Rin Writes Fics

30. She/her. These fics can contain suggestive and explicit material, 18+ only, please minors DNI.

[rinwritesfics]

Masterlist

Hi, I'm Rin! Welcome to my masterlist! Here, you can find many stories about clones. A few of them are suggestive, and can even be more. 18+ only, please!

If you don't see a clone you're looking for, pop by my inbox!

This masterlist is intended to be accessible to all above 18, please let me know how I can improve my accessibility on this post, including for screen readers.

Last Updated: 3/28/2024

Cody

Blind Date

Kenobi has set you and the Marshal Commander up on a blind date – but Cody doesn’t know it.

Crosshair

How Not to Heal (Multipart Fic)

After being rescued from Mount Tantiss, Crosshair has to figure out how to work with the Batch again - and their new medic. It would be fine if he didn’t start to fall in love with her.

Hanahaki

Omega convinces Crosshair he is coming down ill because he’s falling for you.

Echo

No Problem

Echo's feelings for you surface at an unexpected moment.

Please (NSFW)

When a vendor at a market blows a mysterious powder in Echo’s face, a series of events happens – and not all unwelcome between the two of you.

Fives

The Popsicle

Fives and reader share a popsicle in a bit of an unconventional way.

Fox

The Wedding - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4

You’ve been invited to the wedding of the millennia, but as a senator it is determined that you need an escort. Fox offers to be your plus-one to keep you safe.

Hawk

Vacation

Your leave was cancelled, so Hawk improvises.

Hound

Four Hours

You meet Hound while awaiting jury duty and hit it off.

My Best Friend

When Grizzer gets injured on a patrol, Hound has no idea he would end up falling for someone in the same night.

Hunter

Fix It

Hunter comforts the reader after difficult news is received.

Jesse

Something to Say

Jesse is your most frequent visitor to the medbay, and for good reason.

Kix

Emergency

Kix panics when he hears you've gotten hurt.

Hunt You Down

Kix swears up and down if you avoid medical attention again, he will come after you.

Rex

The Speederbike - Part 1 / Part 2

Rex develops a massive crush on the new mechanic, but is extremely awkward about it.

Tech

N/A

Tup

What Are You Waiting For?

Sparring with Tup leads to something unexpected.

Wolffe

Intolerable

Wolffe makes your life quite difficult sometimes.

The Cabin

The day before Life Day, you and Wolffe are sent to a safehouse as you harbor feelings for each other.

Wrecker

The Picnic

Wrecker's plans fall through - but in the best way.

CFB2023

[rinwritesfics]

Just a Soldier

Special thanks to: @chopper-base @staycalmandhugaclone and @sabaccsniper for this idea a month ago

Plot: Hunter isn't sure if he can be more than a soldier.

Warnings: Hunter's self-doubt

Word Count: 916

He was used to having to deal with dirty clothes, being a clone in the GAR. But, now, being around you, it was something new. He wanted to be clean, not smell like… well, like a soldier.

It didn’t help that they had been soaked in lake water. The feeling was bad enough as it crept into every crevice, but death of microorganisms permeated it. It would be fouler later, so that was his excuse. He still hadn’t thought about that in depth, so those feelings were still at the back of his mind. They’d stay there, too, if he had his way with it. He wasn’t made for feelings. He was made for fighting.

But, it lingered. He didn’t want to smell like rotten, slimy lake around you, no matter what his beginnings were. You made him feel like he could breathe without the possibility of panic stealing it from him. The least he could do was keep you breathing easily around him, too.

Carefully, he removed his armor, then started in on his gloves slowly, feeling slightly self-conscious about it. As the gloves came off, his scars were easily visible from his early days of knife twirling and first missions. It wasn’t common for him to be aware of things at such a level as he was. The longer he was around you, got to know you, laughed with you, the more it itched at his consciousness.

In fact, he wasn’t oblivious to any of it. He always felt things like this around you. There had even been some small signs at the beginning. This little feeling – warmth in his chest, a second thought at possible embarrassment, even a lingering desire to improve the Marauder’s living space when you were around – wasn’t expected, but that space existed behind his sternum. The space that expanded with your smile or when your lips were parted when you slept. It caused his nerves to awaken whenever your head tilted –

No, no, he was a soldier.

