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Me: Just a quick story, nothing major

Also me: being 7k words in and not finished yet

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i was tagged by @ladysongmaster to post a line from my wip without context - thanks so much for the tag! i’m excited that i actually have a wip this time around 😂

“As I’ve said before, I think you should still decline those. They’re dreadfully boring.”

i’ll leave this tag open to anyone who wants to share! don’t be shy :)

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this is so cute!! kix being the only one who actually sees what's going on is so fun :)

Title: Family Drama

Prompt: fake relationship/any season/any clone

Summary: Family drama helps you say something you’d been too shy to do more than drop hints about.

Words: 1532

Warnings: a bit of angst, misunderstandings, self-worth issues (if you squint)

Read on AO3

For the clone x reader prompt-a-thon hosted by @cloneficgiftexchange

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You let out a deep sigh and tossed your datapad down on the commissary table. It skittered to the edge, where it teetered for a second, before falling to the floor.

You swore in Huttese, then dropped your face into your hands.

Great. Just great.

Your family was having their every-five-years summer reunion in a week. Right when the Resolute was to return to Coruscant for the 501st’s scheduled leave. The reunion was always a big shindig by the lake where your family had some property. People you hadn’t seen since the last reunion came together for five days and at least three of your aunts tried to set you up with “this person they knew” who was “just perfect for you”. You had tried to bow out, saying that you had work and couldn’t get it off. But then your mother had called you in tears, saying how much she’d been looking forward to seeing you.

So now you were guilted into going. If the reunion had been with your immediate family only, you’d have gone, no question. But your extended family could get quite invasive when it came to your life.

“Are things really that bad?” a voice asked.

You looked to see Jesse retrieving your datapad from the floor. He smiled as he placed it next to the remains of your lunch.

Jesse had been one of the first clone troopers to really befriend you. The others were respectful, but Jesse had invited you to sit with him and his brothers during meals, and saved a seat for you at briefings. He’d stayed up late with you a few times when you had intelligence reports due, and you’d comforted him when he came back from battles that his brothers would never return from.

When he’d left for ARC training, you’d missed him terribly, and finally admitted to yourself exactly how much you liked him.

“Just family drama,” you said.

A shout from across the room drew your attention to where Hardcase and Fives were playing keep-away-from-Dogma. Echo and Tup were somehow involved, probably as peace keepers, and the rest of Torrent were egging their brothers on.

“I know a bit about family drama,” Jesse said, seating himself next to you. “Wanna talk about it?”

You blew out another breath. “Have your brothers ever tried to set you up with someone they thought was “perfect for you”?” You made little air quotes with your fingers.

Jesse chuckled. “Yeah. Hardcase is known for that. He means well, but he keeps trying to set me up with people who are more his type.”

You nod. “I have several relatives who do the same to me, and they’re all getting together next week.”

“So don’t go,” Jesse said.

You shot him a wry look. “I wasn’t going to. Then my mom called, crying.”

“That’s . . . bad, right?” Jesse said.

“Moms crying is usually never a good thing,” you said, nodding. “I wish this were a holomovie. Then I could just ask my best friend to come along and pretend to be my date, and my family would leave me alone.”

Jesse was quiet and when you looked over, he had a thoughtful look on his face.

“Why don’t you ask one of us to go with you?” he said.

You felt a sudden spark of hope. Maybe Jesse had noticed the hints you’d been dropping.

“I’m sure any of the guys would love to go with you.”

The spark died. You didn’t want just any trooper to go with you as your fake boyfriend. You wanted Jesse.

“Your mother was a B2!” someone shouted.

“Yeah, well, your mother was Count Dooku!” someone yelled back.

Jesse rolled his eyes. “Maybe don’t ask those guys.”

You chuckled weakly. “Yeah.” You picked up your ‘pad and food tray. “Well, I’d better be off. All those reports won’t write themselves.”

You walked out of the commissary feeling a little sick to your stomach and a whole lot disappointed.

Between thinking about Jesse and stressing over your aunts, you didn’t get much work done over the next few hours. When your shift was over you headed toward the commissary automatically, but halfway there, you decided you didn’t want to eat anything. You turned around and started for your room.

You were walking toward a group of troopers when you noticed Jesse’s distinctive ARC armor. Panicking—because you didn’t think you could face him and not either throw up or start crying—you looked around and darted down a nearby maintenance hallway.

You heard Jesse call your name.

Kark.

“What are you doing?” you muttered to yourself, even as you speed-walked down the hallway. “He probably would have just nodded and walked on by, if you hadn’t run away like a spooked cloud-deer.”

“Come on. Wait,” Jesse pled, his footsteps picking up behind you.

Irrationally, you began to move faster.

“Why are you running?”

I don’t know, you wanted to say. Because I feel humiliated. Because I like you and you don’t like me back.

You rounded a corner and tried one of the droid access hatches, hoping to duck inside. But the hatch wouldn’t open, so you ran again.

“Hey, come on,” Jesse called. “You’re gonna get lost back here.”

“So are you,” you shot back.

You were starting to calm down a bit, the desire to run ebbing out of your limbs, and you slowed your pace. But your face felt hot and you didn’t want to have to explain to Jesse why you’d run.

A firm grip on your wrist pulled you up short and you gasped. You turned to face Jesse, trying to tug your arm from his hand.

“Let me go,” you said.

He immediately complied, but reached out again when you took a couple of steps away from him.

“Don’t,” you snapped. “Just . . . leave me alone.”

Jesse’s hand hovered in the air between the two of you. When you didn’t immediately run again, he lowered it.

“At least tell me what’s going on,” he said. “You’ve been acting weird since lunch.”

“Oh, you noticed that, huh?”

Jesse folded his arm across his chest and frowned. “I’m not a complete laserbrain.”

Closing your eyes, you drew in a deep breath and let it out. You wanted to point out the fact that he’d completely missed your feelings for him, but decided to just extricate yourself from the situation as quickly as you could.

“I know you’re not a laserbrain. I’m sorry if you felt like I treated you that way, Jesse. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

You tried to move past him, but the ARC trooper just stood there. Between the helmet clipped to his belt and his pauldrons—which practically touched the walls in the narrow corridor—there was no way you could slip past him gracefully.

“Nuh uh,” he said. “You gotta tell me what’s bothering you. If it’s your family, the least I could do is listen.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Yes, it’s my family. I love them, but . . . You already listened to me talk about them, so, thank you.”

