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[sunshinesdaydream]

The Power of Love Part 2

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (She/They) AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: The return of the bad pick up line and the first date. Content Warning: Clones and reader speak Mando'a badly because I can't language. Word Count: 2289

Link to Playlist I use for this AU

Notes: -All of my fic in this AU are named for songs and are on the playlist linked above.

Short Bios for Isa Mio and Greatheart are complete.

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

-End graphic credit to @tcwmatchmakingau for the reward for completing a request.

-Title image by me

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

You didn’t bother reading the packet, or rereading the profile. Between the medical frigate and the supply depot on Coruscant, you had interacted and were basically adopted by enough clones to not only have more than a handle on their culture. But also be part of it. You spoke and understood more than enough mando’a to understand when they decided to speak it. That depended heavily on their trainers and who their COs were. Greatheart adopted you as a sibling not long after falling for Isa. Many of your coworkers, both on the ship and on Coruscant had become very close friends. Almost all of them were troopers. Just about when you were going to dig around for dinner, Isa and Greatheart showed up with take out. “We’re here to keep you company!” Isa said, holding up a bottle of wine. “I’m here to keep you company,” Greatheart said, as he set the food on your counter,” She’s here to tell you more about the guy and grill you about what you are going to wear,” “To make up for it, I brought your favorite!” Isa reasoned. Arranged at the small dining table, Isa started in. Full on info dumping about the guy. When she started analyzing his microexpressions from when she talked about you, Greatheart said, “I think that’s enough, Love,” “I’m glad it’s in the evening, I’ll have a chance to go shopping,” you say, trying to head off the clothing debate. “I need something more appropriate to wear for skating and see if the skate shop has some plain coverings. If not I might have to use the ones at the rink…” “What are you talking about?” Isa asked. “Your skates are pretty, and don’t you have clothes to skate in?” “They are all like this,” you gestured to the brightly colored outfit you wore. “I’ll find something more mature to wear,” “The kark you will!” Isa exclaimed pushing back from the table and marching off to your room. “What are you doing?” You ask as she began riffling through your closet. Cursing in several languages came from inside your closet. Something toupe in color got thrown out of the closet with a yell of “Throw that the kriff away!” Greatheart leaned in the doorway, still sipping the wine you had with dinner. “Now you did it, vod’ika,” he laughed. “I picked him for you because he is going to love your bright, colorful self” she said, emerging with one of your favorite outfits. “This, is perfect!”

You skated the rink, trying to blow off the nervous energy. Isa had been trying to find someone for you since she found Greatheart. But she had been a romantic for as long as you knew her.

Maybe the extra nerves were because Greatheart had been so sure? You didn’t know. You kept switching between anxiously watching the entryway when you could to pointedly not looking at it. The rink was empty for the most part, as it usually was on this day. The busy days were the weekends.

You figured you would know him when he walked in. Not many clones came here, the ones that did were regulars that you knew. So you did know it was him the minute he came in. But he also spotted you right away, and smiled brightly and waved. You realized Isa probably showed him a picture or a hundred of you. He looked so very happy you couldn’t help but smile back as you headed over to him. “Looks like you’re having fun, meshla!” He called as soon as you were close enough. “I am!��� You answer, “want to learn?” “Let’s do it!” The excitement in his voice was not faked. “I hadn’t even heard of this before,” “I don’t think it’s even done outside of Coruscant anymore,” you answer. Wondering at the ease of the conversation. “Wouldn’t know,” he answered as the attendant didn’t even bother to ask shoe size and handed him skates. “Everywhere I’ve seen so far is either to rural or too stuffy. Some of the guys would love this even if it would give our medic fits,” “There is a reason I never told Isa about being in roller derby,” you tell him. “What’s that?” He asks, eagerly. “Later,” you laugh, “let’s get you skating first” He begins changing to the skates and you notice his shoes. Bright purple athletic shoes, obviously new or fairly new. “Oh I love your shoes!” You exclaim. “Really?” He asks, his voice stumbles for a beat. “I wasn’t going to get them because someone told me they were childish, but I went back to get them today,” “They are such a good color” you tell him, “You shouldn’t listen to people that say you shouldn’t wear what you like,” as you internally kicked yourself for doing the same. “I don’t anymore, cyar’ika,” he grins up at you as he finishes lacing his skate. Hardcase definitely wasn’t the most difficult person you ever taught to skate. He actually took to it fairly easily, but got ahead of himself more times than not and ended up falling with a laugh. You couldn’t help laugh with him. One time, he was laughing harder than the other times before. “You didn’t hit your head did you?” You ask, “I really don’t need a medic after me,” “No,” he said, catching his breath, “just remembered something kind of stupid,” You give him a questioning look, but you don’t press. “The guys were trading bad pick up lines,” he said, “I think I’m falling for you,” he laughed. You giggle and say, “oh that is bad,” He uses one finger, tilting your head up for you to make eye contact and with a soft grin says, “yeah, it is. But I think I might also be true,” then brushes a soft kiss to your cheek. Next thing you know he has a hold of your hand and is asking you to teach him the next thing. “You just fell trying the last one,” you protest. “Maybe some practice?”

