Clone x OC Week 2026

A fandom event celebrating Star Wars Clone Trooper x OC ships. Event status: WIP behind the scenes, see you soon!

[clonexocweek]

Clone x OC Week 2026 has officially come to an end. We'd like to express our gratitude to all the creators and enjoyers who participated in this event. Without you, this event wouldn't be half as successful as it is. From the bottom of our heart, thank you so much!! ✨

[imperialsprig]

Day 7: A Happy Memory

"...Echo, it's your turn." "...Can't Gregor do it?" "...Gregor did my turn."

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Tag List ♤: @zee-the-twi

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Day 6: Cats Was going to draw them as their animals partners but I just wanted to doodle cats after a long day so... Echo is a somali and Arani is a bengal ~ ฅ^>⩊<^ฅ

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[ladylucksrogue]

Day 6 Alternate Universe

Title: End of the Line

Prompt: Alternate Universe - Wild West AU

Rating E - Chapter 3 is the smut chapter, the rest is T

Words: 25k

Read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83987326/chapters/221426451

1885 - New Mexico - Word reaches the Wolfpack of a train carrying wealthy investors, the kind of target that’s too good to ignore. It should have been easy but everything goes sideways when Wolffe takes a hostage.

Liri Arkay was raised in privilege far away in London and now she's on her way to a life she's never wanted. When the train is robbed and she's taken hostage, Liri strikes a deal, refusing to play the expected role in all of this.

By the time the dust settles, neither of them are sure what the outcome will be.

[hunters-big-fat-dih]

Long Day (Commander Fox x OC)

Summary: Commander Fox finally gets some hours off. Hp also happened to finish her shift after filing countless reports for him. Both end up in the locker room shower. 

Prompts: Armor off/Secret Glances/First Glimpse

OC: Headphones (Hp)

Note: When recovering from injuries, like broken bones or sprains, the higher-ups send Headphones to Coruscant to help Fox with reports. She’s complained about being left in med bays to recover, so they allowed her to take on the small tasks so she can feel useful.

Clone: Commander Fox

Warnings: Implied Nudity/ Sensuality.

Minors DNI!! 18+ ONLY

Tags: @zee-the-twi @scallywagsami @eobe @leenathegreengirl @bittybug-sunflower-blog @endors-editz

Fox could practically feel his stress clinging to him like another skin. By the time dusk had turned to night, he was all too ready to call it a day. Once he found someone to cover for him for a few hours while he rested up, he made a beeline for the showers, which were located in the locker room near his office. Thankfully, it was a slow night, so the locker room was empty, leaving only him and his thoughts. 

Or so he assumed.

…

“Finally!!” I groaned and I flopped back into my office chair. After six cups of caf, one heavy all nighter, and missing two meal breaks, I finally finished and sent off the last report on my desk, at least for the time being. I leaned back in my chair, kicking up my feet on the desk, taking a breather. “Wow, you look exhausted.” I cracked one eye open as a familiar, snow white figure sat on my desk, her voice twinged with amusement. I nodded and fully opened my eyes as I took another deep breath. “Blame Fox. Barely my first week back here and he already had a mountain of stuff for me to sort through. Luckily I finished.” The lady Twilek who sat on my desk regarded me with her unique eyes, one black as night and the other a pearlescent white, both glinting beautifully in the office lights. “Well it’s better than not doing anything.” she said, adjusting the strap that rested under her breasts. “How’s it going down at the hangar? Anyone giving you a hassle?” I asked her, after a minute. She let out a disgusted “Eugh” sound as she reached for my half finished cup of caf, which was still warm. She raised the mug to her black painted lips, took a sip, and then set it back down on my desk. “Not really. The ankle monitor is a bitch, though.” she raised her leg and planted her foot onto the desk, knocking over the mug she had sipped from earlier. She tugged on the black band that was securely wrapped around her booted ankle. “Hate this damn thing! Can’t even step onto a ship without it going off.” I reached over and slipped a finger under the band. Lifting it, I felt around for a familiar bump that was hidden beneath the fabric. Once I found it, I pressed down on it with my thumb for a few minutes before it made a clicking sound and fell off. Nah, the Twi’lek, looked down at what I just did with wide eyes. “You’re in soooo much trouble.” she said, sounding astonished. I shrugged. “Not really. There’s enough security in this place and I have clearance to deal with your monitor.” More shocked staring from the twi’lek. “What?” “How’d you talk Fox into letting you have clearance?” I gave her a devious smirk. “Who said I talked?” Nah burst into laughter, registering what I was insinuating. I chuckled too, knowing damn well that never happened. She knew too, but the suggestion itself was enough to cause some sense of amusement. Once we calmed down and caught our breath, she patted the top of my head. “You’re a curious little woman, that’s for sure.” she told me, smirking. “But seriously, how did you get clearance?” “Tech.” Nah blinked. “Tech??” “Tech.” “How???” “I gave him the model number and the unique code that’s labeled underneath the band.” I picked up the ankle band and showed her the underside. In the light, you could barely make out a string of tiny numbers etched into the fabric. “With those numbers, Tech was able to open your file, adjust a few minor details, and pass clearance from Fixer to me.”

Nah whistled. “Damn, hope you don’t get caught.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t worry. The only one who’ll actually care is Fixer…if he finds out.” “And that’s a huge “if”” Nah added. She hopped off my desk, tossing her lekku over her shoulder. She stood in front of me, leaned down, and placed a small kiss on top of my head. She cupped my face in her hands, slightly squeezing my cheeks. “When’s the last time you slept?” she asked, looking directly into my eyes. “Uhm..” She turned my head this way and that, as if searching for something. “You’re radiating exhaustion, babe. Get the hell out of here and seriously get some rest.” I sighed. “Ey, look at me.” she lifted my head so I was looking at her again. “It’s just another week of this before we’re both back with our squads.” I huffed a laugh. “Sev’s definitely missing you right now for sure. Probably giving Scorch more reason to tease him.” Nah snorted. “Can’t wait for Fixer to share the comm recordings.” she said, rolling her bi colored eyes. “Seriously though, rest!” she said, poking the tip of my nose with her finger. “Or I’ll tell Hunter you’ve been missing meals.” I gasped. “You wouldn’t!” “Would! You left me alone at the mess hall twice today! That’s not gonna fly, babe.” Nah grabbed my shoulders and gave me a playful shake. “If I don’t see you in the morning for breakfast, I’m comming Hunter.” I pouted, knowing she was serious. “That’s cruel.” “No, leaving me without my favorite source of entertainment and company is CRUEL.” Nah said. After a minute, she gave me another kiss. “See you in the barracks in a few?” she asked. I nodded. “Yeah. Lemme just get cleaned up. I’ll meet you there.” She smiled and patted my head. “Good girl.” …

