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Echo is my hero

My Love Letter to Echo is in this chapter

“This is CT-1409, Echo, of the 501st Legion, of Domino Squad, of Clone Force 99. I am the Hero of Anaxes, and the brother of every clone trooper that has ever existed."

"This is a message to the Empire, to the science division, to everyone who saw us as things and not people.”

“Your science is no more. Your ideas are no more. If you want to hunt me, hunt my people, go right ahead. But before you do, come to Tantiss, and see what it looks like when clones and Belters fight together. We will always be the ones who escaped.”

'A Saint's Fire: Part 8', To Guard Against Titans

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I'm not going to go into detail. But it's done.

To Guard Against Titans is done.

And, naturally, Echo shines through it.

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Beautiful and sad

Order 66

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Oh Cody! Rescue me!

Stormy Weather

Summary: A sudden, violent, storm separates Cody from his batch-mates and he’s forced to seek shelter in a small cave near a river. He’s content to wait the storm out, it’s much better than risking the rain, hail, and lighting, until he sees a young woman in the river, struggling to keep her head over the water.

Pairing: Pre Commander Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: None

A/N: So, I'm still reeling from the migraine I had the last two days, so this might not make the most sense. But I hope you all like it anyway.

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The storm came out of nowhere.

It was supposed to be a nice, sunny day. There hadn’t been any chance of rain in the forecast, let alone a storm. It’s why the brothers felt comfortable enough going through with their plans for the weekend camping trip.

Cody had gotten separated from his brothers as the storm crashed over them, causing a small landslide that, luckily, only he got caught up in.

And while he’s sure Neyo and Bacara stepped up to get their younger batch-mates somewhere safe, it doesn’t do much for him right now. Seeing as he’s stuck in a small cave until the storm breaks.

Cody heaves out a sigh and leans back against the cool cave wall.

It’s not like he has a problem waiting out the storm. He has all of his gear on him, after all, including his tent and sleeping bag, not to mention food, water, a first aid kit, and a portable fire. He knows that he’ll be fine.

He just wanted to spend time with his brothers.

Plus, he’s caked in mud from the sudden fall.

A second, more annoyed, noise falls from him and he pushes to his feet to stand in the rain. Just for long enough to wash the mud off his clothes and body. Sure, he’ll be freezing, but he can start a fire and change into dry clothes.

Both of which are preferable to being weighed down by wet mud.

He wipes some water out of his face, and is about to turn back into the cave, when he sees a flash of pink out the corner of his eye. Cody turns towards the river, and his body goes cold from something other than the frigid rain soaking him.

There’s a woman in the river.

She’s clinging to a rock, but Cody can tell just by looking at her, and at the rushing river, that she’s not going to be able to keep a grip on the rock for long.

The flash of pink that he saw? Her shirt. It’s bright enough that even though he can just barely make out her features, he can still see her.

Immediately, he hurries to his pack, and pulls out the emergency rope from the bottom of his backpack. It’s neon orange, bright enough to be seen even in this weather, and he knows from experience that it’s strong enough to pull a car without breaking.

He ties one end of the rope around a tree, making very sure that it’s as secure as he can possibly make it. And then he flings the rope across the river.

And just in time.

The river surges from the sheer amount of rain, and the water slams into the woman, knocking her loose from the rock she’s been clinging to.

For a moment, Cody can’t see her. She’s been knocked to the bottom of the river, and is being held down by the pressure of the water rushing around her, most likely, but then her head pops out of the water.

Cody watches, his heart in his throat, as she scrabbles for something to hold onto while being slammed into rocks and fallen tree limbs. As she gets knocked back under the water, he fears that he’s going to watch this woman drown right in front of him, without being able to do anything.

And then the rope gets pulled taut.

The woman surfaces again, and Cody is able to see that she wrapped the rope around both of her arms. It’s not the safest way for her to secure herself, but Cody figures beggars can’t be choosers. Not in this case.

He grabs his end of the rope and starts to haul her back to shore.

As soon as she’s close enough, he grabs her and pulls her out of the water. She’s soaked, and she’s also covered in scrapes and bruises, not to mention she’s coughing and sneezing out water, but she’s alive.

Cody hurriedly unwraps the rope from around her arms, and helps her back to the cave, where he immediately wraps her in a spare blanket, and starts a fire to help them both warm up.

The woman opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by a massive crack of lightning, and the sound of the pouring rain getting joined by hail.

“Lucky timing for us,” Cody mumbles as a golf ball sized hailstone bounces into the cave and stops a little bit away from his feet, “That would have hurt.”

“Thank you for helping,” The woman says through chattering teeth, “I was sure I was going to die there.” And then she offers him her name.

“I’m Cody. And there’s no need to thank me, I’m just glad that I saw you in time.” Cody digs around his bag for a moment, and then pulls out a sweatshirt and a pair of boxers, which he tosses at the woman, “Here, put these on in place of your clothes. Don’t worry, they’re clean.”

“Wasn’t worried,” She replies as she pulls the clothes under the blanket.

Cody intentionally turns his attention back to his bag as she changes. He needs to change his clothes too, and probably set up the tent so he has someplace where he can treat her injuries properly.

“So, how’d you end up in the river?” Cody asks, as he glances at her in time to see her vibrant pink shirt and pale pink bra land in a pile to her side.

“I was camping with my family,” She explains, and Cody is relieved to see that her teeth aren’t chattering anymore, “We have a site up river.” She shakes her head, “It wasn’t supposed to rain this weekend.” A couple of moments later, her denim shorts and panties join the rest of her clothes in a pile on the ground.

“Yeah, that sounds familiar.” Cody replies wryly, “Do you mind if I hang your clothes up to dry?”

“Go ahead,”

He nods and then points towards the cave entrance, “Look that way for a moment while I change.” She immediately does as he asks, and Cody takes a moment to pull on a dry shirt and some lounge pants. “Alright, I’m decent.”

She turns back to him and watches as he hangs all of the clothes on a series of strings he attached to the cave wall. “My brothers were supposed to be fishing, for dinner,” She continues her story, “But they wouldn’t stop goofing around so dad called them back to the tent. The storm started about half an hour after that.”

“Younger brothers?”

“10 and 14.”

“So kids.” Cody moves back to his bag and pulls out his first aid kit, and then walks over to her, “How old are you? And take off the blanket, I need to clean your wounds.”

“19. I can do it.”

“You’re just a kid too. Let me help.”

“Please, you can’t be that much older than me. And fine. But I’m allergic to most adhesives.”

“I’m 20. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So you’re also a kid.”

Cody shoots her a look before her pulls on some gloves, and opens an alcohol wipe, “Anyway, you said the storm started, but how’d you end up in the river?”

“The river surged,” She shrugs and winces as he starts to clean a scrape on her cheek, “It knocked me off my feet and into the water.”

“That’s some rotten luck you have there.”

“What’s the saying? If it wasn’t for bad luck I wouldn’t have any?” She offers him a small smile, “Honestly, I’m glad it was me though. My youngest brother is a weak swimmer, and my middle brother tends to panic in emergency situations.”

“You’re a good sister.”

She shrugs, “I guess.” She winces as he starts cleaning the scrapes on her hands, “What about you? I doubt you planned to camp in a cave.”

“I got caught in a landslide when the rain started.”

She stares at him, “How are you not dead?”

“It was a very small landslide, and I was very lucky.”

“Clearly.”

Cody pulls away after he finishes cleaning her wounds, “I wish I could wrap them, but since you’re allergic to adhesive, I guess they’ll just have to stay exposed.”

