warnings: alcohol consumption!! some explicit language, maybe some mentions/references to sexual situations
art used is by jangofctts!!!!!! fuse and the rest of the sunburst squadron also belong to jangofctts!! this is because keida ( @jangofctts ) as well as danielle ( @jango-fettish ) REFUSE to let the sunburst squadron be happy, so now i have to step in ugh, ridiculous. anyways enjoy!
Damn. You forgot how gorgeous Fuse’s smile was.
It had only been a year since you wandered back onto your assigned base to find your squad was missing a member. Not dead, your commander had told you, just not here. There were snide comments, remarks told under breaths and in languages you neither spoke nor understood. They didn’t need some fucking mechanic trying to start a fight because a transferred clone had been insulted.
Your commander - Fang, all sharp words and crooked smiles, a man you were nervous to talk to in the first place, let alone push him on a topic he didn’t want to continue talking about - had told you to leave it, leave him be. This was for the best.
So you did. You left the thought of him behind on base, closing off the memories you carried in your chest to rot and slowly starve. Hopefully, one day, they’d be nothing, and you could finally wash Fuse off like the rest of the grease stains that littered your hands.
That was so kriffing difficult, though. Every blaster fire, every stray explosion no one had planned for on the field, Maker, even a fly-away spark, and you felt sick. You missed him, you missed his warmth so much. You felt his absence in your fucking bones, your body physically ached. You worried, how was he supposed to stay alive without you watching his six? How was he supposed to get out of the trouble he caused without someone like you, someone who wasn’t hell bent on pissing off their commanders and brothers?
And how were you supposed to do anything without your partner in crime - without someone to ease your fears and anxieties, to calm you down so you could fix one last wire on the last speeder needed to get away from the Seppies.
A unit - a duo. And now, you were alone.
Stumbling upon him like that, watching him scrub the red off the plastoid armor… if you hadn't known better, you would have thought maybe something like the Force had brought you together. You supposed the Force had also pulled you apart, too, but-
Now here he was.
Getting his ass to come with you to a club was easy enough. All you had to do was pay for his drinks - maybe it had been a year, give or take some time, but Fuse was still Fuse.
Empty shot glasses littered the table. This late into the night, you weren’t really sure how many you had, you didn’t really remember much. Everything existed in a haze, a bright and vibrant dream. The music was almost too loud to hear your own thoughts, let alone the person you came here with. The patrons of the nightclub moved about, but the only person you wanted to focus on was right in front of you, a wide grin stretched over his cheeks — you never noticed the dimples in his cheeks, or the handful of freckles over the bridge of his nose. Up close, and with only him to transfix on, every detail was explicit and bright, the warmth radiating off of him feeling more like fire than a gentle spark.
The feelings you tried to push away, the real reason you were so upset that you never looked for him, the fear that nothing would be reciprocated, all of it, it came roaring to the forefront of your drunken mind. He was beautiful, like a violent sunset, all fiery reds and deep oranges — you felt the panic flooding through you as you remembered that every sun crawls behind the horizon, leaving a cold and dark night in its absence. Nothing was forever.
You tried to say his name, but it came out crooked and garbled, a mess of syllables and vowels, it didn’t sound correct. “Fuse,” you tried again. Better, but your words still slurred.
Now it was his turn to say your name, and Maker, it made your chest ache.
“I—” Did you want to tell him? You couldn’t un-ring this bell, you couldn’t go back. What if Fuse was still hurt and wanted nothing to do with you, what if—
You didn’t know when you were going to see him again. For all you knew, his new squadron was moving out in the moving, being shipped out to another moon or a Inner Rim planet, He would be gone just as soon as you had him again, and if this was it…
“Hey,” you tried to shout over the music, “I love you.”
“What?” Fuse shook his head. “I can’t hear you, what?”
“I missed you,” you said. He rolled his eyes, but his smile grew a little bit brighter, and his eyes looked softer. For a moment, the past was forgotten and your Fuse was back. Every transgression had been forgotten, and for this bright and shining minute, you were better.
“I missed my favorite cockroach,” Fuse laughed. “We have to do this again, huh?”
You tried not to be upset that you couldn’t say it, couldn’t fucking tell him. You wanted so badly for him to understand why you didn’t look for him. Fang was a terrifying commander, sure, but you and Fuse had gone around him and his orders before. No, the reason you didn’t look for him because you thought Fang was right, this was for the best. You couldn’t really be with Fuse, even if he did feel similarly.
“I can’t let you go,” you said. “Not again.”
