#ghostofskywalker.cloneuary

[ghostofskywalker]

i did a clone fic rec list a while ago, but i thought that a second edition to that would be a nice thing to add to my clone-uary event. i still have some requests that i'm working through from it, but it was great to go back through my old reblogged recs and work through some of the stuff that's been sitting in my "marked for later" for an embarrassingly long time 😂

the link to the fic itself is from whatever platform i read the work on! clone names and fic names are in alphabetical order, and if an ao3 author did not mention a tumblr username on their profile or in the notes of their fic i didn't tag anyone.

key:

a ☀️ means the link is for tumblr

a 🌙 means the link is for ao3

a 💫 means the fic was a gift for me in a @cloneficgiftexchange event (as my previous rec list pre-dates the first exchange!)

Cody:

Roses Are Red and Violets Are... Orange? by Emerald_Hills 🌙

Somewhere to Start by @cioneo ☀️

The Way You Look Tonight by @miseries-mistress ☀️

Crosshair:

Hangin' on the Telephone by TeaTime4BeeTime 🌙

Shy General by @stellarbit 🌙

Snowfall by @happy-beeeps ☀️

Take Me Out by @masterjedilenawrites ☀️💫

Unspoken Confessions by @crosshairlovebot ☀️

Echo:

A Wonderful Life Day by @apocalyp-tech-a 🌙

My Heart is Yours, and so are my Brother's by @ireadwithmyears 🌙

Not Alone by @mylifeisactuallyamess ☀️

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice by @melliejellybellybean ☀️💫

Fives:

Attempt Seventeen by @kyzyner 🌙

"Have we met?" by @goosewriting 🌙

Lucky Number Five by @isaidonyourknees 🌙

Fox:

Best Place to Sleep by @clone-anon 🌙

Let The Sun In by @exxasperatedauthor ☀️💫

Howzer:

The Heart of a Senator by @eclec-tech 🌙

Hunter:

Crash Landing by sparkofsaryndipity 🌙

don't go by @221bshrlocked 🌙

Something Borrowed, Something Blue by @dreamie411 🌙

Jesse:

A Night to Remember by @toomanybandstocare ☀️

Mischief & Mistletoe by @jetii ☀️💫

The Hand You're Dealt by AyicanPrincess 🌙

Kix:

Kickstart my Heart by @happy-beeeps ☀️

Lieutenant Levendy and the Case of the Haunted Supply Room by @orbitalmirror 🌙

Stay For A While by ImogenInSpringtime 🌙

Rex:

Confessions by @corrieguards ☀️

Kiss it Better by @honeydjarin 🌙

playing pretend by @captn-trex ☀️

Snowed In by @captainsophiestark ☀️

Tech:

Analytical Artistry by BlackLothWolf 🌙

Circumstance by @captainpains ☀️

half a heart (without you) by @starboytech ☀️

Wolffe:

Handcuffed by @masterjedilenawrites ☀️💫

talkative by @sinfulsalutations 🌙

Unexpected Confession by @ladysongmaster 🌙

[ghostofskywalker]

hi again! Thank you for replying to my question 😊 I love your stuff so much! May I please request something with Tech and a female reader who is awkward or clumsy and doesn’t say much/struggles with conversations but really likes Tech and worries he won’t like her back since he is good with words and she isn’t. And then he does like her too? I hope that isn’t too specific! Please of course say no if you don’t like that idea 💕 tysm!!

here it is!! the prompt was so cute to do with tech, i hope you enjoy :)

Got There Eventually

words: 1,515

summary: Your feelings for Tech are a little more obvious than you first thought, and eventually it's Hunter who takes matters into his own hands.

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You were seriously starting to think that your vocal chords were conspiring against you, because it never seemed to work properly whenever Tech was in your general vicinity. And this time it was particularly embarrassing, because your hands had apparently decided to get involved. 

The culprit? Tech’s warm smile and adorable wave when he walked through the doors, along with the way your name sounded as it left his mouth. 

Right as he finished speaking, the unmistakable sound of transparisteel shattering filled the space as whatever you had been holding made contact with the floor. Your eyes widened in embarrassment as you watched the drinkware split into hundreds of tiny pieces, and there might as well have been a shock wave that echoed across the room. But unfortunately, since you had not yet figured out a way to disappear at a whim, all you could do is look up to see all the eyes on you, including some gorgeously goggled ones. A weakly muttered “Sorry,”  meant that most had now turned back to their conversations, but not everyone let it go. 

“Are you alright? Did any of the material cut you?” Tech asked, immediately reaching over the bar to grab your hand while he checked it over. 

As his skin made contact with yours, your mind forgot that in recent moments, you had just been asked a question. “Yes-No, I mean,” you eventually managed to get out, hoping that the prior bout of silence hadn’t been too long or noticeably awkward. “I’m fine.” 

Tech didn’t look completely convinced, but he let go of your hand, and even though the action allowed your brain to work (somewhat) normally again, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the feeling. “Are you sure?” he asked. “We have a first aid kit on the Marauder if needed.” 

“I promise, I’m all good,” you said, showing off your (scrapeless) hands. “Hopefully that doesn’t happen again.”

“I hope so as well,” he said. “Transparisteel like that can be dangerous.”

“I’m sure it’s not as dangerous as what you deal with every day,” you joked back. 

“Probably not,” Tech said, and you couldn’t help but stare at the way his eyes moved when he smiled, and how you wanted to see that every day for the rest of your life.

Later, you watched him smile and laugh with his brothers in the booth they always sat in, and part of you kicked yourself for the way you acted. Tech was so much better at all this than you were, and for you, speaking in a way that didn’t sound ridiculous or awkward was sometimes a real challenge. 