Jesse stared at you and you could practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“Whaaaaaaat . . .” you asked suspiciously.

Jesse leaned close. So close his nose was just inches from yours.

“You’re crushing on Fives, aren’t you?”

You just stared at him in shock.

“Hardcase, then,” Jesse said.

“W-what??!” you spluttered. “No!”

“Echo?”

“I like you, you big, dumb, idiot!” you shouted.

Jesse stared at you with wide eyes. “Me?”

You felt your face flush again, and tears welled up in your eyes. “Yes, you, laserbrain. Now get out of my way.”

Jesse didn’t move. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Kix is going to be insufferable.”

“What does Kix have to do with this?” you muttered, wiping at your eyes. You would not cry over this stupid situation.

“He told me you liked me—”

“He what?!” you snapped, your voice rising in pitch and volume.

“Kix told me you like me—”

“And you, what? Didn’t believe him?”

“Well . . . I mean, look at you,” Jesse said, gesturing to you. “You’re amazing! And I’m just—”

“If you say ‘just a clone’,” you interrupted, “I will kick you some place your armor doesn’t cover.”

Jesse managed to look both amused and slightly afraid. His expression smoothed out and he sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You slumped in on yourself and wrapped your arms around your chest. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m the one who should apologize for running away.”

Jesse reached out and took your wrist. You didn’t resist as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. Even though your cheek rested against cool plastoid, you were more comfortable than you’d been in a long time.

“So,” Jesse murmured. “Now that we’ve got this part sort of figured out, can I come with you to visit your family as your fake boyfriend.”

You huffed a laugh and smacked his chest lightly. “If you’re coming with me to visit my family, you’d better be my actual boyfriend.”

Jesse hugged you tighter and rested his cheek on your head. “I think I can do that.”

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*Writing. Not necessarily posting/sharing if that came later.

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every once in a while i start reading fanfic for a piece of media i've never technically consumed and my brain starts buzzing in a dangerous way

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This is it!! It's the last week to get your applications in to be a contributor on the Spooky Star Wars Zine! Applications will officially close on Monday the 14th, so what are you waiting for? Fill out our form and come join us!

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What Happens on The Ferris Wheel (Only Stays There if You Can Keep A Secret)

Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,806

Summary: At the annual spring festival, Crosshair ends up spending some quality time with the batch's next door neighbor, who he happens to be harboring feelings for.

Note: this was written for the @cloneficgiftexchange seasons prompt-a-thon! the prompt i picked was: there's an uneven number of people in the group for the spring festival's ferris wheel - looks like we have to sit together now with crosshair - it was so much fun to write! i took inspiration from modern carnivals, and it's set during a fun springtime festival on pabu :)

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Winter had been as short lived as it always was, but that didn’t mean the inhabitants of Pabu let the changing of the seasons pass them by. As flowers began to bloom once more on the trees and the sound of birds chirping outside grew more frequent, plans were put into action for the annual Spring Festival, an event that (according to Shep and Lyana) should never be missed. 

Despite the excitement that seemed to grip the entire island, Crosshair would have been perfectly content to sit the festival out, relishing in an empty house as his brothers and sister enjoyed themselves and ate the various fried foods Pabu had to offer, but he should have known that Hunter wouldn’t be thrilled with the idea of leaving him home. “It’ll be fun,” was his brother’s declaration, said in a tone that made it clear there wasn’t much Crosshair could do to avoid this event completely. 

And now, as he walked with his brothers and sister through the buzzing fairgrounds, he was already planning out an expeditious retreat. 

“Look!” Omega was saying, practically pulling Hunter ahead of the rest of the group by their joined hands. “There’s a ferris wheel!”

“That one’s pretty tall too,” Echo responded. “It probably has a great view from the top.” 

As the group made their way over to where a line was already forming, Wrecker moved much slower than he had when they first arrived. “I think I’ll hang onto everyone's stuff,” he said quietly, staring up at the towering attraction before them and sucking in a breath. Everyone else simply nodded, Hunter passing over the backpack of their things to his brother as he stood outside the roped off area that directed the line. 

As they joined the group already waiting to be assigned a car, Omega’s had a realization. “Without Wrecker we have an odd number, and the cars seat two people,” she said quietly, looking at Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, and Tech. “Someone is going to have to sit next to a stranger.” 

“Oh, you’re right,” Tech responded. 

“Maybe we can find someone else we know,” Omega added, looking around at those who had also joined the wait. Crosshair was about to tell her not to worry about him, that he didn’t have an issue waiting with Wrecker on the ground, but his sister cut him off before he could open his mouth. “Wait, there’s Y/N!” 

At the sound of your name, Crosshair paused. As their next door neighbor, you had become friendly with all of the Bad Batch, and he should have guessed that you would be at the event (if he had to guess, most of the island was here to socialize, eat, and enjoy the games and other entertainment). 

As he watched his sister begin to explain their current predicament, someone gently elbowed Crosshair in the ribs, and he turned around to see Echo with a mischievous smile on his face. “Shut up,” Crosshair said, voice low so that the others didn’t question him about the topic of discussion. 

Echo simply raised his eyebrows in response, and his grin grew slightly wider as you accepted Omega’s offer to join their group and make an even number of passengers on the ferris wheel. “You can sit with Crosshair,” Tech said, and the man in question turned back to Echo with narrowed eyes, only to be met with a shrug and a raised eyebrow. 

 You nodded, glancing over in his direction before accepting or denying the invitation, as if waiting for him to push you away. Admittedly, he had been the last member of his family to get to know you, but it wasn’t because he disliked you. 

But in fact it was quite the opposite reason, his hesitation coming from the fact that  he still struggled with the way you were just so nice (and to him, of all people). Many people on the island had been friendly, and it was probably because they didn’t know the truth about his past. But you had come to learn more about him from your friendship with the others, and still you were the first person who had made him feel truly welcome. He felt something stir in his heart every time you stopped by to share some freshly baked treats, spend time with Omega, or to invite them to some kind of event so they didn’t feel left out. Spending time with you alone as you took in the view that the ferris wheel offered was certainly enticing, even though it made him more nervous than the prospect of taking on a battalion of clankers without any kind of backup. 

“That’s fine,” Crosshair said, and he could see a small smile begin to ghost across your face. Hunter lifted the rope for you to climb under, and immediately Omega began telling you about all the things she wanted to do this evening, and all the things she wanted to try. 

