#ghostofskywalker.cloneuary

[ghostofskywalker]

Hello, can I request something angsty for your Clone-Uary? It would technically be Reader x Hunter but I really want to see unrequieted Reader x Crosshair if you'd be willing to write it

hi!! this was such a fun prompt to explore and i really hope you enjoy my interpretation!!

Through the Flimsi-Thin Walls

words: 1,185

summary: After the destruction of Tantiss, the Bad Batch stop by the home of an ally to recover for a few rotations. Crosshair had never met you before, and his heart is crushed when he realizes the relationship you shared with his brother.

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He would never admit it, but Crosshair was enamored from the first time he saw you. Exhaustion was running high in his brain after he and he and his brothers had barely escaped Tantiss with Omega (and their lives), and when he first stepped off the ship to see you standing in front of the small bungalow you called home, his first thought was that you had to be some kind of angel. 

You were actually a Jedi, which he supposed was close enough, even though his spirits were immediately crushed when he saw the way you looked at Hunter. And when he learned that you had traveled with the Batch after he returned to the Empire, the way you practically ran into his arms before he had even stepped off the ship started to make a little more sense. 

After quick introductions were made you ushered them into the home, where the scent of something baking was quite possibly the best thing he’d ever smelled. You were so nice to him, and it made him fall in love even more. Even if you didn’t wear your heart on your sleeve, he probably still wouldn’t have made his feelings known to you, because deep down he understood why anyone with half a brain would choose Hunter over him, a battered soldier missing a hand and most of his value. 

You wrapped Omega in a hug as if you had done it a thousand times before as you joked quietly with Hunter, and Crosshair purposefully looked away from Echo’s knowing expression. Instead, he turned around and moved back into the darkness of the hallway, where rooms had been set up for them to recover from the perils of their journey. He had originally believed the plan was for them to return to Pabu after catching their breath for a few rotations, but now he wasn’t so sure. You had clearly put down roots on whatever this planet was, and it was also clear that Hunter felt the same way about you that you did about him, so would he willingly leave? 

***

This cot was too kriffing soft, Crosshair decided, as he tossed and turned through the night. Sleep had decided to evade him this evening, and he could only spend so much time with his eyes closed before he lost his mind completely. To make matters worse, he could hear voices in the next room, and he immediately knew which of his brothers was awake.

Wrecker’s snoring from the couch in the other room could be probably heard two systems away, and when his brother wasn’t making the house sound like a busted landspeeder was passing through, he could hear Omega take soft breaths in and out as she snoozed on a cot that matched Crosshair’s, against the opposite wall. Echo snored too, but despite sleeping a few feet away on the bed, he was nowhere as loud as Wrecker. 

Hunter had no cot in this room or space on the couch, and his voice was one of the ones that passed gently through the barrier between rooms. Crosshair sucked in a breath, and even though his hearing was in no way as good as Hunter’s, it was clear that his senses were still heightened. The things that usually granted him advantages in a battle setting were now haunting his mind, and the only saving grace was the fact that he was unable to see you at this moment, with your head no doubt resting against Hunter’s chest. 

“When you all return to Pabu-” 

“What are you talking about?” 

There was a beat of silence before you answered. “Hunter, you can’t stay here.” 

“Why not?” 

“It's too dangerous,” you said, voice soft. “For the first time since she left Kamino, Omega is not actively being hunted by the Empire, and the research she was being sought out for was destroyed.” 

What sounded like lips against skin sounded through the wall the moment you took a breath, and then Hunter spoke in response seconds later. “Exactly.” 

“Hunter, I’m a Jedi,” you said, a little louder this time, and Crosshair immediately understood the point that his brother did not seem to catch. “The bounty on my head will never depreciate, and the Empire will never stop looking for the remnants of the Order. Staying here would put all of you right back in the path of danger, and I care about you and your brothers too much to let you do that to yourselves.”

“All of us?” 

Your laugh carried through the walls a little easier than your words did, but he didn’t get a chance to hear your response before Echo’s voice cut through his thoughts. “I knew it.” 

Crosshair’s head whipped around to stare at his brother, and spoke softly as to not disturb Omega. “Knew what?” 

“How you feel about her,” Echo said, as if it was obvious. “For a tactical commando with the reputation you have, you really don’t have a very good sabacc face.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Crosshair responded. “I barely know her.” Echo just smiled, and Crosshair knew immediately that his lie would never be believed. “Fine.” 

“It’s easy to see why,” Echo said, shrugging. “We used to work together on the occasional 501st mission, and I think half my squad mates joked about asking her out at some point. She never noticed though.” 

“She clearly noticed Hunter.”

Echo nodded. “They met at a time when both of them had just lost a lot of what they once knew, and I think it was a comfort to know that someone else shared those feelings, both positive and negative.” 

“Do you think he’ll actually leave here?” The question came bubbling out of Crosshair’s mouth before he could pull it in. 

Echo cocked his head to the side as he thought. “Maybe. It’ll probably depend on what you, Wrecker, and Omega want to do, because I doubt he’d stay here without thinking of anyone else.” 

“I might want to go with you,” Crosshair responded. “Wrecker has much more of a place on Pabu than I ever did, and I don’t want to sit by as the Empire continues to grow.” Echo’s eyes flitted downward as he spoke, and Crosshair raised his eyebrows. “What? You want to be the only one missing a hand among Rex’s group?” 

“I guess we can get you a scomp link too.” 

“Absolutely not. I want fingers, even if they’re made of durasteel.” 

The two of them laughed for a moment, and thankfully Omega slept right through it. “In all seriousness, I’d be honored to fight alongside you again,” Echo said, and Crosshair couldn’t help but feel a smile start to pull at his lips. 

He could still hear snippets of your conversation from the next room over as he laid back down on the cot, but he was able to successfully ward off the jealousy this time. You (and Hunter) deserved peace and happiness after all that you’ve endured, even if it wasn’t with him. 

Besides, he didn’t think he was quite done fighting 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]

i've always flirted with the idea of doing a clone themed october instead of the 31 fics/31 characters i usually do, but i really like the way i've come to do fictober, so i've decided to do something to ring in the new year!

7/15 request slots taken!

to request, send me an ask with one of the clones from the list below and a prompt! it can be a dialogue prompt, a situational prompt, a trope prompt, whatever your heart desires! if for some reason it's a prompt i am unable to accept, i'll let you know :)

you can use this prompt list if you'd like, but there's no requirement to do so!

clones: hunter, crosshair, tech, echo, rex, cody, wolffe, fox, thorn, fives, kix, jesse, howzer, fixer, scorch, sev, boss

other quick guidelines (if you have any questions about them just let me know!):

i don't write smut (i will do certain tropes that require implied/fade to black, but that's going to depend on the prompt)

padawan!readers will only be written as platonic

please specifically whether you want a fem!reader (she/her pronouns) or gender neutral reader (either they/them pronouns or no pronouns). if you don’t specify it will just end up being whatever catches my fancy as i write it.

you can send them on anonymous or not, i don’t mind either way!

please no blood relation to any canon characters (i write every reader as race neutral), and nothing to do with pregnancy or the reader having biological children

basically, unless it's a specifically stated no-no above, if you want to see me write something and you're unsure about whether or not i'll do it, ask! while i won't force myself to write things i'm personally uncomfortable with, i will never make you feel bad for asking :)

i've always been afraid to do request slots because i worry people will hold back and not request if they believe others have already taken the spots, but i also don't want to feel too overwhelmed when i'm writing. i think 15 is a nice compromise between those two fears, and i'll keep an updated count so people can see the status of things as times goes on. and besides, if i'm flying through requests, i can always amend that number!