#Clone Trooper Dancer

[wenalena]

I will drawn more of them both soon. They are so precious to me 🥺 And I have a idea of short comic, but I must find the courage and the time for, aha.

[artbypockets]

omg somehow tumblr accidentally posted the unfinished version of this post that I foolishly had in my drafts, with unfinished art and no caption 🙄

anyway, meet Junkyard, Double Check, Dancer, and Betcha! Junkyard and Betcha belong to the wonderful @lightbeyondthegrave and I love them with all my heart 💕💕

(if you reblogged this before I realized the mix up can you please reblog this version with the caption instead? tysm)

[saggitary]

Do you think that 79’s had Karaoke Nights that soon became a very competitive sport? Like they’d have judges to score different Karaoke performances and battalion with the most points would get bragging rights.

Eventually the troopers started bringing their Jedi commanders in (this is pre bar hours of course because children) and the commanders and troopers would have so much fun to karaoke competitions.

[nosleeppotions]

Bastard gives the armored Bounty Hunter a wide grin, despite the helmet it could be heard in his voice. "One word, Fett. Blasterproof." And within moments Prime's son was a spluttering mess.

"Wha- you- I- You promised never to bring that up!"

Bastard snorts. "Bring what up? That Boba Fett can dance? That ship has left orbit buddy, you had two Stormtrooper backup dancers and a full club watching. We bet credits on that osik."

[loki-wants-an-army]

Okay I have to defend Captain Rex here. I've seen that kama swaying strut; his hips don't lie

[vodika-vibes]

All Mine

Summary: Tup returns home after a long day of training with one thing on his mind, you.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 2380

Warnings: Smut, this is pure filth everyone. Also, reader is a pole dancing instructor

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This is spite smut. I said I was going to do it, and I did. So here it is.

“Hey, Tup!” Tup grimaces as Fives flings his arm over his shoulder, “We’re hitting up 79s now that the task master has freed us-”

“-just for that, Fives, I should make you run more laps,” Rex says as he walks past them, though it’s clear that he has no intention of following through on that threat.

Fives ignores Rex, “Anyway, wanna join us?”

“Who’s us?” Tup asks, as though he’s seriously considering it.

“Me and Echo,” Tup rolls his eyes, “Jesse, Kix, Hardcase. Oh, we got Dogma to agree-”

“You got Dogma to agree?”

“Boy needs to either get drunk or get laid.” Fives says dramatically, “And yes, he agreed. So, are you in?”

“Mm…pass.”

“What! Why?”

“I have plans.”

“Better plans than watching Dogma get totally plastered or watching him try to fumble through flirting with someone?” Fives asks, sounding aghast.

“Okay, rude. He wouldn’t fumble that badly. And also, yes.”

“Like what?” Fives demands.

“I’m going home. To my girl.”

Fives blinks at him, “You have a girl? You?”

“I think I’m insulted.” Tup mutters, “But yes, I do and she’s amazing, so I’m going home. To her.”

“Well, what does she do? What’s she like?” Fives asks.

Tup twists his lips, “She’s a dancer, and she’s amazing and that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

Fives releases him, “Fine. I don’t actually believe that she exists, but since I’m an amazing big brother, I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

“How magnanimous of you.” Tup lifts his bag higher on his shoulder, “Have fun getting drunk. Try not to get arrested. I’ll see you in a week.”

“Yeah, yeah. Later, Tup’ika!” Fives calls as he turns his attention on Dogma, who looks so very resigned. 

Tup almost feels bad.

Almost.

And not nearly almost enough to put his plans on hold. 

So he throws a wave over his shoulder, and then hurries out of the barracks before anyone else can stop him. 

His mind is already firmly locked on his cyare, and all of his plans for the evening.

Tup is lucky that his cyare lives close enough that he’s able to walk to her apartment. 

He walks through the familiar streets, until he reaches her dance studio, and he keys in his personal code to the door. Her studio is a special one, all of the windows have been coated so that the people outside can’t see the dancers inside.

Which is a good thing, since his perfect cyare teaches pole dancing.

Loud music thrums through the building as he pokes his head into the lesson room to see what’s going on. She’s mid-lesson still, clad in that dark blue and white leotard set that he loves so much. Her legs and feet are both bare, and she doesn’t seem to notice him. 

He watches her for a moment, leaning against the door frame, before one of the students notices him, “Ah! Hi Tup!” She shouts, “Are you joining us today?”

His cyare turns her head at the call of his name, and she favors him with a blinding smile, “Tup!” He drops his bag on the floor to catch her as she flings herself into his arms, “Welcome home!”

“Mm, this is a very nice welcome.” He drops a kiss to her lips, “But don’t let me interrupt your class, love.”

“You can join us. There’s an open pole,” She offers, very temptingly.

Tup laughs, “Maybe later this week. Rex put me through the wringer today.” He drops one more kiss to her lips, and sets her back on her feet, before he lowers his head to press his lips against her ear, “I’m going to shower, if you finish up in time, feel free to join me.”

“And if class doesn’t end in time?” She asks lightly.

“Then we’ll just have to shower again later.” He says with a wink.

She grins, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tup kisses her one more time, and then grabs his bag back off the floor and heads towards the stairs that lead to the apartment above the studio. The music is much quieter up here, though that’s 100% because the entire building was soundproofed when she bought it. 

He tosses his bag next to the laundry and heads through the apartment to the fresher, intent on taking a very long, very hot shower. He doesn’t expect his cyare to join him anytime soon, though.

Pity.

Oh well, it just means that he’ll have to have his fun when she finishes with work. All this means is that he has time to plan.

Finally the lesson is over.

It’s been nearly an hour since Tup returned home, and you know that he’s already finished his shower.

You firmly, yet politely, usher your students out of the studio and lock the door behind your last student, before you turn the music off and look around the studio. You need to clean up before your next lesson.

But your next lesson is in several days, which means the mess will hold.

You hurry up the stairs and into your apartment, a broad grin crossing your face when you see Tup heading towards you. “Sorry that took so long,” You say brightly as you fling yourself into his arms.

He catches you effortlessly and lifts you to hook your legs around his waist, “No harm done. I figured you’d be a while.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead against his, “I should probably shower. I’m covered in sweat and-” You’re cut off when his lips catch yours in a deep kiss.