You hadn’t even noticed the fact that your glances in their direction (which could probably be read more as staring, if you were being honest) had gotten obvious before the sound of someone clearing their throat entered your ears. When you turned, you could see Hunter approaching the bar with a look on his face that immediately let you know that you hadn’t been too discreet with your looks. “We’re going to pay our tab, don’t worry,” he said, before asking for another round of drinks for him, Crosshair, and Wrecker, since Tech and Echo were still working on theirs.  

His words didn’t really match the grin on his face, so you cocked your head to the side in confusion as you started to collect the bottles from under the bar. “What?” 

“You’re staring at us like we’re going to walk out without paying,” he responded. “Which, even if we did want to do, Cid knows where our ship is docked, so it’d be pointless.” 

You smiled at his joke. “Sorry,” was your response. “I didn’t mean to stare.” 

“That’s okay, with Tech you kind of have to be obtuse about it.” 

Now you were a little bit on edge. “About what?” you asked, trying to glean any information you could from his body language. 

“How you feel about him,” was the playful response, and he continued to speak as your mouth dropped open. “To the rest of us, it’s obvious, but Tech’s a little less observant when it comes to matters of the heart. You have to just say it to his face.” 

“I appreciate the advice,” you said quietly, stealing another glance at the table, where Tech was reaching for the datapad in Echo’s hand. “I think the trouble is going to be mustering up the courage to follow it.” 

Hunter nodded as he turned to leave with the drinks in his hand, but moved his head back towards you before he took the first step. “You can’t say it came from me, but his feelings are similar.” 

Your eyes widened as you finally finished processing this bombshell of information, but before you could question it any more, Hunter had already retreated back to the table. 

***

After that conversation, it seemed like something changed. 

You didn’t have anything to do with it, because you were still trying to come up with the perfect way to string the words together, but things were still different. Mainly, it was the fact that Tech seemed to be around you much more than normal, and he was always by himself. 

Before, when the boys would return from whatever death-trap mission they had been sent on, they would all step into the cantina to return the spoils and collect payment. Now, it seemed that only Tech would show up. 

Cid even asked if you said anything to them, because apparently they would also only return at times when you were working. You had simply shaken your head and told her that you had no idea why things were suddenly changing, even though you did have an inkling that a certain Sergeant was behind all this.

However, it was only after many rotations of telling yourself that you were actually going to say something to him about it that it actually came to pass. “So, do the others not like it here anymore?” You asked lightly, just as you finished wiping down the tables in the (now) empty cantina. 

“Not exactly,” Tech eventually said, his facial expression changing ever-so-slightly as he processed your words.

“If they don’t like me anymore, I don’t want to know,” you responded, a small smile crossing your face. 

But Tech didn’t seem to catch on to the joking manner you spoke in, because his eyes widened behind his goggles before he quickly tried to reassure you. “No, it’s not- they don’t-”

You cut him off before he could flounder any longer. “No, I didn’t mean it like that,” you laughed. “It was just out of curiosity I asked, because I haven’t seen everyone in a while.” 

“You can thank Hunter for that,” Tech said, and continued before you had fully processed the meaning behind those words. “He has picked up on my feelings for you and has apparently decided to take matters into his own hands.” 

Now it was your turn to wear a surprised expression. “Feelings?” you stuttered out, brain desperately trying to confirm whether or not you heard what you thought you had. 

“I really like you,” Tech said, his voice and face looking straightforward as it always is. “My brothers have been pestering me to say something for a while, but I never wanted to make you nervous or uncomfortable. I guess now I have no choice.” 

Another version of yourself might have been too nervous to speak this out loud, but hearing those words from him quelled any fears that began to take hold. “I really like you too,” you said. “And Hunter knows about it, so I don’t think it was just you that he was trying to get to confess.” 

“I can’t believe neither of us noticed,” Tech smiled, reaching out tentatively to take your hand. “I guess Crosshair was right when he said love was blind.” 

A quiet laugh escaped your mouth, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear the rate at which your heart was beating. “Why don’t we go to dinner sometime?” you asked. 

Your question was met with another smile, this time with a comforting squeeze to your hand. “I’d really like that,” he said. “Once I come up with a plan to make sure it’s done in complete secrecy, I’ll send you the details.” 

“What, you don’t want to tell your brothers?” 

“Unless you’d like our date to have an audience, we’ll have to keep it to ourselves,” he said, an exasperated expression on his face. 

You laughed once more. “I promise, my lips are sealed.” 

Right as it seemed the two of you were leaning closer to each other, Cid’s voice echoed through the cantina, calling Tech into her office to settle their latest job. But even though your little moment had been cut short, you couldn’t help the way you smiled and hummed to yourself for the remainder of your shift. 

Once you got to spend a little more time with Tech, you’d say something to Hunter, but right now, you just wanted to bask in your newfound happiness.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hello!

Can I please request this prompt for your event with the beautiful Sargeant Hunter???

“You love me?” || “I always have”

hello! sorry this is so late, but i hope you enjoy it!! i always liked thinking of pabu as a place where people don't lock their doors and neighbors drop off baked goods to each other just because they wanted to share, like small new england towns in the 80's, so this is kind of based on that

Not Exactly How One Plans a Love Confession

words: 1,230

summary: Hunter originally doesn't want to tell you how he feels, but after you overhear him talking to his brothers, he decides to take the plunge.

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Everyone talks about falling in love like it’s a boulder that rushes down the side of a mountain, mowing down the unsuspecting people standing in its path. But for Hunter, things came on a little bit slower than that. Maybe it was the fact that he was still adjusting to life on Pabu and experiencing so many new things each day, but after a while he didn’t even question the way he felt about you, or the way your lives had become so effortlessly intertwined. 