“I’ll be fine. Let me help you with the tent.”

“There’s no need.”

“I’m scraped up and bruised, not dying.” She says dryly, “Let me help.”

Cody rolls his eyes, “Stubborn woman. Fine, make something for us to eat.”

She makes a face at him, but also gets to her feet and walks over to his bag to dig around for the food, and she makes sure that all of the pieces for the tent are set to the side for him.

She left the blanket on the ground near the fire. And Cody, a healthy young man, can’t help but notice that even while covered in scrapes and bruises, and with her hair frizzing from the humidity, she’s insanely attractive.

Even while wearing his clothes.

Or maybe especially while wearing his clothes.

Still, now isn’t the time to be thinking like that. So he busies himself with putting the tent together, while she somehow manages to whip up a proper meal for the both of them.

It takes about half an hour for him to finish setting up the tent, and then he drops on the blanket next to her while they wait for the stew she’s making to finish cooking.

And, absently, her head falls to his shoulder, “I’m going to guess that you don’t have enough stuff for us to have our own sleeping area in the tent?” She asks.

“Afraid not. We’re going to have to share.”

She sighs, “That’s fine. I figured it would be something like that.”

“If it bothers you, I can try to do something else.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Her eyes close, “If you don’t have enough stuff, then you don’t have enough stuff. We can share.”

“You’re very trusting of a complete stranger.”

“You saved my life. It’s as simple as that.”

Cody huffs out a laugh and his head falls against hers, “Well, if you say it’s alright then I won’t question it.” Her hair tickles his cheek and she smells like the river, but he’s also never been so comfortable with another person in his life, “When we get out of here, we should go to a proper restaurant.”

She hums thoughtfully, “Like a date?”

“Sure.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Do you ask out everyone who’s life you saved?”

“You would be the first.”

“I’m honored.”

Cody grins, “Do you often go on dates with people you just met?”

“Actually, you would be my first date period.”

And then he pauses, and laughs, “Well, then, I’m honored. I’ll make it a night to remember.”

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Why did I hear this whole conversation in Jason Mamoa’s voice? Hmmmmm…….

Vod, as a lover of all things Quinlan Vos, and who struggles to find ANYTHING good involving him and a reader rather than a canon character ship, I would PAY YOU to write literally anything about him and a reader! I BEG OF YOU! I don't bother asking anyone anymore, no one writes for him and I don't even care if it's super in-character, he has like three canon personalities to roll with, I swear it's made him the easiest to write lol

My Love Is Not Weak

Summary: A quiet moment between you and Quinlan before the Clone Wars start.

Pairing: Quinlan Vos x F!Reader

Word Count: 981

Warnings: None, really

A/N: I love Quinlan. I'm honestly surprised I've never written him before. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

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“Are you ever planning on getting out of bed, Quin?” You ask as you lean over the man sprawled on your bed.

He doesn’t even open his eyes, “Nope. I live here now.”

You grin at him, “I hope you’re planning on paying rent, then.”

He finally opens his eyes to look up at you, and a wide grin crosses his face, “I figured I’d pay with my body.”

“Mm, I’d prefer credits.”

He gasps dramatically and, faster than you can track, he reaches up and pulls you into bed with him. “How dare you?” Quin asks, as he tightens his hold around your waist, “I’ll have you know that I’m a whole snack, and you should be honored.”

“Is that right?” You ask through a laugh.

Quin adjusts how you’re laying on his body, positioning you so you’re properly laying on top of him and able to look him in the eyes, “It is right. And I’m a Jedi, so I’m never wrong.”

“Mm, doubt.”

“List one time!”

“There was that time when me and Obi were eight and you—”

He clamps his hand over your mouth, “Pick a different time.”

You burst out laughing, and tug his hand off your mouth, so you’re able to snuggle into his neck. “Well, I suppose, if you insist.” You tease, your eyes drifting shut as you allow the warmth that is Quinlan Vos to seep into your skin.

Having him here is doing wonders for your anxiety.

You shiver when you feel his fingers trailing up and down your spine, “What’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

“Nothin’,”

“I can feel your anxiety.” He presses a light kiss to the top of your head.

Stupid Jedi and their stupid empathy. And stupid you for having two different Jedi as you’re best friends.

You sigh and press your hands against his chest, pushing yourself up so you’re straddling his hips, and you scan his features.

He looks the same as he always does. Long hair in coiled in those pretty dreadlocks that he wears so well. Dark eyes locked on your face, as though you’re the most important thing in the world to him. A relaxed face, as if he knows that you’re not going to lie to him.

You love him so much.

Lightly, you trail a delicate finger across the tattoo that spans the bridge of his nose, “I’m just worried, that’s all.”

“Talk to me, pretty.” His voice is low, “Let me help you.”

You duck your head, “The Jedi are peacekeepers, not soldiers. I just…” You trail off for a moment and trail your fingers down to his lips, “I have the most awful feeling of dread.” You finally finish.

“The war will be over before you know it.”

“It’s never that easy, Quin.”

He catches your wrist in his much larger hand, and lightly kisses the pads of your fingers, a habit he developed when the both of you were teenagers. “I know.” He says after a moment, “Believe me, I know.”

“They’re putting Obi-Wan in charge of an entire third of the military.” There’s a distinctive waver in your voice.

“He’ll be fine. Obi-Wan’s like a cockroach, he won’t die from something as insignificant as a war.”

“Quin!”

He pauses and then he sighs and reaches up to cup your face with his hands, “Do you remember how Obi-Wan was after he returned from Melidaan?”

“A broken shell of a child?” You reply as you set your hands over his. “He hates war, Quin. He always has.”

“Unfortunately, he’s very good at waging it.”

You can feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes, and Quinlan shushes you gently.

“Don’t cry, pretty. You’ll be here to pick up the pieces after the war is over. For both of us.”

“But I shouldn’t have to because neither of you should be going to war.”

“You’re right, we shouldn’t.” He gently pulls you down, so that you’re resting your forehead against his, “But we are, and we don’t have a say in the matter.”

“What if—” You trail off, hesitant.

“What if what?” Quinlan prods.

“What if you both leave me behind? What am I supposed to do without you?”

Quinlan is quiet for a moment, and then he smiles, “We would never. Not Obi-Wan. And not me.”

“You can’t know what the future will hold.” You mumble, “You’re not the seer.”

He laughs softly, “You’re right. I can’t. You want to know what I do know?”

“What’s that?”

“I know that we have been friends since we were kids.” Quinlan smooths his hand down your spine, “I know that you’ve always been here waiting for me to come home. I know that you love me as much as I love you.” He kisses your cheek, “How could I ever leave you behind.”

“But—”

“Nope. No buts.” This time he pulls you into a proper kiss, and you sigh as you relax into him, “My love is not a weak thing, pretty. Neither is yours. So stop worrying about things that will never happen.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you sigh, “Alright, Quin. I’ll try.”

“Good,” He tugs you against him and then flips onto his side, so you’re curled into him, “Now, we can nap.”

“We need to get up,” You counter.

He grins at you and pushes his weight onto you, knocking you onto your back and positioning himself over you, “Nah. If not a nap then we can do something more fun.”

“Quin—” You start to say, through a giggle.

“Like charades!” He continues with a grin, as he starts pressing heavy lingering kisses to your neck, “Let’s see if you can guess what I’m trying to tell you.”

You dissolve into laughter as he starts kissing down your neck, already knowing that you’re not leaving bed anytime soon.

