#hardcase x you | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dystopicjumpsuit · 9 months

Text

A Question of Seman-dicks

A/N: I wrote this under the influence of alcohol, edibles, and the funniest conversation in the history of Discord. Happy Friday!

Pairing: Hardcase x GN!Reader (platonic with a twist)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 960

Warnings and tags: suggestive language, terrible puns

Hardcase spotted you striding purposefully down the corridor of the Resolute, and he sped up to try to catch up with you. You turned a corner abruptly, and by the time he rounded it, you were nowhere to be found. The corridor was empty; there was nothing there but a bank of escape pods. He peered into the porthole of each one until he finally spotted you, pacing back and forth in the small space and talking animatedly. Intrigued, he opened the hatch.

You whirled to face him, guilt written plainly across your features, but when you recognized his distinctive tattoos, you relaxed.

“Oh, it’s you,” you sighed with relief. “Thank the Force.”

“What are you doing in here?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing!” you said. His expression was dubious, and you knew he wouldn’t let it drop until you told the truth. “Hiding.”

He gave you a sympathetic look. “Admiral Ice Queen?”

“I came in here to scream,” you admitted sheepishly.

“Good choice,” he said. “Conveniently close to your office, private, and most importantly, soundproof. I approve of your strategy.”

“Except I’m not supposed to be in here, and if anyone caught me, I’d be in huge trouble.”

“Someone did catch you,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t rat me out,” you replied. “You’re more likely to come in and hide with me.”

“Great idea!” he said with a grin. He stepped into the pod and sealed the hatch, then flopped down on the floor and patted the spot next to him. “Tell me all about it.”

“You know there are perfectly good seats in here,” you said.

“True, but if I sat in one of those, there wouldn’t be room for you next to me, and you look like you could use a hug.”

“Good point,” you said, sitting down with a thump.

He immediately draped his arm over your shoulders, and you leaned against him. “So what did the bad-miral do this time?”

“More of the usual,” you replied. “I swear she sets me up to fail on purpose, and then she takes an evil delight in being a massive Taungsday about it.”

“Taungsday?” he asked, baffled.

“You know, a C-U-Next-Taungsday?”

“I don’t get it,” he said.

Even though nobody was around, you leaned in and whispered the explanation in his ear. He reared back in surprise.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to say that word,” he said.

“What word would you prefer?” you asked, amused at his reaction, but still too upset to laugh.

“Lady garden,” he replied.

You snorted. “Seriously?”

“It’s more respectful,” he said with dignity.

“I don’t want to be respectful!” you complain. “I want to call her a cu—”

“Love tunnel!” he exclaimed, interrupting you before you could get the word out.

That time, you actually laughed. “What is this, a bodice ripper? I don’t need a romantic euphemism for a—”

“Hidden treasure!” he cut you off. “Or cupcake! Those are delicious.”

You let out an inelegant cackle, and he gave you a wounded look that only made you laugh harder.

“Hardcase, I had no idea you had so many words for a woman’s—”

“Honey pot?” he asked insouciantly.

“You can just say—”

“Nether regions?” he offered. “I don’t like that one. It sounds spooky. Like some vast, uncharted part of space.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, but it came out as an embarrassing snort, which only made you laugh harder.

“Still, it’s better than ‘penis fly trap,’” he mused. “But not as good as flower. You know, because it has petals and is also used in reproduction. I would definitely rather put my tallywacker in a flower than in a nether region. Higher probability of survival.”

By this point, you had both hands clapped over your mouth to try to muffle your shrieks of laughter as tears streamed down your face. You couldn’t even remember why you’d hidden in the escape pod in the first place, much less why Hardcase was regaling you with a comprehensive listing of every colloquialism known to the galaxy for a—

“Notorious V.A.G.,” he said. “Whoever came up with that one had obviously never felt the touch of a woman.”

You doubled over and buried your face against his chest as you howled with laughter, so you missed his pleased smile when he realized he’d successfully distracted you from your horrible boss. Unfortunately, you’d been gone long enough that you knew your absence would soon be noted.

“I wish I could hide in here with you for the rest of the day,” you gasped once you caught your breath.

“Me, too,” he said, giving your shoulders a squeeze. “Probably ought to get back to it, though.”

You nodded and wiped away your mirthful tears, hoping that you looked at least somewhat presentable. Hardcase stood and offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet with ease, and then he opened the hatch of the escape pod. The two of you spilled out into the corridor, only to run smack-dab into Jesse and Kix.

Jesse took one look at your disheveled appearance and punched Hardcase in the shoulder with a devilish grin.

“Nice, vod,” he said. “You finally made your move.”

Hardcase looked mortified. “That’s not— We weren’t—”

“Relax, brother, we won’t tell the Atrocious Admiral,” Kix laughed. “I’m just glad you decided to do something other than pine away after all this time.”

Hardcase stared at you with panic in his eyes as he watched understanding dawn on your face.

“I—” he began.

On impulse, you leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for everything, big boy,” you said. “Be sure to stop by my bunk later, and I’ll show you how well I can swallow your baloney pony.”

#clone trooper hardcase #hardcase x reader #hardcase x you #gn reader #sw tcw fanfic #clone wars fanfiction #dystopicjumpsuit writes

237 notes · View notes

sinfulsalutations · 7 months

Text

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕖

⋆ ★ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 ʟɪɴᴇᴜᴘ

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴀꜱᴇ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴠɪɢᴏʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ… ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ (ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ)

⋆ ★ ɪᴍ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀ (ᴅᴀʏ 4)… ʟᴍꜰᴀᴏ

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

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

The two of you have been fucking for hours now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hardcase pouts obliviously and nods.