Shuffling out to the kitchen one morning (with a particularly egregious case of bed head), he barely took note of the fact that there was already a steaming pot of caf waiting for him, and he grabbed a muffin from the basket sitting on the counter without a second thought. It was only when he moved to sit down and enjoy his breakfast that he realized the confections were new. They still didn’t have much in the way of material possessions (despite being here for almost a year now), and a wicker basket like this definitely wasn’t on any of the lists he and his brothers had made of all the things they still needed to fix up and buy. 

As Hunter took a sip of his caf, Crosshair stepped into the kitchen, signature scowl on his face as he filled a canteen with water from the chiller. It wasn’t a shock to see him awake, since he slept on the couch most of the time. “Those better be good,” he said plainly, gesturing towards the muffins. 

Hunter wasn’t quite awake enough to catch his drift the first time around, and he just looked at Crosshair in confusion. “What?” 

“Your girlfriend woke me up when she left them on the counter,” his brother responded. “She walked in like a gundark in a china shop.” 

Hunter just raised his eyebrows, his mind having not even registered the fact that you were never referred to by name, but he knew exactly who Crosshair was talking about. “I doubt that’s exactly how it happened,” he said. “If it was that loud, are sure it wasn’t Wrecker who brought the muffins in?”

Crosshair raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure. No one else would be humming when the sun isn’t even up yet. You know, the two of you should just hurry up and get married, or at least invite her to move in. Maybe then I won’t get woken up by the door slamming open at 0600.” 

Although still half-asleep, Hunter did catch Crosshair’s words the second time his relationship with you was referenced. “Shut up, you know she’s not my girlfriend.” 

Crosshair snorted. “I don’t know a single person who would wake up at the crack of dawn and break into my home to leave freshly baked muffins and start a pot of caf this way she knew I ate something.”

“That’s because no one wants to be around you,” Hunter shot back. 

The sound of someone descending the stairs stopped Crosshair from whatever he was going to say in response, and it was Echo who stepped into the kitchen next. “Good morning,” he said sleepily, trying to stifle a yawn as he shuffled over to the caf machine. “Where did the muffins come from?” 

“A little fairy dropped them off before sunrise,” Crosshair said, raising his eyebrows as he looked over at Hunter. 

Echo nodded, knowing exactly what Crosshair meant. “Make sure to thank her today when you go over there,” he said. 

“What makes you think I’m going over there?” Okay, his brothers were right, he did plan on seeing you today, but Hunter didn’t really want to admit that so easily. 

“We know you,” Echo responded. “And even if you don’t want to admit how you feel about each other, it’s kind of obvious.” 

There were only so many times Hunter could vehemently deny the accusations before he broke, and apparently this was the moment that his defenses came crumbling down. “Fine, I will make sure to thank her.” 

Crosshair gave him a look. “And you’ll tell her how you feel?” 

Without even thinking about what he was saying, Hunter spoke in response. “I’m not going to just tell her that I love her without even going on a date first.”

Both Echo and Crosshair’s eyes widened, but they didn’t even get a chance to make a joke about the situation, because a new voice had entered the conversation. “You love me?” 

Silence fell over the area in an instant, and all eyes turned towards the doorway, where you were standing. The sound of the front door closing behind you made it clear that you had just arrived, and there was a basket of fruit in your hands, no doubt a gift from Shep and Lyana, who you were very close with as well.

Hunter froze, his mind racing as he weighed his options. 

Did he lie and try to save face? But what if you felt the same way? 

Did he own up to his feelings? What if that ruined your friendship?

Whatever was going to happen though, it was clear that Crosshair and Echo had no intentions of being part of it, because they cleared out so fast it was almost as though they dissipated into thin air, and Hunter couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or a curse. The room seemed so much emptier now, and the silence was starting to grow awkward. 

Well, the damage was already done, he thought, before taking a deep breath and speaking. “I think I always have,” he said, getting up from his chair as you took a few steps closer to him. “Even if I didn’t realize it until a little while ago, and I wanted to tell you in a slightly more acceptable way.” 

You laughed, taking the final few steps so that you were close enough to take his hand. “I’ll admit it’s not the most romantic way to find out,” you said. “But I don’t care, I love you too.”

If he was dreaming, he officially never wanted to wake up. “Really?” 

“You’ve become such a big part of my life that I don’t think I ever want to go back to the way I lived without you,” you said. “I’ve lived on Pabu my whole life, but you make it feel like so much more of a home.” 

Okay, now Hunter was trying to keep from tearing up (even though he would never admit it if asked). “Can I kiss you?” he asked, moving even closer. 

“Yes,” you breathed, before finally closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his. He could hear the basket of fruit clatter to the floor the moment his hands found your waist, but at the moment, he didn’t really have it in him to care. 

When you finally broke apart, he couldn’t help but smile, saying the first thing that came to mind. “By the way, the muffins were really good.”

You just laughed before leaning in to kiss him again, a quick peck this time. “If that was your way of saying thank you, I’m certainly not complaining.” 

“Well then, allow me to fully express my appreciation.” 

Hunter supposed he might have to eventually thank his brothers for getting him to admit things, but he wasn’t ready to admit that just yet.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hi! Im not sure if you're still taking requests for your clone-urary event, but here I got. Could I request an F!Reader x Fox with the prompt "Do you want to go out sometime...?" || "Like a date?" || "Y-yeah, like a date".

It gives me a idiots in love to idiot lovers' vibe.

this is such a cute prompt, and fox was fun to write it with! i tried to go for the mutual pining/they both don't realize the other feels the same way vibe, and i still have your other request in my inbox, i hope to start on that soon!

