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toska-writes · 10 months
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Heyyy wanted to ask if maybe you could do a rex or fives one where the reader gets hurt and it's all really angsty but with a happy ending please ❤️
God this one has been in my in-box for so long and I’m sorry!
“Loyal”
Summary: Rex lost a member of his squad, he had to leave them behind. That doesn’t sit right with him. Rex will always go back for his family
Pairing: Captain Rex x GN padawan reader (p-l-a-t-o-n-i-c)
Warning: mentions of ptsd, torture, mild description of injury/blood. Rex is there for you don’t worry
Word count: 1145 (it will be proofread tomorrow!)
Notes: so funny thing is this could technically be the story that leads up to my other fic “Keep your head up” which is kinda cool- the “toskaverse” if you will where my copy and paste boys are all safe and happy (for the most part with the reader)
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It didn’t sit right with him, what made a good soldier?
Loyalty- the drive to fight, to do what he was created to do. If he couldn’t be that then what was he really?
The ship was dead silent, the tension that covered over everything like a heavy blanket was suffocating. Rex couldn’t help but see the bounce in Jeese’s leg or the one thousandth time Anakin ran his hand through is hair.
Even Rex felt like he couldn’t sit still, so he paced back and fourth back and fourth. It was all his fault.
He gave the order to retreat after you nearly yelled at him, Rex was the one that watched as the separatist surrounded you. He could have tried to do something but through the dark your eyes found him one last time and they begged him to leave.
He was the one to watch you board the enemy ship and was the one to tell Anakin that you weren’t there next to him.
His insides hurt, every part of his body seemed to be on fire- If they didn’t get you back today Rex wasn’t really sure what would happen after that.
The ship descended further and further into the galaxy, everyone’s breath was held hoping that the coordinates were right.
Anakin came up to him silently, his face showed the captain what he needed to know. “You’re good on the plan?” Rex didn’t realized how young Anakin really seemed in these moments.
“Of course sir.” Rex said unable to look his general in the eyes. “We’ll get them back.”
Rex could have guessed a response Anakin would have made but instead was only met with a silent hug to the captains armored side. He froze for a moment before taking the arms of his general and moving them to his front.
Rex stood there for a moment unsure until he finally hugged Anakin back.
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The dark halls creaked until the footfalls of Rex and a small group of his men, a siren rang in the distance and red lights flashed on and off.
“Let’s hope the generals distraction covers us for a while.” Fives voice spoke over the comms lightly.
“Let’s hope we’re going in the right direction.” Hardcase shoulders his heavy machinery.
Rex’s hand shot up freezing everyone in their tracks, without another word he slightly motions for the four men behind him to spread out and watch his back.
The cell was at the end of the hallway and right now Rex didn’t need a surprise ambush from some clankers.
A shaky breath ran through Rex as he quickly tried to type into the keypad to open the door. With a few small beeps and some errors the door slid open.
The cell was darker then the base on the outside, nothing adorned the walls and nothing seemed to be inside.
Nothing also meaning no people inside.
Rex’s quick eyes scanned over the room again, his heart dropped at the possibility that you wouldn’t be there. You had to be.
Silently Rex brought his blasters up from the holsters that rested at his sides, taking a shaky step inside he scanned the room over once again.
Nothing.
One more time through that’s when he heard it. Slightly from somewhere above a small breath escaped and the creek of a surface registered in his ears.
Quicker than he thought something that was perched near the ceiling was on top of him in a second. He felt the grab for his blasters but thankfully kept a tight grip.
Instead the figure pushed off of him and his own vibro-blade out in front of them. It shook slightly as his eyes met the ones that have been haunting his dreams for the past rotations.
“Woah woah woah.” Rex croaked out, his hands shot up sightly as he tried to position his blaster away from your frame.
Your features didn’t change as he tried to call you name, no recognition was presented in your eyes and for the second time today Rex’s heart nearly stopped.
“Y/N” He tried once. His now free hands slowly traveled up to his helmet and with the practiced ease he took it off.
He was blinded for a moment and he couldn’t blame you for the opportunity it presented. In an instant the wind was knocked out of Rex slightly once again.
The blade came clattering out of the weak grip in the struggle, Rex grabbed your shoulders to keep you from strangling him, but the wince on your face said everything he needed to know.
“Hey hey Y/N it’s me.” He spoke clearly to you pleading. “Please it’s alright.”
A heartbeat passed, then another. Rex watched as your face dropped for a moment, your eyes cleared and the hands that were around his wrist began to shake.
“Rex?” The words didn’t come above a whisper and were coated with the tears that were about to fall. “Rex-“ You tried the words one more time.
Without thinking in an instant you were engulfed in your captains arms, he felt slightly as you grasped at anything that you could get your hands on burying your head as close as you could possibly get to his neck.
“Rex rex rex I didn’t know, they asked and I didn’t know anything they wanted I swear.” The sparse rambles were beginning to become drowned by tears.
“I know and you did so well.” Rex rocked back and fourth for a second more.
What was said next would haunt Rex right up to the very last day he would spend in this galaxy.
“I thought for a moment you wouldn’t come.” The words destroyed the carefully armored heart of Rex.
How could he have let this happen?
“I’d always come back for you Ad’ika, no matter what.” He spoke quickly and the grasp only grew tighter around him.
You pulled away for a moment just taking in the sight, wondering if this was a cruel trick the separatist were playing. Rex’s own eyes scanned the bloody face in front of him.
His commanders nose was bleeding all over the front of their shirt, a huge scar was present running over the entire side of the face in almost a lightning pattern.
Your eyes would he seared to the back of his mind- the look of fear was so pronounced he wondered if you ever felt it before since it seemed so foreign.
“I want to go home. Home with you and Anakin. Back to the temple.” You spoke shaky in his arms.
“I know I know.” Rex ran a hand over your unscarred check slightly. “I’ve got you ok? We can go home if you want.”
Before another word was spoken Rex was already on the move with your shivering form in his arms.
Loyalty was his best trait, but it would also be his undoing sooner or later.
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knightprincess · 1 year
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Chaotic Mischief (A Star Wars Oneshot)
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Warning: Fluff, Clone Humor, little bit of flirting (tiny bit of Wolffe x Jedi Reader)  Words: 4.7k 
The Build Up!
Mischief wasn't uncommon among clones, especially the Shinnies and the troopers whom had been freely allowed to become individuals. 79's during the downtime was where the ideas of mischief were thrown around. Sometimes they were as simple as pulling pranks on some poor unsuspecting soul. Other times it was far more risky, such as daring a Shinny to obtain the helmet of a superior. Something that was far harder to do than the troopers believed. Chaos was always sure to happen when the 501st were back on Coruscant, Fives and Echo were normally the ones behind it, although Jesse, Kix and Tup had also helped on occasions, Hardcase too when he wasn't too busy flirting with one of the many beautiful patrons. 
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On the odd occasion when Rex was reunited with Cody, Thorn, Gregor, Wolffe and Howzer, things could really get interesting. The last time the six were together, a game of truth or dare happened. To say there were more dares than truths being told, was the understatement. Cody had told so many stories about Obi-Wan, the others joked about him being the inaugural member of the Obi-Wan Fan club. Thorn had been tasked with getting a kiss from the most beautiful person at the bar, of course Thorn had fun with it, why just settle for one, when all of them were beautiful in there own way. 
Gregor had stood up on the bar, doing a mini dance while stripping from his plastoid armor. All while Wolffe had generally questioned his own sanity and that of his brother. Gregor of course paid little mind to those he shared a booth with, instead reveling in the attention he got from those who enjoyed the show. Howzer on the other hand, decided to challenge almost all his clone brothers to an arm wrestling match. Even when he knew the odds weren't in his favor. Echo and Fives, making a wager. If Howzer lost against both of them. All six in the booth would have to go through with a particular dare, they had in mind to commit. Although neither gave details on what they had in mind. Without a second thought, the drunk Commanders and Captains had hastily agreed. Only to regret their decision mere seconds later when Howzer was swiftly defeated by both Arc Troopers. Although neither gave any indication on what they had in mind or when it would be put in to play. 
They did however taunt Rex about it, over their rotations on the battlefield. Never failing to remind him of the wager and dropping subtle hints of what was to come. The moment they returned to Coruscant, and found out the remaining Commanders and Captains were also back for down time, was when Fives' famous wicked grin appeared upon his lips. Echo merely shaking his head, both with dread for the reactions and to control his overactive imagination. Even more so when he remembered the discussion to involve several Jedi in the fun and games as well. 
"Put us out of misery" commented Cody, as he looked to the two Arc Troopers collectively referred to as the Domino Twins. A neon blue drink in hand as he prepared for the worst case scenario, knowing when it come to the pair, anything was possible. Even the impossible. Fives and Echo could only share an expression of pure mischief. Something that only brought more dread to the six before them. 
"You've heard of helmet switch-a-roo, right?" asked Fives, knowing the question was daft. Especially since Rex dealt with that on the battlefield let alone during down times. The last game of switch-a-roo had also included an unwilling Dogma, whom had somehow ended up with Tup's helmet. Tup himself had Jesse's, whom in turn had Fives helmet. Five's had Echo's helmet, who had Kix's one. Even Hardcase had gotten involved and worn Dogma's helmet. Although Rex had caught on, it had taken General Skywalker a little longer to realize. 
"We're daring you to the big brother. Armor Switch-A-Roo" laughed Echo, watching with amusement as the golden eyes of his brothers become flooded with concern, dread even on what they were going to be doing while wearing the armor of another. "And you'll be spending the day in each others off duty roles" quickly added the Arc Troopers, stifling a laugh when Wolffe's head hit the table, a loud groan escaping him. Of course it would be something like that. Yet the groan was in response to realizing some of them would be around the Jedi Temple and Senate, as well as the military base. 
"If we die I'm haunting the two of you" commented Gregor, a spark of amusement flashing through his golden eyes. Even more so when he realized, whomever got his armor, would have the duty of protecting a certain favored Jedi. His iconic laugh soon escaped him, especially when he knew the odds of fooling Jedi were against them. They're own General's knew them well and would surely recognize something was off. Just as the many senators roaming the senate building would notice when something was off with Thorn. 
"Do we at least get to choose who we switch with?" questioned Howzer, his head smacking against the sticky table mere moments later when both Fives and Echo had both shook their head. Denying them what would have made the game of Switch-A-Roo easier. Only now did Cody and Rex share a look of dread. Gregor once again laughed, this time nervously. Where as Thorn grabbed his bright blue drink and downed it, in an attempt to drown the horror threatening to bubble up. 
"Care to deliver the blow and tell us" slurred Thorn, watching as the duo took the helmets from the back of the booth. Choose to switch the helmets instead of using words. Although the pair, planned to tell them again in the morning, when they were nursing a hangover, if only to remind them it wasn't a nightmare but the reality they had agreed to when making the wager. 
Echo handled the helmets with care, looking closely at the individual markings. How each were different, and made them easily identifiable. Carefully he handed Wolffe, Gregor helmet, the obvious choice, as Gregor was the only one Wolffe could realistically pass as. Gregor on the other hand was given Thorn's helmet, confusion soon washed over his tired features. He'd wrongly assumed he'd receive's Wolffe's helmet in response, so was surprise to get the one belonging the Coruscant Guard. 
Rex had been the one to be receive Wolffe's helmet. A chuckle had instantly ripped from his throat, even more so when it would be obvious he wasn't the tough battle worn Commander. Cody had been given Rex's helmet, to which an instant wicked grin appeared on his lips, it being clear he knew what chaos he'd cause while dressed as his old friend and brother. Something that only brought gripping dread to Rex. Thorn on the other hand received Howzer's helmet, swearing under his breath, as it would mean he'd be in close proximity to many Jedi General's, a thought that brought both dread and of course amusement, would they take notice of the little things. Howzer on the other hand, quickly determined the only helmet left was Cody's, to which he cheered, clearly his silent prayers to the maker had been answered. 
"Remember whatever chaos you cause while wearing the others armor, has to be explained by said owner" casually spoke Fives, confirming the Jedi would be none the wiser of the mischievous antics, and would thrust ask about the odd inconsistencies should they be noticed. "Wolffe we wish you luck. Gregor is on protection duty for (Y/N) tomorrow" laughed the Arc Trooper, his laughter only growing upon hearing the growled yet muffled response. Of course they'd thrown him head first at (Y/N), he be an idiot if he thought they'd let the opportunity pass them by. After all his affection for the Jedi Knight was only known by those sharing the booth and a few others. It was a closely guarded secret Wolffe had unintentionally let slip during the last game of Truth or Dare. 
The Morning Of! 
When morning come, each of those apart of the mischief groaned. Wolffe in particular found himself with confusion. Why did he have Gregor's Commando armor? Where was his own?. He soon noticed the little light in the top corner of his datapad blinking, sighing as he carefully placed Gregor's helmet to the side and grabbing the small device. Instantly regretting the decision upon seeing a video message from Fives there. 
"So that wasn't a nightmare" commented Wolffe, throwing the pad on his bunk before once again reaching for Gregor's helmet. Carefully studying it, the many markings scattered all over it, even a few scorch marks, the fading yellow paint around the visor, even the bright blue light to appear, when held in a certain way. The battle worn commander, taking notice of how heavy the helmet felt compared to his own, even the roughness beneath his fingers. 
"How the kriff does Thorn see in this thing" voiced Gregor, walking into the nearby desk, as he flicked at the black painted shade over the top of the visor. The commando's words pulling a rare chuckle from Wolffe. The commander amused by Gregor holding his arms out in an effort to gain stability while wearing the foreign helmet, and making his way over to the spare bunk without tripping or bumping into anything else. "I saw Rex, poor bugger, looks ridiculous wearing your armor" joked the Commando, taking off Thorn's helmet just in time to witness Wolffe display his signature eye roll. "It kind of looks like Rex shrunk in the dryer" laughed Gregor, receiving another chuckle from Wolffe, clearly the battle worn commander could imagine it. 
"Makes you wonder what the others are going to be like?" questioned Wolffe, suspecting the others would probably have a better fit, especially Cody, whom had Rex's armor. Howzer too could probably get by without much trouble with Cody's armor. "I'm expecting Thorn to complain about not having a kama" added the commander of the wolf pack, recalling Thorn asking the night before how Cody, Howzer and Gregor could operate without one. Even pointing out both Arc Troopers to issue the daring mischief were in ownership of one. 