Once Nah left, I cleaned up my desk, wiping up the caf puddle that had flooded the black surface. It didn’t take long and after that was dealt with, I wandered out of my office and made my way towards the locker room for a shower. It was a slow night, so I didn’t really expect any of the guys to be in there. They were either on shift or already passed out in the barracks. It was late and I was pretty sure I would get the showers to myself. I couldn’t have been more wrong. As soon as I stepped into the locker room, I could hear the sound of running water and someone moving around, humming to himself. It was definitely a reg, so nothing unfamiliar. Having grown up on Kamino and having the occasional run ins with regs in the showers, something like this wasn’t out of the ordinary.

I found my locker and retrieved my comfy clothes for the evening, a pair of soft black pants and a long sleeved black shirt. Simple but comfy and within regulations. I placed my folded clothes on the bench that was situated in front of the row of lockers, and started undoing my armor. Piece by piece I took off my customized armor, which was painted black and red to resemble the color scheme of Clone Force 99. I sighed, tracing a finger over the skull that was painted on my breastplate. I would’ve been with them had I not sustained an injury during my last mission with Delta. Not wanting to waste my time recovering in a med bay somewhere, I was graciously sent to Coruscant to help out Commander Fox with tedious tasks he didn’t really have time for. It was working out, especially when they sent Nah so I could keep an eye on her while Delta was away on another mission. Nah and I had grown close and I guess Boss trusted me enough to make sure she stayed out of trouble. In all honesty, she was the one making sure I didn’t do anything stupid. I sighed again. If only she was allowed to go out. ‘She’d love 79s.’ I thought. ‘Maybe we can sneak out later…’ I pondered, already scheming a plan.

 I neatly put my armor in the locker, grabbed my soap and things for the shower, and headed to where the showers were located. There weren’t any stalls, but rather a row of shower heads, spaced out a couple feet from each other. There was no privacy, which I guess wasn’t a concept among men. I had been in worse situations, so this wasn’t so bad. As I passed another row of lockers, the last row before the showers, I noticed a pile of armor sitting on the bench, the helmet resting on top of it all. It took me a few minutes to recognize whose helmet that was. The red paint job was the dead giveaway. My eyes widened and as I peeped over at the showers, sure enough, there he was. Commander Fox. He never, and I mean never, removed his helmet. Some of the others joked that his helmet and armor were a permanent part of his body, since no one had seen him without it. But there he was, rinsing out his salt and pepper hued hair under the showerhead, water trickling down his rich dark skin. I tried not to stare, but with his back turned to me, I could see how well defined his muscles were, from his shoulders, to his back, to his thighs and to his sculpted calves. He was…beautiful. To those who say “all clones are made exactly the same” don’t know clones. Once off Kamino, each clone has their own way of staying in shape. From building more muscle mass, like the Commandos, to retaining their lean, nimble figures, like Crosshair, each clone has their own way of staying fit. And it shows. I guess not many can appreciate that fact, since many clones are always seen with their armor on or their uniforms, but once you see them in their nude glory, you can definitely see the differences. 

And see them I did. Fox had a few scars on his back and shoulders, and some on his legs. Part of me wondered how he got those. My eyes trailed upwards from his legs to his backside…

I must’ve been leaning forward as I stared because I suddenly lost my balance and fell, alerting the man to my presence. Startled, Fox whirled around, fists raised. But when he saw it was me, he lowered his fists and his expression softened into awkward concern. He walked over to me and offered me his hand. I took it and he hoisted me to my feet. “What the hell happened?” he asked. His voice sounded so unfamiliar without his helmet on. Well, kind of unfamiliar, he still retained his gruff tone, which somehow sounded deeper without the voice box on his helmet. 

When he helped me up, I got a good look at his face for the first time. He appeared like most regs, save for the whitening hair. His dark brown eyes looked tired, which was also evident by the circles under his eyes (which vaguely reminded me of Hunter). Stubble dusted his cheeks and chin, but he looked very well groomed. “So I guess the helmet does actually come off.” I said, breaking the silence. Fox snorted. “Yeah, no shit.” After a minute he crossed his arms across his chest, his hair covered pecs squishing together. He cocked an eyebrow and gave me his best stern look. “Shouldn’t you be working?” I gave him my best frog blink, hopefully conveying an exaggerated display of my own exhaustion. “Say what?” He rolled his eyes. “What’re you doing here?” “I like shirking by watching clones shower.” I responded sarcastically. “Clearly I’m here for the same reason you are! Tuh get clean!” I gestured to the showers. He looked me over, his eyes lingering on certain areas a little more than the rest. Feeling a smidge uncomfy (and cold), I hugged my towel and clothes closer to me. I guess he realized what he was doing, because he blinked a few times and looked back at me. He heaved a weary sigh. “Fair enough.” I set my clothes and towel down next to his armor and hurried to the nearest shower next to Fox. I quickly turned on the water and set it to a tolerable warm temp. Once the water heated up, I sighed as my body started to relax. I thought Fox had left after attempting to scold me, but alas, he was still around. I saw him to my left in my peripheral, standing under his own water. Except he was facing me, and I could see the smallest hint of a smirk. I could feel his eyes on me, and I didn’t dare look downward, mainly for the sake of my sanity. “Headphones,” “Hm?” I turned to face him finally when he called me by my name.