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Presenting Alpha-17 being the cool dad older brother by telling stories and instructing the CC Batch (plus Rex and Baby Boba) on how to out-sass any Natborn they may encounter!

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I love hugs 🥰

[You Give Them a Hug — Clones Edition]

🚨 HUG HEADCANONS DISCLAIMER (aka: why are my feelings doing this??) 🚨

Hey friend!! Just a heads-up before you dive headfirst into the Clone Hugpocalypse:

This is:

✨For fun.✨

✨For feelings.✨

✨For healing my (and maybe your) inner sad clone child.✨

These headcanons are lovingly crafted with:

Unhealthy amounts of affection for emotionally constipated space soldiers,

Absolutely zero canon accuracy unless it serves The Bit™,

The kind of hugs that won’t fix everything, but they’ll try really hard, and

That sweet spot between “haha this is silly” and “WHY AM I SOBBING AT 3AM OVER A MAN NAMED WAXER???”

We’re here to give the boys hugs they deserved but never got, be unreasonably specific about emotional reactions to surprise cuddles, make jokes, get soft, get feral, maybe cry into our caf a little, and fill the galaxy with therapy via physical affection.

So if you’re:

Down for some clone comfort chaos,

Cool with affectionate nonsense,

And not too fussed about blending humor with trauma like a Force-sensitive emotional smoothie…

WELCOME!!! Let’s hug some broken war brothers and watch their brains blue screen in real time!!!!🫂💙

Rex

You approach him after a mission, he's mid-debrief with Commander Cody, all business—and you just wrap your arms around him.

Short-circuits like a protocol droid in a thunderstorm.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Are you—hugging? Is that allowed? Wait—is this a prank??”

Freezes completely. He has been shot at, crushed under debris, and chased by a Zillow Beast, but THIS? THIS IS NEW.

But once he realizes you’re being sincere?

He hugs you back with this awkward, hesitant little pat on the back.

…Then his whole body melts just a little.

Won’t admit it, but he thinks about that hug for days. Constantly.

The next time you do it, he hugs back properly. Arm around your waist. Soft smile. You can hear the PTSD unclench.

Fives

“OH???”

You hug him and he immediately goes full dramatic soap opera romance novel mode.

“Oh cyare, I never thought I’d feel joy again!” dips you back like you’re on a dance floor in a 1940s holo-drama

Spinning you around is highly likely.

“What was that for?” “Just felt like it.” “Well, prepare to be hugged back so hard you question physics.”

Keeps score. “I hugged you for longer. That’s 10 points to me.”

Will start randomly leaning on you just so you'll initiate hugs. Professional cuddler. Certified clingy. No takebacks.

Echo

Hugging Echo is like trying to hug a very anxious piece of military-grade toast the first time.

He stiffens IMMEDIATELY. Doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t blink. Just internal.exe has stopped working.

You pull away and he’s like: “Wait. No. That was… actually kinda nice.”

Next time you hug him, he’s prepared. It’s still a little awkward, but he softens into it and gives you a little squeeze back.

One time he rested his chin on your shoulder and made a soft noise. You almost died from the gentle.

Eventually becomes the kind of guy to hug you in private but also glare at anyone else who dares look at you like "NO TOUCHING. THIS ONE'S MINE."

Jesse

You hug Jesse? Oh you are in for smug bastard energy.

“Ohoho, so someone likes me.”

Immediately picks you up.

Spinning is almost guaranteed.

“I am your favorite clone now. It’s science.”

Will initiate revenge hugs at the most inconvenient times. In the middle of a strategy briefing? “Come here, you adorable tactical disaster.”

Says things like “how dare you be so huggable, this is sabotage.”

Secretly very soft. Like, he’ll rest his forehead against yours before a mission and say “come back to me, alright?”

Kix

You hug him? You just activated his Care Mode™.

He immediately assumes you need comfort and goes into medic boyfriend mode:

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you bleeding internally? Let me check your vitals.”

“Kix, I just wanted to hug you.”

“…OH. Then never mind. But also drink water.”

Once he realizes it’s casual affection, he gets very warm and smiley.

Gives amazing hugs back. Firm, grounding, with the faint smell of bacta and caf.

Will gently guide your head to his chest. You can hear his heartbeat and a very quiet “you mean a lot to me, you know.”

Hardcase

INSTANT EXCITEMENT. “A HUG?? FOR ME???!!”

He picks you up. He spins you. He almost knocks over two troopers and a crate.

“DOES THIS MEAN I GET TO HUG YOU WHENEVER I WANT NOW?!”

He's so tall and enthusiastic it’s like hugging a golden retriever on steroids.

Will randomly run up to you, yell “HUG ATTACK!!” and tackle-hug you like a joyful missile.

Gives the kind of hugs that lift you off the ground, squeeze all your sadness out, and refill you with explosive energy.

“You looked sad, so I brought you a hug and also six different kinds of rations because I wasn’t sure which flavor helps feelings.”

Dogma

You hug Dogma and he freezes like a booted droid.

“W-what…what is this? Is this allowed? Is this a breach of protocol?”

You say “I just wanted to,” and he blushes so hard it looks like he’s overheating.

Tries to salute while you’re hugging him.

Very stiff at first, but once he realizes you’re safe, not joking, and this isn’t a punishment or test—he melts.

His return hug is so careful, like he’s worried he’ll break you.

Won’t initiate a hug himself, but he leans in now. He always leans in.

Cody

You sneak-hug Commander Cody while he’s organizing intel.

“Is this an ambush?” “Yup.” “…Accepted.”

He doesn’t show emotion often, but he likes you. A lot. So he lets his guard down.

Low-key one of the best huggers. Solid, warm, comforting.

The kind of hug that says I will keep you safe until the end of time.

After the first time, he starts greeting you with shoulder squeezes that slowly evolve into full-on hugs.

If anyone walks in: “They tripped. Onto me. It’s fine. Shut up, Waxer.”

Waxer

You hug Waxer and this man straight up breaks like a brittle cookie under a warm cup of caf.

Shocked Pikachu face at first. Like he fully does not know what’s happening.

He blinks. Looks down at your arms. Then at you. Then back at your arms like “Do they know I’m just a clone?”

You don’t let go. You just keep hugging him. And he just… leans in. Slowly. Carefully.

It’s gentle. It’s soft. It’s the first time in weeks he’s remembered he’s a person, not a number.

Murmurs something like: “...Thanks. That’s... rare.”

From that moment on, you are family.

Starts giving you surprise hugs. Especially when you least expect it.

You hand him ammo? Hug.

You fall asleep on the transport? Blanket + hug.

You stub your toe? “This calls for a hug AND a bandage.”

Secretly knits little stuffed Tooka dolls for orphan kids and denies it violently if caught.

If you ever say “you deserve love too,” he cries. Quietly. In the hallway.

Boil

You go to hug Boil and he IMMEDIATELY does the grumpy-cop reaction. “Whoa whoa whoa what are you doing—what is this—are you bleeding?”

Arms locked at his sides like you’re hugging a parking meter.

“Did Waxer put you up to this? This feels like a Waxer thing.”

You say, “No, I just wanted to hug you.”

And he shuts down like a battle droid hit with a logic loop.

“...Oh.”

He slowly, hesitantly raises one hand and pats your back like he’s diffusing a bomb.

One week later: He initiates a hug by awkwardly standing next to you and saying “Hey, if you need to do... that again or whatever, I guess I got a minute.”

