresher. And yet it seems you found a use for it as a blanket, keeping your back clean from the dirt underneath as your limbs sprawl to conquer every corner.

Your eyes are closed and your expression is peaceful. And though he is loath to interrupt your quiet moment, time was of the essence.

Without Echo, the duties of mechanic fall solely to your combined shoulders and there is still much to be done if there is to be any hope of leaving this planet with an optimally functioning ship by nightfall.

“I am afraid I cannot remain silent at this moment. I do rather require your assistance. It seems the ventilation system was damaged as well during our last mission, and I cannot reach the wires in the back of the console. While not critical, we’d be remiss if we did not fix it now, when there’s time.” Tech adjusts his goggles as he rakes over your prone form once again. “And there is also the matter of the landing gear, which you have apparently abandoned.”

“Landing gear is done.” Your hand waves absently in the direction of the ship. “Just needed to be realigned. I’m conducting an experiment now and need to focus.”

Your dry tone may have fooled another, but Tech knows the humor running underneath. His eyebrow raises as he feels his lips tug ever so slightly into a smirk. Your antics never cease to amuse, though it certainly helps that you complete your tasks before engaging in them. Much unlike some of the Batch.

“Oh? And may I inquire as to the details of this experiment?”

It’s impressive, actually, how still you remain even as he can tell that your focus is shifting to center on him.

Warmth surges through his body at the knowledge. It had unnerved him at the beginning — being the object of your focus. Now that emotions had been processed and communicated, now that he knows that focus is one of interest and acceptance, it pleases him immeasurably.

“Homo Sapiens can receive vital nutrients from the sun,” you start, though it seems the gentle warmth of the sunlight you’re currently basking in has taken its toll on you, slowing your words.

You were most endearing like this, and Tech found himself folding to sit next to you. A few minutes indulging you (and in you) surely wouldn’t hurt his schedule too much. “Yes, namely vitamin D. I don’t see how that can be your hypothesis.”

At this, your eyes opened and cut to him. “I wasn’t finished, now, was I?”

With a chuckle, Tech waves you on.

“My hypothesis is that the human body can be trained to absorb more nutrients through sunlight,” you explain, closing your eyes and once again turning your face to the sky.

“My dear, it almost sounds like you are attempting to see if you can photosynthesize. You are much too intelligent not to know that such an endeavor is doomed to fail.”

“Just because the hypothesis has yet to be proven doesn’t mean it has been disproven,” you chastise playfully, finally allowing the smile he could tell you’ve been fighting to claim your lips. “And this sunlight is so nice, I feel compelled to continue testing my hypothesis until it sets.”

The way you stretch is reminiscent of a lothcat as you maximize the surface area you can offer to the sun … and to him as he takes in how you arch and adjust yourself.

He must admit, you are correct; the sun on this planet is quite pleasant. Not unbearable but still warm. A dangerous indulgence, and yet he could understand how it would be welcome.

Your little ruse aside, maybe some sunlight was exactly what was needed right now.

Scooting down to lay by your side, Tech presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. “While I highly doubt you’ll turn into a plant by nightfall, I do see the benefit of continuing your experiment for another few minutes. In fact, I believe I shall join you.”

You roll lazily onto your side to meet his eyes with yours. “Really?”

He isn’t sure if you are conscious of the way your body curls into him. Likely not, since your entire goal until now has been to stretch out as much as possible. He decides the subconscious movement pleases him more — a sign that even the deepest parts of you reach out for him.

It was still an adjustment to be the one being reached for, looked for, chosen with such consistency and admiration. But it was one Tech eagerly welcomes. And he would always be there reaching out for you in return.

“I never say what I do not mean, my dear,” he confirmed, sealing it with another press of his lips, this time to your forehead. He feels as though his smile could rival the warmth of the sun at the sight of your contented expression in response. “However, I am setting a timer for exactly twenty minutes.”

Your groan reverberates against his chest as you scoot even closer to him. “Can I negotiate to thirty?”

“You may not. We cannot afford our mechanic becoming a layabout.” It feels a bit contradictory, then, for his arm to find its perch at that moment on the curve of your hip to secure you to him. “Though some reward for completing our tasks may not be out of order. If I may tempt you …”

Your eyes raise to his, shining bright with hope as you cleverly hear the tease in his voice.

“We should have additional time after our work is completed before the others return. I propose returning here to watch the sun set then.”

“Deal.”

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a/n: I have no idea why my fluffiest thoughts always involve Tech. Like I love Tech as much as the next girl, but I always have the softest thoughts for him and it's odd cause I'm much more of a Wrecker girlie. Still, it was also so much fun to write in his POV!

This is my third entry for my Clone x Reader Bingo Square. You can read the other two here:

Don't Forget That, Okay? - Crosshair, SFW hurt/comfort

One Last Order, Part 2 - Rex, Rated E 18+ please read responsibly. (it can be read as a standalone fic, but if you want the full story, start with pt 1 here.)

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rinwritesfics · 7 months

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The Speederbike - Part 1

Plot: Rex develops a massive crush on the new mechanic, but is extremely awkward about it.

Warnings: Minor swearing, awkward Rex

Word Count: 1209

Author’s Note: It’s my first time writing Rex, so I hope I got him right. No descriptions or names for the reader included.

Part 1

Rex entered the briefing room. The general said someone was joining the battalion, and they weren’t a clone. It was part of some new program getting civvies involved to fight in the war alongside the troopers. Rex wasn’t sure about this – he had seen too many civvies turn their noses up at them, and he didn’t need another one to do so, especially one he would have to see on the daily.

He was just about to express his concerns to the general when you walked into the room, full-kit. You were a mechanic, sure, but he wasn’t expecting a mechanic with a full kit on. You took off your helmet with a smile and Rex froze. He wondered if love at first sight was real, because this sure felt like it. He didn’t even notice the general leaving the room.

“Hi Captain. I’m the new mechanic. I do hope it’s okay that the general himself chose me. I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

Rex was very glad his helmet hid his face as his cheeks warmed and his heartrate increased. He managed to choke out, “Oh, uh, hello. Welcome to the 501st. Always good to know another mechanic. I’m sure you’re very skilled at what you do, and uh, being here you’ll only get better!”

You chuckled. “General Skywalker was right. You do get awkward when you’re nervous. It’s nice to meet you, Captain Rex.”

Rex chuckled awkwardly. “Apologies, I wasn’t anticipating meeting such a… a skilled mechanic today.”

You smiled. “Anything specific on the docket today I should tend to first?”

It was that smile again. His entire face felt warm, silently making him praise his helmet again. “Oh, uh, nothing I can think of off the top of my head! I just came to greet you. Um, you’re from Alderaan, right?”

“Yeah, I grew up there.”

“What’s it like? Maybe when the war’s over, I might visit.” He shrugged, attempting to calm down and seem like he was more in control of himself than he was coming off as.

“It’s really pretty. The mountains are really nice. I like it much more than Coruscant.” You pause. “Maybe I could show you some of my favorite places when that time comes.”

Once again, he was glad the helmet was on as he blushed. He stood a bit straighter and nodded. “Y-yeah, that would be really nice.”

You smiled again and Rex was certain he was going to melt. “Sounds like a plan. Well, until then, I’ll likely be busy in the repair section of the hangar bay. May I head there, Captain?”

He tilted his head in confusion until he realized you were waiting for him to formally dismiss you. “Of course, yes! You are excused. It was nice to meet you.”

You nodded and turned around, heading to the hangar bay. Rex watched you go for a moment, then had to snap himself out of his trance. He started in a different direction.

Days turned into weeks and Rex slowly got more comfortable around you, despite the increase in his heartrate every time you smiled at him and the warmth that accompanied it. He chose to start making up an excuse to see you daily – just checking on the repair bay, he said if someone asked him.

