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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

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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

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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aahsokaatano · 3 years

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i've been crazy busy this month for various reasons, so instead of doing a regular "once per day" bingo thing, I decided to do a bunch of five-sentence dumps. Enjoy!

@cloneshipweek

1. Keeli/Doom

The helmet recovered from Ryloth sat heavily in Doom's hands. It felt like it weighed more than the rocky planet itself.

He ached to speak. To say I'm sorry, I failed you, I wasn't there when you needed me.

But the words didn't come, and Keeli would never tease him about being lost for words again.

2. Fox/Fox

"The more you speak," Fox said in a low, threatening tone, "the closer I get to punting you off the nearest platform and letting you free-fall to the surface."

"Aw, Commander, you say the sweetest things," the Torrent that Fox refused to name simpered.

One of these days, he was actually going to kill the CT. The name they had picked was bad enough - did they also have to be so karking annoying?

"You know, I hear kissing is a good way to keep people quiet," they grinned, and Fox didn't give them a chance to say anything else, much to their delight.

3. Keller/Neyo

They didn't ever speak about anything important, really. Neyo could chatter about anything and nothing for as long as Keller would let him, filling up the quiet of the med tent as he stitched the Commander back together after yet another harebrained mission that Neyo and Bacara had taken on.

Proof of life, in the little things. Keller could see he was alive, sure, but the more Neyo talked, the more he could see the tension drain out of the medic's shoulders.

If the stitches got a little more painful towards the end, well, that was just Keller's way of saying he was glad that Neyo was still there to feel the sting of it.

4. Hound/Tup

Grizzer always beat Hound to the lamding platform when the 501st came to Coruscant, not that Tup minded too much. The massif was a package deal with his handler, after all.

Hound laughed and wiped the slobber off of Tup's cheek to press a kiss there. "Welcome back, cyare."

"Good to be back, cyare."

5. Vaughn/Wooley

Someone once described them as distilled sunshine twice over. Vaughn had laughed, all but sparkling in his delight, and Wooley had grinned and blushed, running a hand through his hair and making it fluffier.

The darkness that was spread throughout the galaxy seemed to have a harder time casting a shadow over them. They were just... happy. They had each other, after all.

6. Oddball (Davijaan)/Crys

"You were reckless again," Crys fretted, watching with a scowl as Davijaan climbed out of his scorched fighter.

"And I won, again," he added, getting both feet back on the deck. "Isn't that what's important?"

"No, coming back to me is what's important."

Davijaan rested his forehead against Crys', hoping the contact would say what he couldn't find words for - that he won for Crys, every time.

7. Blackout/Grey

Grey was dozing, just enjoying the warmth of the bunk and the man next to him. Blackout was still deeply asleep, half on top of Grey with his head on Grey's shoulder and his arm over his waist. Warm, and comfortable, and safe.

It was a feeling they didn't get to indulge in often. He was going to relish it for as long as they were able to stay here.

8. Longshot/Hardcase

Hardcase had once claimed he wasn't a very good sniper, which was why he carried pretty much everything except a rifle.

Longshot was now ready to call banthashit on that.

"A millimeter," he said for the tenth time, "a single millimeter of difference between our shots and you say you aren't a good sniper!"

Hardcase shrugged. "You're the best and I'm not as good as you, so -" He gave a muffled laugh as Longshot cut him off with an aggrieved kiss.

9. Bacara/Colt

Kamino was as deary and depressing as ever, but the welcoming party was a sight for sore eyes.

"Colt," Bacara greeted softly, nodding at the other Commander.

"Bacara," he nodded back.

Later, they would have a proper reunion, would catalogue the new scars on each other and kiss away the ache of loneliness that had built up since they had last seen each other. For now, a short nod would have to do.

10. Dogma/Wrecker

Wrecker had called him 'regs' the first time they met, and Dogma had taken it as a compliment.

Dogma had quietly told Hunter about killing Krell, which got him assigned to CF99, and Wrecker overheard and immediately developed a crush.

They really shouldn't click as well as they did - uptight Dogma, loyal to the point of rabidness, and loose canon Wrecker, who loved nothing more than making things explode in glorious fashion?

But they did work, somehow, and soon it was Dogma-and-Wrecker, a single unit rather than two. And they excelled for it.

11. Thire/Cut

"I'm leaving, going AWOL."

"I know." The signs had been there for a while, he just hadn't wanted to think he was interpreting them correctly.

"You should come with me."

"I... I want to, but I can't." I'm sorry.

12. Bly/Spar

Bly had once thought that Spar was everything he wasn't - big and strong and fast and the best of the best.

But now he realized, Spar was an attainable goal, in more ways than one.

He was still a bit taller than Bly, but the muscled arms that wrapped around Bly in the night were hardly bigger than his own.

As Bly snuggled in closer, though, he still thought Spar was the best of the best. Even if they were closer in size, now.

13. Free/Free (my OCs, Crasher/Steel)

"Don't ever do that again," Crasher whispered against Steel's lips.

"I'm sorry."

"I - I thought -" a lot of terrible things had crossed Crasher's mind when Steel had been publicly declared a traitor.

"I know," Steel said, holding Crasher tightly. "No more covert ops for me."

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sunshinesdaydream · 9 months

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✨WIP Wednesday✨

🎉Crashing the WIP Wednesday party!🎉

Pairing: Hardcase (My Beloved) x Reader (does not make an appearance in this preview) AU: @tcwmatchmakingau Rated: SFW Content Warnings: Mentions of ADHD and symptoms and things related How Hardcase got to Right To Love.

“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 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.

Tagging ANYONE that wants to show what they are working on and please tag me in it so I can see what you are up to!

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