secondly- yessss thank you and sorry I didn't see this <3!!!
17. Who’s had the same pair of jeans for years and refuses to change them out?
Ashe and Kit! Ashe because he has them worn in just the way he likes them, they're soft and comfy and they make him look really cool. He will keep stitching them back together until he physically can't anymore. Kit is just lazy. He only has one pair of jeans, he wears them once every two months, they're ugly as hell and Dara wants to burn them.
37. Who’s more foulmouthed?
It's a tough competition between Dara and Nocte, but Dara would probably win because she can't really regulate herself around children, whereas Nocte can. When Dara swears in front of Nocte's kids she gets glared at.
52. Who whines the most when they get sick?
Nocte. He's not used to it for one thing. It also means he can't go to work and he has to self isolate because if one clone actually manages to get sick then it's not too long before it's tearing through the ranks and half the GAR is in bed with a cough. The other's do their best to look after him though. Dara is also pretty whiny because she feels sorry for herself and wants cuddles and hot tea and to be taken care of. Both Kit and Ashe will keep working until they pass out. It's a problem.
Ashe Lark belongs to @penguinkiwi, Nocte belongs to @purgetrooperfox. Feel free to correct me on anything guys!!!!!!
"cuddling under the stars, falling asleep in each other's arms" for Kit/Dara? (or any combo of the polycule if you want nopressure 👉👈)
Any combination of the polycule you say?
[cracks knuckles and grins] here we fuckin go.
An Ocean Full Of Stars
Read on AO3 or below the cut ❤️
“Sometimes I still can't quite believe we all made it,” Nocte murmured.
He sipped his beer, gazing out across the ocean of Glee Anselm. The moon was full, the sky clear and full of stars. It was like Nocte could lie back in the sand and feel the Galaxy rotate slowly around him.
He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so beautiful.
This beer was also incredibly strong. And delicious.
“I know what you mean,” Ashe said. He poked the fire, his knees tucked under his chin. He looked relaxed, his cheeks pink with alcohol and a little bit of sunburn, a rug thrown over his shoulders. “This feels like a dream.”
Nocte reached out and tugged him sideways, pressing his face into Ashe’s messy curls with a grin. Ashe giggled and nuzzled into his side, kissing Nocte’s neck as he settled down.
It did feel like a dream, the kind of fantasy that Nocte would never have let himself have before.
He was free. His brothers were free.
He was free and he was on fucking holiday, with three of the people he loved most in the world. He never thought he’d be able to get this far, never really expected to survive the war, never let him think about an ‘after’. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d get to have this.
Never did he expect to have them.
Ashe had cooked them dinner, fresh fish roasted over an open fire. He’d smiled softly and talked about the camping trips he used to take with his Master, opening up in a way he never had before. Kit had caught them the fish while Dara foraged the shoreline, scrambling over rocks to make them a salad.
All three of the Jedi seemed younger, more free. Unconstrained by their code, their responsibilities. Kit, in particular, had chased Dara up the shoreline and tackled her into the surf. He’d always been cheerful, but Nocte didn't think he’d ever heard him laugh so much or so freely.
They were all so happy, so bright, and it made Nocte’s heart swell with emotion he didn’t know how to articulate.
If he was a romantic, or maybe a little more drunk, he might’ve called it joy.
It felt damn close, as Ashe snuggled happily into his side. The fire crackled beside them, the dune grass rustled at their back, and the waves lapped gently at the shore. Nocte finished his beer and tossed the empty bottle in the vague direction of his pack, not wanting to move away from the man tucked warm against his side. Above them, the moon shone brightly, making the waves glitter like the lights of Coruscant, only infinitely more beautiful.
Of course, Nocte had never seen Kit and Dara climb out of the Coruscant skyline, naked and dripping. The water ran down them like droplets of silver, rivulets of jewels that trickled down their bare arms to where their hands were tangled together.
Maybe Nocte was a romantic. He was definitely very drunk.
So were they, going by the way they were both giggling like tubies, snorts and all. Dara kept bumping into Kit, and he kept bumping her in return, fresh bursts of laughter erupting every time they tried to knock each other over. Kit tugged her into his side with his grip on her hand, pressing his face into her tresses with a beautiful sunshine grin. She stuck her leg out and they both went tumbling into the sand.