What Happens To The Caf Machine (Sometimes Leads to The Admittance of Feelings)

words: 1,395

summary: As the caretaker of the Senate Archives, you don't usually see too many people. But when the Coruscant Guard's caf machine is out of commission one morning, your favorite trooper comes in to ask a favor, and things blossom from there.

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“Good morning Commander!” you said brightly as Fox’s telltale red helmet appeared in the doorway of the Senate Archives. 

“Good morning,” he greeted in return. While the cadence of his voice was nowhere near as cheery as yours had been, you didn’t think much of it. With the workload that he had and the amount of stress that undoubtedly rested on his shoulders, you didn’t blame him for not being cheery this early in the morning. “Can I use your caf machine?” 

“Of course,” you said, watching as he stepped behind your large desk and crossed the doorway into your small office. His visits to your little office in the Archives had become something of a routine at this point, and you’d be lying if you said you disliked it. You technically shared the sprawling basement of the Senate building with the headquarters of the Coruscant Guard, and lately Fox had been making regular appearances throughout the day, whether it was because he had something to ask you, or to just hide away in the stacks of books and documents for a little while.

“Thorn hogging your machine again?” you asked, stifling a laugh as you watched him survey the small collection of mugs you had amassed in your time here. Unlike the times you had been in his break room, where it seemed every trooper used the same blank white drinkware for their caf, your mugs were bright, colorful, and sometimes oddly shaped. 

“Thorn broke our machine,” was Fox’s answer, finally pulling out a pale blue mug with the first initial of your name on it. “The di’kut said he would fix it, but last time he said that, the machine ended up exploding all over the next person who tried to make some caf.” 

Laughter bubbled from your lips as you considered the sight in your mind’s eye. “And who was the unlucky victim?” 

Fox removed his helmet, allowing you to see the serious expression on his face. “Me,” he deadpanned. 

You laughed once more, playfully ignoring the glare he shot you. “Well, no matter what happens to your caf machine, you can alway come in and use this one. Even if I’m not here.” 

“Thank you,” he said sincerely, face softening at your words. 

When the counter top contraption finally whirred to life and began to dispense (heavenly-smelling) caf into the mug, you smiled, starting a conversation you seemed to have every single time he was here. “I have milk and creamer in the small chiller over there, and there should be some sweetener packets resting in the bowl next to the machine if you want them.” 

And like every time you had made the offer before, you received the same answer. “No thank you, black caf is just fine with me.” 

You smiled, watching as he moved out of the office and back towards the entryway to the archives. “I know, but it’s here if you ever change your mind.”

Selfishly, you wanted him to stay. Your fascination with the marshal commander of the Coruscant Guard had done nothing but grow in recent rotations, and it was spiraling to full-on crush territory. You wanted to learn everything about him, to spend as much time together as the galaxy would allow, and you desperately wanted to make him laugh. While you had seen the commander’s smile on a few prior occasions, the sound of his laughter was still elusive, and it was very quickly becoming your most important mission. 

“I’ll bring your mug back when I’m done,” he said, and you smiled. 

“I’m not worried about that,” was your response. “Besides, I know where you work.” 

A smile crossed his lips as well, and what sounded like the barest beginnings of a laugh formed before the expression faded. Well, at least you knew he liked your jokes. “Thank you,” he said, nodding at you with an appreciative expression before putting his helmet back on and heading out the door. 

As you waved goodbye to him and began your actual tasks for the day, you couldn’t help the way your mind wandered to daydreams of the commander, and the way you hoped that his caf machine remained out of commission for the foreseeable future. 

***

It wasn’t until a few hours later that you saw Fox again, and you looked up from the document you were transcribing with a smile as he walked through the door again, the mug you had lent him earlier safe and sound in his hands. It was something of a welcome surprise to see that he wasn’t wearing his helmet. “I came to return this,” he said, gently passing the mug from his hands to yours. “And to thank you again.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “Did Thorn fix your caf machine?” 

Fox shook his head. “He’s attempting to as we speak. From the profanity I heard coming from the break room walls, I don’t think it’s going that well.” 

You laughed. “Well, at least there haven't been any explosions yet.” 

But it seemed the galaxy wanted to showcase its comedy skills in this moment, because right after you finished speaking, the sound of something echoed through the walls, shaking some of the tomes as they sat upon the archive’s endless shelves. It was silent in the room for a moment as you and Fox locked eyes, and then the very thing you had been hoping for happened: the commander began to laugh. It was a joyful sound that you immediately decided you wanted to hear every single day for the rest of your life, and it didn’t take more than a second for you to join in. 

“Well,” you said, after finally composing yourself. “I guess you’ll be using my caf machine for a little longer then.” 

“I suppose so,” he responded, and you couldn’t help but stare at the way his face changed as he smiled. There was no telling what stress he was subjected to on a daily basis, but right now, as some of that seemed to have slipped away, he looked almost younger. “I’ll have to start bringing my own mugs and ground caf."

“Oh please, don’t even worry about it!” 

“No, I couldn’t-” 

“Fox,” you said, cutting him off. “You’ve seen my mug collection, you know I have more than enough. And the caf here is stocked by the Senate, I don’t pay a credit for it.” 

He paused for a moment before speaking again. “I still want to thank you for your kindness though.” If you didn’t know any better, you would almost say that the look on his face was one of nervousness. 

“Well, you don’t have to bring me caf to do that,” was your response, and you kept talking before you could really process what was coming out of your mouth. “Do you want to go out sometime?” 