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

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

“What?” He questions again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gross, huh?” He taunts.

“Shut up,” you snap back.

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

ragu list: @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @secondaryrealm @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @dukeoftheblackstar @meshlaxbunny @followthepurrgil @wolffegirlsunite @starrylothcat @sev-on-kamino @aconstructofamind @littlemissmanga @starqueensthings @anxiouspineapple99 @freesia-writes @wings-and-beskar @clio3kantarella @secretthegriffin @idontgetanysleep @523rdrebel @dystopicjumpsuit @mandos-mind-trick @sunshinesdaydream @clonemedickix @andrakass2 @jesjestraverse @crosshairlovebot @wizardofrozz @dangraccoon @lickylickylicky @urmomsmattress @ladyzirkonia @multi-fan-dom-madness @moonlightwarriorqueen @eyeluvmusic21 @mythical-illustrator @imarvelatthestars

100 notes · View notes

the-bad-batch-baroness · 5 months

Text

Of Frogs and Clones

Hardcase x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: The Mysterious Liquid

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

Pairing: Hardcase x Fem!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 3.6k

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

@clonexreaderbingo Square: Mystery

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t see why not,” Jesse says.

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

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

“Technically–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“At ease men,” Rex says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Got me,” Kix shrugs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guys, it’s me,” a voice says.

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

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

“Down here,” the voice says.

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

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

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

“Hey,” the frog says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Catch it!” Tup yells.

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

“Hi Kix,” the frog says.

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

“Hey!” the frog says. “Watch it!”

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

“Yeah, it’s me,” Hardcase sighs.

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

“I noticed,” Hardcase says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oops,” Hardcase says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence fills the room.

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

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

“I don’t like squash,” Hardcase says.

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

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

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

“What’s the difference?” Hardcase asks.

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

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

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

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

“In three days!” Tup interjects.

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

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

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

“Does it really matter?” Hardcase asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesse hides Hardcase behind his back.

“Morning, captain,” Kix says.

Rex chuckles. “It’s just Rex now.”

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

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

The room stays silent.

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

The room is still silent.

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

“We have a slight problem,” Fives says.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Rex,” Hardcase says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir,” Hardcase sighs.

Chapter 1

Masterlist

AO3

Tag List: @nahoney22 @commander-sunshine @sunshinesdaydream @padawancat97 @verndusk @starrrgazingbunny @coraex @lickylickylicky @homemade-clones @523rdrebel @clonemedickix @starrylothcat @mooncommlink @ladyzirkonia @stunkbiggu @cdblake1565 @ladytano420 @moonlightwarriorqueen @anxiouspineapple99 @clonethirstingisreal @dreamie411 @trixie2023 @cw80831 @novas-daydreaming

Join my taglist HERE

Tip me a tea on Ko-fi HERE

59 notes · View notes

wanderinginksplot · 11 months

Text

Hardcase + "Is that seriously your password?"

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

Word Count: 2,200

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that seriously your password?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hardcase,” you started, sighing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stared at him dryly. “Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

You can add yourself to my taglist here or find other works on my masterlist. (Masterlist is desktop-only at the moment, but I'm working on it!)

Taglist: @rexs-wife @sugarpuffsstuff @stargazingthenightaway @just-some-girl-92 @kimageddon @ladysongmaster @carodealmeida @adriiibell @boomtowngirl @bitchylittleredhead @blck-omen @lackofhonor @captxin-rex @literallydontlook @salaminus @lucyhelena @808tsuika @ladykatakuri @bikerlorian @torchbearerkyle @frietiemeloen @tsedeshgishnii @buddee @justanothersadperson93 @leotatombs @mavendeb @rain-on-kamino @itsagrimm @captain-splock-you @dancingwiththeplanets @hummellchen @theclonesdeservebetter @cyarinka @ladyemxo @maulslittlemeowmeow @rosmariner @staycalmandhugaclone @coruscanticoffee @crookedwiings @eyecandyeoz @fordo-kixed-rex @musigrusi @lucyysthings @dinsverdika @bombshe77 @cawyden

I'm working from my decrepit old taglist, so do not feel bad about contacting me if you want to be removed from the tags!

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #hardcase #reader insert #hardcase x reader #hardcase x you #star wars fanfiction #star wars reader insert #clone troopers deserve better #more to come

91 notes · View notes

sunshinesdaydream · 5 months

Text

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, I know, I just…” you begin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or Fives,” Hardcase agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good bye, Hardcase!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But…” Hardcase began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smiling wider he answers, “Life Day dinner,”

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

“To spoil you, I know,” he laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His forehead crinkles in confusion, “Why?”

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

When he opens it a small gasp escapes him.

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

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

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

“Do you mean it?” he asks, earnestly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank You for Reading!

❄️Love & Wrecker Hugs❄️

@sleepycreativewriter @523rdrebel @cloneloverrrrr @trappedinlimbo15 @merkitty49 @cdblake1565 @littlemissmanga @skywlker-sluvtt @the-bad-batch-baroness @padawancat97 @clonemedickix@dystopicjumpsuit@moonlightwarriorqueen@idontgetanysleep@littlemissmanga@starrylothcat@sinfulsalutations@anxiouspineapple99@clonemedickix@multi-fan-dom-madness@wolffegirlsunite@sev-on-kamino@dickarchivist@secondaryrealm @wings-and-beskar @captain-rexs-cyare @cw80831

#CFB2023 #star wars #the clone wars #sunshine writes #clone trooper hardcase #bingo fill hardcase #bingo fill dinner #life day #life day 2023 #x reader #hardcase x reader #hardcase x you #hardcase fic

32 notes · View notes

fvck-the-patriarchy · 10 months

Text

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

Y/n: You should say something else.