“Don’t care. You’re just going to get even more sweaty.” Tup adjusts his grip on you and uses his free hand to remove the top part of your leotard, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later. “Mm, someday I’m going to convince you to let me take you down in your studio.” He mumbles against your lips.

Your face heats at the thought, though you’re not opposed to the idea. Instead of answering, though, you grind yourself against his erection, pulling a moan from his lips, “You’re already hard,” You note.

“I’ve been wanting to bury myself in you since I got here. That's why I turned down the dance lesson.” His lips move to your throat, and he quickly sucks a mark onto the tender skin there. 

You release a breathless laugh, before you press your hands through his hair, “Tup,” You coo his name.

“Hm?” He doesn’t pull himself away from your throat.

You comb your fingers through his curls, “Let’s go downstairs.” You offer.

Tup stops moving for a moment, before he pulls back and blinks at you, “Downstairs?”

“Into the studio.” You confirm, you wiggle against him and he groans again, though you're not sure if it’s because of the wiggling or because of the offer. Or maybe a mix of both.

Slowly he sets you to your feet, “Okay.” Tup says as he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “Downstairs.”

You take a half step back from him and then giggle as he pulls you back against him, his hands moving to your hips, “Tup!”

His warm hands ease the bottom part of your leotard down your legs, and tosses them to the side, “Better to remove these here, I think.”

“I think you just want to stare at my ass,” You tease.

“Mm,” Tup’s hands slide across your ass and he squeezes roughly enough that you squeak, “You do have an amazing ass.” He agrees. And then he lightly pats your hip, “Alright, let’s go.”

“What about you?” You ask lightly.

Tup chuckles and kicks off his sleep pants, tossing them to the side as well. “There. Now we’re both naked.” He crowds into your personal space before you can get more than a glimpse of his cock, which was intentional, you’re sure. “Downstairs, cyare.”

You let him usher you down the stairs and into the studio.

It’s a lot cooler down here than in the apartment, and you can’t help but notice how Tup is eyeing the wall of mirrors with a small grin on his lips. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but you are sure that he won’t leave you guessing for long.

And you’re right.

He presses into your personal space, his warm hands caressing your exposed skin, banishing the chill with ease. His lips find purchase on your shoulder, biting and sucking marks into your skin, pulling pleasure filled moans and gasps from your lips. 

“Listen to you,” Tup coos against your throat, “Singing for me already, and we haven’t even started yet.” His hands slide to your hips and he squeezes tightly, before he spins you around so you’re facing the mirrors.

There’s no hiding the pout on your face, “I can’t touch you like this, Tup.” You whine.

He chuckles in your ear, and you shiver at the sound. “Oh, kitten, you weren’t going to be touching me anyway.” His hands slide down your arms comfortingly, and guide your hands to the pole in front of you. He presses a kiss right under your ear, “Some day, beautiful, you’re going to give me a show. But I need you too much for that right now.”

He easily manipulates your body so that you’re bent at the waist, your hands wrapped firmly around the pole, and your legs spread for him. It’s a very exposed position, and you can’t help but squirm when you feel his hands massaging your ass and hips. 

“You look amazing like this,” Tup praises quietly, “All spread out and eager for me. And only me.” There’s something like smug satisfaction in his voice, though you don’t question it.

This is the only time he shows any possessive qualities, and you find it unbearably hot.

“Tup-” You whine his name when he goes longer without touching you than you would prefer.

“I’m here, cyare.” His hand slides up your spine, and then back down again, “I’m right here. Kriff, look at how wet you are.” One of his fingers teases your entrance, and you release a keening noise, as you try to rock back onto his fingers. “You’re so needy, cyare.”

“Please, Tup-”

Slowly he eases his finger inside you, and thrusts a couple of times, “Cyare, you don’t even need any prep,” Tup teases, “You’re already so aroused. Maybe I should have you like this more often.”

You whine as you rock back against his fingers, and that whine turns into a noise of displeasure as he pulls his finger out of you. “Tup-”

“Shh, I have you.” Tup settles himself behind you and rocks his cock against your slit, the head of his cock nudging your clit just enough that you whimper for him.

And then, finally, he thrusts into you with a low groan.

In spite of how needy he is, and he is needy, he moves slow. Taking his sweet time until he’s completely bottomed out inside you. He tightly grips your hip with one hand, while the other reaches up to wrap around your hands on the pole.

Tup remains still, raining feather light kisses against the back of your neck and shoulders, until you’re squirming against him. And then, and only then, does he pull out until only the head of his cock remains.

When he thrusts in this time, it’s a lot faster and harder than originally, and a pleasure filled moan falls from your lips as you rock back to meet his thrusts.

“There we go,” Tup gasps out, his grip tightening, “Kriff, you take me so good, cyare. Like your pretty pussy was made for my cock.” His hand leaves your hip to slide up your body and caress your breasts, “Like you were made for me.”

His name tumbles off your lips like a prayer, and he chuckles as he presses a kiss under your ear, “Beautiful. You’re perfect,” He praises, “I love you so much.” He nips your earlobe gently, and then sucks another mark high on your neck.

“Are you going to fall apart for me, cyar’ika?” He coos in your ear, “Are you going to cream all over my cock?”

“Yyes…please, Tup-” You’re not quite sure what you’re begging for, but he seems to know, as his free hand drags down your body and presses against your clit. Not roughly, but hard enough that you whimper and fall apart around his cock. Only able to stay on your feet by virtue of his arm wrapped tightly around you.

His thrusts become shallower as he fucks you through your orgasm, and it’s only when he’s sure that you’ve recovered enough, that he pulls out and flips you so that you’re facing him.

Your hair is sticking to your face, and you’re breathing hard, and Tup is looking at you like he’s never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

“You did so good for me,” He praises, “Can you give me another one? Just one more?”

Your arms slide around his neck, and you nod mutely. “Can. Will.”

He chuckles, and lifts you so that your legs are around his waist against, his hard cock sliding deep within you, and brushing against the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Tup presses your back against the pole and he guides your hands so that they’re clinging to the pole over your head, “There you go, just like that.” Tup whispers, “So good for me, cyare. Doing so good.”

You smile at him, it’s hard to focus with his buried so deep inside you, but you can focus enough. “Always good for Tup. Because I belong to Tup.”

He releases a shuddering groan and leans in, “Damn right you do.” Tup kisses you deeply, “And I belong to you.” He pulls away just long enough to check to make sure that you were comfortable, before he restarts the same rapid pace from earlier.