Or, well, he had been. Now… now was different. Away from the GAR, away from the Empire as much as they could be, he was… Hunter. Sergeant – no. Brother. Protector. If ever there was any time to figure out what more he could be, it was now.

Somehow, he still couldn’t willingly bring forth the consideration of doing things just for you because of that warmth that bloomed forth when you smiled. Each time he tried, his training kicked in.

Growing up, warmth wasn’t taught. It wasn’t earned. Each clone knew of duty, withstanding excruciating pain, treating brothers until they couldn’t work anymore. Dedicate themselves to the Republic. The Republic owned them and that was their duty.

No. No, that wasn’t their duty anymore. They were people. You had been trying to convince them of that whenever you could. Don’t get him wrong, he appreciated the efforts and it was good for Omega to learn as a young clone – as a kid. As a little girl.

Besides, even if he could start to believe that his existence was worth more than a few measly credits, he had nothing to offer you. His scars proved that he was only good for fighting.

“Hunter?” you asked softly. He jolted, having thoroughly lost himself in his thoughts. It was not something he found himself capable of until he had been around you more. Was that what safety was? Being able to get lost in his thoughts? Finding your scent to be something he could be grounded in at the same time as his mind flew away with himself?

“Yes?” he asked, then cleared his throat from the slight tickle that threatened to take his voice. His breath was already gone when you smiled gently.

“Is everything alright?” Your eyes were closer. You were closer. When had you gotten closer? No, this was fine.

He shook his head slightly. “Yeah, all good.”

Your brow rose. Clearly, he hadn’t convinced you, and you both knew it. Slowly, your eyes went down to his half-removed lake-soaked gloves. Too late, he couldn’t force the wet things back on to hide the scarring. Your gaze trailed over them and silently, your hands rose. Fingers met fingers in a cautious offer and he didn’t stop you as you started to remove them just as he had. They landed on the floor with a soft splot, but your fingers didn’t move from his skin. Nerves tingle from fingertips and up his arms. Each breath of his was filled with you over the lake smell and he had to fight to not pull away from you as your fingers began to trail down some of the more prominent scars.

“How old are these?” you asked in no louder than a breath.

“Old,” he replied truthfully, his own breath not staying. “My fault. Been fidgeting with knives ever since I could hold one. It’s normal.”

“Ah,” you answered even more quietly. You didn’t back away. Maybe he didn’t smell as bad as he worried. Maybe, with your fingers on his, you were willing to stay as close to him as he cautiously wanted you.

When your eyes met his, he could see it – and he knew it wasn’t something he was imagining, either, between the mere centimeters between you two and your shared breaths.

No. No, he could deserve this. He was more than a soldier. He could see that, now, as it reflected in your eyes and sounded whenever you said his name.

[Story break marker for screen readers.]

Knife twirl for everyone's convenience:

[Description: Hunter spins his orange glowing vibroblade between his fingers. The gif is zoomed in on his hand movements.]

[staycalmandhugaclone]

This. Was. DELIGHTFUL.

What a stunning breath of insight. The pacing was amazing, the mental back and forth spot on, and the ending so gentle and perfect! Just went and made me fall in love with him all over again 🥰🥰

[rinwritesfics]

🫠 ❤️

[rinwritesfics]

Just a Soldier

Special thanks to: @chopper-base @staycalmandhugaclone and @sabaccsniper for this idea a month ago

Plot: Hunter isn't sure if he can be more than a soldier.

Warnings: Hunter's self-doubt

Word Count: 916

He was used to having to deal with dirty clothes, being a clone in the GAR. But, now, being around you, it was something new. He wanted to be clean, not smell like… well, like a soldier.

It didn’t help that they had been soaked in lake water. The feeling was bad enough as it crept into every crevice, but death of microorganisms permeated it. It would be fouler later, so that was his excuse. He still hadn’t thought about that in depth, so those feelings were still at the back of his mind. They’d stay there, too, if he had his way with it. He wasn’t made for feelings. He was made for fighting.