One day, he went to visit you and you had a surprise for him.

“Captain! I need your opinion on something!” You grabbed his arm and pulled him with you. Your hand around his arm made him blush slightly, but you were too distracted to see it. The grin on your face was indicator enough of your distraction as you pulled him over to a sheet-covered item that was longer than it was tall and slightly oddly shaped.

He chuckled. “Okay, what do you need my opinion on?”

“Remember last week when you lamented not having a speederbike on some missions?”

You remembered? The warmth in his chest at such a small detail grew. “Yeah.”

You pulled the sheet off the item and his eyes widened. It was a speederbike, a little worse for the wear, but still in usable condition.

“How did you get ahold of this?”

You giggled. “That’s the one Jesse found in the scrapheap. I was thinking I could fix it up and it could be a 501st speeder. And maybe… we could get it painted up in white with some blue highlights?”

His heart fluttered a little. “You took this on because of me?”

“Of course, Captain. You guys mean the world to me. Now, once I get it running, I’ll have to find some blue for the detailing.”

Rex blurted out, “I could do that! I mean, I can find the paint since I know where it is. You’re amazing.”

You smiled and he shyly smiled back.

“Captain, I –”

He interrupted, “Rex. Please.”

You smiled softly. “Alright. Rex, I can have this fixed up in a day or two. I will, however, need some direction on how you want it painted.”

Rex rushed to say, “I could do that, too!”

“You sure you’re not too busy?”

Rex blushed a bit. “I’m never too busy for you.”

Your lips parted a little and he had the sudden urge to find out how they taste, but he held back.

“Thank you, Rex,” you said softly. The way you said his name made his skin prickle slightly, blossoming from his chest and tingling all the way down to the tips of his toes.

“I’ll, uh, bring you that paint tomorrow so it’s ready when you are.”

“Sounds great. Unlike the engine.” You scoffed a little and broke the slight awkwardness.

He frowned. “What does it sound like?”

You turned on the engine and it made a bad noise, one that grumbled and squawked slightly instead of a low growl, causing him to flinch and you turn it off.

“What’s the issue with it?” he asked.

“Whatever is causing it to make that noise,” you teased.

“Smartass,” Rex said with a soft chuckle, then he froze, silently cursing himself. You’re not one of his brothers, he couldn’t just talk to you like that!

But you didn’t seem to mind as you laughed and responded, “Smartass? Me? Well, it’s better than being a dumbass.”

He grinned. “I’ll go get that paint.”

“See you soon,” you said softly.

Your tone made his heart flutter again, then he headed down the hallway. Along the way, he ran into Fives and Jesse.

Fives looked at Rex with suspicion, then grinned slyly and Rex knew there was trouble afoot with that expression.

“Don’t even start,” Rex said.

Fives laughed. “I’m not!”

“Then what were you thinking about?”

“Alright, you caught me. You were hanging out with the mechanic, weren’t you?”

Rex couldn’t help the slight blush at the tips of his ears.

“I knew it!” Fives whooped. “Still got no rizz, do you?”

“Huh?”

“Flirting skills. You have no flirting skills.”

Rex narrowed his eyes and Jesse couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him.

“What are you planning?” asked Rex as he started for the paint in the supply closet near the armory.

“Well, here’s what I’m thinking…” said Fives as he and Jesse walked with Rex down the corridor.

Taglist open!

Part 2

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221bshrlocked · 5 months

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Clone x Reader Bingo Masterlist

I figured it would be easier to make a separate masterlist for this writing challenge. As always, thank you @clonexreaderbingo for hosting this. It's a treat and I am behind (as usual) but I am determined to get through it!!!!

Sunrise - Keep Your Religion (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Starts off angsty then gets to the smut. Softer than usual Wolffe because that man would be madly in love when he finds his special someone. Lots of Kissing. Possessive Behavior/Words. Dirty/Sweet Talk..but mostly Sweet. Exhibitionism Kink if you like squint! Oral Sex (female receiving). Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Wolffe is insatiable yall! Summary: You try to end things with Wolffe because you fear your relationship will end badly due to the rules set in place for the Jedi and the Clones. Wolffe convinces you otherwise.

Fire - Tell the Stars How Much You Want Me (Sergeant Hunter) Warnings: Summary:

Blaster - For Your Service (Commander Mayday and Crosshair) Warnings: Summary:

Kamino - Pluviophile (Tech) Warnings: Summary:

Massif - Almost Idyllic (Captain Rex) Warnings: Summary:

Droid - Golden Hour (Tech) Warnings: Summary:

Jewelry - Something Sweet (Sergeant Hunter) Warnings: Summary:

The Force - Permission Granted (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Outer Rim - Fahrenheit (Commander Mayday) Warnings: Summary:

"I Hate This" - Defenses (Captain Rex) Warnings: Summary:

"I'm Coming with You" - To Keep You from Breaking (Captain Rex) Warnings: Summary:

Lucky - Desperately Wanting (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Life Day - Playing with Fire (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

"Leave Me Alone" - Wicked Games (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Royal - Before My Eyes (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

"I Didn't Forget" - Fatal Dis|at|traction (Sergeant Hunter) Warnings: Unrequited feelings (in more ways than one). Touch-starved characters. Lots of sweet/dirty talk. Hunter likes to tease a lot. Oral Sex (female receiving). Fingering. Squirting. Just a bit of a knife kink (it's not everyone's cup of tea so it's a very short scene). Pentrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up folks). Creampie. Cuddling. Summary: You have feelings for Tech who is now taken. Hunter notices your little predicament and decides to offer you a solution, one that you take enthusiastically. Little do you know that this could be the start of something new.

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sunshinesdaydream · 7 months

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Blood

Pairing: Kix X GN reader (gender is not mentioned or referred to as far as I can see) Event:@clonexreaderbingo for Kix and Blood spots (cards at bottom) AU: In an ambiguous order 66 fix it (because this is where I live) Rating: SFW Summary: Kix has a small accident due to exhaustion. Warning: Blood, accidental harm to self, over working Word Count:845 Mando'a Translations: From Mandoa.org ner : My/Mine cyare: Beloved ni ceta: Sorry (lit: I kneel) Groveling Apology- Rare

You get into the lift to your apartment earlier than usual, eager for the one quiet evening and following day you would share with Kix for several standard weeks. You had managed to get out of work early for the occasion. Hoping to get home and finish any chores that might need done before relaxing.

Of late all you really had was messaging each other between work, volunteering, and his classes. A kiss in passing, a half hour of cuddling before falling asleep to do it all over again the next day.

The sudden sharp sound of him cursing with obvious pain in the kitchen shocks you just after you step through the door, he wasn’t due home for hours. “Sweetheart?” You call as you hurry into the kitchen.

Kix is holding his left hand in his right with pressure as blood soaks through the clean towel he has pressed to it. He had been in the middle of chopping vegetables for dinner, unfortunately they also had gotten blood dripped on them. Obviously it was a pretty bad cut.

“Sorry,” he huffs, “I’m fine, you would think I’d be able to handle a knife. I’ll go clean up and start over,”

“Sweetheart. You don’t have to, I…”you begin.

“No, you do too much,” he argues,”I should be taking care of you,”

Knowing the best way through this was around, you nod, “I made dinner ahead last night, we just need to put it in the oven,”

His shoulders fall, “I should have thought to look,” Kix mutters.

“Here, let me take care of that for you,” you offer.

“I can do it!” he snaps.