Your words had clearly come as a shock to him, and his eyes widened as he took in your words. Thankfully though, he didn’t shoot you down right away, and the voice he responded with was much softer than you had ever heard before. “Like a date?”

Kriff it, you might as well own this now. If he refused, maybe you could still be friends, or at least friendly acquaintances. “Y-yeah, like a date.” 

But to your surprise, he didn’t pull a face and awkwardly try to end the conversation. “I’d like that,” he said quietly. 

Right as you were about to speak, the comm device on his wrist started to blare, and it was clear that either the situation with the caf machine had suddenly gotten a lot more involved, or something else had happened that needed his attention. “I’m so sorry,” he said. 

“Don’t worry about it, I know you’re an important guy around here,” you responded, grabbing a piece of flimsi from your desk and quickly scribbling something on it. “Here’s my comm frequency, maybe we could go out for dinner when we’re both off.”

He smiled, quickly silencing the ringing as he grabbed the flimsi from your hands. “That sounds great.” 

He was out the door seconds later, but you didn’t blame him for the interruption. Looking back at the mug he had returned, you couldn’t help but smile, because even though nothing was set in stone just yet, you had a date with Commander Fox.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hello there! If I'm not too late to submit a request for your clone-uary event! I would love to request

Wolffe x f!reader with either the prompt "hold my hand" | "absolutely not" or "I can't believe we just did that"

I'm sorry, I couldn't choose between prompts!

much love!!

hi!! this went a little angstier than i expected, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

A Simple Request

words: 1,408

summary: It's a personal challenge of yours to get Wolffe to hold your hand, and it takes a near-death experience for him to finally do it.

content warning: description of blood

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At this point in your time serving as head medic of the 104th battalion, you had set something of a challenge for yourself. Your personal white purrgil, if you will. Your efforts had been completely unsuccessful thus far, but you were not going to give up until success was yours to claim. And with the amount of times Wolffe ended up in the medbay on any given campaign, you weren’t exactly starved for chances to keep trying.

This time, you watched the door slide open to reveal the commander, with a small gash on his hand and a scowl on his face. 

“Wow,” you said, walking over to him as he sat on one of the cots. “I thought this was just an aid stop, why do you look like you got into a fight?” 

Wolffe glared in your direction before answering. “It was, but then Boost decided to take some holopics of the scenery. Next thing I knew we were being chased by a giant creature, and it didn’t respond well to our blasters.” 

You nodded. “So how’d you get the cut?” Silence. “Wolffe?”

You had your suspicions about the manner of injury, ones that were soon confirmed in a quiet voice, his tone tinged with embarrassment. “I tripped over a root and fell. The thorns went through my glove and everything.” 

It took all your willpower not to laugh. “You know, maybe I should go out there with you guys next time, then you can hold my hand and not fall.” 

The glare you received for that comment was piercing, and if looks could kill you might have been dead on the floor a few seconds later. “No.”

Your teasing energy was not deterred. "You can always hold my hand now.” You’d been trying to get him to do just that for quite some time now, and you weren’t going to stop trying until you succeeded. You had technically held his hand in a medical capacity, like what you would need to do to treat this injury, but the selfish little crush you had on the commander was not going to settle for something so professional. 

But this time, like all the others, you were unsuccessful in achieving your wishes. “Absolutely not.”

You grabbed a wet cloth with a playful shrug and gently began to wipe away the grime and dirt surrounding the cut. Silence descended over the space, but it wasn’t awkward. You’d spent enough time around Wolffe and his men to know that his pride was more wounded than his arm right now, and that he didn’t really mean any of the things he said. You had even glanced upward at his face for a brief moment to see a small smile inhabiting it, so you weren’t really concerned. 

You carefully finished cleaning his wound and placed a bacta patch over it, within two rotations everything would be good as new. Soon you were waving goodbye to Wolffe as he left for the bridge of the flagship, having first drilled into his head that if he felt any kind of pain or discomfort with the wound, he was to come see you. 

And as the door closed behind him, you couldn’t help but think about the smile he wore when he thought you weren’t looking. 

***

The next time Commander Wolffe entered your medbay, the situation was much more dire. It wasn’t even your medbay, as the two of you were on loan to the 501st for a field mission. Things were set up differently here, but you had gotten the hang of it at this point, or at least enough to make sure you didn’t give any patient the wrong medicines. 

You knew someone was gravely injured well before they had even returned to the ship, but never in a million rotations could you have imagined that it was Wolffe. When the doors burst open and the stretcher was wheeled through, your heart dropped to the floor when you recognized the armor of the man laying atop it, and there was a sickening amount of blood staining nearly everything in his vicinity. 

There’s no time to think about what happened out there as Wolffe’s body is moved to the operating table, as Kix throws off his helmet and wordlessly joins you in trying to stabilize him. It’s hard to look at his face, even more so at the gaping and bleeding hole where one of his eyes should be. You knew the risks, and everyone on this ship would say the same, but somehow the peril that these men faced day in and day out had never felt as real to you as it did right now. 

A cybernetic eye is delivered to the medbay as you’re still working on staunching the blood, but it will be several rotations before you can even consider putting it into the socket. Whispers have surfaced that he got into an altercation with a Sith Assassin, and you could certainly believe a lightsaber caused this damage. 

After what feels like forever, Wolffe is lowered into a bacta tank and you get a moment to breathe. It seems that all the blood in the room has transferred itself to your clothes, but you pay it no mind as you sink to the floor and peel off the gloves you had been wearing for Maker knows how long. 

Minutes pass, and you could feel a tap on your shoulder. Kix is there when you look up, his hand outstretched. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” he said. “Wolffe will be okay.” 