Headphones was the name the regs gave me because of the headset I always wore to filter out excessive noise during a battle (I was engineered with heightened senses, and my hearing was one of the senses that was tampered with. My headset was a Forcesend when Tech modified them for me). During the amount of time I was working for Fox, he always called me “miss” or “Hp”. This was the first time he’s ever said my full name. He walked over to where I was standing and reached for the shampoo bottle I had set on the little shelf next to the shower temperature setting controls. “What’re you doing?” I asked as he popped open the cap and poured some of the soap onto the palm of his hand. After putting the bottle back, he rubbed his hands together, lathering up the soap in his hands. “Stay put,” he ordered gruffly. Confused but curious to see what he was planning to do, I did as he told me. I didn’t move as he stood behind me, my back pressed against his torso. I froze at the closeness, and the intimacy of this situation. Both of us, alone, completely nude as we stood under the warmth of the water that rained on us. I tilted my head back, looking up at the clone man, who looked down at me with a look of something akin to affection. “What?” he said, his hands on either side of my head, dripping with sweet smelling soap. I blinked. “I should be asking you that.” He rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna let me do this, or not?” I nodded and lowered my head. “What exactly are you gonna do?”

The words had barely left my lips when he buried his fingers in my short hair. “What the-oooooh….kriff….” My surprise melted into bliss as he started to massage my scalp, combing his hands through my hair. “I noticed your hair was looking a little lifeless. Thanks to Thorne, I have a few tricks that will add a bit of life back into your, what did you call it last time? Fluff?” In all honesty, I wasn’t listening to anything he was saying, lost in the relief his hands were causing. I felt like a pampered tooka, I’d be purring if I was able to. I didn’t want him to stop. ‘I wonder what else those fingers can do…’ A shiver slid it’s way down my spine at the thought. Suddenly, he removed his hands from my scalp and rested them on my shoulders. A low hum rumbled in his chest, as if he was also contemplating doing something more. His slicked up hands rubbed my shoulders for a moment, and I could feel all the stress I was hanging onto melt away. I rested my head back against his chest as his hands continued to wander my body. However, the moment didn’t last long. The sound of a comm pinging interrupted us. Fox heaved an irritated sigh before letting me go and making his way towards where he had piled his armor. 

He located his comm link and answered it, a frustrated bite to his tone. “What.” “Commander, there’s an issue going on at the prison.” the voice, one belonging to a reg, said. Fox pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll right there.” he said as he clicked the device off. As he took the call, I wrapped up my shower and made my way over to where he was, since my own clothes and towel were next to his armor. I snatched my towel and started drying myself off as Fox dressed himself. It didn’t take long for him to be back into his armor, but he was struggling with his kama. I could see him getting frustrated with the fastening mechanism that was in the front of his belt. “Here, let me try.” 

I took the stubborn fastenings and fiddled a bit with the ends before connecting them again. This time, they clicked in place around his waist without an issue. “Thanks.” he grumped, grabbing his helmet. “I-uhm…better get goin’.” he said before putting on his helmet, once again concealing his face. “Another time, perhaps?” I shrugged. “Sure, if I got time.” I joked. He huffed a laugh before walking out of the locker room, leaving me alone in the place. Once the door shut behind him, I finished dressing and hurried out, knowing damn well Nah was probably wondering where I was. -End-

[wickanderhalovar]

Day 7 of @clonexocweek Theme: Free Space / A good memory Info about my OC Essani here (also briefly featuring another OC/clone couple, Kez and Tup in their first mention together) Fic snippet length: 1450 words

(all of my things are a little late, i didn't realize this was happening but wanted to share! all of these will be snippets of full chapters i'm working on for a full fic.)

this one is a snippet of fives and essani's "first date" which does not involve blaster fire.

featuring this small, resized commissioned art by @cobaltbeam from 5 years ago that isn't a 1x1 to this scene but fits pretty much all of the vibes. 🥰

Essani had never been 79s—for while she was friendly and worked often with many clones, she had never had a reason to intrude. But since she was invited…she half-worried she would stand out, but it was less of a true worry and more of an observation.

She took a cab, not wanting to ruin her outfit with the ride on her speeder. The place was loud and busy lit up like a casino and overfilling with clones. As she stepped off onto the platform, she spotted troopers, commanders, officers, and just in a single sweep, a handful of non-clones, obviously there for various forms of entertainment and companionship.

Needless to say, one blue-skinned Pantorian did not stand out.

Slipping through the front doors, she scanned the space, as per habit. The main floor had a bar, arcade consoles and tables. The second floor seemed to also have tables and another bar. And if her intel was correct, the remaining two floors were private rooms—it wasn’t like the clones had personal dwellings to return back to.

There were at least a dozen Twi’lek, humans and near-humans buzzing around the place, drinking and laughing with the clones. She knew some were probably paid to be here, but couldn’t help but feel that some were there because they actually considered clones to be war heroes. Good. Essani did too.

She recognized a number of clones in the space too—it seemed there were a number from 501st: Jesse and Kix at a table playing dejarik, Tup at a standing table flirting with a bare chested yellow skinned Twi’lek who must have been from Coruscant because he did not carry on the Rhyloth trend of filing his teeth; she even recognized Thorn, who had been on her very first run with Skywalker where she’d first met Echo and Fives. She knew he worked on Coruscant now and had seen him sometimes.

And of course, sitting together, drinking and chatting, were the inseparable duo themselves: Fives and Echo. Their auras were clear and light, probably the lightest she’d ever seen which filled her own heart with a kind of light pull that drew to toward their table.

Her heart a trilling bird, she picked her way through the crowd, catching Echo’s eye and tapping her lips with a finger to signal him not to spook Fives. She gave him a wink and his eyes flicked back to his brother, continuing the conversation they were having.

She stopped behind Fives, who was stripped down to the waist of armor, despite the fact that she knew he wanted to do nothing more than show off his ARC status. She, however, could appreciate not having the bulk to work around, as used to it as she was.

"Hello, trooper," Essani said, leaning in over this shoulder slightly.

Fives glanced up then down, then up again, getting to his feet. "Essani," he said, like he hadn't expected her to show. He blinked, glancing at her form and— "No lightsaber tonight?"

"Oh," she rested her hands on her hips, the thin golden chain running from her index fingers to her bracelets shining in the light as she slid her palms down her upper thighs, "would have ruined my outfit, don't you think?"