But, it lingered. He didn’t want to smell like rotten, slimy lake around you, no matter what his beginnings were. You made him feel like he could breathe without the possibility of panic stealing it from him. The least he could do was keep you breathing easily around him, too.

Carefully, he removed his armor, then started in on his gloves slowly, feeling slightly self-conscious about it. As the gloves came off, his scars were easily visible from his early days of knife twirling and first missions. It wasn’t common for him to be aware of things at such a level as he was. The longer he was around you, got to know you, laughed with you, the more it itched at his consciousness.

In fact, he wasn’t oblivious to any of it. He always felt things like this around you. There had even been some small signs at the beginning. This little feeling – warmth in his chest, a second thought at possible embarrassment, even a lingering desire to improve the Marauder’s living space when you were around – wasn’t expected, but that space existed behind his sternum. The space that expanded with your smile or when your lips were parted when you slept. It caused his nerves to awaken whenever your head tilted –

No, no, he was a soldier.

Or, well, he had been. Now… now was different. Away from the GAR, away from the Empire as much as they could be, he was… Hunter. Sergeant – no. Brother. Protector. If ever there was any time to figure out what more he could be, it was now.

Somehow, he still couldn’t willingly bring forth the consideration of doing things just for you because of that warmth that bloomed forth when you smiled. Each time he tried, his training kicked in.

Growing up, warmth wasn’t taught. It wasn’t earned. Each clone knew of duty, withstanding excruciating pain, treating brothers until they couldn’t work anymore. Dedicate themselves to the Republic. The Republic owned them and that was their duty.

No. No, that wasn’t their duty anymore. They were people. You had been trying to convince them of that whenever you could. Don’t get him wrong, he appreciated the efforts and it was good for Omega to learn as a young clone – as a kid. As a little girl.

Besides, even if he could start to believe that his existence was worth more than a few measly credits, he had nothing to offer you. His scars proved that he was only good for fighting.

“Hunter?” you asked softly. He jolted, having thoroughly lost himself in his thoughts. It was not something he found himself capable of until he had been around you more. Was that what safety was? Being able to get lost in his thoughts? Finding your scent to be something he could be grounded in at the same time as his mind flew away with himself?

“Yes?” he asked, then cleared his throat from the slight tickle that threatened to take his voice. His breath was already gone when you smiled gently.

“Is everything alright?” Your eyes were closer. You were closer. When had you gotten closer? No, this was fine.

He shook his head slightly. “Yeah, all good.”

Your brow rose. Clearly, he hadn’t convinced you, and you both knew it. Slowly, your eyes went down to his half-removed lake-soaked gloves. Too late, he couldn’t force the wet things back on to hide the scarring. Your gaze trailed over them and silently, your hands rose. Fingers met fingers in a cautious offer and he didn’t stop you as you started to remove them just as he had. They landed on the floor with a soft splot, but your fingers didn’t move from his skin. Nerves tingle from fingertips and up his arms. Each breath of his was filled with you over the lake smell and he had to fight to not pull away from you as your fingers began to trail down some of the more prominent scars.

“How old are these?” you asked in no louder than a breath.

“Old,” he replied truthfully, his own breath not staying. “My fault. Been fidgeting with knives ever since I could hold one. It’s normal.”

“Ah,” you answered even more quietly. You didn’t back away. Maybe he didn’t smell as bad as he worried. Maybe, with your fingers on his, you were willing to stay as close to him as he cautiously wanted you.

When your eyes met his, he could see it – and he knew it wasn’t something he was imagining, either, between the mere centimeters between you two and your shared breaths.

No. No, he could deserve this. He was more than a soldier. He could see that, now, as it reflected in your eyes and sounded whenever you said his name.

[Story break marker for screen readers.]

Knife twirl for everyone's convenience:

[Description: Hunter spins his orange glowing vibroblade between his fingers. The gif is zoomed in on his hand movements.]