Turns into hug tsundere. Grumbles the whole time but pulls you closer anyway.

You overhear him telling someone else: “No, I don’t like hugs. I just let them because they’re small and emotionally fragile.”

Meanwhile, he’s actively spooning you during downtime.

If anyone hurts you, Boil becomes a one-man war crime.

“No one touches my squishy little hug-friend but me. Got it?”

Bonus: The Domino Squad Bros (Before Umbara… RIP)

Hevy: Hugs you like a linebacker. Back pats that rattle your spine. Somehow always smells like gun oil and joy.

Cutup: Tries to tickle you mid-hug. Laughs so hard you both fall over. Says “awww, is someone getting attached?” while being the clingiest man alive.

Droidbait: Turns into a red-faced mess and blurts “I THINK I’M IN LOVE—wait no I mean um cool hug yeah.”

Echo (pre-ARC): Gives the kind of hugs that are more like gentle head rests. Hides his face in your neck and says “thanks. I needed that.” Your heart? Gone.

Bonus: Wolffe Pack Edition

Commander Wolffe

Hugging Wolffe is like hugging a brick wall with abandonment issues.

You approach him after a mission—he’s grumpy, bruised, barking orders—and you just wrap your arms around him.

And he’s like: “...what the hell is happening?”

FREEZES COMPLETELY. Arms stiff at his sides. Helmet still on. All systems shutting down. Internal monologue: “okay. okay. they are touching me. what do I do. do I arrest them. do I hug back. am I allowed to like this. oh no it’s nice. abort mission.”

Eventually—very slowly—his arms come up. He hugs you back like a tired, grouchy lion.

But then? You hear this tiny, low little exhale. Like he’s been holding his breath for 20 years and just remembered how to breathe. That hug heals him on a spiritual level.

Says absolutely nothing about it afterward. But his hand lingers on your back just a second longer than necessary the next time you walk past.

Sinker

“HEYOOOOO IS THAT A HUG I SEE??”

Immediately all in.

You don’t even finish initiating the hug before he scoops you into a bear hug so powerful your bones shift alignment.

Spins you around. Shakes you. Shouts “WE’RE FRIENDS NOW FOREVER YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT??”

Is 5000% a hugger by nature. Just never thought he was allowed to do it in the army.

Now that you’ve started it? You’ve unlocked the floodgates. Expect surprise hugs, one-armed shoulder squeezes, lifting-you-off-your-feet hugs, “hey I missed you for 5 minutes so here’s a hug” hugs—

Dangerously affectionate golden retriever energy.

Will absolutely start a “HUG THE ENTIRE BATTALION” campaign if left unsupervised.

Boost

You go to hug Boost, and his first reaction is: “...Are you sick?”

Then: “Wait. Are you dying?? Is this a goodbye hug?? DO YOU HAVE A FATAL WOUND??”

You reassure him it’s just a hug because you care about him.

He immediately does a 180. “Awwwwwwwwwwww! You care about me??? Of course you do, I’m awesome!! C’mere!!”

Picks you up like a child and swings you side to side while yelling “I’M LOVED! I’M LOVED!!!”

Absolutely insufferable in the most lovable way.

Starts initiating random sneak attack hugs. Behind crates. In line for food. Mid-mission. “Time for your daily emotional support clamp! HUGGED!!”

Tells Wolffe you hugged him and Wolffe just walks away immediately.

Comet

You hug Comet and he goes completely still.

Not in a “what is this” way. More like a “oh… oh no I need this and I didn’t know” way.

Arms go around you slowly, almost reverently. He’s warm and solid and still smells like blaster oil and ration bars.

He says quietly: “...Thanks. Been a rough one.”

Doesn’t let go right away.

He’s the kind of person who holds a hug like he thinks it’ll keep you both grounded. Like if he lets go, the galaxy will fall apart.

After that first one, he’ll give you real, deep hugs when you both need grounding. Doesn’t say much. Just holds on and lets the silence do the work.

Also becomes your Official Debrief Cuddle Buddy. End of long day? “You look like you need five minutes of hug.” And you always, always do.

🐺 BONUS: Wolffe Pack Group Hug Edition

You try to hug them all at once.

This is chaos.

Sinker lifts you and tries to twirl you.

Boost yells “PILE ON!!” and launches himself at the group like a very affectionate missile.

Wolffe is stuck in the middle of a dogpile of affection, looking like he wants to die and also maybe cry.

“Why. Are we. Touching this much.”

Comet somehow ends up holding Boost in a princess carry.

At one point Sinker tries to start a “hug chant.” It does not catch on. (Except with Boost. It echoes for 12 hours.)

Wolffe says nothing for days. Then randomly, at 3am, grumbles: “...That was kinda nice.”

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The whole Star Wars story is told through R2s memory bank.

Watching Star Wars in chronological order is so funny.

Obi-Wan Kenobi really took one look at R2D2 in the middle of the desert and said “No, Luke, I’ve never seen this fucking droid in my life. Looks like a real bitch though. Not that I’d know. This is my first time meeting the asshole.”

No one in that whole franchise was Gatekeep-Gasslight-Girlbossing quite like “Ben” Kenobi, regular human-man.

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Crosshair being so protective. I love it. He’s always been my favorite Batcher.

Stutters

Summary : Working in the Mechanics department of the GAR has its challenges but when your a loner with a stutter who gets bullied on the daily the last thing you expect is the friendship of the Bad Batch Pairings : Crosshair x Fem!reader (Mechanic reader) Warnings : angst, bullying, verbal and physical bullying, readrer has a stutter, reader has a fat crush on crosshair (don't we all?), fluff, slightly spicy, happy ending Words : 2.1k Masterlist here dividers by @saradika-graphics

“H-Hand me t-t-the hydro s-s-spanner R3”  

The transport ship you had been working on was nearly finished. It looked like it had been to hell and back, covered in scorch marks, one side had half of the metal panels missing causing the need for the exposed wiring to be completely replaced. You had been stuck working on this ship for nearly 10 hours and was just about ready to call it quits. As you wipe the sweat from your brow you hear a commotion coming from the entry of the hangar.  

“Their back!” 

“Oh I hope there all okay!”  

“I hope Wrecker picks me up again!” 

The marauder lands and all the boys exit the ship. Clone force 99 has been the object of affection for a lot of the civilian mechanics. Most of the girls around here are used to the average clone so when the bad batch were put into the action most of the girls saw it as something different and throw themselves at them whenever they return home. You also thought they were handsome, especially one in particular but, you kept that to yourself. There's a reason you're a loner, nobody wants a stuttering mess of a person, including a super soldier with enhanced abilities.   

R3 rolls off to go and see the boys, knowing that Tech likes to dote on him. As you continue your wiring you hear the happy chirps of R3 getting closer and you giggle, “Y-yes R3 I’m g-g-glad the b-boys are h-home t-too.”  

“Yes, it is good to be home,” Tech says as he walks over to you with your droid, the others are trailing behind him.  

Your cheeks flush and you avoid the gaze of a certain sniper in the back of the group, “H-How w-was the m-m-mission?”  

“Long, but successful” Hunter says tiredly.  

You smile and nod, “I-I’m glad y-your all s-safe.” 