"Oh he's already started. Stated he felt naked without one" laughed Gregor. As if on cue, Thorn walked passed, stating he already missed not wearing the belted cape, even how lost he was without it. His next words were asking Gregor to take care of his precious kama while impersonating him for the day. 
Cody, Rex and Howzer soon appeared behind Thorn, all but scaring him into the small room completely. Gregor's laughter ringing out as Wolffe also offered a chuckle, but that was more to see Rex practically drowning in his armor. Gone was the dark blue markings, instead he donned the familiar grey wolf insignia. It was odd for Wolffe to see his armor on another, although he soon reminded himself it was only for a few hours, then all would be back to normal again. 
"I feel like a kid wearing their parent's clothes" admitted Rex, once again re-adjusting one of the shoulder plates, carefully placing Wolffe's helmet on the desk. 
"You look like a kid wearing their parents clothes" commented Wolffe, amusement flashing in both his golden eye and dull cybernetic one. Thorn chuckling breaking the silence quickly, as Cody mentioned he wanted to take a picture to remember this. 
"Don't forget we have to think of something to say if we're caught" reminded Howzer, shuddering to think that was a possibility. At the same time he knew the risks were high, some of them were around observant senators, others around the Jedi, whom could likely sense when something was amiss. "And to explain everything tomorrow" 
"Already got mine" announced Thorn, chuckling although not elaborating any further. Wolffe piped up mere seconds later confirming he too had something in mind for explaining everything the following day, although even he'd admit explaining why his armor didn't have its normal snug fit was going to be a little more difficult. Cody also hinted he had something in mind, as did Rex whom could already predict what Cody was going to get up to. 
"Have fun flirting with (Y/N), Wolffe" remarked Cody, only receiving a huffed growl from the commander in question. It being clear he regretted revealing that secret, even more so when his brothers so often teased him about it. Even General Plo did although he did so in an encouraging way, almost as if he knew something others didn't. "Why does (Y/N) need protecting anyways, she's a bad-ass Jedi Knight" asked the commander of the 212th, finding it odd a Jedi with (Y/N)'s reputation would need protection. 
"Targeted by Dooku and some separatist leaders. Her cover was blown the last time she went on an assignment to protect Senator Amidala" explained Gregor, revealing the truth few knew of. "(Y/N) and Senator Amidala could pass as sisters, hence why (Y/N) had posed as her during a previous assignment. Sadly it had gone wrong, resulting in a bounty being placed on the Jedi Knight, hence her designated temple and senate duty" added the Commando, recalling (Y/N) being frustrated the last time he'd been on protection duty, she wanted to do more to help the Republic but was restricted on what she could do. 
"Alright boys, lets get this show on the road" voiced Fives from the door way. Echo leaning against the opposite side. Rex immediately noticing they'd swapped helmets again. Both Arc Troopers breaking down in laughter upon looking around the group. Thorn's grumpiness about not having a kama, Gregor practically being squished into Thorn's armor. Rex's almost drowning in Wolffe's, Cody attempting to straighten Rex's kama, while Wolffe shifted uncomfortably in Gregor's armor. Howzer on the other hand, seemed content on messing with the visor shade on Cody's helmet, almost as if he was trying to re-adjust it a little. 
The Mischief!
"Anakin, I think there might be something wrong with Rex" spoke Obi-Wan upon reaching his former padawan, concern ringing in his voice. At first the Jedi Knight looked confused, Rex wasn't anywhere in sight. Just as Anakin was about to voice the obvious, Rex appeared, running along and practically hugging Obi-Wan as if he was the alternative to gravity. Ahsoka chuckled slightly, quickly whipping her hands up to stifle her amusement. 
"Seems normal to me, maybe a little more caf than usual" announced Anakin, chuckling as Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow in suspicion. The Jedi master untangling himself from Rex, recalling the time he'd had to do the same with Cody weeks before hand. The moment Obi-Wan walked away, Rex got his datapad out and chased after Obi-Wan, asking him for an autograph. Leaving behind a slightly confused Anakin and Ahsoka in a fit of laughter. Plo Koon chuckling to see it, although he didn't voice he had long since worked out what was going on, instead choosing to allow the mischief to continue. 
"Master Plo" called Ahsoka, upon controlling her fit of giggles and regaining some composure. "Are any other clones acting oddly?" asked the Padawan, recalling seeing Commander Wolffe wrangling the 501st boys earlier, she'd never seen them behave so quickly, although Fives, Echo, Jesse, Tup and Kix seemed to be the exception, giggling like school children in the corner of the mess hall. 
"Howzer seemed to be fond of causing confusion and chaos in the debriefing earlier" commented Plo, recalling the Captain had been hyperactive, almost skipping around the room. WIndu had practically grabbed his shoulders and all but forced him to stand still, not that it worked, within seconds Howzer was moving around again, twirling on the spot and practically bouncing off the walls. He'd started singing at one point. 
"Rex, Howzer. Who's next?" questioned Anakin, almost dreading the response he'd get. "Maybe they switched the caf brand again. Rex always did say the last one tasted like droid oil" commented the Jedi Knight in hopes of explaining everything. Although if there was more than the two it would be harder to explain it. 
"What's your reasoning for Wolffe deflating?" asked Ahsoka, seeing the confusion to pass over Anakin's features. Plo on the other hand chuckling slightly, refusing to give it away he'd worked out what was going on, instead he'd found himself with curiosity whom else was involved and the explanations each come up with. Particularly Howzer whom had to explain the debriefing. 
"Looks like Thorn's having a good day" commented Padme, upon joining the group of Jedi down on the many halls. She'd come at the request of master Yoda, although it appeared to be a troublesome time. She'd passed many padawan's and younglings seemingly lost and confused about where they were going. Just as she'd bared witness to Howzer running away from Windu after tapping him on the shoulder and shouting "Tag your it".  
Within seconds of the words leaving Padme's lips, Commander Thorn come waltzing down the hall, signing loudly and occasionally twerking. He'd thrown his hands up several times, the contents of the mug with Fox's name penned on long since gone everywhere. A few padawan's had been pulled into a dance, as a few masters had too. Each seemingly taken by surprise. "He was like that at the senate building as well. Flirted with senator Chuchi" laughed the Senator of Naboo. A smile on her lips to see the battle worn troopers seemingly having fun, a rare but welcome sight. 
"Let me love you" called Rex, as Obi-Wan ran back down the long hall. The captain hot on his heels. Ahsoka once again bursting in to fit of giggles, as a few other younglings did too. Some of the masters looked confused as to what was going on, most shaking their heads with a little amusement before continuing. Even (Y/N) couldn't help the laughter to escape her, she'd always had a love for mischief. 
"Your not going to do anything out of the ordinary are you, Gregor?" asked Obi-Wan when he stopped to catch his breath, hiding near one of the large windows overlooking the courtyard below. "I don't think I can take any more oddities today. First Cody's memory loss, now Rex" added the Jedi Master, still trying to wrap his head around Cody's apparent memory loss. Maybe it was the hit to the head during the prior battle, or the alcohol from the night before. Either way it was unsettling, although his loyal commander seemed to have some whereabouts. Keeping the boys of the 212th in line. 
"No sir" responded Gregor, his response coming a little too quickly. "Just doing my duty protecting the Princess Jedi here" added Gregor attempting to act normally, although he knew some of his actions could be explained away by lasting damage from previous head injuries. Obi-Wan soon poked his head around the corner again, quickly dodging back when Rex passed by asking those around if they'd seen the negotiator. Dread filled Obi-Wan when another Jedi Master pointed right at him, causing him to dart from his position and around the nearest corner. 
Howzer coming around the same corner moments later, shortly followed by a confused Mace Windu. Padme shaking her head slightly, as she regained some of her lost composure. Never had she seen the temple in such disarray, although she would admit it was nice seeing a less professional side of the peacekeepers. Howzer's voice soon rang out through the hall as another comment escaped him. "Gonna catch me?" His comment more of a question towards the Jedi Master behind him. 
"Thorn, where's my mug" yelled Fox, storming down the hall towards the other commander. Thorn had since stopped singing and dancing, instead acting scared as he held up the ordinary white coffee mug. Although Fox's name had since been crossed out, being replaced with Thorn's own name. Thorn soon skipped off down the hall, giggling like a school girl as he all but taunted Fox with the ordinary white mug. Ignoring Fox yelling at him to come back and all but swearing about losing the mug again. 
"And that's my cue" commented Gregor before throwing (Y/N) over his shoulder and walking off. Plo chuckling by the shock squeal to escape the Jedi Knight. Where as Padme and Ahsoka resorting to looking to each other for confirmation, at least to ensure they'd both seen Gregor pick up and all but run off with (Y/N). Anakin on the other hand blinked a few times, beginning to question his own sanity and that of the troopers around him. Slowly he was becoming suspicious, who else was going to act like they'd been hypnotized to act like kids, were his Jedi brethren going to start acting like it too? 
"Pretty good view of chaos from up here" commented (Y/N), as she attempted to get comfortable over Gregor's shoulder. Well over Wolffe's shoulder. Although she hadn't voiced it, she was well aware Wolffe was in Gregor's armor, her senses not failing her. The arm securing her legs in place, only tightening as she attempted to wiggle around to gain comfort. 
"Not a bad view from this end either" commented Gregor, finding himself glad for the thick armor, as he was sure he would have felt (Y/N)'s foot, thud against his thigh had he not be clad in plastoid. 
"If I didn't know any better Captain. I would have thought you were flirting" spoke (Y/N) 
"If I didn't know any better I would say you were enjoying it" responded Gregor, placing her back on her feet upon reaching the destination of the courtyard. The rare occasion where it was quiet and as normal tranquil. 
"Should I ask why you brought me here?" asked (Y/N), moving to tidying her messed up hair, and straighten out her robes. Gregor on the other hand moved to sit on the steps, in front of the tree, ignoring the benches close by. 
"Meditate" retorted Gregor, not bothering to turn around to face her. Although he suspected there would be a response shortly. 
"Is that an order?" commented (Y/N), moving to sit at his side. 
"Yup" 
"I'm known to bend orders" laughed (Y/N), knowing there was truth behind her words. Although her former Jedi Master Plo Koon, always said she had a talent for still getting the job demanded from her done. She still got the needed results even if she did go about it a little differently.
"This will be the first you'll obey" replied Gregor, a playful tone to his voice. 
"What makes you think that?" whispered (Y/N) when she was close enough, there was no doubt he'd hear her. 
"Cause I asked nicely Princess" breathed Gregor. Almost surprised when the almost famous Jedi Knight seemed to concede and do as she was told, the words Roger Roger escaping her in a sarcastic tone. "Care to accompany me to 79's tonight?" 
"Maybe" cheekily responded (Y/N). "Would be nice to see you in your own armor and without said helmet" commented the Jedi Knight, a grin appearing across her lips as she peered over. Seeing as Wolffe stiffened inside Gregor's armor. "Not to worry Commander, my lips are sealed" 
"Have to work on that later" flirted Wolffe, as he settled back into the act of being Gregor, imitating his brother's famous laugh mere seconds later. Once again (Y/N) peered over to him, suppressing a chuckle as she attempted to regain her focus. Although it seemed to be a lost course at this point. 
The Aftermath
When it come to explain the events of the day before. Some found it far easier than others. Thorn had simply explained it away as having too much caf that morning. He been hyperactive and in the mood to continue his running war with Fox for the prize coffee mug. He explained the flirting with Senator Riyo Chuchi as finding her particularly beautiful the day before. 
Wolffe had simply said he'd lost a wager to Rex and had thrust agreed to keep the boys of the 501st in check. As for his armor not fitting properly, he mentioned something about Wrecker playing a prank on him, payback for something to have taken place at 79's before the last deployment. 
Cody too had a simple explanation. He'd mentioned he'd visited the medbay upon returning to Coruscant after the last rotation on the battlefield. The headache combined with the hangover of all hangovers. He'd managed to keep the boys in check but his memory was spotty. Thankfully Obi-wan had brought the excuse and let it go after a few days of ensuring he had no after effects from the injury. 
Rex on the other hand, almost chocked on his morning caf to learn what Cody had gotten up to in his armor. Although he'd been thankful for his explanation fitting with what had taken place. He'd simply said he'd joined the Obi-Wan fan club, after hearing Cody endless go on and on about how great the Jedi Master was. Cody had attempted to hide behind his datapad, covering his heated cheeks of embarrassment. Of course Rex would say that. 
Gregor on the other hand struggled to come up with something when faced with explaining Wolffe's actions to (Y/N). He tripped over his words multiple times before the Jedi Knight had put him out of his misery. Revealing her knowledge of the mischievous dare each had taken part in and thrust knew Wolffe had been her protect the day prior. (Y/N) had spent time reassure Gregor following it, even helping him to come up with something should another Jedi question him. 
Howzer almost had a heart attack upon finding out what Thorn had done the day before. He'd almost throttled the Commander to have impersonated him. No flimsy excuse was going to get passed Windu on this one. Nor the other Jedi to have been apart of the briefing. Eventually Howzer settled for being influenced by Rex, Thorn and Gregor, as well as having too much caf that morning. Sending the younglings in the wrong direction had been put down to a light hearted joke, after all everyone knew Howzer had a soft spot for kids. 
Echo and Fives on the other hand managed to get hold of the records from the Senate building, Jedi Temple and Military base. Laughing to no end, especially seeing how Gregor had also played silly sods with the civvi medics and admirals while impersonating Thorn. No one had been safe from the chaos Gregor had caused. The recordings of Thorn impersonating Howzer throughout the Jedi Temple were just as funny, especially when Kix pointed out some of the younglings and padawan's had also played along with the game of tag. 
Jesse's favorite recording had been of Cody impersonating Rex yelling "Let me love you" while chasing Obi-Wan down the hall. Seeing an array of emotions pass over Anakin's features had brought him to tears with laughter. The blank look, turning to confusion, questioning his own sanity, slight amusement, back to questioning his own sanity then finally settling on enjoying the chaos.
Kix had been the one to point out, both Plo Koon and (Y/N) had likely figured it out but had opted to keep the truth a well guarded. Something Wolffe later confirmed at 79's, (Y/N) also verifying it in her own words, just as she revealed Aalya Secura and Ahsoka had also worked out something was up, but not said anything. Instead both women happy to watch as chaos unfolded. (Y/N) also corroborating to both Echo and Fives, neither Obi-Wan or Anakin were none the wiser about the mischief to test them, just as the unsuspecting victim of Mace Windu had yet to truly put the pieces to together. Even Master Yoda seemed to be content on keeping the truth a guarded secret for now. 