Fives looked. Obviously. Her body clad in a form fitting suit, high neck to a skirt barely long enough to cover anything. As she spun in turn, he saw the expanse of her back exposed to the night, and over it all, a gauzy mesh of a dress, sparkling golden in the light, hanging in asymmetrical form over her knees. Her hair was piled on top of her head, held in place by golden pins. Fives's throat ran dry and suit ran tight at the first thought that popped into his head was how badly he wanted to loose her hair and dig his hands through…

"Wow," was all he said instead. All the rizz of a man who spent his life in a cage and the battlefield.

She laughed though, not unkindly, eyes sparkling—she did not wear her glasses tonight—and stepped closer, tilting her head upwards. "Y'know, a certain clone invited me here tonight."

"Oh yeah? Where is he, I'd like to thank him."

Essani's grin spread and she reached out to take his hand. "Hey," she said, quieter. Gosh, when did she ever feel this shy before? It was very unlike her.

"Hi," Fives said, trying his damndest not to marvel at the fact that they were holding hands. That was more than friendly conversation, a reunion hug…right?

Her lips parted to speak when--

"A drink?" A short, round butler droid stood there, tray in hand.

Essani turned her attention to it like it were a person, leaning down, hands on her thighs. "Oh, I don't know. What do you have?"

As the droid rattled off the menu, Fives and Echo had a mute conversation filled with widened eyes, waving hands and a thumbs up from Echo.

Essani selected a drink and the butler totted off to make it for her. She stood, twisting her torso. "Hi, Echo."

"Essani." He tilted his head, leaning back in his seat. He took a sip as the two of them stood there, joined at the hands but now seeming to either have no idea how to continue, or were waiting for him to leave. "Think I'll join Kix and Jesse." Almost before the words were out of his mouth, he was out of the seat and walking away.

Essani laughed lightly, covering her mouth with her free hand. Fives adjusted his grip and have her hand a light squeeze. She dropped her hand and turned her attention back to him. "So," she said.

"So," he echoed. "You uh actually came."

"You asked me to."

"Yeah, but--" He shrugged.

"I wanted to," she insisted, stepping closer. "Fives, I--"

"Your drink!" The butler droid was back.

Essani closed her eyes and breathed deeply before turning to the droid. "Thank you." She took the drink and straightened up.

"Droids…"

"I like it better than the ones usually shooting at us," she said over the rim of her glass.

"What do you mean? That keeps things exciting," Fives chuckled.

"Sure but when we're out in the field, I can't ask you to dance, can I?"

Fives swallowed. "You could try."

She tugged him away from the tables toward a small cleared space. They didn't so much dance as stand as close as humanly possible and shift their weight from foot to to foot as Essani nursed her drink and Fives regaled her with the latest trainings he was going through. He didn't know if he was even funny, but she laughed easily and he liked that about her. He liked a lot of things about her.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked, shoulder pressed against the wall. They stood in the shadow of the overhead balcony, his arms crossed, her back to the wall, her drink taken away by the butler droid some point ago that neither of them could remember. Her hands were pressed against the wall behind her back.

“Oh…yes,” she smiled. Essani was not well versed in hiding her emotions, it was exhausting enough trying to drown out everyone else’s.

“G-good,” he nodded, rubbing his neck with his hand. “I wasn’t sure if this would help or…”

Essani tapped her fingertips against the wall behind her, trying to release nervous energy. It was a good nervous energy—excitement. But it was still…new. Good, but new. “Seeing you has made me very happy,” she said simply, looking up at him through her lashes.

Her heart felt like it was going to crack her ribs from hammering so much. She wasn’t used to not having control over her body, but it wasn’t the worst feeling…Her eyes skittered over Fives’s shifting aura. There was not a one-to-one case of what colors meant what emotions—she just sort of…felt them and was able to read them innately.

“Yeah?” A half-smile on his face, not so sure he’d ever expect to hear something like that. “I’m uh…happy to see you too.” He hesitated, but reached a hand out toward her.

“I know,” Essani said with a smile, smaller but knowing, pushing herself away from the wall, leaning toward his hand. Her skin was soft and warm under his rough palm. She felt more than flushed, and she…wanted. Which was strange, she’d never wanted before. Her own palm made its way to over his own fluttering heart.

“Right, you can probably…see a big neon sign over my head, huh?”

“Something like that.”

[greatcrestednewt]

Day 5 and 7 of @clonexocweek

Prompts - Happy endings, growing old, good memories, tattoos, domestic

Pairing - Crosshair x Ira

A sappy little fic of them having some downtime post-Tantiss to reflect and get re-acquainted with each other as Ira replaces a tattoo Crosshair lost with his severed hand which he carves onto his new prosthetic. It reminds them both of when they got their tattoos on a very drunken night during the war and as they reminisce, it helps brings them closer together.

The pair sat next to each other in the partial shade of an old, wizened olive tree, their knees touching and legs tangled despite the sleek, driftwood bench they were sat on having plenty of the room for the two to sprawl out.

Yet the closeness was welcome, as Ira cradled Crosshair's prosthetic hand in his own ,living, palm as he etched a carving of a wrapping vine around his trigger finger; a reminder of the tattoo he'd lost with the severing of his right hand.

The faint chill of the dark metal was cool against the heat of his skin, warmed by the late afternoon sun, and though Ira knew Crosshair would be unable to feel it, he couldn't help the unconscious way his fingers grazed the metallic ridges of Crosshair's knuckles whilst he worked, the movement so achingly familiar that even the years they'd spent apart hadn't dulled the instinct. Even so, Crosshair leaned into the phantom touch, subconsciously inching further towards Ira, as he watched with a quiet admiration the delicate way his calloused hands that had seen so much war traced the familiar pattern onto the metal with an almost angelic grace.

There was a calm concentration settled onto Ira's features, his alien blue eyes held a controlled focus, yet Crosshair could tell he was relaxed from the loose set of his jaw and the drooping of his shoulders. It was a rare sight these days to see him free from the stress that usually tied his features in knots, and Crosshair couldn't help but take a moment to admire him.

In the weeks since Tantiss, despite the initial relief, everyone had been on edge just waiting for The Empire to sweep their victory from under their feet, and the panic had, understandably, not yet fully subsided. It still remained for some, always hanging like a dark cloud.

Yet nothing had happened.

They were safe.