#clone wars incorrect quotes #star wars incorrect quotes #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect clone wars quotes #clone wars #clone wars x reader #star wars #swtcw #tcw hardcase #clone trooper hardcase #hardcase x you #arc trooper hardcase #hardcase x reader

86 notes · View notes

arctrooper69 · 2 years

Text

Ghosts of You

A long lost friend guides you home

A/N: I was accidentally thinking sad things again. Sorry.

Warnings: Reader is dying. Death. Sadness.

--------------------------------------------------

The bright white walls of the medbay seemed duller tonight. It was always so cold in here - so lonely. You didn't think you'd be alone when you died, and you knew you were; the pain had dulled a while ago, giving way to a strange, heavy numbness. There were no bright lights beckoning, no angelic choirs, no one calling through the Force. You were truly alone.

"Hey, pretty girl." a familiar voice called from the doorway. You jumped, turning your head towards the voice you knew so well - a voice you hadn't heard in quite some time.

"Hardcase!?"

His honey eyes twinkled with that warm, cheeky smile you missed so much. "I'm here, baby. It's been a long time."

"How...?"

He sat on the bed next to you, laying a finger on your lips, and winked. "I waited for you. Just like you asked. It's time to come home now, Mesh'la. I'm so proud of you."

"I missed you so much!" your voice cracked, tears trickling down the sides of your cheeks. He watched them sadly. You felt safe now. The sharp white chaos of the medbay had given way to a quiet peace. Hardcase was here. Truly here. Maybe you wouldn't be alone after all.

"I know, baby. I missed you too." He held out his hand with a twinkle in his eye, silently asking for yours.

"One last adventure, Mesh'la?"

"I'd follow you anywhere, Hardcase."

"Well come on then, General. My brothers are waiting."

-----------------------------------------------

@zoeykallus @ttzamara @nahoney22 @merkitty49 @viva-la-whump @agenteliix

Thanks for reading ❤️❤️ If you liked it, reblog it! If you'd like to be on my taglist, shoot me a message!

223 notes · View notes

the-marshals-wife · 1 year

Note

Alright, I am in love with Wrecker having kids of his own. 🥺 he'd be such a sweet dad and I can't wait to see the rest of the batch as fathers! I was wondering though, would you ever do this for the 501st or any other clones? Cause I'd be here for it for sure 🥺💕💖 Especially if you did Hardcase becoming a dad, that goof ball would be adorable ahhh! Anyways, I can't wait to read the rest of the batch!! 😭💖💕💞💖💕💞

A/N: Oh my goodness yes, time for some Hardcase representation! I think there'd be a lot of similarities between Wrecker's and Hardcase's parenting styles. Thank you for your continued support of my writing and blog! 💙

Having A Child With Hardcase Would Include

Description: Hardcase x Fem!Reader. As with my other clone headcanons/preferences, it's a Y/N insert story with the number of children I envision reader and Hardcase having.

Rating: General audiences (with a spicy reference if you squint), AU fluffiness where Umbara turns out different and this sweetheart gets the life he deserves 😌

Gif credit: user rexsjaigeyes

There is never a dull moment with Hardcase

If you thought parenthood was going to slow him down in any way, no you didn't

Becoming a father only amplified his playful, witty personality, something you didn't think was scientifically possible

When you told him you were pregnant, he all but bounced off the walls

Hardcase was "so kriffin' excited" to become a dad

He said exactly that to every person that crossed his path for weeks on end, especially his brothers

"How did I get so lucky? I can't believe it."

("Me either. Y/N actually thinks the galaxy can survive a smaller, louder version of you" - Fives, probably)

You were admittedly a bit nervous about becoming a parent, but as always, Hardcase had no fear

He tackled the learning curve head on, and it brought you so much joy and confidence to see his paternal instincts kick in as you both prepared for the arrival of your little one

Suddenly, he was aware of every hazard he'd never paid attention to himself, and in just a few hours, he completely baby-proofed every inch of your apartment

He even kept track of the days in your pregnancy, counting down to your expected due date

He loves (to attempt) cooking for you

Is he great at it? No. Did he burn everything at first and almost set your kitchen on fire three times? Definitely. Did he get better with practice and learn to make your favorite foods just the way you like them? Absolutely

Lots of cuddles watching holos together

Whenever he had to leave for the day, he would always kiss you first and then your growing belly

"Can't leave without telling our baby goodbye."

You adore how much he says that - our baby - and how much he's already devoted to being a dad

On your difficult pregnancy days, he would always be by your side to talk to you and tell you jokes until you were smiling again

Love At First Sight

From the moment your daughter was born, he was wrapped around her little finger

"She's so beautiful. Look what we made. No growth chamber or anything."

You jokingly reminded him that that was technically your role

"Oh...right. Of course. Great job! Not a single crack in the jar. Better than Kamino!"

In the weeks after your daughter was born, it was a battle to get Hardcase to put her down, literally

"Where I go, she goes."

Many naptimes were spent on her daddy's chest because he simply didn't want to let her out of his sight

(Sorry to report that diapers are you division, though. You just can't put your poor darlings through that again...)