You step back, stung. Tears threaten. You’re tired, he’s beyond tired. You nod again, “I’ll just put it in the oven and clean up here,”

“No,” you hear his horrified gasp before you turn to see his equally horrified expression. “I’m sorry! Ner Cyare, ni ceta. I didn’t mean…I shouldn’t have. Ner Cyare, I’m so sorry,”

As he continues to repeat himself you rush to him, slipping under his arms so you can wrap yours around him. He buries his face in your shoulder.

As you reassure him you stroke the back of his head, his hair grown out to a reg cut because he didn’t have time for his signature style. That along with downtime with his brothers was another casualty to the workload he had taken on.

When Kix calms enough he presses a kiss then his own forehead to yours. You reach up and cradle his cheek in your hand, “Baby?” you say softly, “Will you let me take care of your hand now?” he nods meekly and turns to kiss the palm of your hand.

He followed you to the cabinet where he had meticulously kept any supply that you could possibly need along with a few you didn’t even know what they were for. Removing the bloody towel from the cut you sigh, “Kix, sweetheart, this is deep,” as you spray the cleansing spray on it.

“If we were your troopers, what would you tell us?” you ask.

“You want me to take my own advice?” he asks. You continue cleaning his wound, with just a glance up at his reddened eyes with deep circles underneath. “I would say we need to cut down on our workload, rest more, drink more water, less caf, spend more time together.”

You nod as you begin to apply bacta gel to the cut, “We both need to cut back on the volunteering. Back to where we started, a couple of days a week. Together, we did it so we could do something together. It was before you started classes too,”

“But…” he begins and you interrupt him.

“What would you tell your troopers?” you ask. With a sigh of an endearment he let you continue as you began wrapping his hand in a bandage. “Focus on work and school, I’ll focus on work and taking care of the apartment and us. We’ll volunteer if we have free time. After rest and time with each other,”

“You really are going to make me take my own advice,” he says as you wrap the bandage and gently kiss the bandage over the injury. “I’m not going to let you do all the work here by yourself.”

“I’m making both of us take your advice. And you have work and classes,” you insist.

Kix shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s just…I want to do some of the work with you. I love cooking with you, making this our home, and taking care of it with you.”

“Okay,” you agree quietly as he strokes your cheek with his good hand. “It’s early. Let’s take a nap before we put dinner in the oven and we can clean up the kitchen then,”

Kix hums in agreement, leading you to the bedroom where he curls up around you and you cradle his injured hand to your chest as you let each other’s presence ground you as you drift to sleep.

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burningfieldof-clover · 11 months

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gold necklace

@clonexreaderbingo prompt: tech warnings: fluff, tech is cute dedicated to @ilovestarwarsmen725 word count: 793

You hadn’t seen Tech in a few days. This wasn’t abnormal. Sometimes he would fall into very long stints of being holed up in his workshop just creating and tinkering with things. You didn’t worry, though. That was his happy place. He’d come home when he was ready. Either he was hungry and ran out of food in his shop, needed someone to infodump to, or he just finally remembered that he missed you.

This was all okay because you still visit him. There was a spot for you to sit and observe or take a nap just to be near him. If you did nap, Tech would sometimes drape a blanket over you, kiss your forehead, or even take a moment to rest himself.

One night he finally came into the house. He was tapping away on his datapad. His face was brushed with dirt and oil. You smiled. If Tech were to move his goggles even slightly, you’d probably find clean skin underneath.

“Mesh’la,” he says, gaining your attention. “I didn’t realize how many rotations I had spent in there. Did you visit me?”

“A couple times,” you answered. “You looked like you were having fun.”

Tech looked up at you and smiled. His smile reached his beautiful eyes. He caressed your face and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I am so lucky to have you. I never thought I’d be able to find such an effortless balance between work and a relationship.”

The kiss left you with a dazed smile. “It just works out for us. You’re not the only lucky one.”

Tech sat his datapad down on the countertop. “Speaking of us,” he started while reaching into his pocket, “I have something for you.”

You perked up at those words. “What is it?”

“You must close your eyes.”

You did as he asked.

Tech took the gift out of his pocket. You heard his awkward steps approach you and stand behind you. Raising a brow, you were increasingly curious but kept quiet. You felt something cross your clavicle and wrap around your neck with delicacy, ending behind you with Tech’s skilled fingers brushing across your skin briefly.

“You may look.”

Blinking your eyes open, your hands raised to your collarbone to feel the item. You could barely see it. Tech grabbed his datapad then held it in front of you with both of his hands while still behind you. He opened up the camera.

Staring back at you on the screen is the hopeful gaze of Tech, waiting for your opinion, and the mirror image of yourself. You leaned forward to look at the necklace Tech has gifted you.

The tiniest links have been crafted and laced together to make a beautiful looking twist in the chain. There is no charm or centerpiece to this necklace, but it shines so brilliantly.

“Tech, this is beautiful! You didn’t have to…”

Tech smirks and you watch him do it on the camera still pointed at the both of you. “A lot of my projects have been to break down electronics and repurpose them for other things, and since gold is so incredibly conductive, there is a surplus of it in most items I work with. I’ve been keeping the gold set aside for future projects, and I decided to try my hand at making jewelry.”

Your eyes widened at his explanation. “Wait, Tech, you made this? For me?”

“But of course, darling. I hope it meets your standards.”

“Are you kidding me? This is incredible!”

Tech smiled and kissed your cheek. “Would you do me the honor of smiling, mesh’la?”

Since it was a rare sentiment, you obliged. You snuggled a little closer to Tech and smiled into the datapad’s camera. Tech snapped a photo of the two of you, and then another one with him kissing the side of your head.

The photos were such a nice addition to his gift. He was being so affectionate that it was making your heart warm and your body melt.

“Did you know that gold is the third most conductive metal? It pales compared to copper and the more impressive silver. They are not items I come across often. But, the symbolism in this necklace is that I have poured my conductive energy and intelligence into it so that you will always feel me with you. Especially on the days that I am incredibly busy. I hope that you get my meaning.”

You nodded as your fingers brushed across the chain. Tech took a few strides away to find a drink. “Tech?” you called quietly.

“Yes?” he answered without looking over.

“I love you.”

A smile formed on his lips that you could see from his profile. “And I you, darling.”

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dragonrider9905 · 1 year

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Ok guys! Got my card! So hyped!

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karttaylir-darasuum · 2 months

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with the bad batch airing its final season this year, i thought it would be a good time to get the clone fandom going again!

my hope is that we can generate some really lovely art, fics, moodboards, and generally positive content amongst us.

do you have an oc you ship with your favorite clone? do you enjoy reading or writing clone x reader fics? do you want to see content for characters you might not often think of or wish there was more discussion about? this is where i hope we can see some of those things happen!

this is an event in the same vein as @clonexreaderbingo , but run by a completely separate account/person.

event run time:

march 1st - november 10th

links:

faqs

rules

resources

masterlist (will be posted @ end of event) + ao3 collection

original pride clone helmet art by silverxsakura

#clone x reader #clone trooper x reader #star wars bingo #clone trooper bingo #bingo event #star wars fanfic #sw fanfic event #sw fanfic bingo #clone x reader bingo #2024cbe #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb fanfic

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arctrooper69 · 11 months

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Mysterious Ways

An unfortunate accident could have very fortunate consequences.

A/N: First of my @clonexreaderbingo fics! For the "Cody" square 🥰

Warnings: Accidental nudity mentioned? Embarrassing situations?

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"Fives! Fives! Echo!" You dashed down the hall of the Resolute, trying to get their attention. The two clones spun around, raising an eyebrow at your panicked expression.

"Commander?!" Echo sounded concerned.

You paused to catch your breath.

"I...I need your help with something!"

Fives smirked and crossed his arms, "Must be something pretty important."

Your face turned red. "Uh well....so you see..." You scratched the back of your neck nervously.

Echo sighed, rolling his eyes, "Oh no, what did you do?"