“Sure you’re up to the task of talking to her?” Echo said quietly. He had been the first to clock Crosshair’s infatuation with their next-door neighbor, and unfortunately, as a byproduct of all the time he spent in the 501st, he had no qualms when it came to teasing Crosshair about it. 

“Did you tell them?” Crosshair hissed in response, hoping the ambient noise of the fair would be enough to keep their conversation out of Hunter’s earshot. 

Echo shook his head. “I think they just have eyes, Crosshair.” 

With a narrowed glare that only spent a moment on his face, Crosshair shook his head. “I’ll be fine,” he said quickly. 

“Good, because it looks like we’ll be at the front of the line soon.” 

Against his own wishes, Crosshair’s heart skipped a beat.

***

Despite not being a permanent fixture of the island, the cars of this ferris wheel were not only spacious but sturdy, and both you and him had plenty of room as you climbed in and got settled. Glancing over in your direction as the car moved upwards to allow the next pair to get in, he didn’t expect to meet your gaze. “You’re not afraid of heights, are you?” he asked, wondering why you might have been looking at him. 

“No,” you shook your head. “I probably wouldn’t have accepted Omega’s invitation if I was.” 

“Yeah, you’re right.” Kriff, this was already awkward, how was he supposed to survive the entire ride without combusting? 

Then you turned the question back on him. “Are you afraid of heights?” 

“Of course not, why?” 

“You turned to look at me rather than looking out as we moved up,” you said. “I just wondered if you would rather remain on the ground.”

The ferris wheel actually began to move continuously, with all the cars now full, and the conversation fell silent as you and Crosshair looked out at the Pabu skies. Although the flowers were beginning to bloom after winter’s end, the days had not quite yet reached their longest, so the light of the early evening was marked with the oranges, purples, and pinks of a setting sun. 

“Wow,” you were the one to break the silence that had settled over their car. “I’ve lived here all my life, but I’ve never seen the island from this far up.” 

Crosshair turned to look at you, immediately feeling his heart flutter at the expression of amazement on your face. “You’ve never been on the ferris wheel before at these events?” 

“This is the first time the festival has had one,” you said. “Phee was the one who first told me about them, I think this might be her doing.” 

The wheel was turning at a consistent pace now, and the sounds of laughter could be heard from the fairgrounds below. He knew that eventually they would have to step back onto the ground, but he selfishly wished that moment would never arrive. “I didn’t want to come to this thing at first,” he said quietly. “But I am glad Hunter dragged me here.” 

“I am glad you’re here too,” you said with a laugh. “At least so I didn’t have to go on the ferris wheel with a stranger.” 

Crosshair smiled. “Well then, I’m happy to be of service.” 

By the time their car was coming to a stop at the base of the ride, his heart was truly soaring, well above the height that any ferris wheel could offer. Spending this time alone with you had only made his feelings more persistent, especially since he had learned that the two of you had so many shared interests. He desperately wanted to take your hand and lead you out of the car, but he resisted, both because he didn’t know how it would be received and because he didn’t want to incur any more teasing from his brothers than he already has. 

“Where’s the rest of your family?” you asked, looking around for any signs of Echo, Hunter, Omega, Tech, or Wrecker. 

“They got in the cars before we did, they should have already gotten off,” Crosshair responded. He glanced at the steadily growing line to see if Omega had dragged everyone back there to go again, but saw no sign of his brothers or sister. “I don’t even see Wrecker, and he has our stuff.” 

You shrugged. “Omega probably just dragged them over to the ice cream stand or something.” 

“Wow, they keep leaving me behind.” You of course had no context for that comment, and Crosshair didn’t really feel any resentment for this particular instance, but the words came out before he could stop them. 

“At least you’re not all alone,” you said. “You wanna try your hand at some of the games with me? I’ll even let you win if there’s a shooting one.”

“I don’t think you need to throw the game on my account,” he said, a smile slowly growing on his face to match the playful expression you wore. “I would still win even if you were actually trying to beat me.” 

You gasped in (mock) offense. “Wow, you certainly are sure of yourself, Crosshair.” 

“It helps to know that I have certain genetic advantages.” 

“Good, then let’s go,” you said, grabbing his hand and beginning to pull him over towards the line of booths. “Because I have my eye on that giant pink moon-yo and I might need your help to win it.” 

As he registered the feeling of your hand in his, Crosshair couldn’t help but smile even wider than he already was. At this moment, he didn’t really care where his brothers and sister were, he just wanted to spend more time with you. 

Hopefully he would be able to keep the lovesick expression off his face when he returned home though, or Echo’s teasing might get even worse.

- the end -

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Wrecker Weeks: Event Masterlist

Here are the works that were posted for the event - you can also see some of these lovely creations in our AO3 Collection!

If you haven't already, please show some love to these amazing pieces of art and writing and their creators! Thank you to everyone who participated in showing Wrecker some appreciation this month :)

Art:

Armor Painting by @totallywizard07

Baking by @tlmtwelve

Choking Hazard (Wrecker x OC) by @separatistnightmare

Dragon AU/Protective by @squad-724

Dragon AU by @tlmtwelve

Dragon AU by @thecoffeelorian

Fight & Lula by @thecoffeelorian

First Kiss (Wrecker x OC) by @teesy738

First Kiss by @tlmtwelve

Free Space by @tlmtwelve

Goth Wrecker by @wings-and-beskargam

Hand holding by @vikushat

Hand holding by @thecoffeelorian

Hand holding by @tlmtwelve

Human Shield (Wrecker x OC) by @separatistnightmare

Imperial AU by @tlmtwelve

Lula & Hugs by @squad-724

Lula & Hugs by @tlmtwelve

Lula by @separatistnightmare

Medieval AU by @separatistnightmare

Monster AU by @tlmtwelve

Name Origin by @tlmtwelve

Nightmares by @tlmtwelve

Pabu Beach Day by @tlmtwelve

Pabu Beach Day by @electrikworm

Pabu Beach Day by @thecoffeelorian

Pirate AU by @tlmtwelve

Protective by @tlmtwelve

Scar Origin/Armor Painting by @totallywizard07

Scar Origin by @thecoffeelorian

Sketches by @deerspringdreams

Training (Wrecker x OC) by @deerspringdreams

Trans Wrecker by @electrikworm

Untitled by @vikushat

Untitled by @lonewolflupe

Warmth by @tlmtwelve

Warmth (Wrecker x OC) by @separatistnightmare

Wrecker's Nightmare by @vikushat

Wrecker Study by @vikushat

Writing:

Borgified by @gun-roswell

Hold on Tight by @electrikworm

Like New by @electrikworm

Lula by @electrikworm

My profile ever so pretty by @gun-roswell

Nightmare by @electrikworm

On the precipice, watching the storms by @gun-roswell

Snowy Surprises by @ghostofskywalker

“Thanks for keeping quiet, this one was ready to pop!” (Wrecker x Fem!Reader NSFW) by Crosshairs_dumb_pimp_gf (AO3)

Weather Wrecker Likes It or Not by Aelfwynn (AO3)

Wrapped in Love (Wrecker x Fem!Reader) by @ireadwithmyears

Wrecks and Lula - Here We Go Again! by @gun-roswell

Headcanons:

Explosions and Demolitions Expert by @sunshinesdaydream

Throwback Thursday:

Accidental First Kiss (Wrecker x GN!Reader) by @sunshinesdaydream

Knight in Plastoid Armor (Wrecker x Fem!Reader) by @ghostofskywalker

Playing Pretend (Wrecker x Fem!Twi-Lek!Reader NSFW) by @jetii

Trooperhearts: Wrecker by @sunshinesdaydream

Wrecker at Magic Kingdom by @sunshinesdaydream

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Previous Lists | My Master Lists

A cherished companion to the To-Read list, my Done-Read list is a compilation of all the fics I read each month. If you missed the reblogs I left along the way, you can use these lists to find recs for your own reading journeys. As always, thank you to the lovely and talented writers who fueled all my daydreams this month!

The 501st

How they kiss you ☘️ by @1-have-no-idea

The Bad Batch

Cheeky Flashing ☘️ by @nahoney22

Echo x OC

Technical Devotion series, Part 2 ☘️ by @captn-trex

Fixer x reader

Be Gentle With Yourself ☘️ by @vodika-vibes

Hunter x OC

Hunter and the Librarian series, Chap 11 - Chap 12 - Chap 13 ☘️ by @clonethirstingisreal

Maul

"You're safe" ☘️ by @justalittletomato

"A friend" (art) ☘️ by @its-not-a-pen

Poe x reader

Hush, Part 3 ☘️ by @campingwiththecharmings

Scorch x reader

There Are Many Benefits to an (Unauthorized) Vacation ☘️ by @ghostofskywalker

Wolffe

With a shy/introverted girlfriend ☘️ by @vodika-vibes

Wrecker x reader

Wrecker's scars ☘️ by @din-miller (initial thought), @merkitty49 (drabble)

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Fandom Friday, 4/04: Fanfiction!

Hello again, everyone…and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the somewhat regular series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before we begin...ooh boy, did we get some updates in the fandom, or what. Andor Season Two is just around the corner, Star Wars Celebration is following right behind it, and if that wasn't enough to get us all salivating, we got our first trailer for 'Tales of the Underworld' as of Wednesday. In fact, it's probably more than enough to get me asking this of everyone--which Star Wars update are you most excited for this year? Feel free to drop a comment in the replies or reblogs, and maybe we can get a round or two of yapping just in time for this weekend!

And now, without further delay...here are my picks of the week.

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @axo-has-adhd:

Sweet Blossoms (Direct Link)

REPUBLIC COMMANDO

Republic Commando Fanfiction--By @gilded-moon:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @electrikworm:

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @ghostofskywalker:

STAR WARS REBELS

Star Wars Rebels Fanfiction--By @reneeofthestars:

SKELETON CREW

Skeleton Crew Fanfiction--By @voolfman:

Skeleton Crew Fanfiction--By @tesalicious2:

'Ello Cap'n (AO3)

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

If anybody likes what they see here AND would enjoy seeing more posts like this; please drop the rock star emoji (👩‍🎤) into the comments or reblogs, and I’ll be sure to tag you when the next update comes.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, and above all else, please stay safe out there.

No Pressure Tags: @algo-o-nada @the-osborn-way @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom @aknightreaderr

@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenathegreengirl @gun-roswell @tazmbc1

@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve @snoowply @apocalyp-tech-a 

@totally-not-your-babe and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanfiction.

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omg i love the term dog angels for that concept 🥺 🥺

Snowy Surprises

ao3 link || words: 889

gen: wrecker & omega, wrecker & hunter & crosshair

summary: When Omega wakes up one morning to see a coating of snow outside, she wakes up Wrecker to explore it.

note: here is my contribution to @wrecker-week! this fic is full of weather inaccuracies but i don't care lol, i think it's fun to write pabu as having seasons 😂

He couldn’t tell if it was part of a dream or not, but someone was saying his name. 

“Psst, Wrecker!” 

“Hey, Wrecker!” 

“Wake up!” 

Along with the last statement, the feeling of someone leaping on top of him was what finally got him to open his eyes, only to be faced with a beaming Omega. “Hnnnng?” He grumbled, still not entirely sure if he was dreaming or not and still definitely half-asleep. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know, but look outside!” She said brightly. “It SNOWED!” 

Well, that definitely caught his attention. “Really?” he whispered, a smile crossing his face. 

Omega nodded, a grin to match her brother’s having completely taken over her face. “Wanna go out and see what it’s like for ourselves?” 

Wrecked smiled, already putting Lula aside and beginning to get out of bed. “Of course!” 

Careful not to wake the rest of the home’s sleeping inhabitants, the three of them (Batcher included) snuck downstairs and out the door to see the small backyard completely coated in a thick layer of snow, with fat flakes still falling from the morning sky. The path that led directly to the beach had the same covering, and Wrecker laughed as Omega opened her mouth to try and catch a snowflake on her tongue. 

It wasn’t as cold outside as Wrecker was expecting, but he supposed that this snow would be a short-lived presence, unlike if they lived on a planet where this was the norm. He had heard that Pabu experienced different seasons throughout the year, and Shep had mentioned that occasionally they saw snow, he just didn’t expect to see it so soon. It was certainly a far cry from Kamino’s weather and landscape, which was always the same (and always depressing).

Batcher had already sprinted out into the yard and flopped down into the snow before Wrecker and Omega had stepped off the patio, barking happily as she tossed small piles of snow up into the air. 

Omega grabbed Wrecker’s hand. “We should make snow angels!” 

It took a few tries to successfully get up off the ground in a way that didn’t destroy the freshly made snow angel, but neither Wrecker nor Omega cared if there were a few strange-looking ones across the yard. Even Batcher joined in on the fun (though she didn’t exactly seem to grasp the shape they were going for, preferring to just wiggle among the snow before popping up and finding a fresh patch to attack).