Tup had asked for the security recordings, intending on making a few videos of the chaos and sending them to the six to have taken part. He'd also congratulated Fives and Echo on masterminding the whole thing. The duo known as the Domino Twins cementing themselves as the most mischievous pair, thrust finally achieving their goal of overtaking Waxer and Boil. Although both knew the pair from the 212th Legion would eventually fire back in an effort to regain their lost titles. 
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sev-on-kamino · 5 months
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If you want more spice prompts I’m here to request who I (almost) always request Hardcase and the Prompt- ❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜
Have a beautiful day💙
Hello my dear!!! I am always happy to write Hardcase because he brings such good vibes with him even for smut 😌 I hope you have a wonderful day, and enjoy this lil spicy snack with your beloved 💙💙 The prompt is highlighted in blue!
not sure on the word count because I wrote this one in the tumblr app 😅 dividers by the bestest @dystopicjumpsuit
warnings: teasing, sexting in inappropriate places, inappropriate uses of the Force, bondage if you squint, MINORS DNI, if I missed anything lemme know 😏
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Case: Babe, I miss you. Think we can get away soon?
The message came through on the transport back to the Resolute, and you had to work to keep your focus on what Master Kenobi was saying rather than the far more interesting thought of being alone with Hardcase.
You let your eyes wander over his form, and you couldn’t resist squeezing your thighs together. He sat in his seat, looking almost relaxed with one of his legs stretched out in front of him. The other leg, however, bobbed up and down with the energy he was aching to expend with you.
You: I miss you too, but it’ll be a few hours. Debrief, reports, meditation…
You knew he’d received your message when his leg bounced faster.
Case: Babe, I need you. It’s been 10 rotations, and yes, I’m counting. Thinking about your taste is driving me crazy.
You: I know exactly how long it’s been since I had your perfect cock buried inside me, but we still have work to do.
Case: You can’t just say stuff like that.
You: Didn’t say it, I typed it ;)
Case: Smart ass! You better eat well at dinner because it’s gonna be a long night for you. Gonna see how many times I can make you come on my tongue before I let you anywhere near my cock…
You stood up straighter at his playful threat, shifting your weight, and looking over to Masters Kenobi and Skywalker. They were lost in their own conversation, which was perfect.
Taking a deep breath, you reached out through the Force. Testing, teasing, touching Hardcase through the gaps in his armor. Even with his helmet on, you knew his bright amber eyes were wide, and his tongue had darted out to lick his lips.
His leg had stopped bouncing, and he’d pulled in the other one to sit up straight.
A subtle smile crossed your face, as you continued your gentle exploration. Squeezing his sensitive thighs and making his breath hitch. Wrapping around his wrists and making him clear his throat. Firmly applying even pressure to his half hard…fully hard cock, as it strained against his codpiece.
Case: You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?
You: Not teasing, if I follow through…and I plan to, love.
Case: Babe…can you hold my wrists with the Force again later?
You: Absolutely.
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freesia-writes · 10 months
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Some Tup Love ❤️
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Doing all these one shots for clones I’ve never written before has been SO FUN! I somehow lost the ask post for this one, but here is the sweet little glimpse into this adorable boy for @fives-girlfriend <3
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“Come on, Tup. It’ll be awesome!” Hardcase exclaimed, clapping him on the back with enough enthusiasm to nearly knock him off his bench. 
“Yeah, they’ve never done this at 79s before!” Fives added, and even Dogma nodded vigorously through his mouthful of food. 
“I know, it’s just…” Tup began, but Jesse’s arrival, accompanied with a loud “who’s ready to party tonight?!” drowned out the rest of his reply. 
It was the talk of the mess hall -- Sy Snootles was coming to perform at 79s, and she was bringing along an infamous troupe of Twi’lek dancers, supposedly heralded throughout the galaxy as some of the most luscious and lascivious one could encounter. The clones who were lucky enough to be on Coruscant were undoubtedly excited, as they were rarely considered deserving of such luxuries. A few squads were planning to attend, the 501st being one of them, as you had heard on your lunch break. 
You worked with them frequently when they were on world, providing armor improvements, repairs, and tune-ups beyond what they would do for regular inspections. You were part of a small team that scuttled from armory to armory, equipping troopers with updated devices and outfitting new squads. The 501st boys were some of your favorites, having enough personality among them for the entire GAR. One in particular had always held a soft spot in your heart, with his unassuming demeanor and quiet insight. You’d chatted with him often while going over various armor components, and the stories he’d shared about the horrors of Umbara had broken your heart for him. He’d formed strong bonds with his brothers, especially after enduring that nightmare, and you’d felt your affection growing as you saw him grow from a fresh little rookie to a skilled negotiator, brave soldier, and man of strong convictions. 
If you were honest, he’d grown on you a lot. You found yourself daydreaming, during slow hours, of slowly freeing his hair from its neat little bun, running your fingers through it, and tracing your lips across his cheek to the little teardrop tattoo beneath his eye. But you’d also become close friends, and you were fairly certain that was the extent of his perspective and feelings toward you. There was an intimacy and familiarity between you that had been established as he’d shared some of his most vulnerable moments and harrowing experiences while you’d listened quietly, patting his hand and offering empathetic platitudes that couldn’t begin to match the magnitude of what he had been through. At some point, it had grown into more than just fondness, you’d realized, and it resulted in a simmering attraction that burned in your chest whenever you saw him. 
So when you found him at the back of the cluster of troopers waiting for the lift after lunch, and he caught sight of you as you approached him from the side, it sent a little shiver of tingles down your spine at the small smile that curved across his face. 
“CT-5385,” you said quietly, giving him a solemn salute that earned you an eyeroll as he looped his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into a warm side hug. 
“Cut it out,” he commanded, dropping his arm as you filtered into the crowded lift. “You heard all the fuss about 79s tonight?” he asked, barely audible over the rest of the chatter in the small space. 
“I did. You going?” you asked, feeling a sudden whirlwind of mixed emotions at it. 
“I’m not really feeling it, but it doesn’t sound like I have a choice,” Tup answered, shrugging and tipping his head toward his fellow blue-striped 501st brothers. 
“I can call you in for an emergency armor upgrade if you’d like,” you offered, to which he chuckled and shook his head. 
“Why don’t you just come?” he asked, looking up at you with those large honey-brown eyes. “It would make it a lot more bearable, that’s for sure.”
Your heart skipped a beat, wondering if he did have feelings for you after all, or if it was just the simple statement of one enjoying the company of a friend. You couldn’t help but smile, though, and tried to angle your face away from the light as you felt your cheeks grow slightly warm as you wondered about his affections. 
“I will if you will,” you said, resuming your light and airy attitude as the lift doors whooshed open. 
“Game on,” he declared, giving you the cheesiest finger guns you’d ever seen, promptly cringing at it, shrugging, and pulling his helmet on as he trotted off after his squad. 
“It’s a date?” you whispered under your breath as he disappeared around the corner.
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79s was packed to the brim, and clusters of troopers spilled out onto the streets all around it. The atmosphere was infectiously exciting, as though the entire world were on pause and tonight was a chance to escape it all for a few hours. There were three times as many food carts as usual, as the local vendors were quick to pick up on any chance for some extra business, and the entire block seemed like a party in itself. You started to feel anxious and out of place, as this wasn’t usually your thing. It had been something you and Tup had bonded over from the start -- a preference for more quiet, intellectual, serene spaces as opposed to the vibrant party scenes that more of the troopers opted for. 
You adjusted your outfit, feeling slightly self-conscious as it was decidedly more fitted and flattering than your simple work jumpsuit. You realized you had never really seen Tup in a more informal setting, as your interactions were primarily in the mess hall, the armory, or the barracks. All the questions and doubts began to swirl in your mind, amplified by the booming music that assaulted you as soon as you pushed your way into 79s. Heading straight for the bar and downing a double shot of liquid courage before you even looked around, you wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, returning the glass to the countertop and scanning the room for familiar faces.
“You’re off to an ambitious start,” came a smooth voice from behind you. “Lookin to stir up some trouble? Give those Twi’leks some competition?” You smirked, turning to face Fives, whose presence could be felt as much as heard. His boisterousness and joviality always brought a smile to your face, and you admired his ability to channel that even after his harrowing experiences at war. 
“Oh, you know me…” you said, shrugging as you felt the tingly burn down your throat, warming your chest. “Where are the rest of the boys?”
“Upstairs, for now. Lost a fight with the 212th for the table by the stage, but we’re plotting our revenge,” Fives said with a conspiratorial wink as he jerked his head toward the stairs, motioning you to come along. There was something different about tonight, whether it was the setting or the occasion or some strange alignment of the stars, and you just felt an apprehensive prickle down your spine, as though something were about to happen. You ordered another double shot, taking it with you as you trotted up the stairs after Fives. 
A couple whistles and hoots met you as you reached the top of the stairs, and you grinned bashfully as Hardcase and Jesse catcalled you while Fives announced your presence. It felt like being welcomed home, as cheesy as that sounded in your own head, with the kind familiarity and brotherly acceptance they always had for you. Hopefully not TOO brotherly… for all of them at least… Your eyes roved across their faces, finding the one that made your heart flutter. Tup was crushed in the corner of the booth, mercilessly squeezed between Hardcase and Dogma, arms pushed into his sides. You laughed at the sight of him, and he carefully arranged his features into sarcastic disdain when he met your eyes. 
“Our little armorer here thinks she can keep up with us,” Fives proclaimed, gesturing grandly toward you as you gave him a quizzical look, having promised no such thing. “So let’s show her a good time tonight, eh boys?” A cacophony of agreement, friendly taunts, and promises followed his words, and you shook your head, the elation of the moment sweeping you up, and downed the double shot in your hand in one gulp. 
“Ohhhhhhhh she ain’t messin around!!” Denal howled, slapping the table amid the cheers and squawks. 
“Alright, move out. I want to sit right THERE,” you demanded, pointing to the corner between Dogma and Tup, who were surprised by your sudden attention. Hardcase laughed, eternally ready to join in any sort of shenanigans and feeding off of your energy, and rose to his feet, pushing the rest of the clones right off the bench to make way for you to climb in. They filled back in, squeezing even more, and jostled each other for room until Kix toppled off the end and had to search for a chair instead. 
“Hey buddy,” you said to Tup, happily pressed against his side from shoulder to knee. His plastoid armor plates were carefully positioned to avoid digging an edge into your side, although as you snuggled in, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to slowly take each one off…
“You’re in rare form,” he noted, lifting an eyebrow at your effervescent attitude. “What was Fives on about?”
“That was all him,” you laughed, “But for some reason this just sounded really fun tonight. You excited about the dancers? Perhaps get yourself a special one?” Why were you baiting him like this? Your head felt a little bubbly, and the wild atmosphere was doing nothing to help it. Tup gave a low chuckle, dropping his eyes to the table, tracing his finger around a ring of condensation drops from his tall drink.
“Jesse threatened to buy me one, but I doubt he’ll go through with it. He’d rather spend the credits on drinks for the ladies…” 
“Well. You deserve a break. You can’t keep everything pent up inside all the time,” you affirmed, nodding confidently as you shifted to survey the rest of the crowd. Tup looked up at the side of your face, suddenly pensive and solemn, as though he yearned to speak. You felt his eyes on you and turned back curiously, eyebrows lifted and an inviting smile on your lips, but he just returned your grin with a small one of his own, shook his head a little, and followed your previous glance out to the crowd as the announcer began introducing the infamous guest stars. 
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The show seemed to go on forever, punctuated with breaks where the performers would come out and work the crowd… both literally and figuratively. The booth had emptied a bit, as the troopers scattered to the refresher, the bar, and other groups. You and Tup had been lost in conversation, heads leaned together, living through adventures and faraway thoughts, completely engrossed in each other’s company. The connection was absolutely vibrant, and you felt pulled to him more than ever before. The general raucousness of the bar got louder as the performers were making their way upstairs, scattering to dance and laugh with the clones there. You felt a sudden flare of passion, a mixture of jealousy, protectiveness, and the mounting pressure of all the feelings you had for this trooper that you’d been stifling for so long. 
Two of the dancers whirled over to the booth, purring their invitations. One slowly sat on the eager knees Jesse, who laughed and yelled, “For free?!” The other climbed onto the bench on all fours and began crawling toward Tup, who looked alarmed. In a rush of emotion, you scrambled to get up, banging your knee on the table incredibly hard as you suddenly threw yourself across Tup’s lap. As you straddled him, you turned and put a hand out toward the Twi’lek. 
“This one’s mine, honey!” you said, channeling all the sass you’d ever seen on the holovids. The performer laughed, waggling her finger at you and sidling back out of the booth, only to be quickly scooped up by a pilot trooper. You turned back to Tup, resting your hands on his shoulders and looking down at him now from your perch on his lap. He was sitting straight as an arrow, hands held up slightly out to the sides as if he didn’t know where to put them. Heat blossomed across your cheeks and throughout your chest, and you laughed, trying to seem lighthearted but also not wanting to move anytime soon.
“I’m just looking out for you,” you said teasingly, glancing over your shoulders in mock fright as though there were horrors lurking around every corner. As you came back to him, he let out a laugh that almost sounded forced, and you noticed his eyebrows were working overtime to conceal the cesspool of emotions that were funneling through his brain.
“Thank goodness,” he breathed, with another nervous chuckle, awkwardly lowering his hands to the outsides of your thighs and setting them down so precariously, you’d think you were made of glass. 
“Better make it convincing though,” you said, lifting your hands to his hair, where you gently pulled the band off of his ever-present man bun. His textured brown locks toppled down, holding their shape where they’d been twisted around each other day after day. It was comical, as it lay in messy tufts around his shoulders and one decidedly large bump in the middle, but it was also incredibly sexy, and you felt yourself literally salivating. You also felt a panic settle in all of a sudden, wondering if you were wildly crossing the line… Or perhaps you were getting a question answered that had been burning for a long time now. 