"Ok, so I need you guys to distract Commander Cody so that I can grab his datapad and delete a few things."

Fives looked confused.

Echo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Again, what did you do!?"

You sighed and looked at the ground. Your feet had suddenly become very interesting. "Uhm...well..." You coughed. Fives was leaning up against the wall clearly invested in whatever your reasoning was.

"So uhm...I was working with Commander Cody the other day and I was a little late with the reports. So this morning he asked me to send him the reports. So I did. Or at least I thought I did. Then I realized I'd clicked on the wrong file and sent him....not my reports."

You could feel the embarrassed heat burning through your face, threatening to consume you. Part of you wished it would. Then you wouldn't have to deal with this.

The boys were silent for a minute.

"So what'd you send him?" Echo asked, furrowing his brow, "It couldn't have been that bad."

"Uhh...yeah... So I had some photos on my datapad...."

"Holy shit, you didn't!" Fives' mouth dropped open; his face filled with a combination of shock and glee.

You looked up at him in horror and nodded slowly.

"You mean you sent Marshal Commander Cody your nudes!?" He cackled.

"Shhhh!" You tried to shush him. "Don't say it out loud! I didn't mean to!"

"Siths Hells..." Echo sighed, running a hand down his face. The muscles in his jaw quivered as he fought in vain to keep the corners of his lips from curling up into an incredulous grin - a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You hopped back and forth nervously from one foot to the other, "So....are you gonna help me or not?"

"Yeah I....ooof" Fives began and was cut off, catching Echo's elbow in the gut.

"What was....oh...shit..." Fives turned his eyes to the hall behind you. His grin got even wider.

"Oh this oughta be good."

"What...?" you raised an eyebrow in confusion, turning your head to see what had gotten his attention. General Kenobi strolled down the hall accompanied by none other than the Marshal Commander Cody himself, datapad in hand.

"Welp....we gotta go!" Echo said quickly, dragging his brother by the arm. You shot him a panicked look.

"No, no don't...!" You whispered harshly, begging them, but with a quick salute to the General, they were already well on their way down the hall.

Traitors. You muttered under your breath. You didn't have to use the Force to feel the breath hitch in the Commanders throat as the two paused before you.

He knew. Oh Force. He knew.

"Master Kenobi," you bowed, respectfully acknowledging the Jedi Master. He replied in kind, saying nothing else, but if you could feel the tension in the hall, then he certainly could.

You nodded with a professional stiffness towards the clone. "Commander."

He replied with a curt nod of his own. "Commander."

You were glad his helmet was on, preventing you from seeing the look on his face.

After a brief moment that seemed to last an eternity, the pair continued down the hall resuming their conversation.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding.

Oh Force, I need a drink.

A ping from your com interrupted your thoughts and you looked down. A message from Fives:

79's tonight?

Sounds good. I need a drink.

Great. See you there!

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79's was already packed by the time you made it down to the clone bar. Both the 501st and the 212th were on shore leave for a few days - a rare occurrence but well deserved. The war was going well for once. You took a seat in a booth close to the bar waiting for Fives and his brother, taking in the chaotic but familiar scene. The air smelt like stale beer and cheap cologne. It'd been awhile since you'd last been out to a place like this.

"So! Tell us all about it." Fives slid into the booth behind you. You jumped, so caught up in your own thoughts that you hadn't noticed the pair of them come over.

"Yeah, how awkward was it?" Questioned Echo, sitting down on the other side of you. "Did he say anything?"

You shook your head. "Nope. And hopefully he never will!"

Fives cracked a grin. "The General definitely knew though."

"No. No he did not!" You leaned forward, forcefully pointing your finger at him.

Echo grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the booth. "Oh yeah. He totally did. He's got the whole Jedi thing going for him."

"Hey!" You protested, "I'm a Jedi too!"

Fives laughed. "Yeah but you weren't subtle...like.... at all. Even if he doesn't know exactly what's up, he definitely knows something was weird between the two of you."

"And besides that," Echo chimed in, "Cody is General Kenobi's second in command. They probably know each other pretty well."

You sighed and ran a hand down your face, chuckling at the absurdity of the whole situation.

"If this was supposed to make me feel better, you failed miserably."

Echo patted your shoulder and took a another drink.

Fives downed the rest of his own. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Cody didn't mind." He winked.

You choked and Echo smacked you on the back, simultaneously kicking Fives under the table.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna get us some more drinks!" You stood up suddenly, and nodded to yourself. "Yep. More drinks."

Sighing to yourself, you made your way over to the bar. If Commander Cody had feelings for you, did that make this whole thing better or worse?

A clone made his way over to the bar, the yellow in the shoulder bell of his armor caught your eye and you turned.

Oh no. Out of all places, of course you'd find him here. You turned to run, ready to slip away unnoticed into the crowd of rowdy patrons but it was too late. He'd already noticed you. You could tell he was trying hard to ignore you, but when you turned away, you could feel his eyes burning through the back of your head.

Curious, you turned so that you could see him out of the corner of your eye. Just enough to gauge his reactions but not enough to make it seem like you were staring at the Marshal Commander.

You glanced over at him and he seemed to have the same idea. He stood frozen, eyes locked with yours. It felt impossible.

"Can I take your order, miss?" The bartender waved her hand in front of your face. You glanced over at her impatient expression. You rolled your eyes, both annoyed at her interruption and thankful that you now had a chance to run from it all.

"No thanks!" You called to her over your shoulder as you slipped from the barstool into the crowd of patrons. A pit formed in your stomach. Now you just wanted to go home - away from the embarrassment you'd be sure to face once confronted by the Marshal Commander.

"Wait!" He called out, walking briskly after you, pushing through a crowd of his drunk brothers paying no attention to their annoyed grumbling.

"Will you please just wait!?"

You paused, stepping into an unoccupied supply room. A gloved hand caught the door before you could swing it closed. He ran his fingers through his hair, dislodging a few errant strands from his professionally kempt military cut.

There was a difference, you realized, between Cody and the Marshal Commander rank he embodied. It was a very fine line, but a difference all the same. It was Cody whose gloved hands gave way to calloused fingers and nails that were subconsciously chewed too short. It was Cody whose face was creased by furrowing lines of concentration and concern.

It was the Marshal Commander's dark and stern eyes that gave way to Cody's subtle spark of kindness.

"Cody...." You began, unsure of what to even say. You knew now, how you felt towards this man.

He held up a hand and you paused.

"I just have to ask you one thing..." he took a breath. "Did you mean to send me those pictures?"

You breathed out a laugh. "No. Not exactly." You paused, glancing up to meet those warm, honey brown eyes. "But I'm glad I did."

"I don't think we'd have ever done this if you hadn't."

Done what? You were about to say, but Cody's mouth violently answered the unspoken question as he pressed his lips into yours.

"The Force works in mysterious ways" you panted as he pulled away, only to pull you right back into his arms.

Thank you @staycalmandhugaclone for beta reading this!

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staycalmandhugaclone · 10 months

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"Flowers" - Crosshair x Doc

@narcissa-of-kaas tagged me in a Six Sentence Sunday challenge, which I decided to use to fulfill a prompt for my clone x reader bingo card. I... was unsuccessful with the 6 sentences thing... but 10 is still pretty damn impressive for me, so... here yuh go.

Btw, this is totally canon in Doc's Misadventures - it's just a couple arcs ahead of Breaking Point so enjoy a little glimpse of better things ahead! Alternatively, it can totally be read as a gender neutral stand alone!

Warnings: a fluffy kiss?