Seeing him dote on your little girl so much only made you fall in love with him more; you were proud to call him the father of your children

Oh yes, children. You weren't done adding to the ranks of your little battalion, and neither was your cyare

A year and a half later, you gave birth to not one, but two sons

More than a few tears were shed as Hardcase held the twins in his arms

You better believe he was telling everyone about it too, calling many of his brothers to share the news before you even left the hospital

("We're doomed" - Fives again, probably)

How do you do, fellow kids?

Hardcase is a child himself at heart, which means he is your children's first and favorite best friend

Whatever they're interested in, you can bet he's into it too

He watches more children's holos with them than you do, and you're the one who stays home

Seriously, he knows all the words to the theme songs, the lore for each show, and the powers and skills of every character - it's a big thing that he and the kids bond over

Boredom is not a word in your house

Whatever your children ask for, Hardcase ensures they get (within reason)

He's likely getting something for himself too, especially if it's sweets

They want to build model starships? He's first in line at the market in the morning to get the kits

Your daughter wants to play dolls? You better believe her daddy is on that floor doing the right voices and following the story lines (and maybe causing the occasional pretend explosion or starship crash because he lives for the Drama™)

They all want to turn the livingroom into a battlefield to fight imaginary droids? Guess who their commander is

"Why not promote myself? I earned it!"- Hardcase when you teasingly pointed out his new rank

You enjoy getting in on the fun too and being the Zillo Beast attacking the barracks or the queen taken hostage that the dashing commander and his squad have to rescue from a den of bounty hunters

I cannot stress this enough: ANTICS

Pillow fights and roughhousing? HE probably started it

He's taking the fall for it too, because he'd rather face a firing squad than see any of his little troopers in trouble

In the everyday domestic disputes, discipline obviously begins and ends with you

You had to convince him that timeouts were not equivalent to capital punishment

Even then, you have to stop him from letting the kids out early

Bed times? What are those?

Speaking of bed, you had to invest in a bigger one because your beloved couldn't bear sending any of the kids away when they wanted to sleep with mom and dad

Seriously, he cannot say no to his babies

No night is complete with out tickle fights, either

Despite often having a foot in your ribs (which doesn't always belong to a child), you actually love sleeping with your family near and wouldn't have it any other way

Exception: the kids get sent to their own beds immediately when mommy wants a tickle fight with daddy. Commander's orders.

It's not only fun and games

With a little coaching from you, Hardcase was able to find balance between work and play, especially as the kids entered adolescence

It's not his strong suit, but he genuinely tries to help them with their academy studies (eventually they learn to go to you first; dad is for times of desperation only)

He is, however, at the ready any time they need a good joke or exciting story to brighten their day and banish their stress

Family holo night is mandatory

There's usually bickering over what to watch - i.e. your partner and offspring are disputing which loud, brightly-colored animated holo to put on - but diplomacy resumes as soon you bring the snacks out

Sometimes you just can't help but laugh and watch the chaos

All of your children certainly inherited their father's bold enthusiasm for life and passionate courage

When your daughter began to experience bullying at academy for standing up for a friend, Hardcase wasted no time expressing how proud he was of her for doing what's right

He was equally supportive of the boys when they later showed interest in weapons training and possible careers in the military

Just as when they were younger, he is always there for them to make them smile and feel secure and loved

There's no limit to what Hardcase will do for his family, and you wouldn't trade one day of your beautiful, whirlwind life with him for anything in the galaxy

#hardcase x reader #clone trooper hardcase #clone wars imagine #hardcase imagine #clone wars headcanons #clone wars prefences #star wars headcanons #star wars imagine #star wars preferences #hardcase x you #my writing #request

102 notes · View notes

boozeandbaddecisions · 1 year

Note

Congrats to your Follower Celebration (again? Not sure if I already send an ask *lmao* ) You deserve each of them!!! AND Thank you for your stories L!! Such a fun to read them!!

Do you still take requests??? Not sure...

Anyways... may I request

68. “I like you, like like you like you.” With Jesse or Hardcase?

Caro, my dear. Thank you for your saint-like patience while I was getting life to settle down a bit. I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: minors DNI, P in V, friends to lovers

“There she is.”

“Hardcase!”

The clone halted his approach and locked his footing as the incoming missile launched at him. His arms extended to catch as soon as your feet left the ground. Arms wrapping around you as you collided with plastoid.

“Easy there, mesh'la.”

He glanced down to see a grin plastered on your face. His chastising going from halfhearted to ineffective in moments.

“What, I can't be excited that you're finally back?”

It had been ages, but after receiving coms that the 501st would be returning to Coruscant for shore leave, your days had been conquered by planning. Shopping lists that would make most bars look under stocked, holo films gathered of all of his favorites with some new additions to try out, and your closet. Your poor closet still looked as if a clothing bomb had gone off as you had spent hours upon hours selecting the perfect outfit to welcome him home.

“That's fair, so what's first on the list?”

“Take out from that hole in the wall and clearing out holo drama recordings?”

The clone tilted his head scrunching up his face as if to mull things over.

“I hear this season's juicy,” You tempted with a smirk, “scandals, betrayals.”

“Alright, you twisted my arm,” He chuckled.

“I can't stay away anymore. I-I love you, Elora.”

“But...you're married to my sister.”

“Only because of the baby, but every second without you is an eternity.”

“Oh, Ambrose.”

“Oh you've gotta be kidding me?!”

“Just why!?”

You upturned your drink polishing it off before placing it among its other empty brethren on your coffee table. The holo drama began offering spicy snippets of the next episode as you both continued heckling the screen.

“This guy's terrible. What the kriff is gonna do when her sister finds out?” Hardcase vented.

He had abandoned his armor as soon as he reached your apartment in favor of some civvies you kept stashed just in case. The clone staggered to his feet. The alcohol already beginning to develop a comforting buzz behind his forehead.