You’re definitely not going to be able to walk, or do anything, tomorrow. But you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he looks at you like you’re the most important person in the galaxy.

It tracks…after all, he’s the most important person in the galaxy to you too.

[techtalksfics]

Where's your toothpick? (Crosshair x f!Reader)

Instead of studying, I have sat here and written this fic. It's quite rushed because I actually need to get my law degree. There are no degrees from bad batch lovers. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: heavy drinking (i guess)

Word Count: 1,884

You and your best friend, Jenshay (or Jen, for short), often frequented 79s, the clone bar. You liked the stories the clones told, you liked that a fight happened every, single time. But most of all, you really liked Crosshair.

The only problem? It would seem that Crosshair did not like you.

You sighed at the thought. Shaking off your insecurities, you finished getting ready for the evening. Choosing out your favourite red dress, which tied at the waist, showed off both your figure and your breasts, you quickly push the dress over your head and pull it down.

The doorbell rang as you began to tie your dress. Swerving around furniture, you check the comm to make sure it was Jen. You had a persistent and unpleasant neighbour who always seemed to be in the corridor when you were arriving or leaving. You dreaded to think how.

Letting Jen in, you could already smell the alcohol on her breath.

“Jeez Jen,” you laughed, “already pre-drinking?”

“Always, you know me.” A rather sad statement to make, you thought. “So, you hoping for a certain silent sniper to be there this evening?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You retorted whilst fixing your hair in the mirror. Your friend snorted. You knew you liked Crosshair. She knew you liked Crosshair. Interestingly, Tech knew you liked Crosshair. So, who didn’t know at this point?

Well… Crosshair would be one of the only ones it would seem.

Grabbing your satchel, you grabbed her hand and pulled her to your door. Checking the comms for creepy neighbours quickly and seeing that the coast was clear, you both ran to the lift and left for your night out.

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As you exited the air taxi, you made sure that Jen did not trip and fall before you got to the door. So, you held her at the waist, just in case. She probably wasn’t drunk enough to be refused entry, but you didn’t want to risk it.

You’d heard the Bad Batch were temporarily in Coruscant, the first time in many, many rotations. So you did not want to miss your chance to… well, stare longingly, at Crosshair.

Luckily, you managed to get into the bar and were greeted by the Wolfpack. Your second favourite clone trooper squadron. Letting go of Jen’s waist, you were pulled into a hug by Commander Woolfe. You had grown close after he saved you from a potentially fatal mugging a few years earlier.

“It’s good to see you, kid.” His voice shouted into your ear. As you pulled back, he held you in place for a moment, his eyes fixed on you. He gave a smirk and said, “though based on those colours, it’s not this squadron you’re here to see.” He raised his eyebrow at you.

Great, is there anybody who doesn’t know, you wondered.

“There on the back table, as usual.” Woolfe hugged you once more and whispered, “I do not know what you see in that group of misfits.” Whilst returning the hug, your eyes drifted towards the back of the bar, where you saw Clone Force 99. A small smile graced your lips.

But before you could even approach them, one thing was in order. Grabbing Jen by her arm, you shouted, “SHOTS?” Liquid courage couldn’t hurt. Particularly as the sober one. She looked at you like you’d proposed marriage and shouted a big ‘yes’ back at you.

Pulling her to the bar, you managed to get the immediate attention of the bartender, who greeted you as she always does, with a smile and a ‘what can I get ya’? Like she doesn’t already know.

“Four Antakarian Fire-“ you start.

“- Fire Dancers, I should’a known.” She shakes her head and chuckles. “Coming right up.” As she prepares your drinks and Jen rambles on about her love of the Wolfpack, you take the chance to glance at the 99 boys. As your eyes drift over the familiar sights of Tech with his PADD typing away, Wrecker eating his food and Hunter broodingly watching the scenes happening before him, you noticed one thing. One off thing. Crosshair was looking directly at you and once he caught your gaze, he shifted the toothpick in his mouth from left to right and smirked.

With an embarrassed blush, you turn back to the bar and paid for the drinks which arrived right on cue.

After a ‘3, 2, 1’ countdown, you and Jen downed the first shot. The fire of the drink is undisputed, and your face squelched together from the warm, strong alcohol goes down your throat.

Because you were unlucky, Crosshair walked past at the exact moment that your face had contorted into a horrific image after taking the shot. He walked past, eyebrow raised and as usual, said nothing. Great, you cursed.

Downing the second shot in shame, you asked the bartender for a Revnog before making your way over to see your favourite clones. With a smile, you sat down next to Wrecker and offered up a ‘hello’.

“Ah, we wondered if we would see you here tonight,” Tech said, placing the PADD down temporarily. He was always willing to chat with you.

“Y/N!” Wrecker bellowed, “if it isn’t our favourite civilian!” You laughed as he spoke, grabbing you around the shoulder, pulling you in for a side hug.

“She’s the only civilian you know, Wrecker.” Crosshair commented as he made his way around the table. “Y/N, shouldn’t you be keeping an eye on Jen?” He said, pointing his toothpick at Jen. You turned and saw she had, in fact, gotten on the table to dance. You put your face in your hands and turned back to face them.

“She’d been pre-drinking before we came out.” You took a sip of your drink. “The Wolfpack are here though, so she won’t be able to do too much damage without them stepping in.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the handsome soldier. Instead, you turned your attention to Tech with an awkward cough, “what are you working on today then, Tech?”

 As Tech explained, in detail, his latest research on tactical droid schematics and tactics, you listened intently. Occasionally, your eyes would drift to Crosshair…as they always do. Usually, he does not pay attention to you but not tonight, tonight he looked at you with fiery gaze. One you could not discern. It was unsettling but you could feel your skin heating and the blush on your face darkened.

Well, at least it was dark in this place.

As you finished your drink, you announced that you were going to get a round for the table. Stumbling upwards, and cursing for your lack of grace, you made your way back to the bar. Back to safety.

Jen noticed you and clambered off the table, she flounced over to you and asked, “how’s it going the Crosshair?”

“I’d have better luck seducing a Rancor.” You moaned.

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“I don’t understand why you don’t just talk to her.” Hunter goaded Crosshair, “she’s a sweet girl.”

“I don’t like sweet things.” Crosshair retorted, taking a quick sip of his drink.