Fuse wasn’t sure — chalk it up to the whiskey, or maybe to the fact that Fuse had never paid close enough attention to you, to the way you looked at him like that, with eyes that almost looked misty, with a tight little frown forming on your sweet mouth - but to him, this felt so much deeper than the normal shallow of your relationship. This was not cut and dry, what you two had was not simple. Maybe it had never been simple.
“So, yeah, this is gonna be a regular thing,” you added quickly.
Fuse nodded. He didn’t want to think about what you meant. If you pushed on it, sure, you both could have that conversation. But he wasn’t running head first to be burned by you again. You could call the shots, and Fuse would follow.
“Alright,” he said, shooting you half of a grin. “Fine by me, cockroach.”
You took a breath, glancing away for a moment. The lights around you glowed neon pink and purple, a haze of color and sound and life — your life had revolved around the war. You didn’t know where you would be without it. Out of a job you supposed, but then, you wouldn’t have Fuse, or any of his brothers. All the same, it was nice to get drunk in a dreamy club and pretend like you were normal sometimes. You could pretend that you were a normal civilian, and that you weren’t required to be on a military base in the morning, preparing for another battle, another violent and miserable day. You could imagine a life with someone, maybe with Fuse - making caf in a cramped kitchen space in a small apartment in the Inner Rim. You and Fuse could open a shop, maybe something repairing vessels, or blowing them up, fuck, none of the details mattered. The more you thought about it, the more you just wanted a normal life with Fuse. You wondered if he had ever thought about a normal life with you too - you really hoped so.
When you looked back at him, Fuse was already staring at you - dark eyes and parted lips, his brow was furrowed up. Some dark thought was eating at his thoughts, tearing through him and overwhelming senses. You wanted to help him, you wanted to take his mind off of everything, you just wanted to heal.
You worked with machines — you knew how to retire and reprogram and fix things to make it run smoothly. Fuse was not a machine, and he was not made of wires and parts. You didn’t know what to do to fix things, if there was even a way to fix the damage.
Fuse leaned forwards, just a fucking hair closer, but it was enough to make it hurt. This was too much, he was too bright and too much, and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to touch him.
“Can I kiss you?” You stumbled over your words, and you were worried he couldn’t hear you again, but—
He surged forwards to reach you, his hands flying to cradle your head. Fuse’s lips were warm against yours, his belts were warm, he was so fucking warm, you felt alive. Every breath you stole between soft groans and nips of teeth came easy, releasing the tension that had been building in your chest all night. His tongue grazed along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, and this was home.
How many times did you think about kissing Fuse like this? How many times did you imagine his hands instead of your own? This was everything you could have ever wanted, everything you needed from Fuse. You missed him so much, thought about him every moment, but this was worth it. Fuse could burn you in every way he knew how, and you would probably deserve it, but you would brave it all to kiss him again.
“Can this be our regular thing too?” You whispered against his mouth. Fuse pulled away for a second, and you almost were afraid that he was about to say no. But he moved forwards again, silencing all worry in your mind as he kissed you again.
“Yeah, it can be,” Fuse answered you. He wouldn’t mind at all if kissing you like this was a regular occurrence. His thoughts weren’t in order — not that he had excellent ideas sober either, but he couldn’t quite figure out how to sneak you onto base without Blanche or Blue catching wind of it. Fuse was trying to come up with a plan, something that no one would notice. That would be hard, especially if Sweets was on patrol for the night-
It didn’t matter, he decided as you tugged on his bottom lip, your gentle hands crawling up his thighs. It really didn’t matter at all — his brothers would be fine with it, or they would get over it. Fuse just wanted you, and now that he had you? Nothing could take his little bug away from him.