He lifted his chin, eyes fluttering shut for a full second as you slowly, painstakingly raked your fingers through his hair, now free of its tight constraint. Your hands continued across his skull, down the back of his neck, and then forward along each side of his jawline until they came together at his chin, where you finished by giving his nose a tiny boop. His eyes widened, realizing your face was within inches of his, and he suddenly shifted himself to the side, knocking you off balance and onto the bench. He scrambled out of the booth, catching one quick glimpse from Jesse, who had been oblivious to you two due to the undulating distraction in front of him.
You felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, cringing so hard at the thought that you may have just ruined everything, and you flailed to get out of the booth after him. You caught sight of him disappearing out the balcony door (you didn’t know 79s had a balcony did ya? It does now!) just as it closed behind him. Pausing before following him out, you watched him lean on the railing, looking at the Coruscant underworld stretching out before him as his hair drifted across his eyes in the speeder-induced breeze. His expression was unreadable, and startled you in how foreign it looked. 
Taking a deep breath, you ventured outside, steeling yourself to try to patch things up. You pulled up next to the railing next to him and faced the city skyline, feeling too sheepish to meet him head-on. You fumbled for words, wringing your hands together in not-so-subtle anxiety. “I’m sorry…” you began.
“Don't ever do that again!,” he said suddenly, startling you into standing up straight and facing him fully. You were filled with regret, looking up at him apologetically and readying your explanations, until he continued speaking in a low growl that sent an electric shock through you. “You have no idea what it does to me…” he admitted, voice slightly hoarse at the end. He slowly stood from his lean over the railing, leaving one hand on it and turning toward you, the other hand pushing his hair out of his face. As your eyes found his, you were lost in the rich brown pools of emotion, accentuated by the wild mess of his hair that made him look like an entirely different person. His hand clenched at his side, and he shifted his eyes off to the horizon again. 
“What does it do to you, Tup?” you asked quietly, and he closed his eyes at his name, soft on your lips, before slowly opening them and taking a step closer. The intensity of his gaze and the singular focus of his presence were electrifying, and you felt as though your insides were trembling. 
“It drives me crazy,” he whispered, some dark waves twisting across his forehead as the breeze ruffled past. He looked from eye to eye, taking in your face with an enamored stare as though he were seeing it for the first time. “I don’t want to make things awkward. I love our talks. I love getting to see you. I love your wit, your intelligence, your curiosity…” His confession had been coming out more confidently but hit an abrupt halt as his gaze dropped to the ground. “I’m sorry if it ruins our friendship,” he said with a resigned tone, and your heart took a tentative leap in your chest as you processed his words, hoping they meant what you thought they did. 
Fueled by his vulnerability and absolutely irresistible look, you reached for him, slipping your hands around the back of his neck, one slightly roving up into the roots of his hair at the base of his neck, and pulled him gently toward you. His arms were around you in a flash, and after one last meaningful, searching glance that seemed to stretch out into eternity, he closed the distance and kissed you deeply. Your tiny gasp of delight was swallowed up by his mouth pressed against yours, muscles tightening around you, pulling you against his armor. His hair gently tickled your cheeks, and you savored the taste of his lips, the scent of his shampoo, and the electrifying excitement of being in his embrace. 
He pulled back, mouth falling open as though he couldn’t believe what had just happened, and stared at you in awe. You offered a sheepish smile, giddy at the sight of him so shocked and enthralled. He lowered his hands to take yours, shaking his head at the ground, still dumbfounded. 
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you admitted, and he jerked his head back up to you, mouth curving into an elated smile. “You’re my favorite, Tup. You’re brave and insightful and kind and complex… I think the world of you.” Each word you spoke seemed to inflate him more and more with an overjoyed enchantment that lit up his face in a way you hadn’t seen before. 
“I didn’t think people saw us as unique enough to be interested… for real…” he murmured, and you shook your head, surprised and sad that he’d have such a notion. You lifted a hand to his cheek, which sent his eyebrows up a little further, and touched your nose to his. 
“Well I do,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again. He eagerly reciprocated, pressing one hand against the small of your back and drawing the other up between your shoulder blades. His lips were so soft, yet firm and commanding, and his nose pressed into your cheek. There was more of a passion to it now, an intimacy and urgency that set off fireworks in your soul, and you dug your hands into his hair again, relishing the thick tufts between your fingers as you clenched it gently at the roots. A satisfied rumble came from his chest, and he tilted his head, deepening the kiss until you were seeing stars. When he finally let you go, you gasped in as much of the cold night air as you could as though it alone were tethering you to reality. He smiled, face inches away, glowing with wonder. 
“I think there might be more of those Twi’leks up here,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye, and you laughed breathlessly. “Better make it convincing,” he murmured, turning to back you up against the side of the building, leaning in with a sudden confidence, and bringing his hands to your face. He was kissing you again, pressing against you all over, hands roving from cheek to shoulder to waist to hair. It felt as though a dam had broken, and so much that had been held at bay was crashing down in the most incredible, unbelievable way. You lifted your leg, wrapping it around him, and he immediately gripped it with a gloved hand, moving his armored thigh and hip into you for support and stability. Kissing your way down his neck as he rolled his head to the side, closing his eyes in blissful abandon, you gave the top of his turtleneck a little snap, sending both of you into a quiet giggle fit as you held yourselves together. Every inch yearned to be connected, and you slowly lowered your leg, nestling your head into his neck and shoulder, not daring to move lest you wake up from this dream. 
“I guess we did show you a decent time tonight, eh?” he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a warm, protective hug.
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sunshinesdaydream · 4 months
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MY FRIEND! Could I trouble you for…
"sorry, that was my first kiss." "i could tell." "...." "i'm kidding!"
With your beloved Hardcase? 🥰
Thanks for the ask, and sorry it took a bit! This is going to be the fluffy version that I switched to. There is a much more angsty one in my drafts now, but would also be a multi chapter. So, for now... fluffy.
Prompt: Will be in BLUE "sorry, that was my first kiss." "i could tell." "...." "i'm kidding!" Pairing: Hardcase x GN! Reader Word Count: 731
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The depths of a Star Cruiser was not what you expected when you joined the GAR as a droid technician. But you should have. You thought you might be stationed on some planet and have a rotation of droids dropped off to maintain. Somewhere not Corrillia. You had honestly hoped against Coruscant too. You wanted to actually see nature at some point in your life.  But here you were, bound in durasteel walls, the droid depot didn’t have viewports.  Due to lack of recruits with appropriate abilities you were the only tech assigned to the forward depot. You had met the old man that ran the aft depot. A cranky, hateful man. 
The rest of the nat born crew looked at anyone with jobs requiring manual labor with disdain. So you avoided the cafeteria set aside for them. You ducked in to get your food and then headed back to your workshop. Most of the mechanics did the same. Mostly the troopers ignored you. Likely self preservation. The only thing the people who looked down on manual labor disliked more was clones. 
You were bored, lonely, the droids you repaired for the most part were meek things with little to no personality.
Then one day a trooper stuck his head into the depot. “Oh, Hi!” He said with a smile. 
Confused, troopers never came down here. “Can I help you?”
He shrugged as he came in. “I’m just looking around. Got bored, so I thought I would see what was down here.  Are you always down here by yourself?”
The trooper, Hardcase you had learned, didn’t leave until you had reached the end of the shift you worked. He asked questions and told you stories, made you laugh. 
When he found out you were going to get your meal and hide back with the droids he put an arm around you and pulled you to the troopers’ mess and to the table with several others. They were all welcoming, a couple asking questions about droids. 
From then on Hardcase appeared when he wasn’t planetside or on duty. He and the others you had met made sure you had your meals with the troopers. 
You gained friends, a lot of them. But Hardcase became your best friend. That is, until you realized you had fallen for him.  You didn’t want to chance loosing him altogether, so you kept it quiet. Or told yourself you would. Until one day when your inner conflict overflowed into the outside. 
Hardcase is on one of the stools in the room, half out of his armor and cleaning a part for you. He claimed he needed something to do with his hands while he told you about the battle they had just been in. 
You become distracted by your internal argument. Tell him and chance losing him? Chance telling him how you feel? Maybe he feels the same? 
Hardcase calling your name brought you back to the present. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” He asked, urgently. He had moved and was on one knee next to where you were sitting. 
“I’m fine,” you answer, slightly confused and embarrassed. “Sorry I got lost in thought. Tell me about it again?” 
“No, you’re hurting. If you don’t tell me I can’t help,” he says plaintively. His warm hands cupped your face. That’s when you realize your cheeks were wet, and your eyes welled up again. 
He presses his forehead to yours, “Cyare, please?”
You close your eyes as tears slide down your cheeks to his hands, “I’m in love with you, but I didn’t want to loose you as a friend. I’m sorry I…”
You are interrupted by his laughter. Your eyes fly open to his, glittering with joy, just more than an inch from yours. His nose bumps yours, “we need to teach you more mando’a.  Cyare is beloved”
Then he kisses you very gently. When he pulls back it’s with a slightly embarrassed chuckle, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, that was my first kiss." He says. 
"I could tell." You answer, getting back at him for laughing. His eyes widen and he tries to find words. 
"I'm kidding!" You giggle, “how would I know? It was my first too,”
“Then maybe we both should practice,” he says, wrapping you in his arms and leaning in for another kiss as you giggle again. 
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anxiouspineapple99 · 10 months
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Summary: Reader is trying to cope with her loss of Echo when she gets unexpected news.
Pairing: Echo x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: angst, major character death, established relationship, sexually suggestive content so minors shoo! Not for your eyes!
A/N: Was I extra with this one? Yep. ADHD hyper fixation had me in her grips tonight. This is the most spicy content I have ever written which is kind of a big deal for me. Reblogs and comments are always loved and appreciated!
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How many agonizing rotations had passed since that soul wrenching day? The day where Fives and Rex showed up at your door, armor still dirty, faces stained with tears to tell you Echo was gone. Rex hadn’t known about you before that day. Fives had to tell him when Rex caught him trying to sneak out of the Coruscant barracks to go see you. Rex insisted he come too. It was only right that their commanding officer be there for the delivery of the news, he’d said. You still felt guilty that your first meeting with your lover’s captain that he’d held in such high esteem had been the one so raw with emotion. When you opened your door to the knock your stomach sank. Seeing Fives there with Rex and no Echo? You knew something was wrong immediately.
“Miss, I am Captain Rex of the 501st. I am so sorry to have to tell you this but there was an incident on our most recent mission. ARC Trooper Echo sacrificed himself honorably and bravely for our team. He is a hero. ARC Trooper Fives tells me you two were…close. We wanted to tell you the news in person.” Your scream echoed through the halls of your apartment building as you collapsed to the permacrete floor, gripping the doorframe in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. You’d been a wailing mess as they escorted you inside to your sofa. You begged him to be lying, to be wrong, there was a mistake. Not your Echo. Please not your Echo.
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Fives took it upon himself to check in on you regularly. Echo had shared plans for your future with him. Plans he hadn’t even told you about yet. Marriage, kids, all of it. That made you as good as married already in Fives’ mind and he’d promised his brother he’d keep you safe should anything happen. You’d laughed when he told you how shocked he’d been when Echo told him about you. His brother knew his reg manuals inside and out and there he was confessing he had a very against regulations girlfriend? Fives was so proud. You made Fives laugh when you told him that Echo still enjoyed reading those reg manuals out loud to you for fun.
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How many gut wrenching rotations had passed since Rex had to show up to your door again? This time alone to tell you about Fives. You’d lost count of those too. Fives had been your rock, your brother, and your friend after losing Echo. When the pain was so much you couldn’t manage it, Fives would send you holograms recounting his favorite memories of Echo. You’d send the same back. He’d take you out for caf every time he was on Coruscant. Somehow it helped. It felt like you were keeping him alive somehow. And then Fives was gone. All that were left were the holorecordings Echo left you. He’d send them before and after every mission and during regular intervals on deployment. Some days you still did nothing but lay in bed and watch them, over and over. To see his face. To hear his voice.
Hey there mesh’la. Shipping out tomorrow. Just wanted to let you know I’ll be dark on coms until we’re done. Can’t wait to hold you again. Dinner last night was fantastic! Thank you. I’ll cook for you next time.
Cyar’ika. We’re back aboard the Resolute. I am safe and no worse for wear. I thought of you every moment I was on that Maker forsaken Separatist stink hole. I adore you. I hope you’re sleeping well right now. Your voice will be a melody to my ears when I hear back from you.
Cyare, Fives bet Hardcase ten credits that he wouldn’t do a backflip off the bunks tonight. Kix says it would have turned out a lot worse had the Captain not walked in at the same time and broken Hardcase’s fall. They’ll be in med bay for a couple of days and now Fives has ‘fresher duty. Completely worth it. Miss you my sweet sarad. Only four more rotations until I can have you in my arms again.
I know I just left your apartment, my darling. But I still wanted to send you this. This mission is different. It feels different. It’s dangerous and even though we’ve trained endlessly it is also unpredictable. I want you to know you have my whole heart for my whole life and beyond. In the unlikely chance I don’t make it out this time, I love you. Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.
That last one always brought you to tears; his final message to you. Echo was always the epitome of calm, cool, and collected. He rarely outwardly shared unease. Had he been uneasy when he left you, his kiss still burning on your lips?
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You’d watched the hologram from Rex at least a dozen times.
I believe Echo is alive. I’m going to get him back. I’ll send you another holo when I have more information.
That was all he said. It had been waiting for you after a long day at work. You hadn’t received any messages since Echo’s last so you were surprised to see one waiting for you. It had left you shaking, hoping, praying to whatever cosmic force that would listen. There was no amount of credits you would have paid to get Echo back. If you thought it would have brought him back you would have robbed the Banking Clan blind. You would have stolen from the Hutts. Nothing would have stopped you. And now it was a possibility. So you waited. And waited.
Then it happened. Your comlink buzzed and you nearly dropped it while trying to answer, “Yes, Rex? Rex?” You didn’t bother trying to conceal the eagerness in your voice. “Yes, it’s me. We found him. We found Echo. He’s alive. But he’s…been through a lot. The Techno Union they…well you’ll understand when you see him. He looks a little different than the last time you saw him. He and his new squad are en route to Kamino to have their doctors give him a once over. I’ve arranged for his sergeant to bring him to see you ASAP. Sergeant Hunter of Clone Force 99. He’s a good man. It was his squad, myself, and General Skywalker that extracted Echo.” Your voice quivered, “Thank you, Rex. Thank you.” You could hear the smile in Rex’s voice, “He’s my friend. My brother. It was my duty to bring him back. Thank you for loving him too.” You squeezed your eyes shut and covered your mouth to muffle the joyous sobs you couldn’t hold back. “I know our relationship is,” you managed between hiccuping breaths, “against regulations…” “I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone. Just try to be discreet please.” You laughed, something in Rex’s tone told you this wasn’t the only secret relationship he was hiding from the GAR. “Utmost discretion captain,” you giggled, “to be fair you had no idea about us before.” Rex chuckled, “That is true. Well I’ll be seeing you around then. Best wishes. To you both.” “Thank you again, Rex. Goodbye.”