Words: 383

There were many types of silence with Crosshair: some screamed so loudly, I wanted to clasp my hands over my ears and beg him to stop, while others were gentle, as if I could feel the brush of his fingers against my skin absent even a moment’s touch. This was one of those moments, quiet and soft; even the rustle of dried foliage freshly shed from the towering trees sang only in whispers beneath our feet.

Despite the changing seasons, flowers still clung to the waning heat of fall, illustrating their grandeur in hidden bursts of color revealed only from an occasional gust of wind freeing them of the autumn blanket of fallen leaves. He said nothing as one such moment allowed just enough time for me to take note, breath catching slightly in a joyous gasp as I quickly moved from his side. When I returned with a pair of nearly gold, rosette blooms, he merely cocked his brow, but there was a fondness in the subtle tilt of his lips that left me beaming, and I happily handed him one in that same, gentle silence.

His expression briefly flashed to one of dismissal, but he quickly caught himself, jaw tensing as he seemed to struggle for several seconds over how to respond before finally, hesitantly, accepting the tiny offering. I so nearly relieved him of the uncertainty clearly overwhelming him, but held myself still, admittedly struck by the rare display of flustered doubt before me, and my glee only grew as, after far too much thought, he tentatively tucked the stem into the lip of his chestplate, cheeks darkening beneath a deep blush.

Without a word, I stepped in front of him, free hand reaching up to slip around his neck as I pulled him down into a kiss, smile beaming even as my lips toyed lovingly with his. Meeting his eyes as I leaned back, I brought my own flower to my mouth and bit into the blossom with a quiet laugh, savoring the way his eyes widened in understanding, blush growing violent. Still, I heard his short scoff after I returned to the trail before us, glancing back just in time to see him sample one of the lesser known delicacies of this stunning world with a begrudged resignation.

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littlemissmanga · 5 months

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Maybe Among the Stars

Pairing: Broadside x (gn)Reader

W/C: 2,737

Summary: Broadside was literally built to withstand risk and danger. He’s willing to take the chance this will all end badly. But that was back when the only one at risk was him. How can he face that same danger knowing it’ll roll over onto you now?

Warnings: Angst/comfort, the realities of loving a soldier, slight nod to intimacy but think like PG-13 rating. Lots of longing, but it's got a happy ending.

A/N: Goodness, I had this drafted out so long ago but real life and brain pain made this take forever. I’m terribly sorry @sunshinesdaydream for the slight delay, but here is your Broadside fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange! I had a lot of fun researching Broadside, Shadow Squadron, their planes and getting to dive into a starfighter’s mentality. I hope you like what I did with his personality since there isn’t too much in canon to go off of, other than his limited screen time showed me a very confident man. And what’s better than a fic about a man in crisis with himself?

Also, submitting this as an entrance for my @clonexreaderbingo card, the “Hope” square. 😊

Inspiration song, The Word of My Body from Spring Awakening: “Oh, I’m gonna bruise you. Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise.”

dividers by @saradika

It wasn’t fair. To either of you, but he understood the risk and was willing to face it. He knew what could come next and didn’t care if it meant one more chance.

But you …

You put up a great front. It took him too many rotations to see the softness under your steel. Weeks of finding reasons to fuel up at the café you worked at before he was shipped off just to tease you and get under your skin. It was a challenge that gave him a little lightness to his step before he and his brothers were back in the heat of battle, the memory of a cheeky smile on pretty lips settling his battle-tossed nerves.

Eventually, the face behind the smile was the thought that gave him comfort. But he’d never say it. He could keep you at an arm’s length and still get his fix as long as he didn’t cross that line.

And you never backed down from this game you couldn’t have known you were playing, giving as good as you got but never with cruelty. Your responses had even gotten downright flirtatious recently, a taste of normal that he couldn’t resist.

Until the last time.

Right after the Battle of Coruscant. Broadside had been flying high even with his feet solidly on the ground. Shadow Squadron had taken impressively minimal damage as each trooper flew beside General Skywalker bravely and proved integral to the safe retrieval of the Chancellor.

He’d opened the door to your café with a swagger that would make even his General blush, ready to leverage his status as planetary savior for a free slice of meilroon pie.

But instead of the sweetness he was expecting, the salt of your tears was all he could taste for hours after. The relief couldn’t erase the deep worry lines on your face at the sight of him, and while Broadside wasn’t above imagining what you’d feel like in his arms, the reality of your half-choked sobs racking your form as it melded to his when you pushed into him and held him like he would float away weighed on his heart.

“They were showing the dogfights over the holonet. I saw … there were so many … I didn’t know if …”

The realization hit him like a proton canon blast: He had become someone important to you. You felt the same way about him as he did you.

And ever since, elation and dread warred within him.

Since the Battle of Coruscant, Shadow Squadron had been requested to handle more escort missions for the Chancellor, meaning more time on Triple Zero.

More time with you.

But proximity to the Chancellor and by extension the Corrie Guard meant no room for deviation from the regs … including the one about not fraternizing with spunky natborns who’d be brought to tears at the thought of a trooper in danger.

A specific trooper. Him.

A gorgeous soul who kept him on his toes, challenging every truth he thought he knew. Who’d started saving a serving of his favorite meals when they were on special without knowing if he’d be coming in that day. Who’d throw an extra serving in for a customer going through a bad day but feigned ignorance when questioned. Who fought off the thugs and lowlifes that’d crawl in from the lower levels with a broken broom without an ounce of fear but shattered at the sight of his Squadron in danger overhead.

He was going to hurt you.

Maybe, just a little, he understood why the Jedi didn’t allow attachments. Because more and more, Broadside could feel the craving to see you again rise and overshadow the knowledge of just how thoroughly he’ll ruin you.

***

“Is this where you’re gonna murder me?”

Broadside threw an exasperated look over his shoulder. “Why would I drag you all the way here just to murder you?”

You cocked an eyebrow as your head swiveled to take in the narrow, at to be fair rather dingy, ally he was leading you through. “To throw the cops of your trail, duh. It’s like you don’t even listen to those crime holos I send you.”

He heard the smile in your voice and felt its match stretch on his own lips at your macabre humor.

“Those are all full of fluff anyway. It’s all nonsense.”

“No, they’re-”

“Shush.” He turned back and continued leading you on. “We’re almost there.”

“Would be great to know where ‘there’ is. Or what’s gonna happen there.”

Despite your grumbling, Broadside could feel your grip tighten around his hand. All at once, your simple show of trust filled his chest and brought him to his knees.

He didn’t deserve it. But he hoped he’d earn it.

Reaching a nondescript door — one of many to line the ally — Broadside stopped in the entranceway, pulling you over to face him.

“You already know the answer, mesh’la. You came up with this idea.”

Confusion covered your face with an aching cuteness. He could see the wheels turning inside, your eyes giving everything away as you searched for an answer.

“Closing time ... I was helping you sweep ... You asked what civvie experience I wanted to have …”

Your eyes sharpened in a playful glare. “And you said, ‘working in a diner’ just to be an ass.”

He leaned in close, towering over you and invading your space just to rile you more. He couldn’t help it. Broadside was addicted to that spark and needed it, needed you, like a hit of spice. “Not just to be an ass. But that’s not the important part. What came next?”

“You … You asked me what I’d want to do …”

Your eyes were wide as moons when you looked back up at him, disbelief filling every inch of your expression. “No …”

“Yup.” He confirmed, entering the access code and opening the door to reveal the back entrance to the hanger where Shadow Squadrons brand-new Y-wings were lined up all nice and pretty.

This time, he didn’t take your hand. Broadside strode through the hanger like he owned it, confidence grounding every step and growing at the sound of your quick footsteps franticly trying to keep up with his.

“Broadside!” You hissed quietly, earning a rich laugh at your idea of stealth. “This can’t be allowed. We’re gonna get caught!”