"The turn or the kiss?” Hardcase asked, impishly. “Both” you answered immediately. He smiled brightly, “good!” You actually spend another hour skating when you can hear his stomach growl over the music. “Time to eat?” You ask, laughing. Hardcase nods enthusiastically saying, “come on, I know just the place” as he is already moving. He had you out on the crowded walk and weaving through the crowd. Your hand securely in his as he led the way. It wasn’t more than a couple of minutes when you are outside a diner. “It’s not the one I usually go to, but it’s still good” he grinned. “Sounds good to me,” you agree. “They have milkshakes?” “Of course!” He said as he led you went inside. While you waited for the food to arrive he asked, “how do you feel about pranks?” “I like to participate in them,” you grin. “Good, because Rex asked a favor,” Hardcase said. “Rex, as in the Captain?” You ask. “You know him?” “I know his signature from his requisitions, the forgery that I’m sure is one of his medics that I let slide through, one that always requisitions the wildest things, and one that tries to get explosives,” you count off on your fingers. His shoulder shook with repressed laughter, mischief sparkled in his eyes. “Wait, you?” You asked. “Let me guess… the explosives?” “Why do you think that was me?” He laughed. “I guessed,” you laugh. “The guys are not going to believe this. So who is doing the random combinations?” “Fives, or Echo. Or both” Hardcase answered, still laughing. “They sound fun,” you say. “They are,” he grinned, ”they are great brothers,” “Wait, Captain Rex wants you to play a prank on someone?” You ask. “More like my brother Rex wants us to get back at some of my other brothers because they were obnoxious on his first date,” he answered. “What did they do?” You ask. Hardcase told you about Echo trying to hack Rex’s com to listen in on the date, failing that tried to follow them around. He had you laughing so hard you could barely breathe when the food arrived. “Good to know they do it out of love,” You laugh, as you dip a fry into your shake he grinned and did the same. “Kind of like Isa?” he asked. “Isa is a menace, ever since Greatheart showed up on the ship, ”you shook your head. “It took about two standard

months for her to get settled and then she started trying to set me up with anyone,” “The ship?” he asked. “The first half of the war I was in charge of supply on one of the medical frigates. It's how I met Isa,” you explain. “She was assigned the bottom bunk and I had the top. I don't stay very still in my sleep. The first night I woke up floating in the air next to the bunk. It's how she basically kept me from being in bacta for two days and I found out she was from the Jedi service corp,” You trade stories over the rest of your meal and then as you go out and walk around aimlessly. Eventually you make it back to the entrance of your building. “So, what did Rex want us to do?” You ask, remembering the earlier conversation. “What? Oh, I don’t know yet,” Hardcase answered, “he wanted to wait and see how tonight went” “And how did tonight go?”You tease. Hardcase looked a bit more serious, his smile slightly more shy, “Like I’d be a di’kut to let you go,” his hand on your lower back, pulling you close as you blush. “Why would I want to leave?” You return, still blushing. “I'm not too childish for you?” he asked, his tone somewhere between teasing and plaintive. “You?” you ask, “What about me? Maybe we just play well together,” “Do you think we do?” he asked, now grinning, running his fingers gently along your cheek before cradling the back of your neck. “I think so,” you hold on to his broad shoulders. He hummed in agreement as he gently kissed you. As you pulled him closer to you, the kiss deepened and became almost playful. The hand he had on your back tracing random patterns through your shirt. When the kiss ended naturally, both of you smiling, he asked. “Can I com you tomorrow?” “You better,” you answer,”Because I'm going to com you too,” “When can I see you again?” he asked. “Mmm,” you hum, thinking. “You said you had early patrol the day after tomorrow?” He nodded in response. “Want to come over and we can make a pizza and watch a holo?” you offer. “I'll bring some icecream,” he offered. “You're going to spoil me,” you accuse him. “I hope so,” he said, giving you a quick kiss. “Sweet dreams,” he murmured against your lips. You don't think you are going to be able to fall asleep. But you do, waking to both your alarm and your com going off at the same time. Isa, she knew your schedule as well as she knew her own. “'Morning, Isa,” You mumble, pulling yourself out of bed. “How did it go?” she squealed.