“Resupply?” He asked, gesturing to the coffee table stacked with bottles and take out containers.

The moment you pursed your lips in thought, Hardcases's mind began to wander. How long had it been since you two met? Seemed like you two had always existed like this: sharing drinks, laughing at each other's jokes, always around to welcome him back after a tour. It was great....until he had to leave.

It would start with a hollow pang in his chest, which would eventually run its course. But not even some time dumping rounds through his trusty R6 would help lessen the weight of leaving you behind.

“Case?”

Your face was contorted with concern, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Sorry, spaced out for a minute there.” He dismissed with a chuckle.

Awkward silence invaded the room, which left the clone to retreat to the kitchen for liquid courage.

The holo drama had long since wrapped as you got yourself to your feet. The clone still absent. As you crept towards your kitchen, you caught the end of a one-sided conversation.

“Kriffing idiot.”

“Who's a kriffing idiot?”

He froze. Drinks still in hand. His gaze suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

Your approach went unnoticed until the feel of fingers on his chin, lifting his gaze to meet yours.

“Case, you know you can talk to me, right?”

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“I...Iike you, mesh'la.”

“I like you too.”

He huffed a sigh through his nose, his hand holding your fingers to his face.

“I like you, like like you, like you.”

Your lips parted, heat rising to your cheeks.

“I....if you don't feel the same I und-”

He was silenced by your lips meeting his. The world fell away, only you and the clone who had captured your heart long ago. All too soon, you both came up for air.

A giggle bubbled up from your throat as you took in his adorably surprised expression.

“Good enough of an answer for you?”

The hint of a smirk curled his lips, “I might need you to repeat that.”

Rising to the bait, you pressed your lips to his once more. This kiss deeper and more urgent than the last. You barely heard the clatter of drinks being set hastily on the nearby counter before strong arms wrapped around you pulling you closer. Your tongue ventured out testing the seam of his lips earning a soft gasp from the trooper. The smoldering embers in your belly roaring to life as soon as his tongue joined yours.

“Mesh'la.” He breathed.

The hand at the small of your back twitched. One of his fingers tracing your spine. A surge of boldness took you as you grasped that hand moving it lower. A groan rumbled in his throat as he made contact with your ass. He gave a gentle squeeze to test the waters growing braver once your muffled moan met his ears.

Your own hands wandered the expanse of his chest blindly mapping out his pectorals before moving down to his abdomen.

“You sure about this?” He mumbled against your lips.

“Case, I've waited three tours for this.”

“Alright,”

His hands swiftly moved to cradle your thighs before abruptly lifting you. You felt his grin at your surprised squeak. After the adjustment of encircling your legs around his waist, the trooper began making his way to your bedroom.

Your back soon met the plush mattress with him towering above you.

“Get this off.” You smirked, grabbing a fist full of his shirt.

He pulled away long enough to peel off his shirt tossing the article away.

“Your turn.”

Your top soon met the floor. You soon reached behind you and once you relieved the clasps of their duty, you bra was soon added to the floor. You giggled after following his entranced gaze.

“You can touch.”

He gingerly cupped one of your breasts before he planted his face in between the soft mounds. After another giggle left you, he said something but was muffled. Placing a hand on each side of his head, you lifted.

“Try that again?”

“This must be what heaven feels like.”

You let his head fall back into your chest with a half hearted roll of your eyes. The giggles morphing into moans as soon as his tongue graced your skin. You soon began squirming under him. The roaring fire in your belly only growing hotter.

“Case, come on,”

He lifted his gaze to look into your eyes.

“Pants off, trooper.”

The playful spark in his eyes matched his grin, “Now that's an order I can follow.”

As soon as he stood to disrobe, you took your chance to shimmy out of your pants. Your thumbs were already hooked into the waistband of your panties, but you stopped upon watching his pants hit the floor. A sizable bulge forming a tent in the front of his boxers. You moved forward batting his hands away. Your fingers dipping into the waistband of his boxers. Another hand ghosting over his bulge.

"Nice of you to stand at attention for me," you teased.

His laugh was laced with the undertones of a groan, “Well, when the occasion's right.”

After he gave the okay, his boxers were soon around his ankles. Your gaze plastered on what was hiding underneath.

“We don't have t-”

“Oh no, you're bringing that over here.”

He chuckled returning to his post. His lips seeking out yours. The pressure of his exposed cock against your thigh adding to your thinning patience to have him inside you.

You teeth grazed his bottom lip, “Get on your back.”

His arms wrapped around you as he rolled. Your chests pressed flush to each other. You offered another kiss before shifting to straddle him. His cock offering a delighted throb at being nestled between your sopping folds. Your hips rocked against his, earning a groan that trailed off into a whine.

“Feels so good already.”

Your fingers closed around his length as you lined him up with your entrance.

“Then you'll love this.”

The cheeky reply on his lips died in favor of a gasp. His hands moving to grip your hips. His head lulling back into the pillows. You stayed still to allow your body to adjust to his size. The stuttering twitches of his hips almost eliciting a giggle from you.

“Kriff, you're tight.” He gritted out, fingers pressing harder into your hips.

“I'll move in a minute,” You soothed, your fingertips skating over his chest, “just relax and let me show you how much I've wanted you.”

The look that met yours was equal parts adorable and sexy. His pupils blown wide from lust with warmth swirling within his irises the color of whiskey, and you wanted nothing more than to drink him in.