You had become friends with Tech after he fixed an issue with R3 a while back. You didn’t even know what was wrong with the astromech, but Tech saw you struggling and his curiosity got the better of him and he came to offer his assistance. Since then, he always comes to check up on you whenever they return home. He was a talker and a tinkerer, and since you preferred listening to talking, Tech rather enjoyed your company, especially when he needed time away from his brothers. Tech was one of the people you can genuinely say is a friend, he was always patient, understanding and never made fun of your stutter. He did sometimes try to come up with different methods and exercises for you to try to reduce the amount of stuttering, but you assumed Hunter told him to stop because he hasn’t said anything recently. You know he does it out of concern since he found out about the bullying, he’s been more attentive and checking on you more, even the other squad members come with him to check on you now. You assume he told them as well, which is its own form of embarrassing, but you know Tech means well so you can’t really hold it against him.  

 You glance around you and see some of the other girls pretending to be working while they glare at you. It hadn’t been bad at first, you had grown up with the stutter, you know how cruel people can be, so when some of the other mechanics started making offhand comments you didn’t let it bother you. Then it became more frequent, starting to make fun of you to your face and laugh when you would try to stutter your way through defending yourself, but when Tech became your friend, it got a whole lot worse. Suddenly the girls would corner you, make fun of and threaten you, hide your tools so you couldn’t work and complain about you to your superior, all because the batch were forming a friendship with you and in doing so, taking their eyes off of them. You didn’t tell Tech that the bullying got worse, you knew he would try to make it right or worse stop coming around so much. No matter how bad these girls treat you, you would put up with it every time if it meant you had a group of people you could call your friends.  

Crosshair noticed your gaze flickering to the girls behind them, but he said nothing. He had noticed recently that you’ve been more skiddish, and quiet. You’ve been trying to keep your distance without jeopardizing the friendship, suffering in silence. At first when Tech told the batch that you were being bullied Crosshair wanted to go off on his own and teach those girls a lesson because how dare they bully someone so beautiful and innocent? Until he realized that he was acting emotionally and instead just stayed quiet. It's not his fight, and even though it was very obvious you had a crush on him he wasn’t going to act on it. No matter how beautiful and perfect he thought you were...  

“Something wrong?” Crosshair asked raising a brow.  

Your eyes widened and you quickly looked down blushing hard knowing you’ve been caught, “N-No.”  

The others glance around and then nod to each other thinking its best they leave. They nod to you and leave the hangar, Hunter patting your shoulder on his way. Tech looks at you unsure, “Are you sure you’re, okay?”  

You smile at your friend, “I-I’m ok T-Tech.”  

“Alright if you're sure... Would you join us for dinner later? If you're finished with your work,” he asks hopefully.  

“I-I’d like t-that," you say gently.  

Tech nods and leaves the hangar to join the rest of the batch. You start to put your tools away, finally done for the day when a boot kicks your toolbox spilling your tools all over the hangar floor, “You’ve got some nerve stutters, flirting with them like the rest of us don’t have a chance!” 

“I-I w-wasn't f-flirt-” 

“Shut up!” Neela yells, the three other girls who make your life hell joining her around you. “You just don’t learn, do you? We told you to stay away from them, but you just can’t help yourself!”  

A loud smack echos through the hangar as you feel the sting on your cheek. Tears well up in your eyes as you grab your cheek, “I-I’m s-s-sorry! I w-wasn't-” 

“I said shut up!” Neela interrupts pushing you down. R3 was trying to get to you but the others held him back, “Next time you pull a stunt like that we’ll make sure, you regret it...”  

She turns on her heels and walks away the others trailing behind her avoiding your gaze as R3 rolls beside you chirping fast making sure you're okay. You quickly pick up your tools throwing them into your toolbox and then run out of the hangar back to your bunk, tears streaming down your face, and R3 rolling behind you.  

What you didn’t know was that Crosshair had come back to grab something from the marauder when he witnessed what had happened. And he was fuming.   

... 

You skipped dinner with the boys knowing that the girls would have been watching, and instead just lay in your bunk crying. You hear an unexpected knock on your door and roll over hoping the person would leave. The knocking however continued, and you sighed getting out of bed going to the door. You looked in the mirror and cringed at the sight, the red puffy eyes, tear streaks down your face, the bruise on your cheek, you’re a mess. You pulled your hair in front of your face best you could and opened the door.  

Not looking up you see a tall thin physique in nothing but blacks, “C-can I h-h-help you?” 

A gentle hand lifts your chin to meet Crosshairs intense eyes. He doesn’t say anything just looks over your face, his fingers ghosting over the bruise on your cheek a fury in his eyes. You back away looking down again, “I-It’s n-nothing...” 

“Doesn’t look like nothing” he quips back.  

You look up at him then cheeks burning, “did y-you n-n-need somet-thing C-Crosshair?”  

“No” he replies.  

You look at him confused but he doesn’t say anything. Crosshair’s not much of a talker and typically just stays with the boys so you were very confused why he was knocking on your door. You look around to make sure the other mechanics weren’t spying on you and sigh stepping aside to let him in. He hesitates but then enters your small room looking around before sitting on the edge of your bed. You slowly walk over to the bed, sitting by him with a large gap between the two of you.   

He pulls a tube of bacta gel out of his pocket handing it to you, “here.” 

“T-Thanks... wait,” you take the gel looking at him, “H-How did y-you k-know I n-needed this?” 

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “why didn’t you fight back?” 

You sigh the tears welling up in your eyes, of course he would be the one to see. You shake your head eyes squeezed shut trying to breathe, “I-I c-can't! It w-would m-m-make it w-worse!”  

“Then get a transfer. Away from them, somewhere you’ll be safer i-” 

“I-I d-don't want a t-t-transfer!” you panic.  

He eyes you questioningly, “Why not?” 

“B-Because I-I'll never s-s-see y-you!” you yell. Then realizing what you just said you gasp hiding your face in your hands panicking. It’s quiet for a minute and your sure Crosshair is coming up with some response to reject you, but when you peek out of your hands you see his smirk. 

“And why would you wanna see me?”  

You keep your hands over your face as you whisper, “b-because I... I l-like you...” 

You hear his deep chuckle as he grabs your hands moving them from your face, “I know. You're not exactly subtle.” He leans forward faces inches away from each other, “but I’m not worth your safety.” 

“Y-you are t-t-to me...”  

His eyes widen for a second then he smiles a sultry smile, “Guess I’ll just have to make sure they don’t hurt whose mine then.”  

Hope fills your eyes as you stare back at him, “Y-Yours?” 

He grabs your chin slamming his lips onto yours. You groan into the kiss grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him even closer. He smiles and starts to trail kisses down your neck, “Mine.”  

...  

A week has gone by since that night with Crosshair, and today the boys were being deployed to Felucia. Your cheek had healed, and you’ve been happier than ever, confusing the girls who’ve been bullying you for months. The boys have been keeping their distance as per Crosshairs request, saying that he had a plan to handle the bullying. The girls were still bullying you, but nothing physical since the night of the slap and you’ve been ignoring them the best you can.  

Everyone was gathered to watch the boys depart getting their last chances to flirt with the boys, and as you and R3 walked up they all turned and smiled, not seeing the death glares of the women they were talking to. You walked over ignoring the piercing stares of the other girls, and stood in front of your friends, “H-How long th-this t-t-time?”  

Tech types away on his data pad, “If all goes according to schedule we should be returning within 30 standard rotations.”    

Echo and Hunter look behind you worriedly, “You gonna be okay while were gone?”  

“Y-Yeah I’ll b-be o-o-okay,” you smiled warmly.  

Crosshair who had been watching from the back walked over to you with a sly smile on his face making you blush. The boys watched confused as Crosshair grabbed you by the hips and kissed you roughly in front of the whole crowd, stunning everyone into silence.  