You eventually nodded, accepting his help as you pulled yourself off the ground. He was right, even if the more anxious part of your brain didn’t want to believe it. Against all odds, Wolffe will survive, and you’ll be able to jokingly ask him to hold your hand again, only to be playfully rebuffed. Things will be okay, you just had to believe it. 

He’s removed from the bacta tank in just over a full rotation, and a team of med droids are able to carefully replace his injured eye with the cybernetic one. There’s still a nasty scar on his face, as there likely always would be, but he was alive, and he would pull through. 

You’re sitting on a chair next to his cot when he stirs for the first time, your head in your hands as you stared at the floor. You’re so deep in thought that you don’t even hear him speak the first time, but the sound of your name as it’s spoken slightly louder finally pulls you from your head. “Wolffe,” you breathed, unable to hide the relief you felt solely by hearing his voice. “How are you feeling?” 

“Terrible.” 

“That’s to be expected I think,” you responded, getting up from your seat to pull his chart from the table and look through the data there. “We’re going to have to tend to the scar on your face for a little bit, and you’ll have to get used to the cybernetic, and-” 

“I know,” he said, cutting you off. “I have a long road ahead of me, but right now I’d prefer not to think about it.” 

You nodded, sitting back down with a somber expression on your face. “I was so worried.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault.” 

“I know, but I didn’t know what else to say.” You laughed at that, for the first time in a while. 

A smile crossed Wolffe’s face as he spoke again. “Can I trouble you for something?” 

Immediately, you snapped back to medic mode. “Anything.” 

“Can you hold my hand?” 

Out of all the things you were expecting him to say, that wasn’t one of them. But you of course acquiesced to the request, reaching out to take his hand in yours. “You know, I’ve been trying to get you to hold my hand for a while now,” you said. “I guess it took you almost dying to finally do it.” 

You almost should have expected the jab that left his mouth from the smile on his face, but you didn’t see it coming. “You could have just asked, you know.” 

Your mouth dropped open. “I did! Multiple times!” 

“Really? I had no idea.” He was trying to contain his laughter at this point, and he wasn’t really successful.  You just playfully rolled your eyes at his comment. Yeah, things were going to be okay.

- the end -

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Ooooo I had to jump on the band wagon for your event. Could I request a F!Jedi reader with Wolffe, with the prompts “You love me?” || “I always have” and “Shut up and kiss me already"? If only one prompt is allowed, then I'd like for you to choose.

Thank you and Happy New Year!

hello! i did both prompts for you, i really hope you like it :) in this, it's implied that the reader was always wolffe's general, basically just because plo koon wasn't mentioned :)

Fight To Win

words: 1,164

summary: When both you and Wolffe can't sleep, you end up sparring to get some of the energy out.

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There were no voices in the recreation room as Wolffe stepped inside, taking a moment to watch and appreciate as you twirled your bright green saber through the air. He had always suspected that you spent more time awake (and therefore less time asleep) than you claimed to, and finding you here only cemented that idea in his mind. Everyone else on the flagship, except for the few engineers and bridge techs who worked a regular night shift schedule, had gone to bed hours ago, but here you were. 

You retracted your saber the moment the door slid open, looking towards him with a curious look on your face. “Anything I can help you with Commander?” 

“Not particularly,” he said with a shrug. “Other than telling me what you’re still doing awake.” 

You raised your eyebrows at him, and it seemed that you were silently considering your options. “Only if you do the same,” you eventually responded, turning the attention back to him. 

He should have known this was coming. Neither of you had any excuse for being up this late, and you’ve been working together for long enough that you both knew when the other was trying to stretch the truth. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said simply. It wasn’t a lie, he just elected not to tell you that this wasn’t a singular occurrence. “I’m guessing you had the same idea I did.” 

You nodded. “Usually some practice and a few rounds with the punching bag get me tired enough to sleep, but today it’s not working.”

“Maybe you need to get more energy out,” Wolffe said offhandedly, suddenly coming up with an idea that might help you both (or at least make the night a little more interesting). 

The only thing he didn’t really consider was how his words might have sounded to someone who wasn’t aware of their meaning, and your expression definitely reflected your puzzled nature. “And what exactly do you suggest, Commander?” 

“Spar with me.” He had practiced his skills at hand-to-hand combat with other troopers before, but never the General, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about how the match-up would go. 

“I don’t think that would be a fair fight,” you responded, a smile growing on your face. “You’re much taller than I am.” 

“I don’t know, I think your special Jedi powers should make up for my height advantage.” 

You laughed, removing your outer layer of robes and placing your lightsaber gently upon them and out of the way. “Alright Wolffe, you’ve got yourself a challenger.” 

At first, it seemed as if neither of you wanted to make the first move, but once he finally made the lunge, the real battle began. Your skills were different from his, not only because he knew his way around weapons you had never even considered wielding, but your prowess as a general was just as evident from the moment you started sparring. He could never prove that you were using the Force against him, but he felt the slightest of pulls from an inexplicable source on more than one occasion. 

The smile on your face had completely disappeared, replaced with a look of complete and utter focus. Wolffe was sure he wore a matching expression, as the two of you had multiple similarities in your personality, it was part of the reason why he enjoyed working with you so much. 

That, and the pesky fact that he was in love with you of course. 

Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, and his mere moment of distraction had put you at an advantage. As you pulled his arm towards you, a smirk turned your lips upward. “Should we do best of three, or just end it now, Commander?” 

He let out a short laugh, yanking his arm backwards and causing your balance to stumble. “I don’t know General, you seem to be calling matches that haven’t truly finished yet.” 

“What are you talking about? I think I’ve won.” 

