#waxerboilmonth

[cobaltbeam]

Back from the dead with some cuties for @waxerboilmonth !!

[marbled-polecat]

A comic of Boil and Waxer 'enjoying' a day at the beach. Waxer may have to run.

For @elismor ! :D

Another piece for @waxerboilmonth 2024! Week for prompt, based on this image.

Also on AO3

[alamogirl80]

“Cold Hands, Warm Heart” for week 2 of @waxerboilmonth

I have not touched my drawing iPad in months.. lol.

[waxerboilmonth]

Waxer*Boil Month 2024 SFW prompt list is live!

Each week of March, 2024 includes four SFW text prompts and two SFW image prompts. All of them are listed under the cut below. Click here for the NSFW🌶️ prompts.

Remember: you may choose to do one prompt for the entire month, one for each week, or multiple prompts per week. You’re welcome to combine the prompts listed for a given week. Any of the prompts can be used as inspiration for any kind of fan work. See the FAQ/Rules for more info.

✨If you like any of the images below, consider reblogging, commenting on, or otherwise giving the artists some love!✨

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WEEK 1: March 3, 2024 - March 9, 2024

• Umbara what-if

• one treating the other’s injuries and comforting them/tending to wounds

• hobbies (knitting, playing an instrument, drawing, collecting things, etc.)

• comfort after a nightmare

• Donato Giancola - Nienor and Glaurung, 2013

• nuriko-kun

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WEEK 2: March 10, 2024 - March 16, 2024

• huddling for warmth/safety

• non-sexual intimacy

• literally cuffed/tied/stuck together

• Coruscant Guard Waxer

• Toa Heftiba

• Nelleke

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WEEK 3: March 17, 2024 - March 23, 2024

• Force-sensitive clones/Jedi Waxer and/or Boil

• touch-starved

• held hostage/captive

• “I missed being with you like this”

• Nicholas Roerich - Star of the Hero

• Donato Giancola - Whispers

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WEEK 4: March 24, 2024 - March 30, 2024

• hurt/comfort

• desperate kisses while in danger

• return to Ryloth/staying on Ryloth/rebellion era Waxer and Boil on Ryloth with teenage Numa

• trans/nonbinary Waxer and/or Boil

• Jenifail

• Photo by Rubin Starset, shared under the CC BY-NC-SA license

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NSFW prompts are here!🌶️

@swfandomevents​

[cacodaemonia]

Little wip snippet of an image for one of my @waxerboilmonth fics:

[bilbosmom-belladonna]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), B1 Battle Droids (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Humor, Hostage Situations, Battle Droids (Star Wars) Summary:

“Should I… search you for weapons?” the droid asked tentatively.

Waxer had a vibroblade in his boot and another on his belt, plus a couple of droid poppers in his backpack. “Good instincts,” he told the droid. “But that rifle over there was my only weapon, so no, it’s fine.”

The droid stared for a moment. “Are you lying to me?” it asked suspiciously.

“Oh no,” Waxer said as sincerely as he could. “Clones can’t lie. They bred it right out of us. No good for a military, you see.”

The droid slumped a little. “That’s a relief,” it said.

 Waxer has a plan. Boil has a headache.

This one’s entirely platonic, if that’s more your style!

🕯️&♨️🤖

This is one of two entries for Week 3 of @waxerboilmonth! This one fills the prompt “taken hostage/captive.” The idea spawned during a discussion in the event Discord server and I very begrudgingly went and wrote this whole fic in about three hours so I could get back to the other things I was writing.

[anstarwar]

Waxer’s home! For @waxerboilmonth , “Waxer lives” and “force sensitive.”

This fits into the Fallen AU where Boil is discovered to be force sensitive, the war shifts gears but doesn’t end, O66 sort of doesn’t happen, but various other shenanigans do.

Bit of a quick blurb to go with this pic:

Waxer huffs out a breath, his muscles relaxing under the weight of his ARC kit with every step closer to the room. Their room. In the Temple. The karking Jedi Temple. Of all the places in the galaxy this was where he and Boil now got to call home.