You both pulled away smiling and Crosshair looked behind you wickedly, “She’ll be just fine, or you’ll be answering to me.” The girls all nodded in their shocked silence, “Good.” 

The boys all give you a questioning look, but you smile and nod at them. One by one they all smile back and head onto the Marauder leaving just you and Crosshair. He runs a hand up your side and pulls you in for another kiss this one slower and more heated. When he pulls back, he whispers in your ear, “See you soon baby.” 

And with a wink he heads onto the ship, you smile and wave as the ship takes off already waiting for his return.  

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Oh Dear Maker! I’m not even a Hunter girlie but I just might need to change teams. This was sweet and spicy at the same time. 😘

Say Yes

Summary: You’re the only children of the town’s wealthiest farmer. At your mother’s prodding, and with your father’s permission, you’re more of a socialite than a farmer. A chance meeting with a local outlaw changes everything.

Pairing: TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Prompt: Western AU

Word Count: 1130

Warnings: None

A/N: I had a hankering for a Western AU, so you got this. Also, tagging @clonethirstingisreal cause it's Hunter. Also, I had a migraine on and off for the last four days, so if it's bad that's why.

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You think you might actually be dying.

Layer upon layer of lace and satin and cotton make you feel you’re sweating to death, even while sitting in the shade of the magnolia tree on the edge of your father’s land.

You would give anything to be able to wear a simple cotton dress on days like today, where the sun is high in the sky and it’s like breathing in an oven.

But, that’s not up to you.

You are, as you have ever been, your parents’ most valuable chess piece.

Honestly, you’re lucky that your parents have no issue with you coming so far away from the main house with no companion other than Rudy, your dog, and Sylvester, your horse.

You release a heavy noise and tug your bonnet off your head so you’re able to pull your heavy hair off the back of your neck, just for a moment. You can feel sweat dripping down your spine and the hair that was closest to your neck is a little damp.

Awful. Simply awful.

You pause when Rudy, who had been fast asleep at your side, suddenly sits up, his ears perked to the top of his head, and his gaze locked at something on the other side of the river.

He growls, low and deep, and you hear a light light, “Easy there, pup. I mean no harm to your mistress.”

You know who he is as soon as you see him.

Everyone knows who the Fett boys are, after all.

And there’s only one who has a skull tattooed on his face.

“Hunter,” You drop your hair and lean back slightly to look up at him as he meanders across the river and stops to lean on the fence bordering it. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?”

“You know our land bumps against yours, princess.” He replies with a grin, “I’m more curious as to why the lovely lady herself is so far away from her mother’s protective embrace.”

You sigh, “I’m hardly a child anymore, Hunter. I don’t need to stay within mother’s range at all times.”

“Do they know that?”

You shoot him a look, and he grins at you, “Ah, don’t be like that Princess. I’m only worried about you’re well-being. That’s all.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You counter sarcastically, and then you roll your eyes as he hops the fence and walks over to you. “Did I invite you to join me?”

“Nope.” Hunter replies easily as he settles on the ground next to you and lightly plucks a honeysuckle from the ground to tuck it behind your ear, “But I’m doin’ it anyway.”

“This is why you don’t have a lady, Hunter.” You chide him lightly, even as you reach up to lightly touch the flower behind your ear with a smile on your lips.

His grin widens, “And why don’t you have a man, princess?”

“We both know that’s not my decision.”

Hunter leans back slightly, his gaze dark as he watches you, “And you’re happy with that? Being a pawn to your parents’ game?”

You shrug, “Happiness is for other people, not me.”

“Well, that doesn’t seem fair.”

“And since when is life fair?”

Hunter clicks his tongue, “So you’ll be content with a life of sorrow and loneliness?”

“Sure.”

“You deserve better, Princess.”

You sigh and shake your head, “I will be married off to a rice man from back east. I will be able to live the life that I’ve become accustomed to.” He’d probably believe you more if you didn’t sound like you were trying to convince yourself.

“But you’ll be alone.”

“What other option do I have, Hunter? It’s not like someone’s going to swoop in and save me. You know my parents already have the Sheriff on their side. Even if I were to run away, he’d just return me right to them.”

Hunter is quiet for a moment, but you can feel his heavy gaze on your face, “You’ve already thought it through?”

“Of course I have. You think I want this?” You turn your head to scowl at him, “There are no options for me that result in me being allowed to be happy. Not one.”

He’s quiet again, and you think, for a moment, that the conversation is done. But then he suddenly sits up from where he had been slowly leaning back to lay down. “I have an option for you.”

“Do you?” You ask, more sarcastic than you should have been.

“Marry me.”

Your head snaps towards him, and you stare at him, jaw dropped, in absolute silence for a whole minute.

To his credit, he doesn’t even look uncomfortable at your stare.

“I mean it, Princess. Even your folks won’t cross the Fetts.”

“Because you’re so close to being Outlaws, you might as well already be one.” You remind him.

“That’s not a no.” Hunter says with a grin as he leans in towards you, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

You really should slap him for being so familiar with you, but this is Hunter. “That’s because there are, about, a million reasons why it’s a terrible idea. And I’m trying to decide which one I should start with.”

He leans even closer, and you can feel your face burn as his breath washes over your skin, “Give me one reason that has nothing to do with other people.”

You hesitate, “I’m just going to bring trouble to your family.” You finally say, “Everyone is going to assume that you stole me—”

“I really don’t care about everyone.” Hunter says easily, “What do you want?”

“There’s more to marriage than a mutual attraction.” You reply.

“There’s more to us than just a mutual attraction.” Hunter counters, “Come on, Princess. Say yes. Say yes, and I promise that you’ll be happy.”

You want that. You want it so badly that it makes your heart ache.

And Hunter knows it.

“Come on, beautiful.” His lips brush against yours, “I might not be able to buy you those fancy dresses or jewels that you wear. But I can make you happy.”

“I hate the dresses and jewelry,” You whisper against his lips.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I want to be loved.” You say, immediately.

And Hunter smiles at you, “What makes you think that I don’t love you?”

“You never said—” You trail off as his lips close over yours in a proper kiss, stealing your words with ease.

“We can take Rudy and Sylvester with us.” Hunter promises against your lips, “I will make you happy, Princess. My Princess. Just say yes.”

You curl your fingers around the loose material of his shirt, and, just before he kisses you again, you whisper, “Yes.”

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An Informed Choice

Summary: Since the day you met Tech, you’re greatest fear was that one day he would leave. And now, nearly two years after he was found near death, Tech has regained all of his memories and he’s healthy enough to travel.

Pairing: TBB Tech x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1149

Warnings: Reader is mute

A/N: So, I kind of really like this idea, and I hope that you all do to. I will also mention that I did almost no research on this, so I apologize if it isn't accurate. Italics are signing.

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You should be at home.

You know that your parents are going to be looking for you. They still see you as a helpless child, even though you’ve been wholly independent since you were a young teenager.

But you don’t want to go back to the house.

If you go back to the house you’ll have to go to bed, and if you go to bed it means that Tech leaving will come even faster.

You’re not stupid. You know that Tech is going to leave whether you go home or not. But, for now, you’re okay with lying to yourself.

Besides, sitting here by the lake is relaxing.

“I thought that I would find you here.” You start in surprise at the sudden voice behind you, and you lean to the side to peer around the trunk of the tree you’re leaning against.