He saw it coming too late, and he had fallen victim to a tripping maneuver before he could respond. However, both of you had competitive streaks that could rival that of backworld podracers, and he moved his legs to catch yours before you could jump out of the way, sending your body tumbling to the floor alongside his. 

It took a quick second to make the best of the situation, and soon Wolffe was the one on top, staring down at you as he grabbed your hands and pinned it to the floor above your head. Of course, he couldn’t resist the urge to gloat a little. “Who’s winning now, hmm?”

Something struck both of you at that moment, and the air in the room seemed to sparkle with electric tension. Maybe it was the way you had locked eyes with him, or maybe it was the way he noticed your gaze flicker down to his lips, but whatever it might have been, his head was no longer as clear as it had been two minutes ago. 

You stayed like that for way longer than he expected, but it didn’t feel awkward. That something had overtaken you just as it had him, and when he started to lean forward, when your faces got closer and closer, you didn’t push him away or shrink from his gaze. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I haven’t decided whether or not I’ve lost yet,” you responded, voice breathless in a way that made Wolffe suspect it wasn’t solely because of the way you had been sparring. 

“I think you have.” 

“I don’t know,” you said. “Maybe this was my end goal all along, to convince the man I love to kiss me on the floor of a sweaty recreation room because I didn’t want to have to explain my feelings.”

It took him a little longer to truly register the words that had just left your mouth, and he could feel a rush in his stomach as he did. “You love me?” 

“Oh Wolffe,” you said softly, looking up at him with a kind expression. “I always have, I just never thought you were interested.” 

Well, this wasn’t how he expected this to go, but he wasn’t going to look a gift gundark in the mouth. “I never thought you were able to return my feelings.” 

“The Jedi Code has a habit of getting in the way of things, doesn’t it?” you said. “But I can’t ignore how I feel any longer. Especially not when you’ve so clearly won our little sparring battle.” 

Wolffe laughed. “Just shut up and kiss me already,” he said, closing what was left of the gap between you upon seeing you nod. As his lips sealed to yours, he allowed his body to fall next to yours as his hands found your waist. 

You were definitely right about the floor being sweaty, but right now, he didn’t care one bit.

- the end -

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Hello :D

Can I please request prompts "Your flirting skills need work" and "youre an idiot" with the loml echo??? If you only want one prompt(I looked all over and couldn't find anything specifying (though I do have a track record of not seeing things right in front of me)) then just the first prompt is perfectly fine to me!

Thank you and I enjoy your writing very much🫶

hi omg i'm so sorry for this taking so long i was sick and then starting to get better and then last week my body decided it wasn't done being sick, so it's been a little slow going for me :( i really hope you enjoy this though, i tried to get both prompts in there but i think i only succeeded with the first one unfortunately :/

A Little Encouragement

words: 1,128

summary: Echo keeps glancing over at the bartender one night when the Batch is out at 79's. When his new squad finds out why, they offer some much-needed support and reassurance.

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Hunter watched from his seat at the table as Echo’s eyes flitted back and forth across the room, noting in his mind how they always returned to one specific spot. The newest member of the squad was quiet as Wrecker and Crosshair bickered about who had the highest kill count on their recent mission while Tech tapped away on his datapad (despite the fact that they were sitting in 79’s). But he had only been traveling with the Bad Batch for a few months now, and Hunter could see that there were still a few things he was getting used to, and a few things that he wasn’t too comfortable sharing with the rest of them just yet. 

Fortunately (for Hunter at least), Echo was terrible at hiding his crush on the bartender, even if he thought otherwise. 

“Everything okay?” 

Echo’s head jerked at the sound, clearly having not expected anyone to say anything to him. His hand moved as well, and he knocked over the glass in front of him with his scomp before he could catch it with his hand. Thankfully, there wasn’t any liquid left in it and the glass didn’t break, but the sound of drinkware hitting the table got the attention of the others. “Sorry,” Echo said. “You startled me.” 

“Daydreaming?” Hunter asked with a smile, resisting the urge to look over at where he knew you were standing as you mixed drinks for the patrons waiting at the bar. “Or do we need to have your head checked again?” 

Echo rolled his eyes at the jab, but from the expression on his face, he didn’t take any offense. “I’m just a little tired,” he said, quickly glancing in your direction before meeting his brothers’ eyes. 

“Do you want another drink?” Tech asked, having finally looked up from his datapad. “You keep looking over at the bar.” 

Hunter smirked. “I think we all should get another round, but I think Echo’s gazing has more to do with a crush on the bartender than it does with an empty glass in front of him.” 

Echo’s mouth dropped open as he registered his brother’s words. “I do not gaze!” 

It was at this point that Crosshair entered the conversation. “That was the part you have an issue with?” 

“What?” 

“You didn’t care that Hunter just said you have a crush on the bartender, so is it true?” 

Echo paused for a moment before speaking. “Yeah, I guess,” he said. “We were supposed to go out one night, before all this happened to me.” He waved the scomp link attached to his arm, a somber expression on his face. 

Hunter had to stop his mouth from dropping open at the revelation. “Really?” 

Echo nodded. “Yeah. We always flirted a little before, and Fives pushed me to actually do something about it one night when we were here with the rest of the 501st. We were going to have dinner together after I got back on the next shore leave, but we left on the mission to the Citadel barely two rotations later. And well, you all know what happened from there.” 

“Have you seen her since then?” Wrecker asked, and everyone else at the table leaned in slightly to hear the answer. 

“No.” 

Tech was the next one to pose a question. “Does she know you’re alive?” 

“No.” 

“You didn’t speak to her tonight?”

Echo shook his head. “Crosshair was the one who ordered the drinks, and a serving droid brought them over to us.”