After a few moments, you gave an experimental rock of your hips. A white hot lance of pleasure shot up your spine. Your gaze locked to the ceiling as your rocking soon became shallow thrusts. Hardcase's strings of whispered praises spurring you onward.

When you tore your eyes away from the ceiling, the sight below was almost your undoing. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breaths. A sheen of sweat had begun to form on his temples. Grabbing one of his hands, you guided his fingers to your folds. His trigger finger resting upon your pearl.

“Case, please.”

Who was he to deny such a request?

It took little guidance apart from demonstrating that circling your pearl resulting in your heat giving him a squeeze. Soon he was easing you toward the peak like a pro. Circling in one direction only to change directions moments later. Alternating pressures and speeds to milk more of those sweet noises from you.

Much too soon for your liking, the peak of your pleasure was upon you, and he never let up. His name a hoarse cry as your back curved. Euphoria exploding along every nerve.

A curse tore from his throat at your muscles clamping down around him. His hips bucking up to chase the tightness. His own end approaching at an alarming rate.

“Mesh'la, I..” He was cut off by his groan.

“In.” You managed before his back arched tight as a bowstring.

His hands pressing your hips to his. His cock pulsing as your pussy continued to milk every last drop of his seed from him.

Eventually you eased him out of you in favor of laying in his welcoming embrace.

“So, you do that with all your friends?” He teased.

You chuffed out a laugh, “Friends, no, but with a boyfriend..”

His lips cut you off.

#hardcase #hardcase x reader #hardcase x you #smut

58 notes · View notes

nahoney22 · 1 year

Note

Sweet Alanah! Congratulations on the new milestone of 3000!!!! You deserve it and here is to many, many more to follow. I always love your stories and you know I would never let an opportunity slide by where I can do a prompt request.

Soooo how about a fluffy smutty one with .....Hardcase and the prompts: " i never knew that i could want someone so badly. " and ❛ you feel like home to me. ❜

F Reader ofcourse ( yes it is always highly selfindulgient ofcourse hehe ).

Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Hardcase X F!Reader

word count: 580

NSFW

Prompts:

“I never knew I could want someone so badly.”

“You feel like home to me.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Cunnilingus (reader receiving), fluff, established relationship.

Authors note: loving you always, thanks for the support @ladykatakuri . Enjoy 😊

There's nothing quite like waking up to the warm and comforting presence of your loved one back home from duty, especially on a lazy morning in bed. As you bask in the cozy comfort of each other's company, Hardcase begins to leave a trail of delicate kisses along your exposed collarbones, down your body, and over your naval, finally stopping at your hipbone.

"If I'm not mistaken," Hardcase says, looking up at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "I seem to have missed out on dessert last night."

You can't help but let out a playful giggle, prodding him with your foot. "You're such a tease, Hardcase," you reply with a grin.

"Me? A tease?" Hardcase says, planting a sweet kiss on your thigh. "I think it was you who was doing the teasing last night, wearing that gorgeous dress for our dinner date." He reminisces about the special outfit you wore just for him, creating a romantic yet lusting atmosphere.

“Oh you mean that dark red one? Your favorite?” You smirk, acting coy.

“You already know it, sweet cheeks.” Again, he kisses your thigh but this time on the inner side causing you to let out a little squeak in pleasure. “I never knew that I could want someone so badly.”

His words make you blush profusely.

He chuckles against you, hands caressing over your hips and waist but stopping when his fingers reach the hem of your night shorts. And being the tease that he was with your consent, he begins to pull them down with his teeth.

“You’re crazy, Hardcase.” You hummed in amusement, eyes sparkling in delight as he slings your shorts over his shoulder so they drape, wagging his brows at you mischievously.

“And you love it.”

You smile, heart content although beating rather rapidly right now. “Absolutely I do o-oh!” Your words veer off, head and back arching back as Hardcase began to place open mouth kisses to your pussy, tongue delving against your folds.

Your fingers tangle in the warm sheets of your bed, Hardcase fully spreading your legs as his tongue thrusts forward inside your soaked pussy. “Tastes s’ good.” He mumbled against you, vibrations raking your body.

“Like your dessert, handsome?” You say with a lazy laugh, always so relaxed to have a laugh with your boyfriend during the most intimate moments, your hand coming down to hold the back of his head, fingers tracing over his blue ink.

“Fucking love it.” He grumbles in hunger, hands gripping onto your thighs and pulling you closer if it was even possible. The pleasure is overwhelming, but you love it – it’s welcomed, unlike the stress that’s recently snowballed into both of your lives.

But he’s here and between your legs. How perfect.

He continues eating you out, gentle and sweet yet also rough enough to make you feel like you’re on a cloud 9. His tongue laps up your juices like no tomorrow, the wet appendage so warm against your throbbing cunt.

“Mesh’la?” He pulls away, licking his lips and you look down with him in a daze.

“Yes cutie?” You mumble, stroking his cheek.

“Do I ever tell you that you feel like home to me?”

Your heart soars and the sob that leaves you is one of pure pleasure as he didn’t even wait for your reply as he dived straight back into your pussy, sucking on your clit vigorously that your legs begin to shake, toes curl and his name falls from your lips.

tags: @nunanuggets @andyoufollowyourheart @littlefeatherr @kaitou2417 @eyecandyeoz @captxin-rex @cwarssimp @jesseeka a @ashotofspotchka @oohyesplease @megafrost4 @theroguesully @equalityforcats @mustluvecho @misogirl828 @ladykatakuri i @jambolska-grozdova @chxpsi @arctrooper69 @padawancat97 @rain-on-kamino @either-madness-or-brilliance @staycalmandhugaclone @ko-neko-san @echos-girlfriend @fiveshelmet @tech-aficionado @grizabellasolo @whore4rex @therealnekomari @autumnleaves1991-blog @tech-depression-inventory @brynhildrmimi @greaser-wolf @lucyysthings @tinyreadersmur @agenteliix @myinnerwonderlandmind @rintheemolion @kaminocasey @hotpinkplastoid

Masterlist

Prompt List -REQUESTS CLOSED.