Ashe propped himself up on his elbows, and he and Nocte watched as their partners tussled. Eventually Dara won. Well, Kit gave up, and rested his hands on her waist as she perched over his hips. She leaned down, her tresses swinging forwards as she kissed him softly.
Kit and Dara had a history that they didn’t share with Ashe or Nocte. It was all there in the way she rested her forehead against Kit’s, the way he cupped her cheek and closed his eyes.
When he’d first met her, he’d been threatened by it. Though he would rather die than say it outloud, he’d been jealous. Jealous of how easily she slid into Kit’s orbit, of how familiar and relaxed they were with each other. Their history was there in every smile she gave him; every look shared between them loaded with hidden meaning.
He’d hated it.
Now though, years later, it just meant he loved them all the more. He loved that he and Ashe got to be part of it, part of them. He could read Dara’s little glances, her crooked smile and her raised brows. He could read it as easily as he could the curve of Kit’s grin and the disgruntled twitch of Ashe’s nose. The way Ashe pouted when he was thinking deeply, and the softness to Kit’s eyes as he watched.
It might have taken Nocte a little longer for him to be able to read them as easily as they could read him, but he could.
Eventually, Dara clambered off Kit and pulled him to his feet. They dried themselves off and wandered over to the little camp the four of them had made for their day at the beach. Dara flopped down on the blanket next to Nocte, snuggling into his side with a happy hum, as Kit poked at the fire. Nocte kissed her forehead and she reached across his chest to stroke Ashe’s hair out of his face with soft fingers.
Ashe yawned and burrowed closer into Nocte’s side.
“Have a good swim, Cyare?” Nocte murmured. He threaded his hand through her ahwey and she sighed, her breath ghosting over his chest in the warm evening air.
“Mm,” she hummed, relaxing further with every pass of his fingers through her tresses. “Yes. Even though Kit was there.”
Kit laughed, standing and tossing his fire poking stick back into the sand. He folded down into the sand behind Dara’s back, pressing his front to her spine and a kiss to Nocte’s hand. He threw his arm over all of them, catching Ashe’s fingers on Nocte’s stomach and squeezing.
“You know,” he murmured, “we do have a rather lovely beach house to sleep in.”
“Your point?” Dara mumbled, as Ashe started to snore softly.
“I can't remember,” Kit said, yawning, “I’m too comfortable.”
Nocte laughed. He could feel the curve of Dara’s smile as she pressed a kiss to the side of his chest. Her breathing evened out and soon she was asleep too. Kit wasn't far behind her; though his snores weren’t anywhere near as soft or as cute as Ashe’s.
Nocte didn't close his eyes just yet though. Instead, he listened to their breathing. He did need reminding, sometimes, that they did all make it. They were all here, together, safe and healthy and deliriously happy. If this was a dream, then the war was a nightmare he was still waking up from.
Every passing day got easier. Every sunrise meant the nightmare faded further. Every sunset, sleep came easier.
For now though, Nocte lay back in the embrace of his lovers, and stared up at the Galaxy as it danced around them.
Nocte and Dara are both very protective, but not in the physical sense. Nocte will make then sit down and let him disinfect the tiniest little papercut and mutter under his breath about them needing to be more careful. Dara is very emotionally protective, she'll go up to bat for any of them with a really vicious streak. If someone if having a bad day she'll pull them down onto the sofa and wrap them up in blankets and stroke their head until they feel less shit.
Really though, all four of them are very protective of each other. They know that really each of them is plenty capable of looking after themselves, but they all don't think that they should have to.
2. Who sleeps in and who is the early bird?
Ashe wakes up the earliest, he's used to the Guard shift schedule. Dara would stay in bed all day if she had the option. Both Kit and Nocte love lounging in bed if they don't have to get up for work, but are plenty capable of getting up early if they have to.
Dara is not. Dara needs at least three alarms and someone to physically lift her out of bed.
3. Who is the least patient?
To everyone's surprise, it's Kit and Dara. Kit can be patient in a professional setting, but he uses up all his braincells at work and once he's off duty he's a big goofball. Dara is incapable of being patient in any setting, mostly because she either has the attention span of a fly, or she is so hyperfocussed on what she is doing she will forget to eat.
Ashe and Nocte are both human adults who can regulate their emotions properly. Kit and Dara are both in their fifties, and are regressing cheerfully.
Ashe Lark belongs to @penguinkiwi, Nocte belongs to @purgetrooperfox. Feel free to correct me on anything guys!!!!!!