“Well, you like this sweet thing.” Wrecker’s laugh boomed around the bar which caused Crosshair to cringe, physically retreating further into the darkness.

However, he couldn’t help but look at you. Your gorgeous brown hair curling around your shoulders and back, swaying as you laughed at whatever Jen had said. You were wearing red and dark grey, his red and dark grey. Was that on purpose? He had secretly loved how you always sat with his brothers on these rare nights out. Nobody would normally do that. He also secretly loved when your green eyes always drifted towards him.

The entire Wolfpack loved you; he’d even seen you with the 501st battalion on occasion. But you always looked at him.

Secretly, and he would never admit it, he liked almost everything about you. He grumbled nothingness to himself and stayed routed in the corner.

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After a few more drinks, you decided Jen had better go home. You signalled Commander Woolf as he was always good at convincing Jen that she’d had too much.

Woolf rushed straight over and backed you up when you told Jen she should go home and sleep it off.

She whined but complied and stumbled slightly. She let out a ridiculous laugh and held her arm out to you. You held her up as she shouted, “I’m being booted from the building boys, I’ll see ya soon!” There came a number of ‘byes’ and even one ‘I’ll take you home, princess’ which was disturbing, to say the least.

Helping Jen to the door, Woolf politely held it open for you and you exited into the cool night. The air hit your lungs and the booze hit your system. Jesus, maybe you should go home too. First, Jen. Get Jen into an air taxi. So you did your duty, as you had done many times before. As the taxi sped away, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d be holding. Staring out as the speeders raced on pass the bar, you debated your next steps.

“I could go back in and try again,” you debated allowed, “who am I kidding? He’s never going to want me.”

“They say talking to yourself is a sign of insanity, you know.” Crosshair’s grizzly baritone came from behind you. You screwed your eyes shut. Of course he’s behind you right now. You turned on your heel to face him and retorted, “I never once said I was sane.” He smirked and uttered one word, true.

He took two small steps towards you, the movement was confident. He knew you couldn’t step backwards as you’d fall your death, so you were trapped. Trapped worked for him.

“So,” he said, taking the toothpick out of his mouth, “who doesn’t want you?” Knowing you were trapped, you tried to think of a quick way out of this.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was your inability to think about anything in his presence, you weren’t sure. But you uttered one word back, “you.” He took another step forward and suddenly he was close that you could feel his armour pressing against your exposed cleavage.

“I never once said I didn’t want you.” He was mimicking your words, toying with you, surely.

And yet, within the next second, his lips were on yours. The kiss was fierce, as you always thought it would be. His hands came up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss. His hands were not only holding your face to his but at this point, were holding you upright.

Your hands found his waist, pulling him closer to you. His tongue invaded your mouth, playing with yours. Toying with you, as he always does. He pulled back ever so slightly and you were worried the kiss was ending but instead, his nose rubbed over yours gently and he approached you from the other side. He deepened the kiss once again.

When he finally pulled back to look at you, you realised something. “Where’s your toothpick gone?” “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” He chuckled darkly and looked at you, with a slight squint. “I have more. Don’t worry.”

[queenofdragons12]

𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙄𝙀, the bad batch

It shouldn't be like this, you weren't meant to be here. But the Jedi Council sent you to Kallar, to a place where you could feel something was wrong, so wrong. The Force whispered of shadows clinging to the bright tapestries of life; of a dissonance threading through the melody of the universe. You stepped cautiously on this unfamiliar ground, senses heightened, knowing that whatever awaited was more than it seemed.

Your wings, black as the void between stars and speckled with their glittering essence, sliced through the crisp air. You soared above a winter wonderland that was anything but peaceful. Below, a young Padawan dashed along a snowy path, his breath puffing out in frantic clouds, with a squad of all-too-familiar troopers on his heels.

Stars and curses, you mused with a hint of amusement, your inner dragon itching for a bit of chaos. With a roar that could rival the fiercest space storm, you announced your presence. The droids, those clanking metal menaces, swiveled their heads towards the forest from whence you emerged like some mythic beast from the tales of old.

With the grace of a ballet dancer and the precision of a Jedi Knight, you positioned yourself directly above them. A mere flick of your majestic wings sent you gliding into attack position. Then, with a dramatic flair worthy of the grandest stage, you unleashed a torrent of blue fire from your maw, turning the droids into a scrapyard bonfire.

Just then, as if on cue for comedic relief, the Bad Batch bulldozed through the trees, each member looking more bewildered than the last. "Talk about making an entrance," one of them quipped, eyeing the fiery spectacle you'd created.

The biggest of them, Wrecker, let out a dismayed sound that could only be described as the most endearing grunt of surprise. The other troopers just triangulated their gazes as you landed with a thud on the snowy ground, sending a flurry of white powder in all directions.

The Padawan rushed up to you, embracing your leg with the fearlessness of youth. "Nightshaper, you're here!" he beamed up at you, his eyes shining with relief and admiration. You purred, a deep, gurgling sound vibrating from your throat, and dipped your massive head to give the brave young Padawan a gentle nudge. It was a moment of warmth amidst the cold, a touch of humor in the face of danger—a perfect snapshot of the chaos you both lived for.

You turned to face the Batch, young Caleb still clinging to your leg. "Hello again," you said, your voice as smooth as a river and as glorious as birdsong. The Batch exchanged puzzled looks.

"Uh, do we know you?" asked Echo, his visor reflecting a hint of confusion.

You snorted, smoke curling around your black horns in an almost playful display of your power. Stepping forward, Caleb got the hint and released his grip on you.

"You do," you affirmed, lowering your head to meet the gaze of all five men. Your presence was undeniable, a force of nature with a touch of mystery, and a sense of humor that seemed to dance in the air like the very smoke that wreathed your horns.

"Don't think we do," Crosshair retorted, his arms crossed as he studied you from top to bottom with that sharpshooter's scrutiny. "And you took out our objective."

His words were pointed, but there was a flicker of intrigue behind that stoic facade. He might not remember you, but your actions had certainly made an impression.

A chuckle made the troopers freeze up before they realized it was you. Your forked tongue flicked out to lick the air, playfully catching a snowflake that melted instantly. You smirked and turned to face Hunter, the leader of this batch of clones.

"Surely the leader of this batch remembers the scent of the Indoraptor that saved their sorry asses," you teased with a hint of mirth in your voice, reminding them of past adventures where your paths had crossed—and where you had been the difference between their victory and defeat.