It seemed this new reality was just starting to set in for the rest of the batch, and he could see it now reflected in Ira, quietly working away with a sense of serenity finally beginning to settle on his rounded features, softening the permanently etched lines of worry from his face.

Crosshair found he was yet to find this peace for himself, but seeing it shining anew in the deep blue depths of Ira's gaze, he felt like they were nineteen again, young and dumb and pretending they didn't have a care in the world. Which was exactly what had prompted him to get the tattoo Ira was replicating in the first place.

It was a homage to his lover, the tattoo wrapping around his trigger finger was a much smaller replica of the vine wrapping Ira's right arm. Ira had one too- a small crosshair inked onto the fingerprint of his trigger finger, spontaneously gotten on a drunken night at the height of their love. They were small, but meaningful and his new prosthetic had felt bare without it, so he had quietly asked Ira to do the honours.

Yet despite his initial embarrassment, he now couldn't help the faint laugh escaping him as his lips upturned in a nostalgic smile, eyes floating back down to Ira's roughened hands as he worked, following the scrape of the tool as Ira etched the familiar pattern back to life.

"Remember when we got these" Crosshair asked, his voice soft and wistful.

He watched as Ira's face lit up with a grin, his eyes still fixed on his prosthetic hand nestled into the cradle of his palms.

"Do you? You were drunk" he laughed softly, slowing his work and letting his fingers rest atop his knuckles, holding the hand in an embrace.

"I wasn't that drunk..." Crosshair retorted, though there was no heat to his voice, if only a faint whisper of embarrassment. Ira just scoffed, disbelieving.

"We got them at that sketchy shop on Pantora" he replied matter-of-factly, as if to show he could in-fact remember.

"And may I remind you" he added, his voice hardening "You couldn't sit upright when you were getting yours done cause you were that far-gone" he quipped, making Ira gasp dramatically in protest.

But before he could get a word out to defend himself, Crosshair continued, cutting him off with a start, "I had to lean against you so you didn't fall face-first off the chair" he teased "Or did you forget?" Crosshair finished, mocking, leaning back in victory.

Ira scoffed, his face faintly flushed as he halted his work to lock eyes with Crosshair, watching him defiantly, though there was an obvious playfulness shimmering in his eyes.

"I seem to remember you were in a similar state" Ira jabbed, his competitive spirit slowly re-kindling as they began to slip back into their familiar rhythm of banter. Crosshair simply rolled his eyes dismissively, his face sour, though he didn't deny Ira's claim.

There was something so achingly familiar in the way they teased each other and he hadn't realised how much he'd missed bantering with Ira like this until now.

During the war, they had been locked in a constant back and forth of quips and snark, yet they both knew they didn't mean any harm. It was just how they used to be. This all changed with their split and it had stung.

Even with Crosshair returning to the batch, it had taken time and copious amount of effort to heal the broken bonds between them, but they had healed.

Eventually.

In the end it had paid of. As the two had made peace with each other, Crosshair had noticed their old ways were beginning to creep back into their interactions; a slight brush of fingers, a harmless tease, their gazes finding each other from across a room.

It felt like coming home.

"But it was definitely sketchy" Ira conceded with a laugh to change the subject seeing Crosshair had backed down, though it surprised him how easily he had conceded. He was never one to surrender, even for something as harmless as a dig, so it was a shock to see his usually defiant partner taking the hit. Though, he guessed, everyone had changed these past few years, Crosshair most of all. Besides, he didn't mind the thought of getting to know the man he cared for all over again, as a new chapter of their lives opened up like a blossoming flower before them like the little white flowers that sprouted from the branches of the canopy above.

"Not exactly our brightest idea. The choice of shop I mean" Crosshair huffed and Ira agreed with a soft laugh "Couldn't shoot properly for days it hurt that much" he admitted with a nervous bark of a laugh.

"I know" Ira mused "You were whining about it constantly…" he teased, nudging him with his foot as he laughed, and he saw Crosshair's face sour, his brow knitting as a frown sprung to his lips, his usual combative nature re-surfacing amidst the tenderness.

"I don't whine-" he quipped defiantly and Ira had to purse his lips to stop his laugh from escaping at the memory and the borderline furious scowl Crosshair was sporting.

In the distance, the waves crashed, carrying with it the faint tinge of salt on the breeze, fragranced with the island's flora as it tousled Ira's long mousy hair, the afternoon sun painting his locks golden and emphasising his dimpled cheeks, raised in a contented smile.

Despite the faked irritation he was trying to uphold for the sake of the bit, Crosshair couldn't help the glow of admiration melting onto his features, washing away the scowl almost instantly and Ira watched as his features softened as a thoughtfulness seeped into his honey brown eyes.

Their eyes met, and they exchanged a questioning look, Ira prompting him to speak his mind. After a moment, he began;

"I… never regretted it, though. The tattoo." Crosshair spoke with a surprising softness, the previous spark of defiance vanishing like mist in the sun as he broke eye contact, embarrassed, to gaze past him into the distant crashing of waves.

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be able to feel the way Ira cradled his new hand, holding it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. At first, the feeling startled him. The familiar pang of wanting was something he was still adjusting to. But after a moment of thought, he decided to let it pass through him.

"It reminded me of you, when we were apart" he confessed in a small voice, fuelled with the fire of longing that buzzed in his veins, his gaze faraway as he spoke lost in his own emotions. Ira listened intently, sensing the mood had shifted and dropping the teasing to match the sudden tenderness. He now brought Crosshair's other hand to join the one he held, responding to Crosshair's softness in his own way.

Crosshair tried to squander the sigh that threatened to escape him as he felt Ira's fingers wrap warm and loving around his remaining hand, yet as he felt Ira's thumb begin to trace the length of his finger, he couldn't help but release the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He wondered sometimes if Ira could read his mind, and this was only adding to his conspiracy.

"When I was… In there" Crosshair began hesitantly, swallowing tentatively before he continued as he felt his remaining hand begin to shake in Ira's grip.

"And I found out you were alive" he paused at the memory to knit his fingers, both flesh and metal, together to steady the tremor he had been unable to shake even with the loss of his hand.