For so much of his life, Wrecker had either lived among the too bright lights and boring gray walls of the clone facilities on Kamino, or had spent his time dodging danger and peril on the front lines of the war. Here, laughing with his sister in a place they could really call home, was quickly becoming one of his favorite memories in the entire galaxy. 

“Hey,” he whispered loudly, and Omega immediately turned her attention to him. “We should throw snowballs at the others to wake them up.”

A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “Definitely. They won’t know what hit them.” 

But before Wrecker could respond, or they could start assembling their snowy ammunition, a different voice entered the conversation. “Who won’t know what hit them?” 

Freezing in their tracks, both Wrecker and Omega slowly turned to see Hunter and Crosshair standing a few paces from the door, clearly having just woken up. Batcher barked excitedly before sprinting over to them, and Wrecker could tell that Omega was trying as hard as she could to think of something to say. “Nothing,” was what she eventually decided on, but there was really no way to not sound at least slightly guilty in this situation. “We were just talking about what we wanted to do before the snow melted.”

“Really?” Crosshair responded, raising his eyebrows. “Because it sounded like you were going to hit us with snowballs.” 

Omega’s eyes widened. “Noooooooo.” 

“We were going to invite everyone out for a snowball fight later though,” Wrecker jumped in. Even if they no longer had the element of surprise, he didn’t want to give up the idea.

“What about now then?” Crosshair responded. “Unless you’re both too scared to go up against us.” 

Wrecker and Omega exchanged glances as matching smiles began to grow on their faces. “Definitely not!” Omega said, and Wrecker nodded, pushing one of his fists against the other palm in a (mock) threatening gesture. 

“Then you’re on!” Hunter said, him and Crosshair immediately taking off towards the side of the house for cover. 

From that point on, there was no time to waste. As Omega began to pass (expertly formed) snowballs over to Wrecker to launch at Crosshair and Hunter, Batcher could be found running back and forth between the teams, barking excitedly and occasionally stealing some of the ammo for herself (to eat, not to throw).

By the time a truce had been called and everyone headed back inside to make a cup of hot cocoa, the perfectly smooth blanket of snow that had laid across the yard when Wrecker first looked outside was ruined, but he didn’t care. It was all going to melt anyway, and the craters and divots outside were only another reminder of the fun they had, and how special this moment had been for his family.

- the end -

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this is lovely!! rex as an excited plant parent is such a great image in my mind, i can see the text thread in my brain with 50 exclamation points from him so clearly :)

The Flower That Blooms In Adversity

Clone x Reader Prompt-a-thon 2025 | @cloneficgiftexchange

Rex x reader | 900 words

Content: domesticity, some angst, no dialogue

Prompt: (Spring) Rex worries a flower might die because it isn't blooming when the others do.

Note: Happy First Day of Spring! 🌸 I saw this prompt and couldn't help but think of a line from Mulan that always get me in the feels. There's something so sweet about Rex looking after a garden, and so comforting knowing that hardship can sometimes make us stronger

You'd gifted him the seeds for Life Day. He had been surprised to receive a gift, perplexed at what was inside. A tiny, weightless bag, nothing more than paper it seemed. But several tiny bumps could be felt as he gingerly ran his thumb across and his smile widened. He'd always been amazed by your home garden. He'd watch you water the flowers, would help you pick the vegetables. You'd tell him all about the plants and how to care for them and he'd listen intently but would never interfere. It was your space. Now, he'd be able to have a corner of his own.

You'd helped him germinate the seeds after the new year. He had carefully followed your instructions for potting, his brow furrowed with the utmost of concentration as he delicately covered each cell of seeds with a thin layer of soil. He had fiddled with the pots, shifting their position on the ledge by mere fractions of inches, to position them just right. He had damn near spent his entire leave of absence peeking at them, inspecting them, knowing nothing would happen so early but still being too fascinated to keep away.

You'd looked after his seedlings while he was on duty. Of course you would've taken care of them anyway, but he'd still insisted on sending you reminders. Is the temperature still right? Is the soil still moist? It's been two weeks, are they sprouting yet? You'd waited for the little green leaves to really start showing before you sent him a photo. The 50 exclamation marks in response had left none of his excitement to the imagination. You'd demanded he focus on his mission so he could come home alive and see them for himself.

You'd set aside a flower bed for him a week before the final frost. You'd guided him through the process of transplanting his precious babies into their new home and tried not to tease him for it. He'd been a little ridiculous, but also endearing, you supposed, as he fussed over their care. It was only when you'd grumbled after catching him whispering to them early in the morning did he ease up and start paying you more attention instead.

You'd left the garden gate open for him in the warmth of spring. You yourself had been tending your own plants and were okay letting him rush to see his blooming flowers before greeting you. His face had predictably lit up in awe and joy as he crouched by them, brushing his gloved fingers lightly along the petals. All the effort, all the worry and fuss, had finally produced three vibrant, beautiful flowering plants. And then his smile had become a frown as he discovered the one bulb that hadn't yet opened. You'd assured him some flowers took more time than others, but his concern only grew with each continually dormant day. 

You'd whispered a prayer to his flower when summer came. Crept outside in the middle of the night, your stomach twisting with worry. He was supposed to have checked in days ago. No one had given you answers on his battalion's status. And to make it worse, each one of his flowers had been losing their petals, withering in the sudden heat no matter what you did to protect them. You'd laid yourself in the dirt next to the fallen petals and cradled the one flower that remained. It'd been the last to bloom - he'd left before it'd opened - and it still had some growing to do. You'd spoken to it through tears and a heavy heart, promising that if it could hold on, you could, too.

You'd given up on the garden long ago. Weeks of radio silence and heat waves had gone by and you'd had no choice to but to leave it behind. You'd gone parsecs away, searching for the one thing you couldn't give up on. You'd willed yourself to believe that of all the fragile living things, he would be the one that would survive such a harsh, unforgiving world. And if he was still out there, you'd find him. You'd get him back and you'd care for him and you'd never let him go. And so you'd searched and searched and searched... You'd hoped and fought and prayed. And against all the odds, you finally got him back into your arms. Safe. Alive. Well.

He named the flower after you upon his return. You felt sad but still went out with him to assess the damage. The whole garden was a sea of brown, wilted stems and crumpled leaves and dirt as hard as rock. But standing above it all, in the humble little corner you'd so generously given him, as if untouched by any troubles, was his flower - the flower. The one that had been so slow to bloom that he'd been worried it would simply die off. Now its petals were bright, vivid, beautiful. He didn't rush to it this time, instead staying in the shade by your side. You wrapped your arms around him and held him close as he whispered his love to you.