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The waiting was almost bearable this time. You knew you were waiting for him to come home to you now. Would he remember you? Would he love you still? Even if he didn’t, he was alive. That’s all you cared about. When that fateful knock on your door finally came, you were ready for whatever would be waiting on the other side.
“Hello miss.”
“You must be Sergeant Hunter,” you noticed how different he looked from the other clones you’d met and remembered Rex’s description of unconventional.
“I am. It’s a pleasure. Corporal Echo has told me so much about you.” His presence was kind and reassuring.
“Corporal?”
“Yes, he’s the Hero of Anaxes. Earned himself a nice promotion.”
You beamed, ever proud of your beloved Echo, “Where is he?”
Echo stepped out from around the corner, helmet tucked under his right arm, still wearing a kama just in black now instead of the 501st blue and white, “Hello mesh’la.”
You were awestruck as your stomach nearly somersaulted out of your chest. Rex was right, he did look different. But you’d know your Echo anywhere. Those were his eyes looking at you with trepidation and love, that was his voice calling you beautiful, those were his lips that you’ve dreamed about every single night. You choked back a sob and leapt into his arms. He stumbled slightly, clearly taken aback by your reaction. He only hesitated a heartbeat before wrapping his left arm around you. He was home.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” Hunter softly said as a smile crossed his face. “Echo, we leave at 0500 tomorrow. I’ll see you on the Marauder then. Have a great evening.”
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You pulled back and waved to Hunter as you dragged Echo inside. You stood for a moment drinking him in. He closed his eyes as you silently ran your fingertips over every inch of his exposed skin. You heard his breath hitch as you brushed down his neck and along his lips. A smile crept across them as he broke the silence, “This was not the reaction I had anticipated.” You caressed his cheek, “And what reaction did you think you were going to get?” He opened his eyes and grimaced, “Anger. Fear. Disgust. Resentment. I don’t exactly look the same. And I’m showing up at your doorstep after you thought me dead. I wouldn’t blame you if you’ve moved on.” Your hands dropped to his shoulders as you met his eyes earnestly, “Oh no. No no. You want to know what I’m feeling?” He gave a sad smile and shrugged. You stroked his cheek again as you continued, “Relief. Joy. Love. That’s what I feel my darling. I would have watched the whole karking galaxy burn if it meant I got you back.” He smiled this time happily, pressing his forehead to yours. You closed your eyes and brushed your nose against his as you continued to speak, repeating the final phrase he’d said to you back to him, “Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.”
That was all it took for his resolve to crumble. He wrapped you in his arms as he kissed you with a fervent desperation. You matched his passion, tasting him again left you ravenous for every part of him. You moaned as he gently nibbled your bottom lip, something he remembered always drove you wild. Hearing your response elicited a devious smile from him as he hoisted you up by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bed. He gently lay you down, kissing you down your neck and into the dip of your collarbone. His left hand explored your thigh, as if recalling a memory. He paused long enough to yank his glove off with his teeth and resumed the exploration of your skin. He pressed his thigh between your legs, muscles flexing and rubbing the delicate spot that yearned for him in every way. He dragged his fingertips across your skin with a featherlight touch that sent chills reverberating through you. He suddenly pulled back wincing.“My flower,” he whispered, “I don’t know how…different this will be. I don’t know if, or how, the cybernetics will affect-” You stopped him, “We will find out together. We will relearn together. We will find a new normal, together.” And you did. You spent the night in the deepest throes of passion, wrapped in each other’s arms. A sheen of sweat covered you both as you explored and discovered new methods of love making as well as discovering which of your old methods still left you screaming each other’s names to the stars.
Echo left early the next morning. You vaguely heard his departure filled with whispers of ‘I love you’s, kisses peppered across your face, along your collarbone, and covering every centimeter of your neck. When you finally rolled out of bed, you noticed the cup of caf on your bedside table and the flashing indicator that there was a holo message waiting for you.
Good morning cyar’ika. I made your caf just how you like it. I miss you already. Hunter says after this mission he will have Tech bring us back for a longer stay planet-side. Wrecker is excited to hit up 79s again. You’ll like them, my new squad. They’ll like you too, how could they not? I love you, my sarad. I’ll see you soon.
Your Echo was alive. And it wouldn’t be long before he was safe in your arms again.
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nooneherebutusghosts · 7 months
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I’m looking at references of Tup and Dogma’s vambraces for personal/secret reasons and I love that you can see the love and care(or lack of) they put into each other’s paint. 
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Like with Tup the only bit of paint that’s not just hastily put on is the tear and the ring of blue around his visor. And with the vambrace and gauntlet there’s like more layers of paint there and then it’s like he just runs out of paint when he gets to the pauldron. 
Then we have Dogma. 
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Bar the paint being scrubbed off due to wear and use, it’s precise and clean. he took the time to paint around the comm. Even his bucket is neatly painted and straight as the arrow on his head! 
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So anyways, I propose a headcanon that Tup lost all steam to paint his bucket and got Dogma to do it for him. 
Edit: Looking at Hardcase’s armor though.. maybe it was actually him who did it xD HMMMM. Goddamn it. Foiled by canon. DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT I NEED THE VAMBRACES FOR REFERENCE.  
edit #2: HARDCASE AND DOGMA COLLABORATED BUT ONLY BECAUSE DOGMA ASKED HIM TO. (He can’t draw curved lines to save his life and wants Tup’s markings to be perfect so he grabs Hardcase to do the tear.)
edit #3: Now I need a fic where Dogma, upon seeing Hardcase’s perfect circles on his armor, plonks Tup’s bucket infront of him and just awkwardly admits he admired his perfect circular circles and would like for him to do the tear. 
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cloneshipping7567 · 11 months
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Romantic Confessions Part 4
Part 4/30
4. “You deserve to know.”
Pairing: Kix x Jesse
Rating/WC: M/2084
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Jesse sighs heavily, taking his bucket off and sitting on his bunk. Umbara had been such a rough mission, taking everything out of him it feels like.
He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, looking down into the visor of his helmet held in the other. They lost so many brothers on that stupid hell-planet.
He had been very close to Hardcase, viewing him as a good friend. His ways were rowdy and chaotic, but Jesse had adored it; encouraged it and joined in, even.
The door to the barracks opens and closes as a trooper joins him, and he sighs to himself before looking up.
Kix makes his way over to Jesse, standing right in front of him. "Jesse," he greets softly. His voice is tired, hollow.
Jesse gives him a sad smile, placing the bucket on the floor by the head of his bed. "How many did we lose?" he asks, removing his pauldron.
Kix looks away, taking his own helmet off and throwing it on the bunk above Jesse's. "Half of the 501st, 5 from Torrent. If...if you count Dogma."
Jesse chokes on his inhale, looking up at Kix with wide eyes. "Half?" He stands up, removing his Kama and placing it next to his pauldron.
Kix nods, removing his gloves and placing them in his helmet. "Gonna have a lot of shines to get used to," he tries to joke. It falls flat when his voice breaks.
Jesse sighs, removing his boots and placing them at the end of the bed. Kix does the same and lines them up next to Jesse's. "I know he tried to kill me and Fives, but I'm going to miss him," he says softly. Kix's face twists, and Jesse huffs a laugh. "I mean, he was a tight ass, but he meant well."
Kix shakes his head, roughly pulling away his armor and shoving it on the top bunk. "I don't care what he meant. I'll never forgive him."
Jesse quirks a brow, carefully unclasping his own armor before gently setting them on his mattress. "I heard Fives is being re-stationed with us," he says softly, trying to lighten the mood again. "At least we'll have one familiar face in Torrent."
Kix works on removing the rest of his armor, seemingly lost in thought. He isn't usually so careless with his gear, simply throwing it on the bunk without care where it lands.
Jesse finishes taking off his own armor, carefully putting everything away in the chest at the foot of the bunk. He sighs and turns to look at Kix, now just in his blacks. Kix might be upset over Dogma, but there's always the same, one thing that Kix gets stuck on after ever battle. "You did the best you could, Kix. Krell had it out for us."
Kix works his jaw, staring at the floor defiantly. His hands start to shake, and his breathing grows just a smidge harder.
Jesse sits heavily on his bunk, rubbing at his brow. "It was nice working with Fives again," he says, attempting to change the subject to a lighter one. "It was so exhilarating to fly those things."
Kix looks up then, leveling Jesse with an intense stare. "You almost got yourself executed," he says, voice pained.
Jesse wants to look away from the accusatory stare, but he finds he can't. "But I didn't," Jesse mumbles. "Thanks to you guys."
Kix scoffs. "I almost killed you. I almost had to kill you." He steps closer, and Jesse has to tilt his head up to keep eye contact. "I couldn't...I can't bear the thought that-"
"Hey," Jesse cuts him off, reaching out and squeezing Kix's wrist gently to help ground him. "You didn't, though. You aimed above me. You were never going to shoot me"
"What if you died?" Kix asks, voice raw with pain and face twisted in a mix of rage and sadness. "What if I had been the only one to aim high? What if I lost you?" Kix pulls his hand away from Jesse's grip, crossing his arms over his chest. He's standing so rigidly, as if he might fall apart if he allows himself to relax.
Jesse frowns, standing up to be face to face with Kix. "Then I would have died," he says simply. He crosses his own arms loosely over his stomach, less defensive and more just to have a place for them to rest. "And that wouldn't have been on you. I knew what I was doing when I disobeyed Krell. I knew the potential consequences. I knew I would either die taking that ship down, or I would get court-marshaled. I did it anyway."
Kix finally looks away, expression completely distraught. "No. Don't-don't..." Kix swallows thickly. His arms are twitching, as if he's consciously holding them back.
Jesse frowns, reaching out to place a hand on Kix's shoulder. "Hey. What's going on? Don't what?" He squeezes gently when Kix doesn't acknowledge him at first.
Kix looks back at him, mouth twisted into a frown. "Don't do stupid shit like that. Don't die. Don't-don't leave me." His arms uncross, and he balls his hands into fists at his sides.
Jesse furrows his brows in confusion. "Kix, this is what we were bred for. We die all the time, we-"
"I know!" Kix cuts him off. "I know clones die every day, I know we were made for this. But you, Jesse, you can't die!” Kix’s hands comes up to twist in Jesse’s blacks, fisting his top. His eyes are wide and frantic, shifting rapidly as he takes in Jesse's face.
Jesse’s breath hitches, confused by the sudden intensity. “I’m nothing special, Kix,” he says, his own hands moving to gently grab at Kix’s elbows.
“You are!” Kix argues, eyes hardened with anger and his teeth bared. “You are special! You’re-you’re-“ he chokes on his words, eyes frantically searching Jesse’s face as he tries to think of the right words.
“Kix?” He asks in a whisper, his own eyes wide with confusion and shock. He knows that he and Kix are best friends. Jesse would do literally anything for Kix. Not even just to save him or keep him alive; he would do anything to just see Kix smile, relax, be happy. But he never, not even once in all the years they've worked together, allowed himself to believe Kix might feel the same way.
Kix huffs in annoyance at his own inability to speak, shuffling closer to Jesse. Jesse’s hands slide to Kix’s upper arms. “I love you,” he finally gets out, eyes focused intensely on Jesse’s. “You deserve to know.”
Jesse’s eyes widen, and he holds his breath. He processes the words slowly, much slower than he’d like to admit. But then he finally understands, understands why Kix was so upset about Jesse specifically. Understands that Jesse has been an idiot all these years.
A memory suddenly resurfaces in his mind, now bittersweet after Umbara. He had just told Hardcase he thought he liked Kix more than a friend. Hardacse had only snorted, rolling his eyes and leaning back in the chair. "Yeah, no shit. Friends don't look at each other like that," he had said.
At the time, Jesse had only been embarrassed that he was being so obvious about his crush. But the words take on a new meaning; Hardcase was telling Jesse that Kix looked at him the same way. He didn't say, "you don't look at him like you do a friend." No, he had said "friends don't look at each other like that."
Jesse experimentally moves his hands up the rest of the length of Kix’s arms, before sliding them down Kix’s sides. He hesitates as they rest on his waist, above his hips, searching the other trooper’s eyes.
Kix’s eyes go wide in surprise at first, before he steps just that much closer to Jesse. One more step, and they would be chest to chest. He lets go of Jesse’s shirt, flattening his hands so his palms can move up his chest until he can cup Jesse’s face with one hand and the back of his neck with the other. “Jesse?” He asks, voice a mixture of hesitation and hope.
Jesse grins at him, his own eyes going half-lidded. “Kix,” he drawls, pulling the medic that one steps closer. He has to suppress a shiver, surprised by how much he enjoys feeling the body heat through their blacks.
If the way Kix's breath hitches in any indication, Jesse can guess he likes the new feeling too. "Are you just going to stare at me, Jess, or are you going to kiss me?"
Jesse smirks; there he is. The cocky, spit-fire medic Jesse fell for so long ago. "Mm," Jesse says, pretending to think on it. "I guess I could kiss you, if you asked-"
Kix rolled his eyes and leaned forward himself, cutting Jesse off with his own lips. He gently uses the hand on the back of Jesse's neck to press him even closer.
Jesse almost gasps in surprise, but manages to keep it at bay. Instead, he leans closer and moves their lips together, gently squeezing Kix's hips.
Kix gently sighs into the kiss, a blissed sound that Jesse really wants to hear again. He pulls away for just a second as he moves the thumb of the hand cupping Jesse's face to move down his jawline and rest in the middle of Jesse's chin. Then he leans in again, connecting their lips once more.
Jesse tilts his head into Kix's hand, before reaching out to swipe his tongue along Kix's bottom lip. Kix makes that same sound again, and Jesse uses the motion to slip his tongue inside.
Kix makes a pleased noise from the back of his throat, meeting Jesse's tongue with his own. They slide together between their lips, simply exploring for now.