Roan may look shy at first but he loves jokes, mostly where he can hide and see the others without getting caught, he’s very successful in this, he loves blades and swords and hand-to-hand combat more than a blaster
Later he will join the 212th battalion and even late become a commando in a new squad
He started as a shiny with Vik and Ciryr
Ridge is the soul of the party, get drunk ridiculously easy, after two shots you lost him, he’s a Coruscant guard (he doesn’t drink at work) when he’s doesn’t drunk he’s a nice guy, hyperactive and extrovert, can become instant friend with everyone, he’s also a bit flirty sometimes, especially when drunk
Stripes is a guy with his feet on the ground seeing things for what they are, doesn’t bother at following orders until his close batch mate Rains opens his eyes
When on leave he meets up with his friend Ridge and Koi at 79s, differently from Ridge he doesn’t get drunk easily, maybe tipsy, he often bring home a drunk Ridge
Koi is the commander of his own battalion alongside with his Jedi General with which slowly develop feelings, he often falls asleep in full gear and his batch mate Sketch make fun of him drawing moustaches on his helmet and other words that make evident his interest for the General
Sketch is a young trooper under Koi’s lead, he quickly gained his name in training while he was surprised sketching instead of studying, he sketch everything everywhere, a trouble artist, he may seem dumb but instead he’s very focused, just multitasking, he have heterocromia, his right eye is blue while his left is light green, his hairs are blonde, he often dye them colors, Sketch’s hairs are messy since he doesn’t take enough care of them, same for the beard
Rains is a Kaminoan guard under Stripes’s lead, he’s calm and quiet, doesn’t like loud noises, he’s often spotted laying under the rain for relax, he’s not scared of the possibility to be stoked by a lightning, his left eye is blue while his other is standard brown, Rains loves his hairs, and take a lot of care, often in a bun no one can touch them, he let them grow as he ages
pspspspsps do you have any ocs of your own? If you do I’d love to hear about them!
Yes yes yes I have, still in development
Start with these guys, the disaster trio
They came from the 9100 batch, it’s characteristic is those clones are “aesthetically defective” mostly in their hairs and eyes, but also skin, for example Ciryr have a lighter skin tone
Their first shiny adventure start on a planet, their squad got sent to it's ruler, the ruler want peace on the whole planet but some primitive villages are violent, the squads get dispatched around the planet, as they arrive on the assigned village they found a mess, houses destroyed some still burning, they try to communicate but there's a language difficulty, somehow they understand someone is missing, their leader, they go on the rescue, they found out things and get back the leader, happy ending, for them at least
Something starts between the leader and Ciryr👀
Later they get dispatched to help the other units, they remain on the planet for some months in those the leader and Ciryr declare their love officially to each other
Later they will join different battalions, Vik the 104th, Roan the 212th, and Ciryr the 501th, they three later will became Commandos in different squads
Still thinking about Vik name, I got inspired by those cool pic of men dressed like vikings, and at first wanted to call him "Viking" with the common nickname of "Vik" but its not very original, so I scrolled more trough pinterest and found the name "Vidar" but I wanted the starting "Vik" so I changed to "Vikar" but didn't like it very much, I think I will call him just "Vik"
Ciryr, mandalorian for cold, sometime called just Cir (ice) he is cold outside and hot inside, with the leader they two came from another fandom and I adapted (and still adapting) them to fit in Star Wars, for that he have a lighter skin, in the “human au” he’s a nordic guy
Roan, he may look shy at first but he loves jokes, mostly where he can hide and see others without getting caught
Maybe Vik is a heavy gunner, Ciryr is a sniper and Roan loves knifes and blades, hand-to-hand combat boy
Then we have Koi that with Stripes and Ridge are another trio
Koi up - Stripes down (no pic of Ridge yet)
They stay in different battalions but meet up asap at 79s to get drunk
Ridge is the one to get drunk very very easily, Stripes is his opposite and Koi is just the more responsible one
Ridge is a Coruscant guard, Stripes is a Kaminoan guard and Koi is the commander of is own battalion alongside with his jedi General, they slowly develop feelings
There are others but didn't have a mental image or a story for them, just names that could change and a pinch of ideas like a scuba trooper named Zondar and a nameless (for now) Nautolon (same specie as Kit Fisto) in Kit battalion, they don’t get along very well at first but slowly they discover that’s growing a love feeling between them
Or Lux, literally the lust guy ehehehe 👀 he likes to annoy his brothers
Or Leaf, he loves plants
I remember some jedi / sith oc from, idk 2015? I should go sketchbook hunting someday
I remember there are two jedi masters and their padawans, they all have a closed bond in the Force, a day a master and padawan left the order to join the dark side, the other master a padawan are sad and surprised but keep going, years later the two padawans meets and fight, the good padawan accidentally kills the bad padawan, their last talk is short but come out that the bad padawan didn't wanted to join the dark side but been forced and the good padawan confess to always have a "connection" with the dark side, in fact the good padawan loses control that lead to kill the other padawan
woa I still remember those details but not people names
Oh, wait, you meant OCs in general or Star Wars oc?
In the case I have horses, and other animals forgotten in old sketchbooks like Vincent, a Swiss shepherd (basically a white GSD) with black nerd glasses, lol and of course, regular boring humans as well
AKVDGJG thank you so much for this question, I loved it 💖💖