#hardcase x reader #clone Hardcase #Hardcase x you #nahoney22 writes #Clone trooper Hardcase

85 notes · View notes

wizardofrozz · 1 year

Text

Hardcase x fem!reader, Jesse, Fives, Kix, Captain Rex, Commander Cody, and Anakin Skywalker

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: none

A/N: The reader’s job at the Temple is similar to an airfield operator. So basically the person in charge of moving ships around the hangar so it’s not mayhem.

Hardcase bounced his leg in time with the ringing of his com, glancing up when Jesse laughed across the room. Torrent’s barracks were mostly empty aside from Jesse and Tup, giving him a tiny bit of privacy. The call finally connected and Hardcase straightened, smiling like an idiot when your flickering outline came into view.

“Hey! Sorry, I was putting a few things away and didn’t hear my com,” you rushed out but the apology fell on deaf ears. Somehow, your beauty still stunned him every time without fail.

“That’s okay,” he managed to force out, his eyes dancing around your features. He’d never get sick of seeing your smiling face. “I have a bit of downtime and wanted to see your pretty face.”

“Is that so?” you chuckled, arching a brow.

“‘Course, cyar’ika, you brighten my day,” Hardcase cooed. It came out a bit teasing but he meant it with every fiber of his being. Your eyes narrowed, skepticism written all over your face.

“I swear ‘Case, if you did some crazy shit again and broke another bone -”

“I didn’t!” he cried immediately, waving off Jesse when he glanced over.

“Then what did you do?” you pressed.

“Nothing! Why do you always think I did something?” As soon as it was out of his mouth he flinched; he did have a habit of getting himself into trouble.

“Hm, I wonder,” you deadpanned.

“I’ve been on my best behavior,” Hardcase swore with a hand over his heart. Your suspicion didn’t wane but you nodded, relaxing back in your chair. “So, what did you do today?”

“Oh, well that’s why it took me so long to answer,” you replied, leaning down to dig through something out of sight. “I went to get dinner and go shopping with mum.”

“Get anything interesting?” he asked, crawling farther into his bunk to get comfortable.

“Mm, not really. Just one thing I wanted to show you,” you replied, still searching. “Ah!” You grinned as you held up the sweater, draping it over your upper body. He couldn’t tell what color it was through the hologram but the snowflakes were easy to notice.

“A Life Day sweater?”

“I thought it was cute,” you laughed, turning it around to look at it. “And, it’s blue and white for my favorite boys.” Hardcase smiled, huffing out a quiet laugh. He did love seeing you in 501st blue and you were well aware.

“Send me a picture later,” he proposed. It was honestly meant as an innocent request but warmth started to pool in his stomach when a flirty little smile lifted the corner of your mouth.

“Gettin’ lonely, pretty boy?” you purred, tilting your head.

“That was not what I meant,” Hardcase insisted, glancing away, “but I won’t look a gift orbak in the mouth.” Your laughter was light and warm, a sound he’d found himself missing after being surrounded by only droids and his brothers.

“I guess it’ll be a surprise then,” you chuckled, folding your arms and resting your chin on them.

“Fine by me, cyare,” Hardcase sighed happily, studying your blue-tinted features.

“Now tell me how you’ve been, honey.”

It took Fives and Jesse jumping into his bunk to pull him away from you but it was getting late on Coruscant and he didn’t want to keep you up. Hardcase let his brothers drag him out of the barracks to do who knows what; he hoped it revolved around getting something to eat. Fives and Jesse were on his left side, having a loud conversation that Hardcase hadn’t been paying attention to when his datapad pinged. He dropped back a step when your com frequency blinked back at him; he was not going to share the picture he was expecting with his brothers.

Hardcase could tell there were two images in the message, the first one was an innocent picture of you in your new sweater and he let out a quiet sigh of relief. He jumped when an arm settled around his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Fives’ face out of the corner of his eye. Hardcase had never been more thankful that he hadn’t scrolled down.

“I swear, she gets prettier every time I see her,” Fives purred, jostling him. Hardcase shoved him away, exiting the message before Fives got nosy; his brother laughed, shooting him a shit-eating grin. Jesse arched a brow from the mess hall door, falling in step with his brothers as they made their way to their regular table where Kix and Rex were sitting already.

“Hey, boys,” Rex greeted, barely glancing up from his datapad. The three newly arrived troopers greeted him with a chorused “captain” as they crowded around the table. “I guess I can give you the new orders while you’re here.”

“New orders?” Jesse wondered, resting his arms on the table.

“We’re returning to Coruscant. General Skywalker has some kind of senate business to handle so we get a few days of shore leave,” Rex said, finally setting his datapad down. Hardcase tried not to look excited, but Rex's faint head shake meant he’d failed to contain his smile. Could his captain really blame him for being excited to see you?

His brothers continued to talk back and forth but Hardcase’s thoughts were already drifting down another road. And the pictures you sent him gave him an idea.