He stopped next to his new ship, ladder at its side at the ready. “You know, I’m actually insulted. You think I haven’t thought this through.” Turning, Broadside gestures broadly at the hanger. “See? No one around. Maintenance has been reassigned and my squad is grounded right now.”

Your eyes followed his across the cavernous room and you nodded in agreement. But your lip was still caught between your teeth, a telltale sign.

Letting the levity slip away, Broadside brought his hands up to cup your face and pull your gaze to his. Once again, he invaded your space but this time, all teasing was gone. “No one will know we’re here. I’ve got you.”

You gave him that look again. The same one as that day, the one that screamed to him just how unsure you really were underneath all your strength and bluster. The one that broke his heart with how much he wanted to erase it from your face. The same one that told him, just maybe, that you knew how tenuous this all really was.

And then you stepped closer.

You turned to reach for the ladder, stopping to look at him one more time. He gave you an affirmative nod, fighting every cell that cried out to shatter in relief. Maybe this would go better for you both than he thought.

Following closely, he climbed up the ladder after you, settling behind you in the cockpit.

It was a tight fit, only being designed for one person at a time. Broadside struggled for a moment, trying to get his legs to fit around yours in the narrow space until you took matters into your own hands. A touch was all it took to get him to sit still, your hand holding down firmly on his thigh.

The look you sent him over your shoulder is so soft, Broadside wanted to preserve it somehow. To freeze time so you’d always look at him just like that. To make a galaxy where you’d have no reason to ever look at him any other way.

“May I?” Your voice was steady, but barely a whisper.

“Yeah,” he rasped back.

Lifting yourself up, you moved your legs to straddle his before resting yourself on his lap.

“Sorry, but I think this may be the most comfortable configuration.”

Broadside reached around you to start the operating procedures, reveling in the feel of you so close. It was a mockery of an embrace, but it was enough for now.

“No need to apologize, angel. We’re all good here.”

Once all systems were engaged and optimized, he pressed his comm. “Shadow One to Tower. All systems go, here. Ready for clearance.”

You spun in your seat to level him with an intense glare. “No one will know we’re here?”

And Broadside couldn’t resist stoking your fire, sticking out his tongue like a cadet just to revel in how riled you got. “No one who will say anything. Corkscrew is on tower watch tonight and he owes me a favor or three.”

“Tower to Shadow One. Request for test flight confirmed. You are clear for launch. You have 30 minutes.”

“See? Just a standard test flight for the new fighters,” he said smugly.

With that, Broadside went through the launch procedure without a second thought, focusing instead on every way you shifted on his lap, how your hands fumbled for purchase on the sides of the ship before gripping hard on his knees. His hand curled around your hip, holding you in place for all the good it did. The turbulence had you shaking against him and by the Maker if that friction wasn’t the most sensational thing in the entire galaxy.

But everything settled when they broke the atmosphere, the stillness and quiet covering them and isolating them from the chaos of the city planet below.

He watched with delight as your head moved on a swivel, turning back and forth to take in the vast array of stars in front of you.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed.

“Yeah, it is.” Broadside’s response was just as quiet as he took in your awe before adding louder, “But we didn’t come up here just to look at it.”

“No?”

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your hands. Without asking, he brought them to the steering column, molding his over yours. “No. You’re gonna fly.”

He could see the broad, devious grin overtake your face in the reflection of the transparisteel and for the briefest moment, Broadside second-guessed whether this was a good idea.

Worry quickly gave way as he lost himself fully in the joy you exuded. Playful cheers filled the small Y-wing cockpit as he instructed you through a few of his simpler maneuvers. Eventually, he began taking a bit more control, showing off with several rolls and drops all in hopes of earning just one more delightful shout, one more squeeze of your thighs around his. All while his hand kept you in place on his lap.

Leveling out after his latest round of showing off, you leaned back against him fully, losing all tension in your body to rest soundly against his chest.

“So, what brought this on?”

His pause is palpable, creating a stillness that could rival space itself. He knew it would happen eventually. But he hated that it could ruin everything.

“I … I don’t know when I’ll be able to visit you next.”

His eyes were trained onto every inch of your body, so he saw the moment your shoulders tensed.

“I see. Even though I know Shadow Squadron has been assigned to escort the Chancellor from now on.”

Broadside took a breath, preparing for his practiced spiel, but you wouldn’t give him the chance. “Oh, yes. Don’t think I don’t follow the news. I do. Of course I do, because how else would I know where you were, what you were doing, if you were okay. You don’t tell me these things when you visit. I have to piece together rumors and suspicions. So I know you’ll be around more. But sure, tell me the lie. Tell me you won’t be able to see me. I’ve been dumb enough flirt with you. To start feeling …”

Your voice tapered off. He couldn’t see your reflection anymore, your face cast downward, but he could see how tightly you were holding yourself.

“Maybe I’ll be dumb enough to believe the lie,” you whispered.

He reached forward, snaking his other arm around to encircle your waist and pull you impossibly closer. Like a child clutching a soft toy, he curled around you in the cocoon of the cockpit.

It must have hurt. His armor was hard and unyielding. He could imagine all the ways it dug in to your pliant skin, how your curves arched around its firm plains.

Even his embrace was painful to you.

And yet you didn’t fight. You didn’t pull away or even adjust yourself. No, you pushed yourself closer, folding yourself in to fit into him like a missing piece.

“It’s not a lie,” he whispered, hoping for all the galaxy that you heard his promise. “It’s not safe.”

“For who?”

“For both of us.”

The silence lingered, and he knew you understood. If you really had been following the war, if you’ve been slicing through the holonet for information, then you had known the truth of his words for a while.

Shifting your hips, you turned in his hold, folding your legs under you to sit sideways on his lap. You didn’t look at him, though. Instead, you tucked your head under his chin, staying as close as possible. “Is that why you brought me up here? Show me the stars so I have something pretty to look at when you tell me it’s over?”

His grip tightened. “No.”

“Then why?”

He brought his hand up to cup the back of your head. He needed you as close as possible. “Because I can’t say it’s over. I want to. But I can’t. I will knowingly put you in danger just to see you again, to hear you again.”

He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. His first kiss has the aftertaste of salt and bitterness, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Bringing you to see the stars like you always wanted is the least I can do. I’ll give you anything within my power ’cause I’m taking so much more.”

You wriggled in his grasp, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye. Your cheeks were stained with tears he didn’t even hear begin to fall. Instinctively, he brought his thumb to swipe it away, but your hand stopped him.

“You’re not taking anything, dumbass. I’m giving it willingly.”

Broadside’s eyes close as relief surged through his body. He relaxed even more at the feel of your forehead pressed against his.

“I don’t care about the danger. And take as much time as you need to make things as safe as possible. But you’re not the only one who can’t call quits, so don’t act like you’re carrying the burden alone.”

He couldn’t help the smile that spread easy as sin across his lips at your declaration. Knowing that you were as far gone as he was. Now that he had your knowing consent, that you could handle all that came with being together, there was nothing holding him back.

“So, I don’t have to plan such extravagant dates?”

You let out a peel of laughter in response, your delight breaking the last remnant of grief. “Oh, you absolutely have to try and top this next time. I’ll accept nothing less.”

Fueled by hope and the fire of his wanting, Broadside pressed his lips to yours, tasting starlight and a hint of the blumfruit juice you had earlier.

“I’ve created a monster,” he murmured into the kiss.

“Indeed, you have.”

Your smile against his lips is all the reassurance he needed to not care.

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rinwritesfics · 8 months

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Intolerable

Plot: Wolffe makes your life quite difficult sometimes.

Warnings: In-universe swears

Word Count: 859

Author’s Note: Wolffe. That's it. That's the note.

Wolffe was nearly intolerable. It wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t a medic, but you were.