One of Jesse's hands move up Kix's back, pressing gently so there's no space left between them. It earns him another soft gasp, and Jesse pulls away to smirk at him. "Kix," Jesse says, pressing their lips together once more in a quick peck before leaning back to look at his face.
Kix's lips are redder than usual, his cheeks flushed just slightly. His eyes flutter open, and he tilts his head to the side and looks up at Jesse beneath his lashes. His own lips turn into a smile, and he laughs breathlessly.
Jesse hums, pleased at the sight. He brushes their lips together softly, before taking in the view again. "Gorgeous," he whispers softly.
Kix scoffs, but his cheeks are warm and his smile grows just a bit wider. "Shut up," he mumbles in response.
Jesse smirks, sitting on the bed and letting his hands stay on Kix's hips. Kix's hands slide down and off of him, unable to reach where he's still standing. Jesse pulls the other clone closer, in between his knees, and smirks up at the shocked look on Kix's face. "Well? Are you just gonna stare at me, or are you gonna kiss me?"
Kix scoffs again, rolling his eyes, but he's still smiling. "Little shit," he accuses. He rests his hands on Jesse's shoulders, before slowly dragging them up his neck. One hand cups his jaw, and Jesse turns his head to kiss the palm softly. Kix's breath hitches at the soft touch, but his other hand curls under Jesse's jaw and leads him to look up at Kix. The medic smiles down at him, eyes dark and half lidded, and he carefully shifts so he's straddling Jesse's lap.
Jesse's own breath hitches, and he swallows thickly. He keeps one hand on Kix's hip, and moves the other up to the small of Kix's back to help him balance.
Kix settles over Jesse's legs, half-sitting on Jesse's knees while still supporting most of his own weight with his crouch. His eyes search Jesse's, a little wary now.
Jesse lets his smirk melt into a genuine smile, conveying how very okay he is with this turn of events. "Kix," he says the other clone's name like a prayer, like it's the most beautiful word in the world.
Kix shivers, before tightening his grip on Jesse's neck and leaning down to connect their lips again.
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matchademi · 7 months
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Falls is done. He can't do this war anymore. He can't keep losing brothers, both in his medbay and out of his grasp. He lost Hardcase,Tup has disappeared, Fives is staying under the radar, Kix is MIA, and the entire Guard deserted a year ago. He knows why. And he doesn't blame them. He has seen how the Senate and the GAR have treated them. He knows about the Blackout missions. So he isn't angry. He feels abandoned, but he understands. And it makes his own escape easier, knowing that Dogma is with them, his batchmate alive and well with the rest of the Kit'ikas. He feels horrible about leaving Torrent, his captain. But he can't keep fighting. He isn't meant for the front, and despite his entire upbringing and what was coded into him. He isn't meant for war. He is meant to heal and help, and being CMO is breaking him (although he knows that he has been long broken since Umbara). He needs to leave, and he has a plan on how they are currently on a planet that has a lot of small fighters around. Falls knows that they are basically rusted bolt buckets, but it's a way out of the Stars forsaken war, so beggars can't be chosers. He has planned this out, take the night watch before sneaking to the ship he has been secretly fixing so it can fly and get into hyperspace and leave as fast as he can so he isn't caught. So Falls continues on with his day, trying to save brothers who are lost causes, getting shot, and since he is the senior most medic now, he has to patch himself. And finally, nightfall comes, as planned. He takes the night shift and waits for his brothers to fall asleep before taking his armor off and scattering it around, Falls then takes off the shirt blacks, throwing it behind a rock, pulling on his sweater that Stitch made him before booking it to the fighter he set aside. He grinned as he sits in the cockpit and slowly turning on the engine, doing small checks that he watched Hawk do thousands of times before taking off. His grip tight until he gets off planet and finally into hyperspace. "I'm free...I don't have to fight anymore...." Tears slowly drip down his face as he cheers before he realises. He has nowhere to go "kark.... I don't have a ton of fuel....well, I'll figure out more later on. I gonna nap for an hour.." he slowly dozes off.
An hour later, he gets a call on his com, and he immediately panics. "Am I caught? Kark kark kark..." he looks at the message before realizing it's from Tech. It's coordinates, ones that he can get to. He knows he should be careful and nervous as to how the Bad Batch knew he deserted, but he shrugs it off after rescuing Echo. The anger between between them disappeared, and they became close, so he trusted Tech to not stray him wrong and input the coordinates before watching the blue swirl of hyperspace. He zones out until he is out of hyperspace coming face to face with a ship. It's smaller than the ventetors that he is used to, but compared to his dinky little fighter, it's huge, so he immediately panics before seeing the fox insignia on the side and relaxs a bit before panicking again since he knows the guard is protective of their own and might view him as a threat. His fighter beeps as a transmission beeps, Falls takes a deep breath awnsering "Nightwatch to unknown ship identify yourself" he thinks its Static, who he doesn't know all that well. "My name is Falls. I'm a deserter of the GAR. I'm not a threat, was close to the guard, but if you don't want me around, I just need a little bit of fuel‐"he gets cut off "don't be a idiot Ori'vod. You can come aborde." It's obviously Dogma that says this, and Falls smiles,"understood Ma'ika, landing now. " he slowly lands his ship. It's bumpy, and he nearly crashes, but he lands safely. He quickly climbs out with his hands up, just in case when he feels himself get vode piled by the Kit'ikas. "I can't believe you're here!!!" Steeljaw cheers. Falls feels himself get emotional. He was missed. They still care about him... he hears someone clear their throat, Falls looks over and tenses, seeing Commander Fox "hello sir I'm sorry for the intrusion I just deserted the GAR, I know I wasn't followed, I got the coordinates accidentally via Tech from the Bad Batch. No one outside of the Guard,Tech, and myself knows where you are, and I can lea‐" his panicked babbling gets cut off "we are not asking you to leave actually were were all hoping you could stay. The Kit'ikas adore you, and the medics would wring my neck if I asked you to go. So what do you say?" Fox smiles, and Falls can't do anything else, but agree, the pile he is under cheers, when Arcane and Falls basks in it.
He finally feels at home
(There will be a part two! Also, thank you, SOOOO much Ori'vod @t3mpest98 for letting me use your OCs and wiggle into your AU)
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nyforceuser · 2 years
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Masterlist
Another Fives and Echo Reunion
But this time it's the afterlife and tbb (more specifically, Echo) outlives the lost commanders (Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor).
"Can't believe you did that without us."
"Well it's not my fault you were all the way across the galaxy."
That was the first thing that Echo noticed- the voices. They were all clone, and had he focused on them he might have distinguished little details: slight accents, tones, pitches, anything and everything that distinguished a brother from another. Hearing the same sounding voice from evac to death made it easy to know the slight differences each brother took on whether on accident or impression or even on purpose.
But Echo just didn't care at the moment. Nothing really mattered.
He was at peace for the first kriffing time in his life.
"Yeah, but you still never said anything."
He loved the feeling.
"Why would I? You'd never let it go."
"But you named a tooka 'cat' ?"
"Well my name's Wolffe."
But Echo was still Echo and Echo had always been curious. So he opened his eyes to find himself staring across a feild of yellow grass that rippled in the warm breeze and heard the voices behind him fall silent.
He blinked once then looked around.
Grass as far as he could see.
Until he turned around, where he met several surprised faces staring back at him. And he recognized most of them.
With quiet scoff of something between utter unbelief and nervousness and amusement, he raised his right hand to wave but stopped and stared at it.
He brought up his other hand. Huh.
"I have two hands," he said in bewilderment
Several of the clones infront of him snorted or snickered. Others continued to look at him in confusion.
He glanced down to make sure his legs were flesh too and realized he was decked out in black, grey, and red, still noticably different even with his vode's different colors painted on the white based armor, so he reached up to remove his helmet.
"And I have actual legs." Echo said with a shrug as recognition lit several faces.
"Echo!"
Jesse's mouth literally fell open, Cody smirked at him, Hardcase smiled widely, and that was all he could really see as a blue and grey cladden body engulfed his vision. He'd taken note of two troopers in 501st blue he didn't recognize, Waxer and Boil, and.. Wolffe sprawled against a clone in what he'd thought looked like commando armor.
Oh, and Rex had started grinning like an idiot.
Echo almost fell over. Thank Maker Fives had a little, tiny, pretty much undetectable speck of restraint in that giant ego of his.
Okay ego was a difficult word, Echo decided as his closest brother started sobbing into his shoulder.
"Echo, where the kark have you been??"
With a chuckle that was on the brink of hysteria, he pressed his face into Fives's dark hair and decided not to answer him.
This actually isn't finished, but I haven't found the time or motivation to really write anything in a while so it'll do for now. I feel like i should post something.
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clone-medic-patch · 6 months
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Patch Fic Snippet!
This is a snippet from my fic, “A Series of Hard Knocks” featuring my OC Patch.
Warnings for panic attacks, PTSD and mild self-injurious behavior.
For context: Patch was stationed with the 501st on a temp basis after Umbara, but still has a lot of trauma from the Malevolence attack, which is the main focus of this fic snippet. Also, Dogma was semi-pardoned for killing Krell in this fic, and has been doing community service in medbay since then.
Enjoy!
Patch always heard klaxons in his dreams. Wailing sirens, flashing lights, and shuddering ships were familiar to his subconscious mind. Maybe that’s why he didn’t wake up to the Resolute’s evacuation drill until Tup was shaking his shoulder, shouting, “Come on, Patch. We’ve gotta go!” 
Reality crashed into Patch like a tidal wave, threatening to pull him under. Before his mind could process his surroundings, he was already standing, following the other troopers as they exited the barracks. Brain jolting in horror, his breath caught in his throat, and he could feel himself tremble with every blaring siren.
The flashing lights in the hallway were what brought him to a stuttering halt. Letting out a choked whimper, he leaned against a wall. His knees gave out underneath him, breaths coming in quick and shallow. Patch squeezed his eyes shut, gripping his empty forearms hard enough to hurt, entire body shaking. 
Part of him knew he needed to get moving, that he couldn’t get left behind, but his armor was back in the barracks, along with every one of his favorite coping strategies, and his shaking limbs refused to support his weight. Hyperventilating, he could practically hear the escape pod groaning as the life-support systems broke down.
Meanwhile, Dogma was passing through the hallway near the barracks. It was his first week back in his own bunk, and it still felt wrong to be safely nestled above Tup, listening to the quiet snores of his brothers, so he’d been wandering the halls waiting for sleep to come when the drill started. Rounding the corner, he nearly tripped over Patch before he caught himself.
“What the– Patch?”
Shaking his head frantically, Patch sat crumpled on the hallway floor, lost in a flashback and muttering to himself, “No no no no no–!” 
Dogma gave the medic a look of confusion, closely followed by a jolt of alarm, remembering his quiet admissions during group sessions about destroyed Venators and dying escape pods. Even now, he could see the older trooper hyperventilating, nails digging into his forearms hard enough to draw blood.
“H-Hey, don’t do that.” He exclaimed, trying to get Patch to stop gripping his arms so tightly, but Patch didn’t even acknowledge his existence, still shuddering in panic.
Dogma shook his head, trying to think of a new approach. At this rate, Patch’s tight grip was definitely going to leave a mark. “Stop that– uh, here!” 
With a grunt of realization, he crouched next to the medic, unclipping his own bracers before starting to attach them to Patch’s arms to give him at least a little bit of protection. Thankfully, this seemed to jolt Patch back to reality, just a little, and he loosened his grip just long enough for Dogma to finish. 
For a moment, this seemed to help, and Patch’s breathing slowed a little bit as he ran a hand along the armor pieces. But then, to Dogma’s alarm, his breath hitched and a few tears started to fall.
“Hey, d-don’t cry!” Dogma’s hands froze as he watched, but this only made him cry harder, just barely audible over the warning klaxons. Dogma’s breath caught in his throat; he was incredibly out of his depth. 
Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed his comlink from his belt and tried to comm Tup. Tup would know what to do. He listened to it beep a few times, but the call refused to connect. ‘He must’ve left his comm in the barracks,’ Dogma thought with dismay. 
But Patch was still shaking, eyes filled with unshed tears, so he tried again, this time calling Hardcase. Hopefully medbay hadn’t been dragged into the evacuation drill. When the comlink chirped, Dogma gave an audible sigh of relief.
“What is it, Dogma? It’s 0200.” Hardcase groaned, still sounding half-asleep.
“Patch is crying.” Dogma’s voice was tense with nerves as he watched the medic. 
“What?! What happened?”
“I don’t know! Probably something to do with the evac drill. How— W-What do I do?”
“He’s crying right now? Like, in front of you?” Hardcase was sounding increasingly concerned, and not nearly awake enough for this. 
“That’s what I’ve been saying!” 
“Then give him a hug or something! Don’t just stand there watching him!” 
“A hug?”
He could practically hear Hardcase’s facepalm. “Yes, with your arms! Hang the kriff up and comfort him!”
Dogma’s eyes widened in trepidation. “Uh, I’ll try, but–”
“And get someone to turn the kriffing alarms off!” He heard Hardcase say something else, presumably to a medic in medbay, and then the comm call cut off, leaving him alone again. 
In the short time it had taken to call Hardcase, it looked like Patch had calmed down a little more, but his hands still shook visibly as he sat curled up around his knees, letting out a quiet hiccup every now and then. Dogma took a deep breath, bracing himself before wrapping a stiff arm around Patch’s shoulders.
Patch flinched slightly before leaning into the touch, so Dogma offered him a hand, which he gripped tightly. Hardcase must’ve called someone, because the lights stopped flashing and the alarms petered off, and finally Patch could breathe again. 
The medic opened his eyes, finally starting to register his surroundings. With an exhale of relief, he slumped into Dogma’s side. He looked up, blinking in surprise as he began to realize what happened.
“...H-Hey kid. Sorry about that.” His voice was hoarse, and his ears burned with embarrassment as he gave Dogma a sheepish look. He took a few grounding breaths, trying to look a bit less like he was falling apart at the seams. 
“It’s okay… a-are you alright?” Dogma asked, stiffening slightly.
Patch quirked his head to one side, mentally scanning himself before answering honestly. “No, but I will be… c-can we head back to the barracks? I’d like to grab the rest of my armor before Kix or Coric drags me off to medical.” He could already feel his forearms burning, but he made a noise of surprise when he noticed that the bracers on his arms weren’t his own. 