The Jedi temple hangar was buzzing with activity. Jedi and clones hurried around as you tried to rearrange the ships that were docked to make room for incoming ships amidst the chaos. You got a thumbs-up from Manny, the clone currently moving a Jedi starfighter as he retracted the landing gears. The ping from your datapad drew your attention and you glanced around to make sure no one was watching before opening the message from Hardcase. Apparently, he had a lot of time to waste since he had been sending you messages most of the day.

Did you get a chance to wear your new sweater yet?

The message had you raising a brow but you quickly typed back that you hadn’t had the chance yet but that you planned on wearing it to the Life Day party at the Temple later. Working for the Jedi wasn’t something you had ever imagined you’d be doing but you enjoyed it. They included any of the non-Force users in the few celebrations they had every year and it didn’t feel like you or any of your co-workers were lesser. You felt appreciated.

Your datapad pinged again but you were forced to ignore it when air traffic called in that there was a badly damaged shuttle coming in. Hardcase would have to wait.

One of the downsides to Coruscant was the weather-controlled climate. It didn’t snow often so walking into the Jedi temple’s courtyard felt a little odd. Life Day decorations covered every visible spot and soft music filled the space but the bright sunlight felt a little out of place. Jedi knights, padawans, temple workers, and clones milled around the courtyard mingling and it almost felt normal. Even though the infantry clones were still in full armor because the war didn’t care about the holidays, the air felt lighter, happier than you remembered. Although, you couldn’t ignore the wave of longing that washed over you. Hardcase hadn’t mentioned shore leave which meant there was no chance he’d be on-world and you tried not to let the thought bring your mood down.

However, catching a glimpse of Commander Cody didn’t help.

“Commander,” you greeted when he looked up. You knew most of the clone commanding officers to some degree, being that they were the ones that usually accompanied their generals to the temple.

“Hey,” Cody hummed with a half-smile. “They let you out of the hangar for once.”

“I do have a life you know,” you huffed, shaking your head.

“Oh I know,” Cody snorted, hiding it behind his drink, “Rex tells me about it.”

“I wish I could say I was surprised but…well, have you met Hardcase?” Cody laughed quietly and it felt good to see the usually rigid commander loosen up a bit. Something akin to amusement danced in his eyes when he suddenly glanced down.

“Nice sweater. Wonder who that’s for?”

“Must be a coincidence,” you deadpanned, earning another pearl of laughter from Cody. You were just about to move on to the group of your coworkers you could see a few feet away when Cody’s eyes flickered over your head. His expression fell in shock before he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head.

“He’s an idiot,” Cody mumbled, meeting your gaze again.

“What -?” You twisted around to find what he was talking about, your own disbelief cutting the question short. General Skywalker was the first person you recognized but Rex’s iconic blonde hair was hard to miss. Your heart stuttered in your chest, eyes immediately searching the small group of soldiers making their way into the courtyard. They were almost directly in front of you by the time you managed to get your pounding heart under control.

General Skywalker’s knowing smile made your face feel too warm.

“You look surprised to see us,” he noted, crossing his arms.

“I - I didn’t know the 501st was back,” you managed to spit out, using every ounce of willpower not to look for the one person you were desperate to see.

“Now that I think about it, I’m not surprised,” Skywalker laughed, glancing at the captain standing beside him. Rex looked exhausted and you had a sinking feeling it had something to do with a certain brother.

“He’s your problem for a few days,” Rex grumbled before making a beeline toward where Cody was still standing. Skywalker chuckled again as he patted your shoulder and moved around you. And that’s when you saw him.

“Oh dear,” you breathed. Hardcase was bouncing impatiently a few feet away as he talked with Jesse. The urge to sprint to him was barely curbed by the staggering shock freezing you in place. Your eyes trailed down from his face, darting around the familiar white shapes painted on his completely blue breastplate. You didn’t need to look down at your own outfit to know it would match.

Hardcase glanced toward you and his entire face lit up with a smile, apparently ignoring the stunned expression on your face that Jesse was laughing at. He quickly closed the few feet to stand before you, oozing pride.

“You alive, cyar’ika?” he teased, drawing your eyes up to meet his.

“We match,” you blurted needlessly, blinking a few times. Hardcase’s smile was nearly blinding as he rested a hand on his chest and you finally move a bit closer, still leaving an acceptable distance while you were still in public.

“So you like it?” he asked, his voice pitching up in uncertainty. You reached forward to rest your hand on his, smiling up at him; tears collected in your eyes at the rush of reliefshockhappiness knotting in your chest.

“I love it, Hardcase,” you assured, your stomach swooping when he ducked his head. “And I love you.” Hardcase’s eyes flickered around the crowd standing a fair distance behind you and ducked down to steal a quick kiss.

“I love you too,” he whispered. You felt ready to burst, overwhelmed with a dizzy kind of joy that came with knowing Hardcase was home and you dropped your eyes back to his breastplate. It took a second for the question to form in your mind before you found his eyes again, your brows furrowed.

“Why didn’t you just see about buying a matching sweater?” you wondered. Hardcase’s face fell as he thought about your suggestion only to turn his face away with a bashful smile. “You didn’t think of it, did you?”

“I didn’t think of it,” he agreed. And Maker, you never wanted to kiss him more.

“Well, I like this better anyway,” you laughed, squeezing his hand that you were still holding. Hardcase tilted his head down to study the design he’d obviously worked hard on with a proud grin.

Rex would probably make him scrub it off later, regulations and all, but you could savor the thoughtful gesture while you had the chance. At least holopics lasted forever.

25 days of Life Day Masterlist

Taglist: @sleepingsun501

#25 days of life day #hardcase x reader #clone trooper hardcase #501st battalion #star wars #hardcase x you #reader insert #fem!reader

39 notes · View notes