He breathed purposefully, planning his next words carefully before he spoke them aloud. It somehow made his experience more real, but he knew he had to say it. There was no running from what happened, because it had happened, and as much as Crosshair hated to admit, the experience stuck with him, no matter how hard he tried to move on, and Ira needed to know.

"I was relieved" he stated matter-of-factly when he felt like he could speak.

"But…" he paused with a hesitant exhale. He felt Ira running his thumb encouragingly over the wrist of his stump, the touch grounding against his skin and helping to quell the still-present shaking. He inhaled shakily before continuing.

"I felt… I couldn't face you" he admitted, as he tried to control the shake from his voice.

"Thought I didn't deserve to"

This time, he couldn't stop the quiver and the words came out clunky and raw, hanging thick in the warm afternoon air and clouding the small gap between the two.

Ira didn't speak for a moment, the pair falling into a contemplative silence, the only sound the faint rustling of the trees and distant chitter of moon-yos filling the quiet. The heat of the afternoon sun suddenly felt sweltering, and Crosshair felt like he couldn't meet Ira's gaze as he tried desperately to steady his breathing along with his still shaking hand, heart pounding in his chest as he dreaded Ira's response. Yet his mind was begging for Ira to say something, anything to fill the gaping quiet.

"We've… Got a lot to make up for" Ira breathed after a moment to think, his voice softened and carrying a faint sadness as his eyes dropped to their intertwined hands, light dancing through the leaves of the branches of the olive tree and catching the metal of Crosshair's hand in glints, bathing the half-finished carving in light.

He heard Crosshair hum in resigned agreement, and began stroking the crest of his knuckles in response, studying the familiar shape of his slender hand, mapping it out with his finger as he re-acquainted himself with the man he couldn't help but love.

"But we have the time" He reassured, bringing his eyes back up to Crosshair's level as he continued to stare off into the distance, a harsh regret shining in the honey brown glow of his eyes, reflecting the midday sun. After a moment, Crosshair shifted his gaze and their eyes found each others' once again, and the melancholy seemed to ebb and dissolve.

Despite the constant back and forth of endless chaos these past few years, they had made it out.

They were alive, and now they had a chance to live.

To really live.

It would take time to learn how to, but they had plenty.

And Crosshair couldn't think of another person he'd rather spend his life with, than the one who sat across from him now, with his hands enclosing his own, their legs entwined and knees kissing.

"I'm glad" he breathed, choked with sincerity and undisguised fondness. He was never any good with words, yet he found his response came easy, as if it were the only thing he could say. Because he meant it.

It felt as simple as breathing because to Crosshair, loving Ira was just a part of who he was. No matter what had come between them, Ira had never left his mind.

He felt it now, stronger than ever and practically burning him from the inside out.

They had shaped each other in ways they were still to this day discovering and he would be forever grateful for that; he knew, as he slotted his fingers between Ira's own, reciprocating the touch.

He felt Ira shift his hand, until they were holding each other in a more comfortable embrace, Crosshair ghosting his finger over Ira's crosshair tattoo with undisguised fondness as he drew circles into his hand as they relished the cool breeze, blowing away the hurt from the past few years.

"Me too" Ira agreed, his voice light and airy with an infectious sense of relief that seeped it's way into Crosshair's bones through their knotted fingers.

They both knew it would take time to heal. Yet Crosshair found he couldn't deny the cold rush of peace he finally felt washing over him with the breeze whistling through the leaves of the olive tree.

They had time.

And he wasn't going to waste it.

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Day 5 & 6 of @clonexocweek Theme: Happy ending / Five years later / Alternate Universe (No Order 66) Info about my OC Essani here Fic snippet length: 461 words

(all of my things are a little late, i didn't realize this was happening but wanted to share! all of these will be snippets of full chapters i'm working on for a full fic.)

this is part of my 'fives saves the galaxy' au in which order 66 doesn't happen and this one gives me many, many feelings.

In the years right after it all, Fives would have nightmares and Essani would get up and comfort him. She still woke each time, and sometimes he did ask for comfort, but sometimes he went out for a run or did what he did tonight, which was meticulously disassemble and clean his weapons.

When Essani woke up naturally, a few hours later, Fives was finishing up gun number three. She kept her eyes slitted, watching him through her lashes. In the five years since their flight from Coruscant, Fives had aged a decade. There were a few shots of gray in his hair and, thanks to actual food and a little less time on the battlefield, his form had filled out his wide shoulders and barrel chest, all muscle with body fat to keep him going and to make him the best cuddling partner ever.

Essani moved a little, signaling she was awake and reached a hand out toward him over the covers. She said nothing, but smiled warmly.

Fives placed the weapon down and looked over at her. “What’re you smiling about?” He asked, his own small smile on his face. Her hair was mussed, her skin always a little paler in the morning, making her tattoos really stand out.

Essani wanted to say I love watching you work or Come back to bed or simply I love you, but instead what came out was, “Do you want to get married?”

Fives’s eyebrows rose and Essani scrambled to a seated position. His mind tumbled through responses as she got to her feet wearing only a simple shirt. I can’t was his first reaction but then he remembered he was a citizen now. You’re going to outlive me, was the second. But she stood in front of him, eyebrows quirked and placed a hand on the curve of his neck and he said, “Yes” without thinking.

Her hesitant smile turned to a full grin. “Yes?”

He gripped her hips, pulling her closer, forehead resting against her sternum, voice muffled by her torso. “Yes.”

She wrapped her arms around his head and hugged him before he leaned back a little and she kissed him. “We…we should figure out where.” Her golden eyes danced.

“Coruscant?” He knew her family didn’t like to leave the planet.

“We need to get everyone together,” she agreed, already making a list in her head. “My family…your family.”

He nodded, not making a list, massaging her hips under his hands and humming. “Yeah. Later.”

“Later?” She was distracted by the lists! And the logistics and—

Fives grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her as he stood which was a great distraction. Better than lists. She yelped and grabbed for his shirt to steady herself.

[merkitty49]

Wrecker x Emelia

Wrecker x Medic!OC

Alternate AU

no CW

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lenny asked.

Emelia paused a moment before she nodded her head. “Yeah, it’ll be fine.” Then she chuckled to herself as she patted Lenny and sent him into the bathroom where Wrecker was showering. She pushed the button on the camera to start recording and then hid herself down the hallway.