Some of the troopers were really good patients. But some, like Wolffe, didn’t think they needed to be a patient.

“Why are you fighting me on this Wolffe?! You sprained your ankle!”

“Because I don’t need some kriffing medic wrapping it for me when I’m perfectly capable!”

“This is my job!”

“Well, go do it elsewhere!”

It hurt, but you tried not to show it. You took a measured breath. “I get it, you don’t like me. But General Plo decided I was the best fit for his ‘bros,’ so here I am. You don’t like it? Take it up with him.”

“I think I will.”

You softened your voice a little. “At least let me wrap your ankle before you do.”

He looked ready to snap, then stopped and nodded. His energy while he sat on the table was palpable and exhausting to wok around, but finally, the wrap was done. As soon as you had finished, he darted out as fast as he could without crutches. That man was going to wind right back on that table.

You grumbled and turned to the supply cabinet to put usable supplies away. Most of the time, you really did like him. Heck, you might have gone so far as to say you had a crush on him. But first of all, you were a medic, and second, he acted like… well, like that.

The next day, General Plo approached you and you inwardly groaned. Wolffe had done it. You were in for it. You were getting moved, bye bye 104th.

“General Plo,” you greeted, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you felt.

As was per usual for the General, he spoke kindly. “Hello, Y/N. I presume you know what I’m here about?”

You deflated. “When do I need to pack my bag?”

The general laughed heartily. “Pack your bag? No! I’m here to congratulate you! Not many make the Commander nervous like that.”

Now you were wildly confused. “Nervous? I thought I pissed him off. I thought you were here to -”

“To send you off? No. This is even more reason to keep you. Keep up the good work. I’m here so I can say I officially discussed this with you.” You couldn’t quite see the smile on his face, but what you didn’t see you could hear in his voice. He was positively delighted at this turn of events, although you were baffled as to why.

Later, a member of the Pack came to see you. And it wasn’t just any member, it was Wolffe himself. He looked like a child whose hand was caught in the sweets jar with the small slump in his shoulders.

You cleared your throat and turned to face him. “Commander, what can I do for you?”

“I came to apologize.”

Your lips parted and you were certain you had misheard him. “Oh.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re a very capable medic.”

“Well, thanks.” Then it occurred to you and you snorted. “Did the General send you to do this?”

Wolffe’s eyebrows furrowed. “No, he did not.”

“Oh. I’m sorry for making an assumption.”

“You should be.” Then he covered his mouth and swore.

“Alright Wolffe, you wanna do this now, then let’s do this now. What the kriff is your Force-forsaken problem? Are you trying to make me resign? Push all the wrong buttons? Well, congrats. You’ve pushed every. Last. One! Now get out of my medbay.”

“I’m sorry. I’m an ass.”

“Congrats for realizing it. Now leave.”

“I always say the wrong thing around you because you make me nervous!”

You stood up straight, back still turned to him. “What?”

“I get nervous around you. Does that make you feel better now? The Commander of the 104th gets nervous around the medic because he’s too damn worried about the future to tell them that he likes them! So he says stupid osik like the di’kut that he is and pushes them away instead, hoping that he will get past it by keeping the medic at arm’s length and ruining any chance he might have!”

You turned around, thinking he’s pranking you, but his cheeks were darkened, his chest was heaving, and he looked like he was about to kick something out of frustration. Then you stormed over to him, grabbed him by the blacks at the front of his neck, and pulled his face to yours to kiss him. As soon as your lips met, his hands went all over, eventually landing one on your lower back and the other on the back of your head to hold you in place. You both fought for dominance of the kiss before you pulled back.

“You’re right,” you said, breathing heavily. “He does say stupid shit. And if he wants to keep the medic right in his arms, he’d better start saying nice things.”

“You’re incredible,” he said, trying to pull you back in and you giggled.

“Mm, that’s a good start.” You let yourself get wrapped up in the kiss again.

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sunshinesdaydream · 5 months

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Pairing: Hardcase X Reader Event:@clonexreaderbingo for Hardcase and Dinner spots (cards at bottom) AU: Matchmaker AU (RTL not mentioned) Rating: SFW Summary: Hardcase is home for the holiday. Warning: None. Word Count:2370

Yes I ripped the title off of a Britney Spears Mariah Carey Christmas song. (In my defense I am sick) However the fic was not directly influenced by it.

Terrible Life Day Dividers by me. If you use, please reblog.

Surprise! Your boyfriend is on planet for life day. The downside? It was unplanned and you had to work.

“It’s okay, Babe, I’ll be here waiting for you when you get done!” Hardcase said as you headed out. You had just apologized for about the twentieth time since he had surprised you the evening before. “Besides, I’m on leave for the next four days! And you already have taken the rest of them off. And we’ll be on planet for at least two weeks after that,”

“I know, I know, I just…” you begin.

“Want to stay in bed and sleep. I know you, babe.” He kisses you with a laugh and says, with a smack to your butt “now off to work with you!”

“Fine, take out and snuggles when I’m done?” You ask with a pout.

“I’ll take care of getting dinner, you just get yourself home,” he tells you.

Once he was sure you had gotten far enough away he raced to the next block over. A beautiful twi’lek woman answered the door with a huge grin. “Hardcase!” She said as she threw her arms around him. “It is good to see you home!”

“Tani! Happy Life Day!” He exclaimed, returning her hug and kissing her forehead. “Jess up yet?”

“Of course he is, all of you boys are early birds,” she answered.

“Not all of us, she hasn’t seen Kix in the morning,” Jesse said, appearing behind his girlfriend.

“Or Fives,” Hardcase agreed.

“You two be nice to your brothers,” she said with a playful smack at Jesse’s chest. “Let me go get those groceries for you,”

“We’ll get them, cyar’ika,” Jess told her.

Tani gave Hardcase another hug, and headed back to get ready for the day.

In the kitchen Jesse handed Hardcase bags out of the fridge. “Are you sure about this, ‘Case? You haven’t even had a traditional Life Day meal before,” he asked.

Hardcase shrugged,”I did some searching on the holonet, and I got some simple stuff to do. I can follow a recipe,”

“I don’t know, it just seems much more… involved,” Jesse said, doubtfully as he handed Hardcase the last bag. “Just, don’t burn down the kitchen,”

“Not going to burn down the kitchen,” Hardcase huffed.

“I know, I know,” Jesse said, as they headed to the door. “I was just joking. We will both have our coms, if you need a question answered you know Tani will help,”

Hardcase grinned, “I know, she’s a good vod’ika. Her taste in men is questionable, but HEY!” Jesse had pushed him out the door.

“Good bye, Hardcase!”

Back at the apartment he started cooking. Baking actually. Cookies first, your favorite. Not exactly a standard Life Day dessert. But cookies were, from what he saw on the holonet. It went smoothly, if a bit messy, something he had done before so it reinforced his confidence. While they were baking he started on the tip-yip.

His original plan was to go to the shipyard and use a fighter engine to roast it. But Echo had talked him down from that. If it had been Dogma, he probably would have went anyways. But Echo had a talent for knowing which regs you could bend when. He was probably right that the Corries would be cranky today and in no mood for shenanigans.

So he propped his datapad up on the counter and started prepping the tip-yip to roast in the oven according to the directions on the holonet. It did not go as smoothly as he hoped. Some of what seemed simple when he was in his bunk reading about it on a screen was more complicated when there was an actual tip-yip in his hands that was slippery with oil and the chrono was sounding for the cookies to come out.

When he tried to hurriedly put it in the pan it slipped from his hands. It nearly hit the floor, except he was just able to get his arms under it before crashing onto the floor himself with a grunt. “Kriff, at least I saved it,” he muttered as he set it down in the pan and washed his hands to quickly get to the cookies. With the chrono sounding the entire time. With a sigh of relief he pulled the trays from the oven, not burnt. Stopping the chrono, he got back to the tip-yip.