Tech is standing only a few feet away. He’s wearing the casual clothes that he prefers when he’s not working, graphic tees and jeans, though you can’t help but notice the grease smears on the side of his pants and the scrapes on his hands.

You roll your eyes, You’ve been working without safety gear again, haven’t you? You sign to him.

His lips curl up into a smile and he walks over to you, leaning his arm against the tree over your head, “I needed to check on something.”

You roll your eyes again and tap the ground next to you, Stubborn man. You need to take better care of yourself.

“So you keep telling me.” Tech slides down the tree to sit next to you, and you dig into your bag—which you brought with you solely for snacks and drinks—to grab your tiny first aid kit. “A little scrape has never killed anyone.”

An infection caused by an ignored little scrape has. You counter quickly as you pull out an alcohol wipe and start to clean his hands, Honestly, Tech, it’s like you don’t care about you own well-being at all. You add as you pause from your cleaning to actually examine his injuries.

“Maybe I like it when you dote on me.” He replies, and you can feel his gaze on the top of your head. Though you don’t look up.

Well, I’m not going to Pabu with you, so maybe learn to be more careful.

“You could.” You lift your gaze to meet his and shoot him a confused look, “Come to Pabu with me, I mean.”

You really think Mother will allow that? I can barely get her to let me go to the store by myself.

“Your mother worries too much,” Tech replies with a roll of his eyes, “Honestly, you are not five.”

You finish washing his hands, and start applying colorful bandages to the scrapes, cheerfully choosing the brightest colors for him. Mother can’t help herself. You know what she’s like.

Tech grimaces, “I do. And I appreciated it, when I was at my most injured, but now it just feels smothering.”

Well, you can’t spell “smother” without “mother”, right? You quip with a small grin. And, you’re all set.

“Did you have to pick neon pink for the bandages?”

Yes.

“Of course you did.”

It’s not my fault that you look amazing in pink.

He shoots you a look, though you can see the amusement playing on his lips, so you’re not worried about him actually being mad. You pick up the small amount of trash from the alcohol wipes and the bandages, and put them with the rest of the trash from today, and turn to slide your first aid kit back into place, when you feel Tech’s hand on your wrist.

You pause, and turn back to him, What’s wrong?

Tech doesn’t answer you. It’s not like him to ignore you, though, so you wait for him to say something.

But he surprises you. Instead of a verbal answer, he presses the palm of his hand against yours and slowly threads his fingers with yours.

It’s the easiest thing in the world to close your hand around his. His hand is warm and rough, and he’s kind of breaking your heart right now.

Tech? What’s wrong?

“Pabu is a tropical planet,” He says, “There is not a lot of cold weather. There might not be many people who know sign language, but they are kind people who will learn—”

Tech, what are you talking about?

“I do not want to leave you behind.” Tech says quietly, “The people here treat you like you are incapable, and every time I think about leaving you behind my chest gets tight.”

For a moment you just stare at him, and then you sigh, Tech. You have a life and a family waiting for you. I’m sure you have a girlfriend or someone waiting for you. Do you think they’ll be happy that you’re bringing a stray home?

“You are not a stray.” Tech counters. “You are—” He trails off, and his free hand comes up to press against your cheek, “Do you really have no idea how much you mean to me?”

You can do better than someone like me.

“So you do know how important you are to me.”

You have been a bit obvious.

“Then you should also know this,” Tech says, “I have been thinking about this for weeks. This is not some spur of the moment idea I just had.” His hand tightens around yours, “You are an adult. If you want to leave, no one can make you stay.”

What if we get to Pabu and you change your mind?

“I would never.”

You can’t know that.

“I can know that. And I do.” Tech trails his fingers down your cheek to your jaw, “Then, let me do it this way. Do you want to stay here?”

You hesitate for a moment, No.

He releases a noise that you can only call a pleased hum, “And do you accept the fact that I love you?”

You never said that.

“Stubborn,” He lightly bumps his forehead against yours, “Fine. Then here is this. I love you. I am in love with you. I want to plan a future together with you. I have planned a future together with you.”

Oh.

“I want you to come to Pabu with me. I want to build a life with you on Pabu. Please?”

Alright. You reply after a long moment of not responding, But you have to tell my mother.

“Deal.” And then, as if he’s been waiting for it, Tech tilts his head and gently presses his lips against yours. At first you freeze, not expecting it at all, but then you relax and wrap your free arm around his neck to hold him closer.

Tech has always been your choice. It’s nice to know that he feels the same way.

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Rex is here in Texas! Hot damn!

Think I found out what Rex has been up to…

Rex's Bar & Grill

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He’s gorgeous!!

4/10/25: Vaughn (armor)

(Okay this is why I push myself to do art even when I don't want to because I absolutely DID NOT want to sketch today I'm tired and grumpy and stressed and I waited until 11pm to even touch my tablet and now I'm delighted because he's so adorable. One of my favorite sketches I've done so far this year 🥹)

[cdblake1565]

Oh pissed off Howzer just affects me in ways I cannot speak of.

The Bad Batch + Season 3 + Captains Rex & Howzer

[2/2] (part 1) (part 3)

[cdblake1565]

I love them both. And Hera and Chop too.

Treat us with some Howzer? 🤠 (no pressure)

Forget accurate timelines, in this house we die like men.

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I can fix him!

... so apparently it was Plan 99's anniversary 🥳

[cdblake1565]

Like Stars

Summary: You’ve never liked your appearance, specifically the hundreds of thousands of freckles that cover your entire body. You claim they’re ugly and that they make you look ugly, so you hide them under makeup. And you’ve done so since you were a teenager. But now you’re a Doctor attached to the 501st and you don’t always have the time for makeup.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1806

Warnings: Reader is described as having lots of noticeable freckles, Reader makes several comments about how they hate their appearance, Kix is a Guy about the reader and makes some suggestive comments

A/N: So I had an idea last night, and decided to write it. I hope you all like it.

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There’s something about hyperspace travel that leaves the Resolute cold. No matter how much you layer, or how high you turn the heat in your personal quarters, you can still feel a chill down to your bones.

You hate it.

But you wouldn’t change anything about your life.

The men of the 501st are genial men, and they treat you with the utmost respect. Not to mention, they can be funny and they don’t treat you like an outsider, something your coworker attached to the 104th has had to deal with since day one.

More importantly, you get to work with Kix. The Chief Medical Officer for the 501st, and someone you’d be more than happy to call a friend even outside of work.

Okay, full disclosure, you’ve been nursing a crush on him for the better part of six months, and it’s not getting better. You thought—hoped, really—that spending time with him would kill the crush, it’s happened before after all, but no. The more time you spend with Kix the larger your crush grows.

He complimented your hair the other day, and you, the suave, smooth person you are, blurted, “Thanks, I was born with it.”

Luckily, he thought it was funny rather than just you being an awkward mess of a person. But you can already foresee the future. Kix is going to keep saying nice things to you, and you’re going to keep saying weird awkward things because you’re apparently a failure of a person.

You can already feel your face burning with remembered embarrassment, and you groan as you roll over to bury your face in your pillow. Maybe if you smother yourself, the remembered embarrassment will fade and you’ll be able to do your damn job.

Then your alarm goes off, and you release an ugly oath in three different languages. You lift your head off your pillow and glare at the chrono built into the wall next to your bed.

You’re not ready for another day.

You need another hour, at least, to obsess over how embarrassing your crush on Kix is before you can guilt yourself out of bed and into the sonic.

The chrono doesn’t care, though. It just keeps blaring it’s alarm, until you groan and roll off your bed to smack the button to turn it off.