“Isn't it early for you to be talking shop?” you ask as you stumble into the 'fresher to brush your teeth, blinking in the bright light. “Office doesn't open for another five hours,” You hear faint grumbling in the background. “Did you wake him for this?” you ask. “Heart is fine, now tell me about how it went,” she returned. “It went great,” you say through a mouth full of toothpaste. “Great? Is that all?” she said. “I need details!” “You know you aren't getting any details out of me this time of day,” you remind her as you continue to brush your teeth, propping the com up on the sink while you start to multitask getting ready to leave. “If I didn't do it now I would have to wait until you went to lunch, or left work for the day,” she said. You hear Greatheart mumble something about patience and the sun not being up in the background. “I agree with whatever he said,” you tell her, rinsing your mouth. “You always take his side,” Isa pouted. “It's because he's usually right,”You answer, washing your face. “Not usually,” Isa said. “Okay, always,” you answer. Your com starts beeping that someone else was trying to contact you. You look at the screen, Hardcase. “Isa, he is trying to com. I'll talk to you later,” You switch lines. “Hi,” you say.

“Hi, could I see you for a minute?” he asked. “Um, yeah,” you went to your door panel and saw him on the screen. You push the code for him to come up. You were still in your sleep clothes, hair a mess from sleep, but you didn't care. You opened the door in time to see him step out of the lift smiling. Evidently in the middle of a morning run, shorts and t-shirt, a bit sweaty. He walked towards you, cradled your cheek with a warm hand and kissed you with the same playfulness as the night before. “Good morning, babe,” he said as soon as he pulled back. “Good morning,” you answer, slightly dazed. “Talk to you later?” he asked, backing into the lift as he asked. He laughed as you nodded enthusiastically as the lift door closed. You immediately call Isa back, ”I’ll be by after work with tea for you and a caf for Heart. Tell him I love him,” Evidently you were on speaker. “Love you to, vod’ika. You owe me a pastry for this,"

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❤️Love and Wrecker Hugs!❤️

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[djarrex]

This GORGEOUS Foxiyo art by @lornaka inspired this... like, idk where this came from but I've been thinking about it all day. Typed it out on my phone real quick. 18+ only but there is nothing explicit.

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"Sen- Riyo," Fox quickly catches himself, his coherence nearly lost in those large, golden eyes from where they gaze down at him - her forehead lowering and resting against his while lavender locks act as a curtain falling around the two of them. It's just them for the moment. "You're so beautiful."

His large, worn hands lazily rub soothing circles across the expanse of her back - the stark contrast of soft skin beneath calloused fingertips reminding him of just how different they are; a clone commander bred to fight, and a caring Senator who brings peace with her words, yet against all odds, they found each other.

Slender fingers comb into the streaks of grey growing in place of the brown just above his ears as she cradles his head in her cerulean hands. The silky sheet falls inch by inch off of her perfect shoulders and pools at small of her back where his hands have paused - relishing the way her muscles flex under his palms with her gentle movements. Fox is enamored with the kind-hearted, intelligent, breathtaking Pantoran who's currently straddled over him and languidly rocking her hips to meet the lifting of his.

He's been feeling this way for a while - perhaps since the first moment he'd laid eyes on her as she laughed with Senator Amidala while walking through the Senate Complex. He mentally curses himself for feeling this way, for allowing it to grow into what this undoubtedly is - though there was no stopping this once it had bloomed. Senator Chuchi feels the same way, he knows this; she shows him in her own, sweet gestures - one of those being how she often brings him large cups of caf in the middle of the night while he's stuck in the office, long after anyone of importance had gone home for the evening, long after she should have gone home for the evening. She doesn't dare voice those three words aloud, though - for the same reasons Fox hasn't yet. It's too dangerous, too forbidden - the taste of that word in particular sour on his tongue. Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard is not permitted such unadulterated bliss, not permitted to love - and is especially not permitted to harbor such feelings for an esteemed Senator, of all sentients.

Forbidden love - for both parties involved.

He feels too strongly for this woman - the very woman who is currently grinding herself against him in earnest as they both approach euphoria - to keep the three words trapped in his mind any longer.

"I... I love you," he daringly murmurs into her plump, periwinkle lips - testing the shape of those dangerous words at the most appropriate moment. They don't float in the air - the words spoken right into her. The smile that stretches on her lips quickly falls into an open mouthed gasp as she clenches hard around him.

Softly panting, his wide thumbs brush over the yellow markings that line the curve of her cheeks. She cradles his stubbly jaw in her hands and tilts her forehead back down to rest against his - whispering those three words back to him.

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