He was never going to get used to that.

Of course he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the fact that Boil, his best friend, his partner, was force sensitive. Not just force sensitive but a Jedi to boot.

Waxer shook his head, a crooked smiling spreading across his face as he thought about how much had changed so quickly. Sometimes he’d find himself thinking back, trying to figure out where things had changed, what moment had set them down this path.

Umbara is where his mind always landed. He’d almost died but he didn’t. At the time it seemed like a miracle. By all accounts he should’ve died that day and yet here he was now. Alive, fighting because he chooses to continue to fight, living with - and loving - his best friend.

Boil would never give him a direct answer, he didn’t like talking about Umbara, but Waxer suspected he had had something to do with the miracle of him surviving.

He shook away those thoughts as he punched in the door code to their room. It had been a month since he’d seen Boil and his assignment was such that he wasn’t able to comm ahead to give his Jedi (he snorts at that thought) a proper heads up.

Sometimes Waxer was glad when he couldn’t give Boil a heads up, it always made homecomings more interesting.

This time didn’t disappoint.

Padding quietly into their room and leaning against the door frame he smiles.

Boil’s eyes are closed, nose twitching ever so slightly, something it did when he was deep in concentration. Before him floats the various bits and bobs that make up his lightsaber. Waxer has seen Boil do this countless times since joining the Order but it never ceases to amaze him, to watch as the pieces twirl and pivot, an intricate puzzle fitting back together effortlessly and without direct touch.

Waxer sighs, letting go of the last bits of stress he’d carried back with him. He waited til the last piece of the saber slid into place before speaking.

“Hey you,” he says quietly, his heart thudding happily.

Eyes still closed in concentration, a small smile creeps across Boil’s face.

“Hey,” Boil replies softly, voice a little scratchy from disuse. “Welcome home.”

[whiskygoldwings]

Together

Oneshot drabble

For Waxer*Boil month, week 4 prompt: Desperate kisses while in danger @waxerboilmonth

Relationships: Waxer/Boil

Warnings: Cloneshipping, peril.

The clankers have overrun their position. Waxer grits his teeth and fires furiously into the oncoming wave of droids. Their perimeter is broken, and Waxer’s desperately afraid for his vod. Wooley’s snarling beside him, blaster repeating angrily, and Boil’s on his other side, face grim and taut as he ducks behind the outcrop they’ve claimed for themselves, reloading quickly before standing back up again.

General Kenobi’s doing the best he can, weaving back and forth, knocking back bolts and cutting down the encroaching tide. But Waxer can see the loom of tanks in the distance above them, and the intel on numbers wasn’t just bad, it was bordering on full-on treason.

They’ve lost all their walkers, and Waxer’s power pack is flashing warnings at him. He’s got one more, but Cody’s calling for a fallback and he’s not sure he’s going to have the cover to replace it as he runs backwards, Boil laying down suppressing fire.

They’ve come pretty close before, but this feels... Bad.

Wooley’s found another outcrop, and dives behind it as Waxer turns, firing as much as he can to cover Boil’s retreat to them. He can see Cody shouting into his comm, then a hand signal for hold.

This is it then. No more falling back. They’re standing here. One way or another.

Boil slams behind the outcrop and Wooley takes over firing, letting Waxer duck behind it. He takes the opportunity to change over the power pack, knowing there’s not going to be another one. As he slides it home, he glances over, and Boil’s there, helmet off, hands reaching for the seals on his own.

He drops the blaster between his feet, and turns for Boil as his helmet comes off.

Their lips press together, Boil’s chapped and trembling, desperate as he grabs Waxer's neck, pulling them somehow closer. Waxer fumbles at the edges of Boil’s chest plate, digging his fingers into the cloth and flesh he finds behind.

They kiss, and it’s dry and awkward and so fucking desperate and it’s the best kiss of Waxer’s life.