Dogma nodded, fumbling for a moment before standing up, giving Patch a hand. “Sure, uh– can you stand?”
Giving a grunt of affirmation, Patch took Dogma’s hand gratefully. He sniffled, trying to avoid getting any more tears and snot on Dogma’s loaned armor, if he could help it. “Yeah, ‘m good.”
With slow steps, the duo made it back to the barracks. Dogma was quick to help Patch locate his armor, awkwardly offering him a tissue when he sniffled for the 3rd time. “Ugh, thanks vod’ika.” 
Dogma nodded, looking like he wanted to say something. “What is it, kid?” Patch asked, still feeling a little guilty at putting him in that situation. Even now, he was reliant on Dogma helping him put his armor back on. He let out a sigh of relief when he could breathe again, safe in its familiar weight.
Biting his lip in frustration, Dogma looked away, breath trembling. “I-I can’t – Is there… I’m not good at this! How do I help you?” 
Patch blinked in surprise before letting out a huff of amusement. “You already have, vod’ika. You stayed, you found what worked, and you called someone who removed the triggers. Thanks for these, by the way.” He handed back the loaned armor bracers before reaching and grabbing his weighted blanket from his bunk to wrap around his shoulders.
“Oh…” Dogma blinked, realizing he had indeed done those things. He watched as Patch reached into his utility belt to grab a metal tin, helping him open it when his shaking hands gave him trouble.
Giving him a nod of thanks, Patch grabbed a mint before offering one to Dogma, which he hesitantly accepted. “Sorry for putting you in that situation, Dogma, but you did good.” 
Dogma shook his head in refusal. “Y-You don’t need to apologize. I just– I’m not good at this…” He repeated himself, looking down at his hands. This whole medic assistant thing was pretty daunting, especially for an early-graduated trooper like himself. If it had been the start of the war, there’s a good chance he would still be on Kamino.
“Heh, nobody is, at first. The first time I helped someone with a blaster wound, I thought I was going to throw up.” Patch cracked a grin, relieved when Dogma returned it. 
“Come ‘ere, kid.” He lifted one arm, raising the corner of his weighted blanket for Dogma to join him if he wanted. Dogma hesitated for a second before scooting closer to the medic, mirroring their earlier positions, if a bit less awkwardly. 
A few minutes later, Coric came into the barracks with a couple bacta patches and a look of concern, followed by a wave of troopers more than ready to get back to their bunks. The next day, Captain Rex came by and set up a system for Patch to be alerted before drills, to give him time to put on his armor and use his coping strategies beforehand. They briefly discussed having a designated evacuation partner, in the case of an actual emergency, but settled on simply alerting the other medics (and his closest bunkmates) to be ready to assist Patch in the case of an evacuation. 
Kix gave him another once-over after firstmeal, changing his bacta patches with an unnecessary level of concern before returning the favor and taking him off of duty for the next 24 hours. He still didn’t take off his armor, probably wouldn’t for the next couple days. But as he sat in his bunk, curled up under his weighted blanket playing sabaac with Fives, Tup, Dogma, and Jesse, he couldn’t say he regretted it. It was nice to be the patient, the one being taken care of, for once.
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Sorry if this is a weird question, but if you were a General to full legion, why did you go on the Anaxes mission?
... BESIDES TO HELP SUPPORT MY CAPTAIN IN HIS CRISIS?
HM... WELL, I HAVE NEVER BEEN VERY GOOD AT SUPPORTING PEOPLE. BUT I AM VERY GOOD AT ... BONDING.
( WE COULD GO ON ABOUT "ATTACHMENTS" ALL CYCLE, BUT THE NOTION WAS NEVER REALLY DEFINED IN THE FIRST PLACE--SO LET US SAY THAT "YOU CANNOT OWN SOMEONE" OR "YOU CANNOT TRESPASS UPON THEIR PERSON AND OR THEIR SOUL." SO I SHALL PREFER TO USE THE TERM "BONDING" FOR NOW. )
THERE WERE ALWAYS A SELECT GROUP OF MEN IN THE 501ST THAT I BONDED TO. I WOULD CALL THEM FRIENDS FOR I CANNOT CALL THEM BROTHERS.
( GENERALLY, YOU WOULD KNOW THESE TROOPERS. THEY WERE THE ONES WHO APPEARED THE MOST IN THE CLONE WARS HOLO-DOCUMENTARIES. WHY ELSE WOULD THEY APPEAR SO FREQUENTLY, INSPITE OF THE 501ST BEING A LEGION OF THOUSANDS?)
... AND I LOST MOST OF THEM, NEAR THE END.
THE LOLA SAYU MISSION WAS TERRIBLE. I COULD NOT HELP BUT NOTICE THE DISCREPANCY OF VALUE BETWEEN US AS JEDI AND THE TROOPERS. AFTER ALL, WE HAD STOPPED TO HOLD A FUNERAL FOR ONE, AFTER SO MANY TROOPERS LOST AND LEFT BEHIND WITH LITTLE MEMORIAL BESIDES THE MISSION.
WORST OF ALL, I WAS SILENT ABOUT IT. I SAID NOTHING, UNTIL THE THOUGHT BURST IN MY HEAD LONG AFTER.
THERE WAS HARDCASE, LOST AT UMBARA. I GRIEVED FOR A LONG TIME, WISHING THAT KRELL HAD LIVED LONG ENOUGH TO SEE MY LIGHTSABER TO HIM.
DID YOU KNOW HARDCASE TOOK THE LONGEST TO PAINT HIS ARMOR? HE HAD SUCH A HARD TIME SETTLING ON A DESIGN...
( I COULD HAVE LOST SO MANY MORE... AND WHILE MY RELATIONSHIP WITH THE JEDI COUNCIL WAS ALWAYS ROCKY--AFTER KRELL, IT ONLY GOT WORSE. A JEDI MASTER, THAT CRUEL AND TERRIBLE, AFTER SO LONG IN THE WAR? AFTER GETTING MY MEN KILLED AND NEARLY KILLING MY CLOSEST? THERE WERE CERTAINLY REASONS WHY I ONCE RAGED FOR AND AT THE TITLE OF "JEDI MASTER" )
( BECAUSE IF THEY LET KRELL BECOME ONE, THEY COULD LET ANYONE, LET US BE HONEST. )
I HAD ONCE BONDED WITH A TROOPER NAMED TUP, AFTER UMBARA, THEN LOST HIM NOT LONG AFTER. THE WORST PART WAS THAT I NEVER FOUND OUT WHY HE WAS NAMED TUP, OR WHAT THE TEARDROP MEANT. I MOURN NEVER ASKING HIM.
... AND THEN.. FIVES. DID YOU KNOW I TALKED WITH FIVES THE MOST? TOLD HIM THINGS ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD THAT I TOLD NO OTHER. SUCH AS CRASHING A SHIP INTO AN ENGINE.
HE WAS PASSIONATELY REBELLIOUS AFTER LOLA SAYU, AND I ADMIRED THAT PASSION.
I WATCHED HIM DIE. THE GRIEF NEVER SETTLED.
THEN... THERE WAS A CHANCE, THAT ECHO STILL LIVED.
AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN VERY GOOD AT LETTING PEOPLE GO.
I THOUGHT, IT WOULD BE LIKE TAKING SOMEONE BACK FROM THE TERRIBLE FIGHTING. SOMEONE WOULD BE SAVED, SOMEONE WOULD LIVE--
... BUT IT WAS SO LATE IN THE WAR, AND I FELT NOTHING. JUST, ANGER AND EXHAUSTION, A CONSTANT EMPTINESS, ALL THE TIME, EVERY CYCLE, IN EVERY NIGHTMARE, ALWAYS. AND HERE, FINALLY, I HELP SAVE SOMEONE I CONSIDERED CLOSE ONCE, HELPED MY OWN CAPTAIN, MET FANTASTICAL TROOPERS, FOR WHOM IN ANOTHER LIFE I WOULD HAVE GLADLY STOLEN THEM FROM COMMANDER CODY (AND KENOBI).
( I AM VERY FOND OF THOSE WHO DO NOT FOLLOW THE RULES.)
AND I STILL FELT NOTHING. IT WAS AKIN TO GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS OF HOW I SHOULD ACT AS BOTH GENERAL AND JEDI. I WAS PUPPETTING A BODY IN NEARLY ALL SENSES.
IN THE END, I PUSHED THEM ALL AWAY. MADE THE 332ND COMPANY, SHOVED CAPTAIN REX AND THE LAST FRIEND, LIEUTENANT JESSE, IN IT AND THEN WALKED AWAY.
FOR I FELT NOTHING.
AND AFTER THAT? ...NOTHING MATTERED ANYMORE.
HM... CORPORAL ECHO MAY HAVE BEEN THE LAST PERSON I EVER HELPED SAVE BEFORE THE END. I AM... UNCERTAIN HOW I THINK ABOUT THAT.
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Rexwalker Week - Day 6, Christophsis
Author’s Note : Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night! 
Taglist : @rexwalkerweek   
TW : injuries, major character death, Anakin tells a terrible sex joke (?)
He was staring at the clouds, laying on the cold ground as the sky grew dark. He was pressing his hands to his side, trying to stop the bleeding from the gunshot wound, while wondering how he’s been laying there. Has it been 10 minutes? An hour? Is the rest looking for him? Is Anakin looking for him? He winces when he thinks about his chances : he’s somewhere in the ruined capitol of Christophsis, at least 10 miles away from the nearest outpost. No one knows where he is, except that he went on a quick patrol, and on top of that he’s all... 
Alone. 
Hissing through his teeth, he tried to sit up, but this caused his wound to send a wave of stabbing pain through his whole body. The wound started to bleed even faster as he falls back to the ground, groaning. He applied more pressure on the wound, trying to stop the flow, but the amount of blood he already lost made him weak and he knew that soon enough he will have no strength left. “Kriff.” It was supposed to be a quick patrol along the perimeter, to make sure that no enemies made it through the force shield. He let the general know that he was going alone, he even took one of the speeder bikes with him just to be extra safe. He was supposed to be back some time ago, but there he was, laying in the ruins of a building, covered in his own blood. He was driving his speeder back to the camp, when a droid shot him. He fell off the bike, which then hit the nearest building and exploded, which distracted the sniper and gave him enough time to hide in one of the destroyed buildings. He could hear them searching for him, but after a couple of minutes they gave up, going back to their base. He stayed there, watching the sky grow dark.
He was supposed to be back at the camp, with Ani.
He blinked and felt the tears building up, his lips shaking as he tried to hold it in, but after a few seconds he let them fall. He tried to move again, turning on his uninjured side while clutching the other, whimpering in pain. Using all his strength, he moved his legs, lifting himself up and stumbling back, screaming in pain. He used his free hand to grab the wall for support, tears streaming down his face, mixing with blood and sweat.
“Kriff! Iba’shabuir...!”
“Sit still! And stop calling me names!” Rex hissed and glared at Kix, who was sewing up his cheek while Hardcase held him in place. He was sitting on a small crate in the hangar, the rest of his brothers gathered around, watching them with sky grins on their faces. “You sure you don’t have any painkillers?” he asked, his lips covered in his own blood. His whole body tensed up as the needle pierced his face, closing the wound. “Ugh, you shebs’palon!” “Yes, I’m sure, and even if I had any you wouldn’t get them with that attitude.” the medic said, using his free hand to stretch his brother’s left cheek. “Just three more.” “Kriff me!” “You’re lucky the blade didn’t hit your teeth and only pierced your cheek. It should heal nicely, as long as you don’t mess with the stitching from the inside.” Kix instructed, preparing the needle. Rex groaned and closed his eyes, clenching his fists. Hardcase tightened his grip around his shoulders and head. “Does anyone know why general Kenobi told us to gather here?” Jesse asked, looking around at the troopers. They all shook their heads, shifting uncomfortably in their new, shinning, white armors. “I heard that we’re gonna meet our new commander.” Hardcase said. “It’s about time.” the medic said, not even looking up at him. “We just finished our training and proved ourselves in the recent missions, plus it explains the new armors.” Just seconds after he finished talking, the door opened and two men walked in, one of them was general Kenobi. The other one was taller than the Jedi master, but appeared to be younger, with the distinctive padawan braid. He was wearing dark robes, his right arm was a prosthetic, but the most noticeable part of him were his eyes.
Those beautiful, blue eyes.
Rex found himself staring at the young man, so he quickly looked away. He could hear them walk closer, as his brothers stood at attention. He instinctively wanted to join them, but Kix pushed him back down, telling him not to move. “Two more.” he said. “So sit still and stop whining like a baby.” “Shebs.” he responded, but did as he was told. “We’ll be with you just in a moment, sirs!” Hardcase said when the Jedis turned in their direction. “Kix just has to put on the last of the stitches.” “Of course, no rush.” Obi-Wan sent them a warm smile. “I’ll introduce the rest while you’re busy.” Rex watched with the corner of his eye as the older man introduced the padawan to his brothers, who gladly shook their hands and exchanged a few words, smiling brightly. He was towering over all of the clones, which made him over 1.80 meters tall, he was muscular, but slim, his walk was full of energy and excitement. He could feel in his gut that the young man has been through a lot, the metal arm and a scar over his eye being the proof, but despite that, the man’s smile could light up a room, even the darkest one. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice that Kix was done. He snapped out of it when Hardcase shook his shoulder, getting his attention. “You’re good to go.” the medic said, putting a band aid over the stitches. “You can take them off by the end of the week, but until then don’t touch them , even if they’re itchy.” “Okay, mom.” he smirked, getting up and gently touching the bandage on his cheek. “What did I just tell you?!” Kix hit him in the back of the head, earning a loud laughter from Hardcase and Jesse. “Don’t act like you’re innocent, Jesse! If you head butt a droid one more time, I swear on the Force, you’ll be the one stitching up your own head!” Now it was Rex’s turn to laugh as he saw his brother’s face. After he calmed down he walked up to Obi-Wan, saluting the general. “At ease, Rex.” the man said. “I’d like you to meet my padawan, he’s going to be your new commander and, in the future, your general.” The blond man nodded his head, a weird feeling washing over him. He couldn’t quite describe it, but it felt like his stomach tied itself in a tight knot. It wasn’t from stress or  anything negative, it was more from... excitement. He never experienced anything like this. “Come on now, let’s...” Obi-Wan looked around, spotting his padawan a couple of meters away along with the rest of the clones. “Anakin, what are you doing?!” Rex looked up and saw the young man messing around with his brothers : Hardcase was sitting on the man’s shoulder while Jesse and Tup hung from each of his arms, cackling maniacally as he raised his arms higher, lifting them off the ground. “What?” he asked, looking at his master. “I’m glad that you’re making new friends, but please, put them down before anyone gets hurt. And come over here, meet the rest of your men.” Anakin slowly put the men down, who let out disappointed groans, before squatting down and letting Hardcase hop off to the ground. Then, he walked towards Obi-Wan, Rex and Kix, stopping right next to them. “This is Kix, he’s the medic.” Kenobi said, motioning at the clone. Anakin shook his hand, smiling and sending a small, acknowledging nod in his direction. “I must warn you, Kix, he gets injured pretty often, so you will have your hands full.” They all chuckled, Anakin shaking his head, before turning to Rex. “And this is Rex. Or should I say, captain Rex?” The blond man looked at him, a shocked expression on his face. “After what you did on the battlefield, I figured you should be Anakin’s second in command.” the Jedi master said, patting the trooper on the shoulder before giving him a datapad. “Here’s all the info you need to know. So, captain Rex, meet my padawan, Anakin Skywalker.” Rex looked at the younger man, who looked him up and down, a smug smirk appearing on his face. “Oh, I’ll gladly call Rex ‘sir’.”