Hunter's head tilted slightly, a silent question forming as his eyes narrowed. Then, with a sharp intake of breath that cut through the cold air, he reached up and pulled off his helmet. "Nyx? Is it really you? I thought you died," he said, his voice a mix of shock and a hope he hadn't felt in a long time.

The rest of the Batch seemed to turn to stone, the news hitting them like a blaster bolt. "Nyx?" Tech repeated, his hand absentmindedly going to his head, pushing back against the logic that had been challenged. "That can't be possible. The reports... they all confirmed her death at Mandalore."

The moment hung between them, heavy with the ghosts of past battles and the weight of a history rewritten. There you were, Nyx, the shadow that had slipped through death's fingers, standing before them as if conjured from their deepest memories—a tale not yet finished.

Your throat bobbed, and they all watched as your head tipped up, snout to the air, in that characteristic way of yours. Laughter rang out, smooth and playful as always, filling the space between the snowflakes.

"It is me, Tech. Trust me," you said, your voice carrying the warmth of familiarity. "And those reports are overly exaggerated. I didn't die; I simply..." You trailed off, a dramatic pause hanging in the air before you lifted a claw. It was sharp, pristine white ivory that gleamed even under the muted light, a testament to transformation. "Transformed."

Wrecker's laughter, a deep and infectious rumble, filled the air as he stepped forward, arms outstretched to embrace you in his customary bear hug. However, Crosshair, ever the embodiment of caution, extended an arm to halt his brother-in-arms. "That can't be possible. No one survives a gunfight like that, least of all Nyx," he stated with a cool detachment, his voice a fortress of skepticism.

Your gaze, sharp and piercing as shards of ice, locked onto him. With measured grace, you closed the distance between you until your snout barely grazed the cold metal of his chest armor. "I knew you'd be the pessimist, little Cross. You always were," you taunted, your tone laced with a playful edge. "You don't remember when I made you cry out my name, do you?"

The words hung heavy, a challenge thrown down before him. A flush crept up Crosshair's neck, a rare show of emotion from the stoic sniper, yet he remained motionless, a statue under your scrutiny.

With a subtle flare of your nostrils and a knowing smirk playing on your lips, you circled your tongue around your jaws, a casual display of confidence. "Huh. That's what I thought," you declared, leaving no room for doubt, your presence commanding the respect of legends whispered in the halls of soldiers.

You turned to the others with a warm smile softening your features. "But I am here, and I am back. Sorry it took so long to find you," you said, your voice carrying the weight of unspoken stories and the warmth of rekindled camaraderie. The sincerity in your tone bridged the gap of time and battle, reaffirming bonds that had never truly been severed.

Hunter reached out, pressing a hand to your snout with a familiarity that spoke of shared history. You purred, allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability as you closed your eyes, just taking in his scent. It was comforting, familiar, and you realized just how much you had missed it—missed their scent. The unique blend of each member of the Batch was a reminder of the camaraderie you once shared, now reignited in this unexpected reunion.

And in that moment, with the warmth of connection and the silent vows exchanged through touch and presence, you knew—you would never, ever leave them again.

[l-lend]

This is part of the @cloneficgiftexchange. The person I got was: @captainpains

I hope you enjoy some Victory Ball AU with Captain Rex

Prompt used: "You think you're hilarious, don't you?" "Yes, yes I do."

Warning(s): a touch of angst if you squint, fluff, shenanigans

Word Count: 836 Words

@locitapurplepink, @burningfieldof-clover, @writing-positivelyexisting, @rain-on-kamino

Your bottom lip remained captured between your teeth as the speeder came to a stop. The building looming over the city streets twinkled in the night. A beacon for personnel to gather while dressed to the nines. A hand curled around yours, smoothing over your knuckles.

“Ready?”

“Rex, are you sure?”

The captain's smile offered slight relief to your nerves, “I'd have the pleasure of escorting no one else.”

The corners of your lips twitched as your cheeks gained some warmth. Your free hand tracing over the fabric of your formal attire. The door slid open with a whispered hiss. The low hum of chatter from the sea of dress uniforms accented with their partners for the evening wrapped in shades that match the colors typically adorning their armor.

He extended his hand to stabilize your ascent. His gentle grip a tether ushering you into the bright lights and décor. Once inside, the air carried an electricity of restless troopers charged up from crowded flights to Coruscant and enough spirits to drown a sarlacc.

“Where t-”

“Rex!”

If they were not out in the open, the captain would have attempted to drag you away from the grinning trooper closing in. The captain sighed and swept a hand over his close kept blonde hair before the other trooper was in ear shot.

“Cyare, this is Arc Tr-”

“Just Fives is fine,” He greeted, extending a hand for you to shake.

His smile growing as his eyes went from your face, to the captain's and back to you.

“So this is the lovely creature that has the captain's eye.” Fives chuckled, “Thanks by the way. Rex would let us go early any time you called.”

A giggle slipped past your lips at taking in Rex's pout, “Glad I could help.”

“He's got good taste. You look better in our colors than we do.”

Rex's arm curled around your waist as he eyed his subordinate, “I couldn't agree more.”

Footsteps skittered against the polished floor. The soft squealing of dress shoes on the surface in an attempt to slow down.

“Fives!” huffed another trooper, “Hardcase...trying to...outdrink...big guy...from 99.”

The arc trooper raised a brow, “This I gotta see,” He shot a parting grin, “You two have fun, alright?”

The pair of troopers took their leave with Fives launching a two fingered salute. The captain shook his head with the hint of a chuckle as soon as the pair of troopers were out of earshot.

“They'll be the death of me.” He murmured, soon offering a smile.

“Shall we?”

With your own smile creeping across your lips, you crossed the threshold entering a space set aside for the main event. The dance floor changing hues as droids adjusted lights to music. A throng of troopers and dates alike crowded the floor. Dances ranging from sweet and chaste to motions that would be provocative even in the confines of clone bars.

Music cut through any dance floor chatter as another song began. The clone captain studied your expression. Your glances to what drew your attention; that sparkle in your eyes he never tired of. When you turned your gaze back to him, his hand swept out to the floor before you.