[kyraltre]

Happy pride! Welcoming in the month with Sister!

She may be called Sister as she was the first, but she is not the only sister among the ranks. If you have a trans or nonbinary clone trooper oc, I would love a chance to draw them this month. Drop them in my inbox <3

Speedpaint/timelapse under the cut

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[sekuteskacosplay]

Tech doing all the work, while Hunter is being broody and just keeps fiddling with his knife...again!

[tbbs-best-hair]

Tech tends to get tunnel vision at times like this. Someone's gotta keep watch for clankers.

[starrymush]

My grad cap ✨ :)

[eclec-tech]

Best use of that quote since the show! Congrats on your graduation! 🥳

[gorydemon]

Commission for @kyraltre thank you soooi much!!!🫶🫶❤️

[kyraltre]

so you know how there are big bang events where artists and writers team up for collaborative works with illustrations.

and then there are zines that have a combination of writings and art of a topic.

what if there was a zine where it was exclusively writings with collaborative illustrations?

[radioactive-earthshine]

Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.

[mysteryteacup]

Fandom is not social media.

Fandom is not trends.

Fandom is a cross between a library and having a slumber party with your friends.

"Old" means nothing to fic.

[lornaka]

[highgroundanimations]

✨ Happy Star Wars Day Week everyone! (a bit late to posting this here 😅) ✨

Time to finally give you some updates on the Tukk Tales project and introduce one of its new characters:

Commander Faust of the Coruscant Guard.

More on him soon, but for now I'll let this animation speak for itself. 🫡👀

But why new characters? And where's the short film??

First of all I'm sorry I haven't been great with keeping you all updated in the past! Juggling the project with my freelance work and private life hasn't been easy and I wanted to wait until things have developed further until I make any new announcements, but here's basically what happened:

After the announcement teaser trailer in 2023 completely blew up and I got to see how much love and support there already is for Tukk, his company and the project, I got motivated to push both my storytelling skills and the film itself a lot further, going back and rewriting the whole thing to let us spend more time with these characters and tell a more impactful and memorable story.

Instead of a little one-off 6 minute short (which at the time was still mostly in rough previz stage), it evolved into something closer to a full Clone Wars episode, which I've eventually decided to separate into three mini-episodes, inspired by the beautiful "Tales of" shows from Lucasfilm.

With that expansion also came the need for a lot more characters, designs and assets. And since I'm making all of those from scratch, with hand-painted textures, animator-friendly rigs and screen-accurate details that have to hold up in all kinds of close-ups, I've spent a LOT of time on that part of the process while simultaneously setting up some of the previz animations for the new story.

But an end of that step is in sight and once it is complete, updates will become way more frequent as I'm much faster when it comes to bringing shots from previz to a final stage.

I still can't give a release date yet as it's a no-budget personal project that is happening between client jobs, but it's still going full steam ahead and I'm extremely excited about the new direction it has taken on a while ago.

I'll also be looking for other character animators to bring onto the project later on and help out with some shots, so if you're interested in volunteering, feel free to send me your reel (mail address in my linktree)!

That's it for now, more character reveals soon (and no, they won't all be clones 🗡️🥸)!

May the force be with you all! ✨

[highgroundanimations]

A closer look at Commander Faust. 👀

[carbon-corrie]

POV you’re trying to negotiate with the General but he brought his Marshal Commander and really mean medic

@orangez3st come get your man before he scares off more potential allies

[leenathegreengirl]

According to Omega Echo’s the best mom in the galaxy! 💜💕

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[supertaliart]

Happy May the Fourth! I added a second page to this comic from last year!

[thebumblecee]

some of you are so fucking talented and you’re using it to spread joy and happiness around for free

magnificent creatures, the lot of you

[monoetr]

Just realised that I never drew Tech so I immediately went and fixed this. With and without the goggles!

[starcatboy]

Star Wars fanfic is crazy because it will be like the most intense diabolical whump with characters getting tortured betrayed loosing even more body parts than in canon having ill advised sex and wanting to kill themselves but it will still somehow be a fix it because somewhere in there they will stop Order 66