The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.

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this is so cute!

Caught in the Rain (Sergeant Hunter x reader)

Apart of the Promptathon held by @cloneficgiftexchange. It was so fun to write! I hope you enjoy💕

Season: Spring Prompt: Caught in a sudden rainstorm

Warnings: gn reader, fluff, meet cute, 

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Pabu was beautifully peaceful. For the first time in his life, Hunter felt almost relaxed. But, he was also bored. After so long of constant missions and life threatening situations, it was hard for Hunter to just stop that. He knows it was his choice, and he could’ve chosen to join Rex and Echo. However, he also needed to think about Omega; she would go wherever he did. 

So, Hunter established a routine to cope with the sudden lack of activity. 

He would wake up early and go for a run. Then, he would make breakfast, eat, clean up. Next, Hunter would talk to Shep, asking if there was any work to be done. Lunch was after that, and so on and so forth. Monotony and routine everyday. Yet, it was suffocating.

While moving some crates for Shep one day, Hunter saw a small stand on one of the island's terraces. It was filled with colorful flowers and fresh plants that looked native to Pabu. You were managing the stand, wearing a sun hat and speaking to a child. You handed her a flower, and her face lit up. The girl bolted away. You went back to tending your stand.

Hunter’s eyes lingered on you for a moment. You moved carefully and were so gentle with the flowers. It was a refreshing sight after a lifetime of fighting and harshness. 

From that day on, he would see you around. Mostly at your flower stand, but also at the town festivals and down by the beach. The sergeant felt odd for never officially meeting you, but he just couldn’t do it. Someone else always jumped in: Omega needed something or Shep needed help and whatnot. Hunter wanted to meet new people, to break up the monotony of this new life. 

But one day, he finally did get his chance to talk to you.

It was a sunny day like any other. Hunter was not doing anything, so he thought it was time to buy some flowers. However, his luck was of course shit. 

The rain started a few drops at first before the sky unleashed a crying downpour. The wind picked up, screeching past his ears only to be deafened by the thunder creaking though the sky. The villagers in the square began to rush, desperate to get inside and stay dry. 

You were trying to shut your stall, attempting to keep any more of your flowers from being stolen by the wind. Your hat blew off as you forced the doors closed. You turned expecting to watch your beloved sun hat fly away, but a man had caught it. A devastatingly handsome man.

“You need to get inside.” He insisted.

“I can’t lose my stock!” You yelled over the noise of the wind.

“I’ll help!”

He grabbed the stand doors and forced them closed in an impressive feat of strength. But with the storm getting worse, there was no time for you to appreciate it. You swiftly locked the doors. The man still held your sun hat. When you thought he was going to hand it over, the clouds unleashed their horrid downpour. 

In his quick thinking, the man grabbed your arm and pulled you slightly down the pathway towards an empty house. His grip was firm yet not too tight, allowing you to pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t.

“Sorry,” he anxiously panted out, releasing your arm. “I figured you didn’t want to be soaked by that storm.”

“It’s alright.” You smiled, “Thank you for your help. I don’t think I would have been able to close up on my own in the wind.”

“It’s no problem.” He noticed then that he was still holding your hat. “Here. I’m Hunter, by the way.”

“Thank you for saving my favorite hat too.” You giggled a little, then introduced yourself.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve seen you selling flowers, but never got the chance to say anything.” Hunter awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah. You're new here, right? Well, newer.”

“Only a few months or so,” Hunter admitted. “It’s a nice change of pace for us. And the kid needed some stability and friends her age.”

“Kid?”

“Yeah. Her name’s Omega. Short, blonde girl who hangs out with Shep’s kid.”

“Oh, I’ve seen her around. Her and Lyana come to my stand all the time to see what new flowers I have.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, they walk all around town saying hi to everyone and looking at all the stores. She really seems to like it here.”

“Well, as long as she’s happy, I’m happy.”

“But, how are you settling in? I mean, your kid is doing great, but how do you feel?” You asked.

“Fine. It’s… soldiers are trained to cope with change.”

“But no one prepares you for the transition when you leave the military.” You empathetically offered, checking on the rain out the window.

“I can't say it hasn’t been interesting. We were never supposed to exist without the Republic.” Hunter admits. You were thankfully easy to talk to.

“It’s alright. The rain looks like it’s lightening up though.”

Hunter looked out the window. Downpour had turned into a drizzle and seemed it would soon disperse. The weather on Pabu was particularly fickle and ever changing.

Hunter hummed, “Before you leave, I hope to see you again, with less rain.”

“I’d like that.”

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i'm glad you liked it!! i had so much fun writing for scorch :)

There Are Many Benefits to an (Unauthorized) Vacation

RC 1262 Scorch/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,507

Summary: The building tension between you and Scorch finally yields something more than glances and wishes while the squad is taking a bit of time to themselves.

Prompt: "There is no shame in using a pool floatie.” - “Yes there is. I’m shaming you.” || any delta squad

Note: this was written for the @cloneficgiftexchange seasons prompt-a-thon event, which is currently open for submissions! there are a bunch of amazing prompts for every seasonal situation, and i was so excited to try out writing for scorch!

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If the Republic or the GAR ever reached out to you and asked why this mission in particular was taking longer than the originally designated two rotations to complete, you would simply tell them that the team had run into complications when it came to surveillance and simply had to extend your stay in the safe house. You would reiterate the importance of the intel that you were gathering, and even go one step further to remind your superiors of the dedication of the group you were working with. 

The truth however, probably wouldn’t get you any kind of medal or award. 

You didn’t really care though, because this was an opportunity that you would probably never get again. Not only did the safe house you were staying in have a gigantic pool and accompanying lounge chairs, but this was the time of year where the weather was best for swimming. With this planet’s sun high in the sky and no neighbors within earshot of the building, Delta Squad had no trouble making the decision to extend the assignment by a rotation or two (even Boss was on board from the start).

You of course did not complain, especially now that you were laying out on an inflatable raft while the cool water lapped up your legs. Every once in a while a few droplets of water hit your face from the boys’ splashing, but it was never anything bad enough that you actually had to sit up and see what was going on. Right now, you were content enough to just listen to their conversations from the sidelines. 