Your hand slipped into his, surrendering to the undertow of the dance floor. A hand cradling your lower back as you both found place within the rhythm. Your features creasing as he moved. Never once jostling you despite the movements of other dancers. You closed the distance. Your free hand inching higher along his shoulder.

“You think you're hilarious, don't you?”

He chuckled, “Yes, yes I do.”

Your pursed your lips, “You said you couldn't dance.”

“Thought I'd surprise you.”

“So was it Jesse or Commander Tano that was your practice partner?”

“...General Skywalker called in a favor with Senator Amidala.”

The sight before of the calm and composed captain of the 501st Legion avoiding your eyes, warmed your heart. However it was the dusting of along the tips of his ears drew you closer until your lips graced his cheek. A gesture that was chaste, but also a spark which could light an inferno if left unchecked.

“Pulling out all the stops tonight? I'm honored.”

“It's a special night.” He replied, continuing his guidance in your own section of the dance floor, “The galaxy and my brothers are safe.”

The warmth in your chest unfurled like a slumbering loth cat prompting you to reorient your arms to envelop him: A clone who had seen unspeakable horrors on the battle field, yet refused to let the life he never asked for turn him bitter and jaded.

His hand began a soothing circuit along your back. Fingertips barely making their presence known.

“You alright, Cyare?”

You looked to him; his feature twisted in concern. The lights of the venue seemed to cast him in a halo.

Your lips crashed onto his. The embers resting in your chest roaring to life. Much too soon, lips parted for air.

“I'm glad you're here.”

[ladyzirkonia]

Captain Vaughn

Hey my beloved clone enthusiasts I need your help! After seeing this man on my dash board today, I can't get him out of my head. I love that a character like Fox, who played such a little role in canon, has become such a cool character because of the community. So show Captain Vaughn your love, we can do that for this man too! Share your headcannons and if you feel like it maybe art and spread the love!

I will try to summarize the whole thing at the end and this is where I start:

Music Enthusiast: Vaughn loves music and is an exceptionally good dancer. Although normally reserved, Vaughn becomes a graceful and mesmerizing dancer when the music hits. He has a natural sense of rhythm and can move effortlessly to the music and hee occasionally surprises his clone troopers with impromptu dance sessions to lighten the mood.

Protector and Mentor: Despite his tough exterior, Captain Vaughn has a softer side when it comes to his troops. He takes on the role of a mentor and protector, ensuring the well-being and development of his clone troopers. Vaughn goes out of his way to support and guide his soldiers, earning their loyalty and respect in return.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano Fic Recs

I'm posting this today for @theadmiralbitch happy birthday!!! 🎂

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

a worthwhile endeavour by wrennette -Rated G

They were currently at nearly 36 hours since Obi-Wan last slept, which meant that tonight, they'd be breaking out the big guns. Ahsoka knew the routine by now, the major points practiced enough that she could improvise a little to keep her Master from catching on. Co-Commanders Tano and Cody have a plan.

Mall Rat Ahsoka by phoenixyfriend - Rated G

Ahsoka falls into the mall fountain, gets fished out by a security guard, and gets Obi-Wan to lie and claim he's her father to get out of trouble. It works.

Diplomacy by Phosphorescent - Rated G

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka's mission to Tatooine does not go according to plan. Anakin's really going to be sorry he missed this... “The Mighty Jabba has been looking for a new dancer ever since our last one… required replacement,” the droid said. It moved closer, head swiveling back and forth between the two Jedi. “You are a fit specimen. Please report to the tailor droid for a fitting of your dancing outfit.” Ahsoka had her lightsaber in hand and ignited practically before the droid had finished speaking.

The Thread That Binds Us by Did_you_see_the_light_in_my_heart - Rated G

Ahsoka is running out of time to get her formal robes for the Yearly Ball For All Sentient Beings and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to get Anakin's attention long enough to help her solve the problem. But maybe someone else can help her. “Tell me, my dear, what’s troubling you?” Master Kenobi asks. She lowers her fork and stops, swallowing hard. “I… I don’t have anything to wear for the ball,” she says quietly. Set early in Ahsokas apprenticeship. Relationships are still fresh.

Accepting Emotion by LazarusII - Rated G

Dealing with the stress and anxiety of being a prospective Padawan, Ahsoka Tano struggles to manage her emotions. Obi-Wan Kenobi finds her practicing in the dojo, confidence in tatters. His words make all the difference.

Chosen, not assigned by Lysore - Rated G

"It looks like our problems are solved. Fresh troops, new supplies, and perhaps they brought my new Padawan with them," Obi-Wan had said. Though there seemed to be a misunderstanding regarding the identity of the Master of said Padawan.

carried in your heart by grumpyhedgehogs - Rated G

“I am always with you.” Obi-Wan tells her. Her heart thumps painfully in her chest as her grandmaster rests his palm over it. The organ betrays her, beats away like it can crack her ribs apart and slip between them to leap into Obi-Wan’s chest and stay there with him, always. Slowly, tentatively, Ahsoka lets Obi-Wan guide her to rest her own palm over his heart. It pulses under her fingers, reminding Ahsoka at least one Jedi still lives on. “You are always with me.”

Negotiator's Garden by NyeLung - Rated G

The curious thing is that the clone troopers keep bringing Master Kenobi those cuttings, he accepts them gratefully and then he puts them in soil and waters them and they don't wither and die. They should wither and die. That Alderaani snow zherry cannot withstand hyperspace travel. That Kashyyyk begonia is carnivorous and what Master Kenobi has put into the soil as roots are actually the tentacles it uses to catch prey. The oneshot where Obi-Wan is most likely some kind of space fae, Ahsoka is a botany nerd and there's debatably sentient plants.

these battle scars (don't look like they're fading) by CallToMuster - Rated T

If there was one thing Ahsoka knew about her grandmaster, it was that he hated medical treatment and those who gave it. She just never knew why.

Waiting and Learning by otherhawk - Rated G

During a brief period of time when Ahsoka Tano is working with the 212th under Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka takes part in a mission to obtain separatist codes. Unfortunately the mission involves a lot of downtime without much entertainment as they wait for an ambush. Along the way Ahsoka gets to know her grandmaster better and makes some new friends.

[shadowmaat]

talk it up

Random theory of the day:

Some of the clones, particularly the older ones and Commanders, know a smattering of Mando'a. Not because they feel like they're Mandalorians, though. No, they learned it because it's what their trainers spoke when they wanted to say things without the troopers understanding them. They learned it out of spite so they could eavesdrop and learn what to expect or which sib might be in trouble, or whatever rumors the trainers passed along.