Boil pulls away to press their foreheads roughly together, and Waxer keens, voice high and broken. Wooley’s covering them, and there’s screaming from all around them, and Waxer will always, always be okay if Boil’s there with him.

“Tome, Riduur,” Boil mutters, and presses his lips one last time to Waxers.

“Tome,” Waxer whispers back, and grabs Boil’s helmet, closing him back safely inside as Boil does the same for him.

They tilt their foreheads together as one, then stand, weapons out and roaring in denial as they fire and keep firing.

And then there’s blasterfire from above, and soldiers in blue armour running through behind them. General Skywalker’s snarling as he flies past them, darting infront of an exhausted and grateful Kenobi.

Boil’s hand finds his, and Waxer clutches onto it as they sink behind the outcropping again, slumping against each other, cries of joy and relief around them as the 501st sweeps in to save the tattered Ghost company.

They will be together for another day.

[clonemando]

Waxer*Boil Month Week 1: Hobbies

In order to better prepare the clones for their new lives as civilians, Commander Fox got support from different senators and artists to put on a hobby convention. Waxer and Boil attend to try to figure out what works best for them and make a few new friends along the way.

Written for @waxerboilmonth and posted on AO3 here.

(image is public domain from pixabay)

Boil clenched his hands as he stepped into the auditorium, looking around for the exits and potential escapes first as Waxer dragged him along toward the refreshment table that had been set up against the back wall. He knew he was being difficult, but even if the majority of the room was filled with the familiar chatter of clones, there were enough natborns there to set him on edge. He blinked at Waxer when a cup was shoved into his hands, forcing him to release some of the tension that had been building. 

“You’ll like this caff. Cody told me that Senators Chuchi, Amidala and Organa were really kind to sponsor this event for us and that the caff is Alderaani. There are cookies from Pantora and the little sweets are from Naboo. They all also pitched in for the supplies we’ll be using and got all the people who will be leading the different exhibits to come,” Waxer explained with a little smile that helped ease a little more tension away. 

Boil didn’t like crowds. He trusted Waxer and the other brothers present would do the right thing in case of an emergency, but it felt wrong to not be in proper lines and the lack of order twisted his stomach with stress. Announcements and events on Kamino were never this chaotic. 

He tried to focus on the back of Waxer’s head as his best friend led the way toward some well positioned seats that gave them a good view of the stage as well as easy access to an exit. “What exactly are we doing here again?” he asked and Waxer turned back to grin at him.

“The flier I got from Hound said it was a Hobby Expo. We start off here to get instructions and more detailed information on the exhibit halls and then, once the talking is done, we’ll be able to go walk around different stands where different people will be sharing how to do different activities. I asked Cody about it once I saw Fox was the one who came up with the idea, and he said that Fox likes to do some weird craft where you tie a bunch of knots together and you can make blankets out of it. Plus, a lot of the Guard wanted to learn, and I guess many of the activities can be used to sell things and earn credits? So it could give some brothers who don’t know what they want to do now the war is over some sort of idea for a job,” he said with a shrug and settled down with his own cup of caff. Boil settled beside him to wait for everything to begin. 

Eventually, a voice announced that they were going to start and for anyone still standing to find their seats, and Fox actually walked out onto the stage to give everyone the rundown on the event. He went into more detail, but it was mostly like Waxer had said. The activities and vendors were all situated in different rooms based on what planet they were most popular on, and maps would be available at tables all over to help everyone navigate. 

There were also food stalls throughout, and the Guard would be available if anyone needed help. The point, it seemed, was that many clones would soon be moving to new planets and homes. Fox had thought that it was wise to give them all a source of information on what sort of things were popular to do in those new homes and what to expect once they got there, rather than just having everyone tossed out blind. Many senators (particularly the ones who helped pass the Clones Rights act in the first place) agreed. 

Once the announcements were done, Boil and Waxer tossed their empty caff containers in a bin and got their maps from a helpful Guard shiny who was handing them out by the doors to the hall. 

“We should go to the Ryloth rooms! We can learn what sort of things Numa might like and maybe even make something for her!” Waxer suggested while rocking on his heels, looking like he was ready to sprint his way across the building already. 