Scorch, as usual, was nothing but humble about his skills, and was more than comfortable in the water. “I bet I could swim laps around you!” 

“I highly doubt that,” Sev retorted. “We’re made of the exact same genetic material, our speed is the same as all the other troopers.” 

“Wanna bet?” 

Boss’ voice floated through the air at Scorch’s proposition. “Save it for the training facilities, why don’t you?” You didn’t even have to lift the sunglasses from your face to tell that he hadn’t gotten into the pool yet, as the lounge chairs on the patio had become his favorite part of this assignment. 

“Why, Sir?” Scorch called back, voice glinting with the joyful mischief you’ve come to expect from him at this point. “Afraid you’d lose?” 

Boss sighed. “No, I just intend to squeeze every drop of relaxation I can out of our extra time here. It’s not like this will ever happen again.” 

“He’s right,” Fixer’s voice joined the conversation. You couldn’t tell where he was simply by the volume and direction of his voice, but if you had to guess, he was probably sitting on the edge of the pool with just his legs in the water. “I have half a mind to relax like Y/N over there.” 

“You should,” you said as the pool water rose just a little higher, providing the most wonderful relief for your sun-warmed skin. “This is the best experience I’ve ever had.” 

“I don’t know if it’s worth it for how ridiculous you look,” Scorch responded. 

“I do not look ridiculous! And there is no shame in using a pool floatie to relax.” 

“Yes there is, especially when said pool floatie is shaped like a bantha. I’m shaming you.”

You scoffed. “I don’t care what this thing looks like,” you said, finally opening your eyes to look at Scorch with your eyebrows raised. “I’m so relaxed right now, I don’t think a droid attack would even affect it.” 

“Oh really?” A small splash accompanied the commando as he swam over to you, and suddenly you were really close to an incredibly attractive clone (who just so happened to be shirtless). “Even if someone…flipped you?” 

Lifting your sunglasses up so that the two of you could lock eyes, you couldn't help the way your heart fluttered. There was something about Scorch in particular that made you act like a cadet, and now that you had more time to relax, the tension had slowly been building. “Not even then,” you said lowly, reaching up to pat his cheek. 

As you lowered your sunglasses over your eyes once more, you could see a glint of something you couldn’t quite place in Scorch’s expression, and you truly wondered if he was going to try and test your statement (and your patience). But no attack ever came, and you spent the rest of the afternoon floating in the sun, a part of you wishing something further had happened with every passing moment. 

***

In your opinion, the time went by too fast. Tomorrow morning you would be getting back on the ship to receive your next assignment from the GAR, and life would once again become dangerous, tiring, and stressful. Everyone else had stayed inside for the evening, but you were determined to get as much use out of the pool as physically possible, so you had kept your bathing suit out when packing the rest of your things away. 

If floating during the day was like paradise, at night it was some kind of heaven. The humidity had cut significantly, there was a cool breeze rustling the trees, and the chirping of birds and bugs provided a symphony of conversation as you stared upwards, the last trails of the evening light slowly disappearing across the sky. 

The sound of the door opening brought you back to the present, and Scorch’s voice entered the space moments later. “Thought I might find you out here.” 

“Yeah, I really don’t want to leave,” you said softly. 

“Me too,” he admitted, sitting down at the edge of the pool and putting his legs in the water. You watched as he slowly lowered himself in, throwing his shirt on one of the lounge chairs before it got completely soaked. 

It hit you moments later: that Scorch was once again standing over you, and that oh-so recognizable tension was once again building, charging every molecule of air around you. If he leaned down and you leaned up, your lips would be touching. 

“All good things have to come to an end I suppose,” you said softly.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t make the most of things.” 

Maker, you were so close to him. “And how would you want to make the most of it right now?” 

There was a pause, it was as if he was considering all the implications of your words. “I think I’d do this,” he finally said, in a voice much softer than you’ve ever heard him use. 

The moment your lips touched, it felt as though time had stopped. None of this felt real, especially not the fact that you would be returning to the front lines of a deadly conflict tomorrow morning, or that his brothers could walk out the back door at any moment and see the two of you in the pool. Right now, you and Scorch were the only two people in the entire galaxy. 

Or at least, you were until you felt the pool floatie begin to shake, and soon your entire body was plunged into the (pleasantly warm) water. That di’kut. 

You opened your eyes underwater, and you could see a grainy figure laughing above the surface. It was the perfect time to strike back, and you certainly took the opportunity. Leaping up out of the water, you tackled Scorch, using his surprise to your advantage as you dragged him down with you. 

You couldn’t really hear that well underwater, but his joy was obvious. The two of you chased each other through the pool, dragging one another countless times into the now choppy waters and laughing with every breath you took. 

Once again, you two were alone in the galaxy.

It was only when your lips had found each other for the second time did someone else walk out the door, and the two of you broke apart to see Fixer and Sev staring in your direction, one of them looking much happier than the other. 

“Ha, I called it! It’s time to pay up, Oh-Seven,” Fixer laughed, elbowing his brother next to him, who looked genuinely annoyed at the situation.

“You guys couldn’t have waited until the next time we hit 79’s?” Sev grumbled, heading inside to pay his lost bet. 

Fixer just winked at the two of you standing speechless in the pool before following his brother inside, and you were once again alone with Scorch. There was a smile on his face that you were sure not even an explosion could wipe off, and you knew that you must have looked just as wild, soaking wet in the evening’s almost-darkness. “Want to keep making the most of things?” he whispered. 

Your response was to pull him into another kiss, one that was instantly reciprocated. 

Tomorrow you would have to return to the war and the GAR, but tonight, you wanted to make sure that was the furthest thing from your mind.

- the end -

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thank you!! delta needs all the vacation time they can get!

There Are Many Benefits to an (Unauthorized) Vacation

RC 1262 Scorch/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,507

Summary: The building tension between you and Scorch finally yields something more than glances and wishes while the squad is taking a bit of time to themselves.

Prompt: "There is no shame in using a pool floatie.” - “Yes there is. I’m shaming you.” || any delta squad

Note: this was written for the @cloneficgiftexchange seasons prompt-a-thon event, which is currently open for submissions! there are a bunch of amazing prompts for every seasonal situation, and i was so excited to try out writing for scorch!

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If the Republic or the GAR ever reached out to you and asked why this mission in particular was taking longer than the originally designated two rotations to complete, you would simply tell them that the team had run into complications when it came to surveillance and simply had to extend your stay in the safe house. You would reiterate the importance of the intel that you were gathering, and even go one step further to remind your superiors of the dedication of the group you were working with. 