It didn’t take long for Wrecker to start screaming and then he burst out of the bathroom, suds still on his body, and a towel barely wrapped around his waist. Echo unfortunately was coming down the hallway the same time as Wrecker and got knocked over. Both fell into a tangle of limbs as Echo tried to figure out what was going on.

“Ahh! What’s wrong Wrecker?! And why…are you naked?!… and wet?!”

“DIDN’T YOU SEE THE GIANT SPIDER IN THE BATHROOM! IT CAME INTO THE SHOWER!!”

At this point Emelia and Omega couldn’t hold in their laughter any longer and came stumbling down the hallway. Hunter and Crosshair heard the commotion and came up behind Echo also.

Emelia was holding her stomach and wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m sorry, Wreck! I just couldn’t resist!”

Omega was leaning against a wall too, holding her hand over her mouth as she laughed.

Lenny decided to come back out of the bathroom and asked, “It worked?”

Echo flinched at seeing Lenny in costume and Wrecker tried to scoot away further. Tech wandered into the hall, looked down at Wrecker nearly naked next to Echo on the floor, simply shook his head and walked away.

Hunter rolled his eyes and Crosshair let out a laugh at Wrecker being afraid of Lenny in a spider costume.

Emelia managed to stop laughing and gave Lenny and Omega a high five. “I told you we could make him laugh!”

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Imagine a LEP droid in a spider costume…. I thought about this for days…. = )

pic for Reference

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Day 4 of @clonexocweek Theme: Look at Me Fic snippet length: 957 words

Kez is a Twi'lek that Tup met on Coruscant. The two of them are mentioned in the background of my Jedi OC Essani and Fives fic/world, and this is actually the first full scene I have written for these two. I kind of am in love with Kez, he's very fun to write.

Tup didn’t need to go into the hanger bay on his patrol, but he was bored and not tired so he continued to do a sweep. They were in a hyperspace lane currently, having retrieved some supplies from a nearby station before continuing on to yet another section of the Mid Rim.

He didn’t expect anything to happen on his patrol, but the clones still ran the same routines to stay sharp. Gave them less time to think about everything else they were put through day in and day out.

Beneath his helmet, a frown had formed between his brows when he noticed movement in one of the bays. He stepped out of line and peered around a bomber to see a larger shuttle, painted in an understated dark brown and yellow. It was unusual to see non-military grade ships aboard a cruiser, but not unheard of.

Who had to be the pilot was currently tinkering with something around the exit ramp. Tup’s hands tightened on his blaster.

But then the stranger came into focus: a tall, muscular Twi’lek, long lekku brushing to his waist, covered in intricate designs a few shades darker than his light yellow skin.

Tup’s grip grew slack and his blaster fell to his side. “Kez?” he asked, pulling off his helmet.

The Twi’lek turned at the voice in the otherwise silent hanger bay. His warm brown eyes widened in surprise and his mouth split into a wide smile. His teeth were blunt, which most people assumed meant he was from Coruscant, but when he spoke, his voice was thick with the accent of Rylothian Twi’leks.

“The only one,” he said, placing his hands on his hips. He was wearing more clothes than Tup had ever seen him don: trousers, boots, long tunic, deep brown colored jacket that looked both warm and protective. A pilot’s headset, form fit to his high forehead and thick lekku, lay over skin that usually only had body glitter and a spider web’s adorning of thin metal chains criss crossing and draped around his face and torso.

“Are you sure?” Tup asked. “Never seen you look like…this.” He motioned with his blaster.

Kezzeth Chi did not seem surprised to have a blaster pointed at him, even casually. “I told you I was a formidable pilot,” he said, closing the gap between the two of them. “One can fly wearing very little but it is not recommended.” He grinned wider.

“What are you doing here?”

Kez lifted a hand, and pressed his the pad of his thumb over the tattoo under the Tup's eye. “Ah, Sad Man, I thought you’d be happy to see me.” He kept his hand, large and warm, against Tup’s face.

Tup swallowed hard. “Y-yeah, sure.”

“Not so convincing.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth and ducked, trying to follow Tup’s unfocused, jittery gaze. “Why won’t you look at me, hmm? You usually love to look at me.”

Tup’s brow was still furrowed, and he stared at Kez’s neckline, a leather cord showing under the edge of his collar. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“The war is not fought only by you clones.”

“Never pegged you for a fighter.”

Kez’s lips curled into a smirk. “I’m not. But I can fly and supplies are easier to get where they need to go without the Republic symbol written everywhere.” He waved his other hand around at the large hanger. “Don’t worry, I will let you do all the blasting.”

Tup looked at him then, head tilted just a little to meet the warm honey gaze. “Blasting? We goin’ somewhere?”

Kez waved his free hand. “We are flying through hyperspace.”

““I think I like you better when you’re not trying to convince me you should be on a Republic cruiser.” This was not Kez’s world—at least as far as Tup knew. He felt weirdly protective of…Kez? Of the GAR? Tup didn’t even know what he was feeling exactly.

“Am I not convincing?” Kez laid his free hand against the curve of Tup’s neck. “You want to play guard when I fly down to the surface? Can you ask your…commanding officer?”

Tup didn’t want to think about Rex right now. Plus, they’d be traveling for at least another half a rotation before coming out of hyperspace. “Can I see your ship?” Tup asked, relaxing just a little into the situation. He had gotten over the surprise of Kez being here, two parts of his life colliding together. He never thought of his leave on Coruscant as his life…it was more of a fantasy than anything.

Kez replied not with words, but he instead brought Tup’s face to his with a firm grip. A well-experienced mouth met Tup’s and nearly knocked him off his feet. The kiss, hard and intense, was over far too quickly. Kez grinned and bit down on Tup’s bottom lip before he stepped back and spread his arms wide to his sides.

“Oh, my ship is yours, Sad Man,” he said dramatically, starting to walk backward up the ramp. “We are all Republic soldiers here.”

Tup followed, thankful for a place to place his helmet and blaster. Once hidden in the belly of the half-stocked shuttle, he grabbed Kez by the jacket and kissed him with that unbridled youthfulness that Kez always teased him about but secretly loved.

“You see me now,” Kez said after a beat, the smile on his face softer, Tup’s gaze on him fully now. Not as a soldier, but as a simple man.