And, well, now that you’re awake and on your feet, it just makes the most sense to drag yourself to the fresher and start your day.

You hop in the sonic and power it on. Sure, the sonic might be more efficient than a water based shower, but you’d sell your brother’s soul for a proper water based shower. Not yours, obviously. You need yours.

As soon as the sonic times down, you step in front of the mirror and absently grab your headband and pull it on. This, particular, headband was designed to hold your hair out of your face while you wash your face and apply your makeup.

You yawn as you open a drawer and pull a face wipe out of it’s container, and then grab the bottle of foundation from where it’s laying next to it.

At this point in your life, you don’t have to look at yourself in the mirror when you wash and apply your face. You could probably do it with your eyes closed, at this point, but you always watch anyway.

You scrunch up your nose in distaste as you examine your makeup free face. How is it that you have more freckles now than you did a week ago? You prod at your cheek and scowl, maybe you should save up some money to have the freckles removed, like at a clinic or something.

Your comm chimes a warning, and you release another curse. You got distracted, you’re going to be late.

Blindly, you grab the bottle of foundation and flip open the lid so you can pour some of the liquid on a small foam sponge, only for nothing to come out. You stare, bewildered, for a moment. And then you finally register that the bottle it empty.

A quick glance inside the drawer tells you that the bottle was faulty, since makeup now covers the bottom of the drawer.

Tragically, this bottle was supposed to last you the entire deployment. You don’t have another one. Which means, for the first time since you were a teenager, you have to go without makeup.

Maybe, if you just don’t look at anyone, they won’t see the freckles.

A fool’s hope, you know. Your freckles are very noticeable even from across the room.

You rub your hands across your face, and then tug your work clothes on, and turn to head out of your quarters.

You really, and truly, never wanted Kix to see you without makeup.

Vanity? Maybe. But you’ve hated the freckles since you were a small kid, and age has only made you hate them more. Kids can be cruel, after all. And parents can be even more so.

The walk from your quarters to the medbay is quick, as your room is intentionally just down the hall, just in case. The medics, Kix and the others, have their bunk on the other side of the medbay.

It means it is nearly impossible for you to be later, since your work station is only a couple of feet from your room, but it also means that you’re never the first person in.

So as the door slides open, you see the back of Kix’s head as he does his morning inventory. You grab your datapad from next to the door, and power it on, pulling it up to your face so no one can see what you look like, and then you read what’s on the screen.

“Oh, motherfuck. Today’s the day for physicals?”

Kix laughs and glances at you, “Did you forget?”

“I think I blocked it out since the last one was so traumatic.” You grouse as you scroll down the list, “Wait, how come I have both Tano and Skywalker?”

“Commander Tano didn’t feel comfortable receiving a physical from me,” Kix says easily, “And I gave you Skywalker since I’m unfamiliar with Jedi physiology.”

“You fucker.” You say, though there’s no heat in your voice, “Are we doing natborns and clones today?”

“Most of the natborns had their physicals already, it’s just Tano and Skywalker on that side. I am giving you the Shinies though.” Kix replies as he lifts his own datapad to glance at it.

“Just say you hate me, Kix. There’s no need to be passive aggressive.”

“They’re afraid of me, and I need them to come to the physicals, so you’re just going to have to suck it up, buttercup.”

“Yeah, well. If you were nicer—” You trail off as you scroll down the list, “I’m doing you? Uh...I mean,” You feel your face burn, “I’m giving you your physical today?”

You can feel him grinning at you at your slip of the tongue, “Yup. And I’m doing yours.” He replies, sounding delighted.

You finally drop your datapad away from your face, “I don’t need a physical? I already had mine.”

“Well, it wasn’t put in your file, so you’re getting another one.” Kix scans your face, and then he takes a step towards you, “Do you have freckles?”

“Shut up, don’t look at me.” You lift your datapad again, only Kix is faster as he yanks it out of your hand and lightly grips your chin. “Kix?!”

“You do! How have I never seen them?”

He’s standing really close to you. Too close for your sanity.

“I hide them with makeup,” You manage to get out, your voice slightly strangled

His thumb trails against your jaw, “Why would you do that?” There’s something awed in your voice and you start slightly when his other hand comes up to press against your cheek.

“I—well...they’re ugly,” You stammer, his hands are warm against your skin, slightly calloused from years of weapon handling, and dry from overusing hand sanitizer, but you can’t help but think that his hands feel nice against your skin.

“Says who?”

“Uh, lots of people, actually.” You shift, slightly uncomfortable, “And since they’re ugly it means I’m ugly, but I ran out of makeup. So…”

“You’re not ugly, and neither are the freckles.” Kix counters sternly, his fingers still lightly trailing from one freckle to the next, “It’s like—” He trails off, something soft in his gaze.

“Kix?”

“Someone painted the stars on your face,” He murmurs, “How can anyone think you’re ugly when you have entire galaxies written on your body.”

Something about his words, and the way he’s saying them, makes your entire body burn with flustered embarrassment, “Please stop.”

“Why?”

“You’re embarrassing me.” You whine.

He releases a low chuckle, “I know. You’re so cute when you’re flustered and tripping over yourself.”

“You’re doing it on purpose?!”

“Yeah. I like seeing how flustered I make you. Especially since you don’t get flustered near any of my brothers.” Kix grins and shifts a little closer, so you’re able to feel his armor pressed against you, “You have a crush on me.”

You glare at him, or you try to. You’re pretty sure it comes across as a pout based on how he’s grinning.

“That’s alright. I have a crush on you too.”

“...you can’t say that!” You lightly pound your fist against his chest plate.

“Why not?” His grin has grown.

“Because I have to give you a physical later and now that’s all I’ll be thinking about!”

And then Kix leans in so his lips are hovering just over yours, “Good.” He purrs out, and then his lips are against yours in a surprisingly heated kiss.

He’s gone before you can properly respond, and before you can even ask why and how and what, the door opens and Ahsoka pokes her head into the room, “Um...am I early?” She asks, her eyes darting from you to Kix and then back again.

“I...uh...no. No, you’re right on time.” You struggle to shift your brain back into doctor mode, and judging by the grin on his face he can tell, “We’re going behind the blue curtain, alright Ahsoka? I just need a moment to find your file.”

She nods nervously, “Alright. I’ll just so sit…”

The teenager wanders off and you scowl at Kix as soon as she’s behind the curtain, “You’re trouble.”

“I can’t wait to show you just how much.” He counters with a wink. And then you both have to go to work as Rex steps into the room for his physical as well.

But, for the first time in your life, you think that maybe, just maybe, your freckles aren’t something that needs to be hidden away.

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He’s beautiful. I love the details.

CLONES IN SUITS | CAPTAIN REX POV: The Clone Wars were finally over — the Republic had won, Palpatine was gone, and Coruscant was basking in revelry. Clones, at last, were granted citizenship. On a secluded balcony of the Senate Building, Rex lifted you off your feet, spinning you as his laugh — real, unguarded — echoed against the night sky. When he set you down, he pulled you against his chest, breathing you in like the first breath of a new world.

"Finally, my brothers are free," he whispered against your lips, his voice cracking. "Cyar'ika...I'm free."

Version without shadows:

Inspired by "Go the Distance" from Hercules💙

The captain is finally done <3 Next on the list for the clones in suits series is Bad Batch Echo! xoxo Might be a little slow since Celebration is approaching but he will come! 😊

For a look at which clones I've made so far, check out this link!

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