Boil put a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place, “We have all day, we should probably start with the Galaxy Favorites hall and work our way around. That one is apparently showing things that many worlds have in common, so it would be the most helpful to learn even if we are planning on eventually going to Ryloth,” he offered and felt a little bad that it stole a little of Waxer’s enthusiasm.

Waxer’s nose scrunched up a little as he thought for a moment before nodding,“You’re right. We can save Ryloth for last so we can spend the most time there before we leave,” he suggested, and Boil nodded, fine with that plan. 

With their course decided, they started making their way through the crowds of brothers who were likewise discussing the best choices for themselves to enter the hall marked Galaxy Favorites. Inside there were stalls set up in rows, many of which had seats and signs explaining what they were showing off, and most had a little shop stall beside them offering materials that could be bought if someone liked the activity. That way, they had what they needed to do the craft at home. Waxer immediately dragged him to a booth that had a fuzzy harnessed creature bouncing around its owner’s legs to try to greet everyone who came close enough. 

“Hello! This is Sparky, she’s a tribble, please don’t mind her, she’s friendly. Do you want to learn how to needle-felt today?” the Pantoran running the booth asked them. Boil’s lips twitched up knowing that Waxer had just wanted to pet the extremely fuzzy creature more than anything else. 

Realizing she was talking to them Waxer looked up from making friends with the living fluff-ball, “Sure… what is needle felting? Is it, like, a medical thing?” he asked. The woman laughed a little while shaking her head but showed them some items she had made with the technique and explained how it worked. Other clones had stopped to join in and listen. Finally, all of them were set up at several rows of tables with little packets that would allow them to try making a simple project. 

Boil liked the repetitive motions of stabbing the needles into the wisps of fluff. He didn’t mind that it was something that seemed to take a good amount of time if you wanted things clean looking and smooth. 

Waxer quickly got frustrated when his needles kept breaking and he clearly felt bad for using the extras provided when not everyone seemed to be having the same trouble as him. 

“I don’t think this activity is right for us, but thank you for letting us try,” Boil told the woman kindly while Waxer cheered up since he got to pet the tribble again. 

She waved off their apology “That’s alright, keep the little kit in case you ever want to try again. Thank you for stopping by!” she said, and they started walking to find what they wanted to try next. 

The tie-dye booth was very popular, so they tried that one and got some new shirts out of it, but Boil didn’t really see that as something they’d use often. He wasn’t surprised that many of the booths that offered different forms of painting were all flooded with interested clones since that was one of the things they did all get to have some sort of experience in. 

They ran into Fox himself at the next booth they went to. Boil ended up enjoying crochet a lot more than he had expected. Enough so that, when Fox pointed out he could make Waxer hats to cover his cold ears and head, Boil did buy some hooks and a few balls of yarn to take with him. 

When they finally got to the Ryloth section, they both were already carrying a few bags. They stopped to try some of the food being offered first and to wave down one of the droids that were available to take their purchases to be delivered to the apartments – where most of the clones were currently being housed – so they didn’t have to keep carrying so much around.

Now empty armed and fed, they started to go through the booths about the planet they wanted to return to with a renewed energy. They started at a booth that was about the different colors and types of clay that could be found on Ryloth and how they were best used to make jewelry or pottery. 

Waxer sat down at the station there determined to make a mug that was shaped like his bucket while Boil decided to use the opportunity to make something a little more practical. He focused on the steps offered to make a few plates they’d be able to eat off once glazed and baked. 

Rika, the Twi’lek in charge of the booth, was happy to help them both and chat about their plans. Boil blushed when she cooed over Waxer’s admission that they wanted to find Numa again. 

Brightening she had them stay put for a moment while she vanished behind her booth “Hold on, I have something for you!” she squeaked before returning with a box containing a turquoise dish set that was carefully set in cloth to keep everything safe from breaking. 