Tup’s insides felt a bit mushy, fluttery, whatever. He felt good around Kez and that’s all he was thinking about. “All’s I see is you wearing too many clothes. I didn’t even know you owned this many clothes.”

“So bold, Sad Man.” Kez reached to free Tup’s hair from its tie and then dug his hands through it, hovered his mouth a hairsbreadth from Tup’s. “I like it.”

[imperialsprig]

Kids? Old Rex? Never attempted so here's a silly lil doodle ~ Day 5: A Decade Later

"...Rex, should anything happen to me, to Echo, take care of him for us. Teach him your kindness, your strength. Tell him we loved him. Tell him that we weren't perfect but we tried our best. Teach him that he can be anything he wants to be." "...Don't tell him about what happened to Echo on Pabu. You know it was his most embarrassing moment and he would never forgive you. (He told me to write that. Please tell our son the entire story.)" "...We know you won't let us down."

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Prompt: Rainy Day

Graphics by: @clonexocweek

Story snippet, and thoughts below banner.

“So.” Mimi broke the silence between the two of them. “How long until Tech comes back?” Her arms were crossed and she looked completely drenched. Her normal very well groomed fur drenched and dripping as the wind smacked her drooped ears around.

Both Hunter and Mimi were standing in the torrential rain in the middle of Daiyu city. This was suppose to be a simple supply run before going back to Pabu, but nothing is ever simple with them. Omega, bless her heart, decided to pick a fight with a market vendor over their treatment of Tookas which Wrecker egged on. That lead to the Empire patrols getting involved to stop a potential riot of customers who agreed with Omega. In all that chaos, Hunter had to get Mimi far away as possible while Tech and Echo got Omega and Wrecker out of there. After she released all the Tookas in her final act of justice.

Anyway, Tech and them left the planet, leaving Mimi and Hunter. Something about the port being under heavy surveillance for the next day. Tech stated it was the most logical choice for keeping Omega safe and they will be back.

“One day.” Hunter responded, equally tired and drenched. His top see-through now due to all the water as he slouched slightly. They wanted to have one shopping trip without wearing their gear or armor. And of course they are stuck in the rain. Wet clothes and fur meant sensory overload and neither of them were paying attention with how much their outfits started to reveal. “We can look for a place to stay. Somewhere cheap.”

“Let’s.”

When they found a surprising cheap place with no interaction with the staff required, just a droid at the front desk, they quickly accepted. Mimi and Hunter were both clearly overstimulated as they made it to the room to ignore all the signs.

It wasn’t a normal hotel.

It was a love hotel.

Quick thoughts about the piece, I brought back my head canon about Hunter’s Tattoos, and I forgot to give Mimi her shorts. I drew this in my old silly art style of people looking annoyed with no actual details. But I added some because I felt it would look weird with no details and no colors.

I did it! I did all the prompts and I am so proud of myself! Thank you to everyone who was interested in my OCs and my drawings. (I am still surprised by the Yooni and Emerie love due to the lack of content for Emerie.)

I love you all and I WILL actually finish this fic and get it beta read. I met a lot of lovely OCs who I will make fan art of (you have been warned) and I will go back to my shirtless clone Series in May since I still want to do the Gala dress thing at the end of the month.

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Day 3 of @clonexocweek Theme: Injury Info about my OC Essani here Fic snippet length: 418 words

(all of my things are a little late, i didn't realize this was happening but wanted to share! all of these will be snippets of full chapters i'm working on for a full fic.)

this one is one of the newer short sequences i've been writing. it takes place closer to the end of the war.

Essani woke like she was swimming up for air. She felt heavy and slow, but she knew she was safe so her walls were down. She felt the mild pain of the men around her and then--

"Hey, baby." Fives's concern sliced through it all.

Essani blinked against the bright light and felt the brush of his fingers against her cheek. "Fives…" She pushed herself to full consciousness and then propped up on her elbows. "What're you doing here? Are you okay?"

Nothing about his body language or aura said he was injured, but since they'd just been through battle, it wasn't unlikely he got hurt too.

"Me? Essani, you have a hole in your leg."

She grimaced and glanced down at the bacta glove over her leg. "I'll survive."

He shook his head, an amused curl to his lips. "You Jedi…"

"Were you worried about me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"You don't usually get hurt," he said, as if their first moments alone together weren't marred by her being injured. "Of course I was worried."

I'm not a Jedi Knight, I'm only playing at this thing, she thought then shook her thoughts away. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm okay. Kix is a good medic."

"Yeah," Fives agreed, hand still cupping her cheek. "He said you stayed up and helped take down a whole slew of clankers before casevac."

"Just because I couldn't walk didn't mean I couldn't fight. The Force is always with me," she said. And a few blasters.

He smiled at her tenacity. "Knew there was a reason I liked you." He leaned down to kiss her before resting his forehead against hers for a moment. "We're still above planet, but there's negotiations going on down there."

"And you're up here?"

"I ain't one for negotiating," he reminded.

"Ah, of course." She smiled lightly.

He lingered, eyes on her face, hand dancing across her collarbones. "I should let you rest."

She wanted to protest that she was fine, but he needed rest too. So she held her tongue and sat back, squeezing his hand as he let go. "See you when this is all over?"

"Yeah."

"I'll have a nice big scar," she added, a point of pride instead of failure.

Fives glanced down at her leg then back at her. "All the best soldiers have 'em." He nudged her chin and they shared a soft look before he disappeared. In his place, a medical droid came over to ask how she was feeling.

[faemorningstar]

I was going to put in some lyrics in the caption but the song was too dark and goth for how bright and soft this piece is, but we're finally done! I decided to skip days 4 & 6 because I've had a bit of a rough week, but it's finally over, and I can rest.

[pancloneblues]

@clonexocweek day 7 babyyyyyyy! Big finale! And for this, I decided to share my cover for my main fic about Magma Squad, Lambs :), Definitely wanted a contrast of childishness with hopelessness. They gotta stay silly despite The Horrors of Mustafar and Being a Clone lol. I gotta say this was fun as hell, might do it next year!

WARNINGS INCLUDE: Cloneshipping (as in like, doodles of clones holding hands)

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