“You should go over and talk to her!” Wrecker boomed, laughing brightly as he clapped a large hand on Echo’s shoulder. 

Hunter watched as Echo’s eyes shifted and a somber expression overtook his face. “What would I even say? Hi, I’m not dead, do you still remember me and do you want to go out on a date?” 

As Hunter tried to think about what he could say in response to that, it became obvious that Crosshair didn’t seem to take the same approach as he would have. “Okay, maybe you wait and talk to her next time. Your flirting skills need some serious work, I think they might have been programmed out of you.” 

Hunter reflexively elbowed his brother. “What he’s trying to say is, you don’t have to be nervous or expect anything to come from just saying hello. You can simply go up to her, re-introduce yourself, and let the conversation go from there. You don’t know what she’s feeling, but I’m sure she would want to know that you’re alive. You don’t have to mention picking up where you left off if you don’t want to, and if she does, I’m sure she would appreciate honesty more than you forcing yourself to do something you’re not ready for.” 

Echo paused for a moment as he considered his brother’s words. “You’re right,” he said with a nod, eventually getting up from the booth. “I’m going to talk to her.” 

Shouts of glee echoed around the space as the rest of the Batch smiled and cheered. Echo’s face seemed a little more relaxed than it had been all night, and he even playfully rolled his eyes at Crosshair when it was suggested that he get them another round while he was up at the bar. 

As Echo moved towards where you were standing, everyone else at the table made no attempts to hide the fact that they were watching everything go down. Hunter really hoped that things went well between you and Echo, because he couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it might feel to return to the table if you didn’t remember him, or worse, if you didn’t want to speak to him. 

From the way he spoke about you before, Hunter doubted the latter would come to pass, a belief that was (thankfully) reinforced as he watched you sprint from around the back of the bar to envelop Echo in a tight hug. He took a moment to return it, but Hunter could see the smile on his face from all the way across the room. 

“Alright, we need to stop staring at them,” Tech said, only to be with groans and grumbles from his brothers. But they all knew he was right, and soon conversation flowed once again. After a serving droid dropped off another round of drinks (no doubt courtesy of Echo), Hunter glanced over towards the bar once again to see you and him in quiet conversation, him on one of the stools as you mixed drinks from behind the bar. It was clear that the two of you were picking things up right where you left off, and Hunter couldn’t help but feel happiness bloom in his heart for Echo, because he definitely deserved it.

- the end -

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Can you please do some cute headcanons of the bad batch having a book club with their female! general. She totally convinced all of them to do it. I genuinely feel that something so chill would just be chaos for all of them somehow 😭😭

i haven't written headcanons in ages, and it did come out slightly less chaotic than i had originally envisioned (and a little more sentimental), but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

pairing/timeline: platonic bad batch & reader || tcw to post season 3

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Before the war, you were one of the people charge of the Jedi Archives, but soon the need for generals outweighed the supply, and you become one of the Jedi on the front lines.

From the start, you and Tech clicked as great friends. It took a little longer for the others to adapt to having an assigned general rather than the way they had been allowed to operate before, but you and Tech shared similar nerdy interests.

You swapped recommendations, sent each other holonet links, and even spent some of your leave time in the archives, completely silent as the two of you just soaked up information.

The book club definitely started due to some offhand comment, like the Batch sitting around one day and Tech joked that his brothers don't know how to read.

Hunter looked a little offended at the comment. "What are you talking about? Of course we know how to read!"

"Maybe so, but do you actually use the skills for more than street signs on Coruscant?"

Crosshair, who had at this point been sulking in the corner, now joined the conversation. "And you do?"

Once the first book club meeting was scheduled, it was delayed a few times due to attacking separatist forces, but eventually the galaxy was quiet enough that it could come to pass, and it was definitely a little awkward the first time it happened.

Crosshair clearly hadn't read the book, and Echo could tell. He spent most of the time asking Crosshair hyper-specific questions and watching his brother struggle to keep up with the facade. You could see the glint of happiness in Tech's eyes as all this happened, even if he was trying not to laugh.

Wrecker and Hunter had opposing opinions on one of the characters, and they spent half the time talking about whether or not they thought he should have gotten the ending he did.

By the time it was over you had no idea if you even wanted this to be a regular occurrence, but somehow the tradition stuck, with a few rules of course.

The first rule of book club was that if you were on the ship you HAD to be present at book club, no excuses.

The second rule of book club was that everyone had to actually read the book, not just look up holonet summaries of the plot.

The third rule of book club was that no one was allowed to make fun of the person who selected that month's read, no matter how dumb you thought the book was.

Before the end of the war, you had been sent on a solo mission, and that might have just been the thing that saved your life when Order 66 was called. After feeling the tremors in the Force and hearing what happened to your fellow Jedi, you kept a low profile, eventually reuniting with the Bad Batch after the destruction of Kamino and meeting Omega for the first time.

Immediately, you formed a strong friendship with her, and after things calm down a little, book club gets reinstated.

It's different without Crosshair (and with Omega, as Hunter wanted to make sure the book wouldn't be too difficult for her to read and discuss), but this tiny return to how life was before Order 66 warmed your heart.

Of course after that, book club never stopped, and by the time Crosshair arrived on Pabu after Tantiss he was definitely a little shocked to find out that it was still going on, and that none of you had any plans of stopping

It's definitely a little bit different now, seeing as Echo only pops in occasionally and Tech is no longer there to make random observations and guide most some of the conversation, but it's something none of you really wanted to give up.

It became such a tradition in your lives that on the day before Omega left for the rebellion, you gave her a new datapad with every single book you'd ever read with her for book club downloaded on it ❤️