The clones pick up languages quickly. Part of that is genetic tinkering, part of it is for "tactical advantage" (as above), and partly they just like to learn.

Battalions tend to pick up the language of their General, where possible. Low Nautila, which is "spoken" underwater, consists mostly of pheromones, body movements, and a little sign. That's a bit beyond the troopers. High Nautila, however, which was designed to be spoken above the waves (and yes, the names are definitely a joke designed by the Nautolans) is more verbal and Kit's troopers pick up as much as they can. Including a lot of very creative swears that Kit is only too happy to pass along.

Aayla's troopers pick up Ryl easily enough and can use it both to chat amongst themselves and, occasionally, impress dancers and waitstaff at bars.

Obi-Wan taught his troopers "Stewjoni," which they thought was from his native world. When they learned it was something he and his friends made up as Junior Padawans they fought back by making up words of their own (some borrowed from their sibs in other battalions), leaving Obi-Wan a bit bemused- and amused- when they started peppering in words and phrases he didn't know. [Stewjon: "Stew" for Master Stewinski, who taught their Philosophy of Language class and "Jon" for Jonnuki, a character on their favorite holoshow who always mixed up her words.]

Troopers with wookiee generals tend to go through a lot of throat-soothing teas and lozenges. If they get their pronunciations wrong their generals are happy to help, usually by finding ways to say things that are easier on human throats. The workarounds can get a bit fanciful but everyone (troopers and Jedi alike) are very pleased with the results.

Words and phrases also get traded back and forth between battalions. You can usually tell which units are friendly with each other by listening to what languages they speak.

Not always, though; sometimes troopers will also pick up stuff while on missions. Or by spending too much time in multi-species bars. Or, of course, the dreaded holonet. Posting may be monitored, but reading is less regulated. Especially if there's a slicer around.

[saggitary]

Ok I don’t know where I saw it but I saw someone’s headcanon that Jedi learn how to dance for like political stuff. They learn different cultures dances so if they need to attend a formal event during peace times they can respect the different cultures and I really liked that idea.

Masters could pass down certain dances to their students and some lineages might even have a signature style they do really well. They also teach classes at the temple so Jedi can learn dances from the planet and culture they came from.

Fast forward to the war and there isn’t as much time for masters to teach their students so it becomes a required course that Padawans take. The teachers make videos for their students so they can practice on the Venators and perform once they find themselves back in Coruscant.

Obi-Wan is a good dancer and made sure that Anakin knew how to dance. Anakin can dance but he’s not the best at it and doesn’t enjoy it as much as Obi-Wan does so whenever Obi-Wan finds himself on the 501st’s ship, he makes sure to dance with Ahsoka.

Ahsoka likes dancing, she readily picked up on performance styles like ballet, it also helps translate over to her fighting style. She’s always happy when her grandmaster offers to help her with partner dances but he isn’t always around when she needs him. Anakin helped her a little bit but she could tell he would rather be else where so she quickly gave up on him. This left her to turn to her next best option: the Clone troopers.

When Ahsoka first asks Rex if he can help her with dancing, he’s very confused. He never leaned how to dance nor did he think he’d ever need to. However Ahsoka was happy to reach him so he could in turn help her learn. She had to learn a style of partner dancing called Swing Dancing, so she had to teach Rex the leading part first. Other troopers stopped in the training rooms to watch and joke around much to Rex’s annoyance.

After an hour Rex was exhausted.

“Alright thank you Rex for helping me today.” Ahsoka told him.

“Don’t know how much I helped kid.” He huffed with a laugh.

Someone cleared their throat behind them.

“Could I maybe try sir?”

Ahsoka turned to see Echo standing behind them.

Turns out he’d been watching the dance lesson for a while and had begun to pick up on the ques and steps.

Ahsoka was surprised at how quickly the ARC picked up on it once she started instructing him. She could tell Echo was enjoying it as well, which made it more fun.

Once other troopers saw the ARC start to learn, they also asked to be taught, most picking up the skill easily.

Next time Obi-Wan is on board, he’s surprised to walk in to see Jesse waltzing across the training room with Ahsoka.

[mereelskirata]

Not me making this list just so I can remember all these characters and where they are in the universe. Nope. Not I.

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Star Wars OCs:

Axi "Axil" Taarki (She/Her) - Mechanic (Sigr's padawan in Jedi!AU)

Veenirdyn Sigr (Nero Sinclair Jedi/SW!AU) (They/Them) - Jedi Knight, General of (idfk still thinking about it), retrieval of ancient Jedi artifacts. Smoocher of Captain Keeli . Totallynottheonlyreasonwhythisauexistsinthefirstplace Still working on background things for him!

Tinali (Xe/Xey/Xem) - Clothing Store Owner, Lock's S/O.

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Clones (All assigned to Sigr and Axil in AU)

Hope (He/Him) - Medic, 212th

Rain - (He/Him) Heavy Gunner, 212th

Laughter (He/Him) - Riot Trooper, Coruscant Guard post-Umbara (originally 501st)

Bruiser (He/Him) - ARC Trooper, 104th

Ten-Four (They/Them) - Captain, Coruscant Guard

Lock (He/Him) - Massiff Unit, Coruscant Guard

Mal (He/Him) - Medic, 41st

Cariad - Pilot, Unknown

Hops (She/Her) - Heavy Gunner, Unknown

Needles (Any) - Medic, Unknown

Fuse - Commando, Vespa Squad

Cuyan - Commando, Vespa Squad

Wraith - Commando, Vespa Squad

Crow - Commando, Vespa Squad

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Non Star Wars/Fandom OCs:

Aoife Dia - Final Fantasy XV - Hunter - Pinterest

Asher Madain - Final Fantasy XV/Kingsglaive - Kingsglaive - Pinterest

Nero Sinclair - Final Fantasy XIV - Warrior of Light

Cora Thuraine - Final Fantasy XIV - Dancer - Pinterest

Arethasgr - Dragon - Pinterest

Avery Shay - Doctor - Pinterest

Shiloh - Medium - Pinterest

Sebastian Blake - Barista - Pinterest Cain Holt - Hitman - Pinterest

1419- M "Max" - Android - Pinterest

[nopynopa]

Trip to Bayuka

part 8 : Waxer x Jaci

Warning: none

A/N: I’m not really good in English, but I will improve it. I created Jaci’s character to love children just like Waxer so they can have a good chemistry 🥰

It started at they got on duchess Ranee’s private ship. Senator Amata said it was boring that just sitting and waiting for arriving on Bayuka so she persuaded everyone to join her in karaoke room. Absolutely, Waxer and Jaci joined her. They sang love song together. Cherrish said they were very good singers. Not only singing together, but they danced together also. Amata sang, and everybody danced with their couples. Jaci never expected that clone troopers were good dancers.