The truth however, probably wouldn’t get you any kind of medal or award. 

You didn’t really care though, because this was an opportunity that you would probably never get again. Not only did the safe house you were staying in have a gigantic pool and accompanying lounge chairs, but this was the time of year where the weather was best for swimming. With this planet’s sun high in the sky and no neighbors within earshot of the building, Delta Squad had no trouble making the decision to extend the assignment by a rotation or two (even Boss was on board from the start).

You of course did not complain, especially now that you were laying out on an inflatable raft while the cool water lapped up your legs. Every once in a while a few droplets of water hit your face from the boys’ splashing, but it was never anything bad enough that you actually had to sit up and see what was going on. Right now, you were content enough to just listen to their conversations from the sidelines. 

Scorch, as usual, was nothing but humble about his skills, and was more than comfortable in the water. “I bet I could swim laps around you!” 

“I highly doubt that,” Sev retorted. “We’re made of the exact same genetic material, our speed is the same as all the other troopers.” 

“Wanna bet?” 

Boss’ voice floated through the air at Scorch’s proposition. “Save it for the training facilities, why don’t you?” You didn’t even have to lift the sunglasses from your face to tell that he hadn’t gotten into the pool yet, as the lounge chairs on the patio had become his favorite part of this assignment. 

“Why, Sir?” Scorch called back, voice glinting with the joyful mischief you’ve come to expect from him at this point. “Afraid you’d lose?” 

Boss sighed. “No, I just intend to squeeze every drop of relaxation I can out of our extra time here. It’s not like this will ever happen again.” 

“He’s right,” Fixer’s voice joined the conversation. You couldn’t tell where he was simply by the volume and direction of his voice, but if you had to guess, he was probably sitting on the edge of the pool with just his legs in the water. “I have half a mind to relax like Y/N over there.” 

“You should,” you said as the pool water rose just a little higher, providing the most wonderful relief for your sun-warmed skin. “This is the best experience I’ve ever had.” 

“I don’t know if it’s worth it for how ridiculous you look,” Scorch responded. 

“I do not look ridiculous! And there is no shame in using a pool floatie to relax.” 

“Yes there is, especially when said pool floatie is shaped like a bantha. I’m shaming you.”

You scoffed. “I don’t care what this thing looks like,” you said, finally opening your eyes to look at Scorch with your eyebrows raised. “I’m so relaxed right now, I don’t think a droid attack would even affect it.” 

“Oh really?” A small splash accompanied the commando as he swam over to you, and suddenly you were really close to an incredibly attractive clone (who just so happened to be shirtless). “Even if someone…flipped you?” 

Lifting your sunglasses up so that the two of you could lock eyes, you couldn't help the way your heart fluttered. There was something about Scorch in particular that made you act like a cadet, and now that you had more time to relax, the tension had slowly been building. “Not even then,” you said lowly, reaching up to pat his cheek. 

As you lowered your sunglasses over your eyes once more, you could see a glint of something you couldn’t quite place in Scorch’s expression, and you truly wondered if he was going to try and test your statement (and your patience). But no attack ever came, and you spent the rest of the afternoon floating in the sun, a part of you wishing something further had happened with every passing moment. 

***

In your opinion, the time went by too fast. Tomorrow morning you would be getting back on the ship to receive your next assignment from the GAR, and life would once again become dangerous, tiring, and stressful. Everyone else had stayed inside for the evening, but you were determined to get as much use out of the pool as physically possible, so you had kept your bathing suit out when packing the rest of your things away. 

If floating during the day was like paradise, at night it was some kind of heaven. The humidity had cut significantly, there was a cool breeze rustling the trees, and the chirping of birds and bugs provided a symphony of conversation as you stared upwards, the last trails of the evening light slowly disappearing across the sky. 

The sound of the door opening brought you back to the present, and Scorch’s voice entered the space moments later. “Thought I might find you out here.” 

“Yeah, I really don’t want to leave,” you said softly. 

“Me too,” he admitted, sitting down at the edge of the pool and putting his legs in the water. You watched as he slowly lowered himself in, throwing his shirt on one of the lounge chairs before it got completely soaked. 

It hit you moments later: that Scorch was once again standing over you, and that oh-so recognizable tension was once again building, charging every molecule of air around you. If he leaned down and you leaned up, your lips would be touching. 

“All good things have to come to an end I suppose,” you said softly.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t make the most of things.” 

Maker, you were so close to him. “And how would you want to make the most of it right now?” 

There was a pause, it was as if he was considering all the implications of your words. “I think I’d do this,” he finally said, in a voice much softer than you’ve ever heard him use. 

The moment your lips touched, it felt as though time had stopped. None of this felt real, especially not the fact that you would be returning to the front lines of a deadly conflict tomorrow morning, or that his brothers could walk out the back door at any moment and see the two of you in the pool. Right now, you and Scorch were the only two people in the entire galaxy. 

Or at least, you were until you felt the pool floatie begin to shake, and soon your entire body was plunged into the (pleasantly warm) water. That di’kut. 

You opened your eyes underwater, and you could see a grainy figure laughing above the surface. It was the perfect time to strike back, and you certainly took the opportunity. Leaping up out of the water, you tackled Scorch, using his surprise to your advantage as you dragged him down with you. 

You couldn’t really hear that well underwater, but his joy was obvious. The two of you chased each other through the pool, dragging one another countless times into the now choppy waters and laughing with every breath you took. 

Once again, you two were alone in the galaxy.

It was only when your lips had found each other for the second time did someone else walk out the door, and the two of you broke apart to see Fixer and Sev staring in your direction, one of them looking much happier than the other. 

“Ha, I called it! It’s time to pay up, Oh-Seven,” Fixer laughed, elbowing his brother next to him, who looked genuinely annoyed at the situation.

“You guys couldn’t have waited until the next time we hit 79’s?” Sev grumbled, heading inside to pay his lost bet. 

Fixer just winked at the two of you standing speechless in the pool before following his brother inside, and you were once again alone with Scorch. There was a smile on his face that you were sure not even an explosion could wipe off, and you knew that you must have looked just as wild, soaking wet in the evening’s almost-darkness. “Want to keep making the most of things?” he whispered. 

Your response was to pull him into another kiss, one that was instantly reciprocated. 

Tomorrow you would have to return to the war and the GAR, but tonight, you wanted to make sure that was the furthest thing from your mind.

- the end -

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