“On Ryloth it’s common to give friends gifts when they move to a new home to help welcome them. Dishes and other items that will help make their first days in the new home easier are the most common. I hope you find your little sister again and find a good home once you move,” she explained and didn’t give them a choice as the set was placed in Waxer’s arms. 

Boil felt as flustered as Waxer looked as they accepted the gift and Rika promised to send their projects to their apartment once they had been fired. 

The rest of the booths were also very helpful, teaching them about some of the livestock and what sort of things could be made from different leathers or some of the plants on Ryloth and which were good for dyes for painting and how others were used to make clothing.

Boil was surprised that so many people were happy to help them and excited to share their culture and home so easily. It left him feeling warm and bright, even if he felt like he had just run back to back campaigns at the same time. 

By the time they made it to the end, their arms were even more loaded with materials and gifts and more than a few com codes from the people running the booths who wanted updates on if they found Numa and offers of help with their Ryl if they needed it.

Waxer was even dragging his feet at this point, “I might sleep for a month after this. I think more was stuffed into my brain than when we went through flash training,” he whined as they finally got out of the building and hailed a taxi to go back to their apartment. 

“It was actually really fun though. You were right about coming here,” Boil offered.

Waxer beamed, “Of course I was. I’m always right,” He laughed and bumped their arms together the same way they’d normally tap vambraces. 

Getting into the cab, Boil felt for the first time fully hopeful for their chances in their new lives. If even half the people of Ryloth were as kind as the people they had met here, things wouldn’t be nearly as difficult as he had imagined, and they would have help if they needed it. They would finally have a home.

[lbibliophile-sw]

Like an Odd Sock

Also on AO3 @waxerboilmonth - week 2: literally cuffed/stuck/tied together

“Hey, Boil.”

He places the crate rather more firmly than necessary, pointedly refusing to look at whichever vod has come to interrupt him this time.

"Yes, I'm alone. Yes, Waxer is fine. No, I don't know exactly where he is. Off doing his job like I'm trying to do mine. We're not actually attached at the hip, y'know, so kri-" He finally turns around. "Commander."

“Well, I was going to ask you to join Waxer on a perimeter check. Do I need to assign someone else?”

“Not necessary. Sir.” Boil flushes. “I’ve just finished here, so I’ll go… yeah. Sir.”

[petrifiedforests]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Umbara Arc (Star Wars: Clone Wars), Fix-It, Happy Ending, Presumed Dead, Not Really Character Death, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Panic Attacks, Alternate Universe - Battle Buddies, can be read as platonic or romantic, Waxerboilmonth, Week 1 Series: Part 7 of The grumpy one loves the sunshine one Summary:

Boil forces himself to keep breathing in the holding pattern. His gloves creak when his hold on to the straps thightens as the transport starts the landing approach onto Umbara. This one had been bad. The reports that came in were obviously heavily redacted but it read devastating between the lines. High casualties, all hands on deck, command of the 501st to General Kenobi.

Stuck on the Resolute during the Umbara campaign, Boil searches for Waxer when he’s assigned clean up duty on the ground.

An Umbara-Fix-it

[cobaltbeam]

For @waxerboilmonth week five, prompt GHOST! They're telling Numa a super scary and definitely real ghost story!! :)c

Remember that on Patreon you can find wips, polls, and extra content!

[marbled-polecat]

Waxer enjoying some time lounging in the sand. Boil is… 'hunting' for his partner.

*jaws music*

For Week 4 of @waxerboilmonth 2024, based on this image

Also on AO3

[alamogirl80]

Forehead kisses for week 4 of @waxerboilmonth !

[waxerboilmonth]

So far, folks have linked to four works on Tumblr and contributed nine works on AO3, so be sure to check the AO3 collection! 🧡

[cacodaemonia]

Another little preview for @waxerboilmonth - same image I posted a snippet from a few days ago, but I decided to flip it. Anyway, it was fun to carve out the shadows on figures with flexed muscles since you get all those fun shapes that don't show up with relaxed muscles/less definition.

This'll go up in the AO3 collection during week 4.