“Me again ?” Jaci said when Amata gave her a microphone.

“The last song” Cherrish said and yawned.

“Singing together ?” Jaci turned to Waxer who looked sleepy.

Waxer sang the last song with Jaci. In karaoke room, there were less than ten people left although there were more than twenty people when the party started. Some had gone to bed already. After they had finished their last song, they went to bed, and slept for long next days.

After Ranee’s ship arrived at the capital city of Bayuka, everyone disappeared to their trip. Jaci and Waxer had to hurry because their gate pretty far.

“You don’t have to hurry like that” Jaci told him while they were running to the gate. “It half hour left!”

“Sorry, I’m just too excited” He said.

“Who isn’t excited? We are going to one of top ten traveling cities” She said.

They got on the ship which brought them to the city on mountains. The ship flew over thin fog. They could see wild and mountain below. The ship landed on top of mountain. There was a city here! On top of the mountain! There were glass bridges and ferris wheels connected with other mountains. After they had gotten off the ship, Waxer suddenly ran toward edge. He could see thin fog like endless sea.

“Tomorrow fog will ticker” Jaci said from behind. “In the past, they had to walk to other mountains”

“It must be difficult” Waxer said. Jaci nodded.

“Do you want to cross a bridge ?” She asked.

“Sure!” He answered.

On a bridge, Waxer were standing with his shaking legs. He looked below, and his face paled. “It’s too high! I can’t do it” He yelled.

“Just close your eyes so you don’t know how high you are” She yelled. “Hurry up”

“B…but how can I see if my eyes are closing” He yelled. Lucky enough that no one was here, so no one complained about their noise. Jaci walked toward him. She led her hand on his shoulder.

“Walking together ?” She held his hand. They walked until they reached the other side. There was a little boy crying. Jaci looked around and nobody around them.

“Are you okay young one” She asked the little boy.

“I’m scared” He sobbed.

“You know, I’m scared too, but I have her with me. Maybe we can stay with you until your parents found you” Waxer console the boy.

“What are you doing here alone” She asked him with her sweet voice.

“I played hide and seek with my brother. Now I’m lost” He began to cry.

“It’s okay” She stroked his back. “Maybe we can help you find your brother” She offered him a help. The boy nodded.

“Alright let’s go. What is your name little one” Waxer held his one hand, and Jaci held the others.

“Nick” The boy answered.

“Nice to meet you Nick. My name is Waxer this my girlfriend Jaci” Waxer said while they were walking through the glass bridge.

They walked until they passed the bridge. A boy was running toward them. He stopped in front of them and breathed heavily. The little boy released his hand from them, and ran to the other boy.

“Nott!” The little boy said while he was running.

“Finally found you, mama not gonna kill me” He hugged the little boy.

“So you’re Nick’s brother ?” Waxer asked the boy who just ran toward them.

“Yes, and you ?” He answered him.

“I’m Waxer and this is Jaci. I found your brother alone on the bridge” Waxer told him.

“Oh we played hide and seek together. I thought I gonna lost him” Nott said. “Thank you” Two boy walked away. Nick moved his hand to say goodbye to them, and they did the same thing.

“They pretty cute brothers right ?” Jaci smiled at him. “If I had sons, I’d like them be just like them” Waxer’s face turned red.

“They will be cute. Don’t you want daughters ?” He said with his shaking voice, and didn’t look at her face.

“Absolutely not, girls are very cute, aren’t they ? You have been with Numa” She answered him immediately. “I think they’re cute so I want my children to be just like that no matter they’re boys or girls”

They went to check in at hotel. It wasn’t that big, but it looked comfortable and warm. There were many trees in the garden. They sat on a bench under a tree. Jaci laid on Waxer’s lap. They looked up to the tree which had fruit on it.

“I wish Boil came here” Waxer said.

“Ahhh I think he’s having a great time in the sea” Jaci said.

The next day, they sat on a ferris wheel. The fog was thicker than the day before. It just like they flew above clouds. They still see trees below, they were green, but some were blue, yellow, orange and pink.

“Beautiful right ?” Jaci asked him.

“Absolutely” He answered while looking below. “Look!” He pointed at a big pink bird that flew pass their ferris wheel. Then a big group flew pass them. Jaci moved to his side. The gab between them was less than centimeter. She turned to him, but her lips touched his cheeks, made its color just like the birds.

[vodika-vibes]

This is the Masterlist for all of the Follower Event Requests

Vodika-vibes Follower Celebration Announcement - ENDED

Love and Loyalty - Commander Cody x F jedi!Reader Fairy Tales - Captain Rex x F!Reader Affection Returned - Alpha-17 x Reader I Promise - ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader It Could Be Love - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader The Promise - Captain Rex x F!Reader Tiny Dancer - TBB Tech x F!Reader So This Is Love - ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader You're Late - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader A Promise Made - TBB Tech x F!Reader Accidental Injury - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader Accidents Happen - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader Lust For Life - TBB Echo x F!Reader Please Watch Me - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader Fireworks - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader Did You Know - TBB Tech x F!Reader Welcome Home - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader Regrets - Commander Fox x F!Reader The Journal - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader (Smut) Fathers and Daughters - TBB Hunter & TBB Omega It Wasn't Love At First Sight - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader (smut) I Don't Want To Forget - Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader It's A Secret - Captain Rex x F!Reader (Smut) For The Love Of A Sniper - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader On Your Order - Clone Commando Fixer x F!Reader For Eternity - Commander Cody x F!Reader Burning Hot - Demon!Alpha-17 x F!Reader (Smut) Homecoming - Clone Commando Boss x F!Reader (smut) A New Love - Commander Fox x F!Reader A Confession - Darman Skirata x F!Reader (spicy) The Journal pt II - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader (smut)