There was a few seconds of silence. 
And then the rest of the squad started hysterically laughing. Obi-Wan hid his face in his hands, shaking his head while the younger Jedi smiled brightly. The rest of the clones were losing it, all except Rex, who stood there, blinking. “No, we’re done here.” Kenobi grabbed his padawan by his robe and started dragging him away, ignoring his protests. “Let me know if you have any questions, captain, I’ll be on the bridge.” They walked out of the door and disappeared, leaving the battalion alone. “I... I don’t understand?” Rex asked, looking at his brothers. “What did Skywalker mean by saying that?” “He was flirting with you.” Jesse said, but his brother still looked at him, confused. “It’s a sex joke?” “...oh.” the blond man said after a moment, his eyes widening. “Oh!” His face was bright red as he looked down at the datapad in his hands. “What does it say?” Hardcase asked, walking up to the man, with all his brothers following close behind him. “Out number is... 501st.” “And what color?” “It says we can pick, there’s a list of available colors...” “Then how about we let our new captain pick?” Kix said, saying the word ‘captain’ much louder. The rest agreed loudly, patting Rex on the back and shoulders. He smiled at them, feeling pride swell in his chest. “So, what is it?” they asked as he glanced down at the datapad. 
“Blue.” 
Blue like his eyes.
He slowly climbed out of the ruins, gasping and grunting in pain. He walked a few meters before his legs gave out and he slumped to the floor, landing on his back in the rumble and dust. He looked down at his wound, which was still bleeding profusely. He could see the exposed flesh and muscles, which made him groan and place his hand on the wound, biting his lip. The pain was unbearable, so he focused his gaze on the sky to try muffle the pain. The sky cleared up, he could see the stars. He chuckled when he saw a small sparkle soar through the sky at unimaginable speed, only to disappear a fraction of a second later. 
“A falling star...” 
“What did you wish for?” Rex looked up at the man beside him, who smiled in response. “Aren’t we a little bit too old for that?” he asked, earning a nudge in the ribs. “Hey!” They were sitting on the roof of the Jedi temple, looking at the sky. It was a miracle that they could see the stars, mainly because Coruscant was less busy than usual. They were celebrating. Anakin was just knighted and was now an official member of the Jedi Order, so it was a very special occasion. Rex still could see the burned hair on the right side of his head, where the braid was cut off by a lightsaber. The Jedi kept touching the spot, a proud look on his face. “You’re never too old to make wishes after seeing a shooting star.” he said, glancing at the clone before focusing his gaze on the sky once again. “Oh, another one!” “But they don’t grant wishes, do they?” “No, not really... But I like to think that they do.” he moved closer to Rex, trying to be discrete as he did so. “If they could, what would you wish for?” “Me?” he laughed. “I don’t really have anything in mind.” “Nothing?” “Yep.” Anakin lets out a quiet sigh before looking up at the sky. “If I could, I would wish for...” he spoke softly, a smile on his lips. “...for us to never be apart, no matter what, until the very end.” Rex’s face turned slightly red as he looked away, his heart beating faster. After a moment he looked back at the Jedi, who was watching him with a soft and warm expression. He returned the smile before turning his head back to the sky, watching as another shooting star made its way through the sky. “Since I told you my wish, how about you tell me yours?” Rex laughed quietly and scooted closer to Anakin, their hands almost touching. 
“I wish...”
“...I could say goodbye.”
A sob escaped from his throat, tears streaming down his face, clouding his vision. Dark spots started appearing before his eyes, he could feel his strength leaving him with each passing second.
“I’ll be gone just for an hour, maybe two.”
He looks at the man, who still didn’t seem convinced. “Can you at least take someone else with you?” Anakin asked, his eyes full of worry. “They need to rest, plus I won’t be going far.” Rex placed his hand on his lover’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “I’ll take one of the speeders, so if anything happens I’ll just escape and come back here.” Anakin hummed in response before pulling the soldier into a hug. “I can always give you a direct order to stay, can I?” his voice was muffled by the clone’s armor. “You could, but you won’t.” Rex stepped back and pulled the Jedi into a short, loving kiss. “I’ll be back before you’ll even notice that I’m gone. In one piece, safe and sound.” “Promise?” “Promise.” he kisses the man again. “Have I ever broken a promise?”
“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice raspy and weak. “I’m sorry, Ani. I’ll have to break the promise.” He stares at the stars one last time as he takes his final breath.
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touching foreheads for twitch and whoever you want? Platonically
Oops I made it sad I'm sorry. This one is actually set in the closest AU to canon that involves Twitch.
Rex’s eyes stung. He didn’t want to do this, sign off on the life of yet another one his men. But he knew the protocol. 
A few scrawls, and Kix was officially designated MIA. Yet another name in red. 
Fives was dead. Tup was dead. Hardcase was dead, Kix and Dogma were probably  dead too. Echo was somehow, impossibly, miraculously alive, not that Rex had the right to talk to him after it was his fault he was so maimed. 
Jesse and Twitch were all he had left of his once beloved “Torrent Squad,” which he’d dissolved after Fives died. It was cursed, and Rex refused to let his own sentiment kill his vod’ike. 
Coric had been the temporary CMO, now official. Despite his seniority it was a position he’d never wanted, not after Teth. Rex had respected that, but now they needed an experienced medic to be in charge, and there weren’t many of those left. Sith hells, even Twitch was considered to have a medium level of experience now. He’d been running himself ragged along with all the other medics.  
Rex needed to tell them both. He wasn’t looking forward to it. 
He couldn’t even take them away from the medbay for a few minutes, so he had to go himself. 
None of them noticed when he arrived, too busy attending to the many filled cots. It was worse than ever noways, with Fives gone and Anakin getting more and more reckless, pushing himself to the limits and dragging them all with him. 
Even though being CMO increased his paperwork nearly tenfold, he was still in the medbay with the rest of them, helping out a vod with a deep, long gash along his arm. Rex knew, and Coric would also, that if he lost his arm he’d just be decommissioned. There used to be room to fit clones with prosthetics, however cheap and shoddy, and send them to be pencil pushers somewhere. 
Those assignments were long filled up now. And if there was no use, no future for clones with missing limbs then they were required to send them back to Kamino, to be replaced with large-eyed shinies who hadn’t grown into their armor yet, and wouldn’t for at least another year.
The medbay smelled of blood and desperation.
He sat in a chair and waited. Coric noticed him after a few minutes and motioned for him to wait. Once the new CMO was done he knowingly grabbed Twitch and dragged him and Rex both into one of the medical closets. 
“What is it?” Coric asked, grim as usual but without any trace of his wry smile. 
Rex couldn’t look either of them in the eye even as he showed them the completed paperwork. “Coric, you’ve been promoted. I’m sorry.”
“You had to do it at some point Rex,” Coric said quietly, before rubbing at his jaw. “Ok. My first duty as official CMO is gonna be this then: Twitch, take your kriffing lunch break already.”
“So early?” Rex frowned. It was ten-hundred hours, a strange time but not exactly problematic. 
Coric quirked an eyebrow at Twitch, who wasn’t meeting Rex’s eyes either. 
“Twitch.”
“Yeah Rex?”
“I’ll leave him in your capable hands, Rex,” Coric said dryly. “I can spare you at least for a half-hour. Force knows I wish I could for longer but we haven’t the hands.”
“Oh I’ve got him all right,” Rex promised. “Come on Twitch, to the mess hall with you.” 
Twitch let himself be meekly led by Rex, one hand nestled between his shoulderblades. Now that he actually had the chance to see his vod’ika, he was a bit alarmed. While Twitch’s eyes were bright and ernest as always, if little droopy from fatigue, he had deep bruises under them, and his hair was a bit too disheveled for even the GAR’s osik combs to have been used for the past few days.
Once they’d scanned in with their wrist chips and gotten their rations, they found a lone corner table to sit at. Twitch managed to use his medic’s credentials to get one of the rations he’d missed. He tried to give his “extra” to Rex. Rex had no plans on taking it.
“You need it more than I do, vod’ika. You’re still not quite done growing, remember?” He gently pushed the offered bar back towards Twitch. 
They ate their rations in silence, only for Twitch to sigh at the end. 
“You know I’m not doing this on purpose, right?” he said softly, playing with the empty wrapper. “We’ve just been so busy with the recent campaign. There’s so many hurt and we don’t have enough people to treat them.”
“I know vod’ika,” Rex murmured. “I know.” What’s the use of being the XO if he can’t stop things like this? Actually take care of his men?
Twitch turned to Rex and finally met his eyes. “Can- can you-” he took a deep breath. “Can you tell me the war is going to be over someday? Not even soon. Just- someday. Please, I’ll believe you.”
“Twitch’ika…” Rex immediately pulled him in, his forehead against Twitch’s. Maybe that would keep him from seeing the way his face crumpled. 
“It will, vod’ika. One day this will all be over, and you’ll be there to see it.”
“One day,” Rex lied.
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Sup! I'm back with another ask!!! How about... Lost In The Woods and Uniquely Normal? (P.S. It's funny that you did the "they're still aliens" in your Modern AU because I actually did that in one of my AUs too!!!!)
DUDE THOSE ARE SUCH GOOD CHOICES OH MY GOSH *excitement*
Lost In The Woods takes place about two months after Echo’s “death” in the citadel arc. Fives has been trying to process the whole thing, but Rex can tell that he isn’t at 100% yet
This is also around the time when Tup and Dogma join the 501st, so everyone’s been adjusting to the newbies
Rex can tell that Dogma’s having a harder time than everyone else—the kid doesn’t talk to anyone except Tup, spends most of his time in the barracks cleaning his armor, and really hasn’t bonded with anyone
So Rex comes up with The Idea
Shortly after landing on a forest-y planet, Rex instructs Fives to go scout the area. The captain also instructs Dogma to tag along
Neither of the two are happy with the arrangement—Fives doesn’t want to hang out with shinies, and Dogma doesn’t want to hang out with grumpy ARC troopers
But it’s not like they can argue with Rex, can they?
Fives and Dogma walk for a while—the whole situation is very tense and awkward—until a storm catches them by surprise and they’re forced to take shelter in a small cave
…they’re forced to stay there until the storm calms down
…which takes about 2 days
SO during that time, the awkwardness slowly leaves the scene, and Dogma and Fives actually bond a little bit! They don’t become besties or anything (have you seen how those two interact in the Umbara arc???) but they definitely understand each other a little bit better by the end of those two days
That’s… that’s kind of it lol
AS FOR UNIQUELY NORMAL EEEEEEEEK
This is a novel I’m working on—not a one-shot like a lot of my ideas—in which Hardcase is accidentally left behind on a planet and befriends an awkward lady named Merilyn
Merilyn is… okay, awkward is an understatement. She stutters when she’s nervous (which is pretty much all the time) says “um” way too much, blushes uncontrollably…
So basically me whenever I socialize-
Hardcase is about as opposite as he can get. He’s comfortable in any situation, talks loud, makes terrible jokes, sees the fun in every situation, and is really just weird—which fascinates Merilyn greatly. She’s never met anyone like him before
The two end up running into each other—no literally, they run into each other. She’d been too stressed out to notice and he’d been too busy trying not to step on any sidewalk cracks
Merilyn doesn’t know what clones look like, and Hardcase doesn’t bother to explain who he is… so Merilyn is left to assume that Hardcase is homeless
Here’s part of their first conversation :D
"Um, Hardcase?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you... okay? What-what I mean by that is, y'know," Merilyn asks, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you have any credits, or somewhere to sleep, or-"
"Nope."
"Pardon? You-"
"I just got here. My brothers abandoned me in the woods." He says it so casually, as if he's merely commenting on the weather.
"Your brothers abandoned you in the woods?!" Merilyn squeaks, heart pounding in her ears.
"Well, they didn't know they did. See, I snuck onto their ship, right? And then once we landed, I ran off and climbed a tree, then I fell off the tree, blacked out, y'know, and-"
"You BLACKED OUT?!" Merilyn cries.
That… that’s their relationship in a nutshell, honestly
Merilyn decides to buy Hardcase a coffee (which he’s never tried before. He puts about a bazillion creamer thingies into it) and once he says, “Oh yeah I’m like 11 by the way” Merilyn freaks out and drags him to a doctor
The doctor then reveals that Hardcase is not, in fact, a psychopath—he’s just a clone XD
After that, Merilyn figures that Hardcase should have somewhere to stay until his brothers pick him up, so she takes him to her apartment building and gets the sweet-but-also-terrifying owner, Gwen, to let Hardcase stay for a bit
As time goes on, Merilyn and Hardcase end up becoming friends—Hardcase thinks that Meri is the coolest person ever, and Meri thinks that Hardcase is funny and great to be around
As even more time goes on, they end up becoming… more than friends asfsbjdkfkfl
This is a book I’ve been writing for well over a year, and I’m still not even halfway through just argggg
I might start posting chapters on A03 soon, but I’m not too sure…
I FREAKING LOVED ANSWERING THESE OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCH 🙏
(Also, it appears that we have the same taste in modern AU’s lol)
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