It was finally calm enough for you to take a break. It was busier at the supply depot than Life Day had any right to be. Several emergency orders for supplies had been put in at the last minute the night before and your skeleton crew was scrambling to get it together before the supply shuttles docked that afternoon from the cruisers in orbit. Really, if they hadn’t come in two days early you would have loved the business to make the day go quicker.

Sitting down you com Hardcase, grateful on this stressful day to be able to hear him just because you commed. You didn’t have to work around the scheduled times for the long range transmitter on the resolute. You didn’t have to make do with texts.

“Babe!” he exclaimed the second he answered, and some of the tension slid out of your body. “How’s the day going?”

“Busier than I thought,” you answer. “Just got a break, evidently half of the cruisers in orbit and about a third of the ships in general are going out tomorrow and everyone forgot something,”

“Definitely a dessert night,” he said, “I’ll take care of that too,”

“What did I say about spoiling me,” you sigh.

“That I don’t do it often enough,” he answered, you could hear his grin through the com.

“I’m not sure that’s what I said, Love,” you laugh.

“It’s what I heard,” you could hear the pleased sound in his voice at getting you to laugh.

Once off the com with you, Hardcase looks around the kitchen. It’s a minor disaster zone. Checking the chrono, he decides he has plenty of time. He preps the Plicated Orga Root to roast later, checks the tip-yip, and does some disaster control on the kitchen before moving on to the burb berry sauce. Only to find that he didn’t have enough sugar.

“Kriff,” he swore, trying to think through options.

The stores would be mostly closed, it would take time to find one that was open. Jesse and Tani would have been the closest, but they had left to see Tani’s family hours ago. Neighbors maybe? There was the lady that lived two floors down. She was nice and definitely liked him, much more than he thought of her. Probably, but it would encourage her and he really didn’t want that.

The upstairs neighbors, the Quizans. They were really nice and Hardcase knew they didn’t like to travel far,they might be home. He gathered up some of the cookies on a plate and a container and ran for the door.

Upstairs he hit the buzzer. An elderly human lady answered the door. “Hardcase! When did you boys make it back?” Mrs.Quizan exclaimed. “Come in,”

“Yesterday morning, ma’am,” he grinned, following her in.

“I told you not to call me ma’am! But just in time for Life Day!” She smiled.

Mr. Quizan stood up from the couch and came over and shook his hand, “Hello Hardcase, good mission?”

“Yeah, there were mudslides on a planet in the midrim. Helped them clean up and recover.” He answered.

“So how can we help you sweetie?” Mrs. Quizan asked.

“I was making Life Day dinner, but ran out of sugar and I was wondering if I could trade you some cookies for some sugar for the burb berry sauce?” He asked with a sheepish grin.

“Life day dinner for your sweetheart? She had to work today, didn’t she?” as Hardcase nodded she continued, “Come to the kitchen, dear. We’ll get you some sugar and I’ll plate up some of my cookies and trade you cookies for cookies,”

“But…” Hardcase began.

“You heard her, go on,” Mr. Quizan said.

While Mrs. Quizan bustled around the kitchen getting cookies and sugar, Mr.Quizan talked with Hardcase. The older man had been in the military in his younger days and enjoyed talking to Hardcase about his brothers.

A little while later he was on his way back with the sugar and cookies, having promised to bring you up for dinner with them later in the week. Hardcase checked the time, he was close but it would still be on time.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to just pick up something on the way home?” you ask as you are walking out the door.

“I told you I’ll take care of it, just come home please?” he asks plaintively.

His tone tugged at your heart and you started walking even faster, “‘K, I’m on my way,”

The commute home seemed like it was taking three times as long as usual, even though your chrono told you it was the normal amount of time. The transport you took across the GAR compound seemed to crawl. And if that was bad the one you took from there to home seemed like it was going backwards. The lift even felt like it wasn’t moving. By the time the door opened on your floor you buzzed with anxiousness to get home, but was also worn by your long busy day.

Hardcase must have been waiting just inside the door, because as soon as it opened he had you in his arms. You immediately bury your face in his shoulder and breathe deeply. Instead of the usual smells of him and his soap and the detergent he smelt of spices and sugar. You look up at him in slight confusion only to be met with a kiss.

He pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours, “Welcome home,” he grins, holding you tighter to him than usual. “Missed you,”

“Missed you too, babe,” you say, noticing a smear of something on his cheek. Reaching up, you wipe it away with your thumb. “What have you been up to?”

Smiling wider he answers, “Life Day dinner,”

“Hardcase,”You gasp lightly, “I told you,”

“To spoil you, I know,” he laughs.

“You didn’t need to do that, I could have just brought something home and helped you make it tomorrow,” you try to tug out of his arms to head to the kitchen.

“Well I made it for you today,” he answers, still holding you close. “So we could have the rest of Life Day together,”

You tiptoe so you can give him another kiss, “Thank you,” you whisper.

“You’re welcome, babe,” he pulled you into a hug again, as you try to slip from his arms to the kitchen. “But you are staying out of the kitchen, go get cleaned up after work, I got it,”

Dinner is delicious, and after some persuading he surrenders and the two of you clean up together.

“I’ll get the cookies, you go find us a holofilm to watch,” he said.

Instead of choosing the film right away you grab his gift from its hiding place and bring it to the living room. Even so you have enough time to pick the film and become curious why it’s taking him so long, when he comes into the room with a large plate of cookies and two mugs of hot chocolate.

“What?” he asks as he sets them down and grabs a cookie, “it’s for me too!”

“Uh huh, well this is for you,” you tell him, giving him the gift.

His forehead crinkles in confusion, “Why?”

“Because it’s Life Day and I wanted to get this for you,” you say, pushing it closer to him and then snuggling into his side after he takes it.

When he opens it a small gasp escapes him.

You can’t hold back the words your anxiety insists you spew out, “I know the GAR datapads aren’t great, neither are the stylus. I thought that you should have good ones to be able to do your art on, so I found ones that are meant for it…”

Before you get any further in your rambling explanation he has you in his lap and is kissing you all over your face while saying, “You are wonderful, amazing, thoughtful, beautiful, brilliant,” while you turn red and start to giggle. “Thank you so much, I love you,”

“I love you too,” you finally take the opportunity and kiss his cheek.

“Do you mean it?” he asks, earnestly.

“Of course…Why,” you try to ask, but he is holding your hip with one hand so you don’t tumble to the floor while he reaches into a spot just next to the couch. In the dim lighting you hadn’t seen the shoebox size box there.

“I…um, I mean,” he fidgeted the package a moment and then put the package in your hands, rubbing the back of his neck.

You undo the wrapping, your fingers buzzing with energy as if your body already knows what your mind is refusing to grasp. Opening the box you see his left vambrace, one that had been damaged. It was cracked and put back together with a shimmery silvery metal. Draped across it was a silver chain with a pendant obviously made of another piece of plastoid armor in the shape of a heart, carefully pinstriped to match the markings on his helmet. Then your mind catches up, he’s gifting you armor, one of the customs the clones had adopted. The meaning had adapted to their existence, but it still meant a proposal.

When you look up from the box to his anxious eyes, he begins to speak. But you don’t give him the chance, you barely are able to gasp, “Yes” before you are kissing him passionately.

After a moment he pulls back, “I didn’t even ask yet,”

“You can ask if you want, the answer is yes,” you tell him before kissing him again. His laugh interrupts you before you get too involved though.

“Will you marry me?” Hardcase asks, “We keep having fun, and adventures, and lots more Life Days together?”

Thank You for Reading!

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