#the great galactic gift gathering

[littletroggo]

Commander & Caf

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gift for @lonewolflupe for the @galactic-gift-gathering just an average day for the corries...

[totallywizard07]

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@galactic-gift-gathering prompt ‘downtime’ for @littletroggo

Just some Echo and Cross chilling in Echo’s hammock in the barracks one fine late afternoon. There’s just something about a crisp early evening sun, even if it is raining ☀️

I hope you like it!

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I’m sorry if Fives’ and Echo’s kamas are the wrong colours, I was so close to being done and didn’t want to Google it 😅

[blackseafoam]

Wish fill for @leapingbadger for the @galactic-gift-gathering !!

Prompt: “missed connection”

This was just a quick doodle but it was a composition that got stuck in my head when I read this prompt!! It got me thinking about Jesse’s potentially complex feelings about Fives. What did Kix tell him about their interaction? Did he feel like he was replacing Fives when he was made an arc trooper? What did he do when Kix disappeared?

[tlmtwelve]

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@galactic-gift-gathering : Gift for @akingnotaprincess

Prompt: Nature

[galactic-gift-gathering]

Tag Game!!

The last Star Wars character saved in your camera roll is the one you have to (get to?) go to on a dangerous, high stakes mission with.

Who is going with you?

(And is it a good or a bad thing??)

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[lonewolflupe]

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'Pictionary' for @tlmtwelve

Fives made sure Rex was gonna sweat it during pictionary-night (the Aurebesh prompt on the note reads 'Anidala')

[kybercrystals94]

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This story was written for @nerdyduckrants and their prompt “Snow”…they wanted something with the Bad Batch and full of family fluff 🖤 Thank you for the fun prompt, and for being an amazing part of this fandom ☺️

Snow Day

Read here on Ao3!

Rated: G | Words: 1365

“Crosshair’s on my team!” Omega announces, latching herself to Crosshair’s arm as if one of their brothers might try to bodily snatch him away. 

Crosshair groans, and halfheartedly tries to shake her off, but Omega holds fast, grinning wildly from under her knitted hat. Her face is already turning pink from the cold because she refused to wear the matching scarf Hunter had tried to wrap around her. 

“Maybe I don’t want to be on your team,” Crosshair grumbles.

Omega snorts. “Liar.”

He is a liar, but he’ll never ever admit it out loud. Just like he’ll never admit that the fact that she chose him over either Wrecker or Hunter gives him a sickeningly, sticky warm feeling under his rib cage where his heart is. 

A year ago, Crosshair thought if he never saw snow again it would be too soon. And yet somehow, willingly, he is standing in the stuff halfway up to his knees, all because Omega has never had a proper “snow day.” Where Hunter managed to find all this cold weather gear on short notice is beyond him, but Omega’s weeklong dream of having a snowball fight with her brothers is coming to fruition.  

“I guess teams are decided then,” Hunter says with a grin, and nearly faceplants in the snow when Wrecker sidles up to him and slaps him on the back.

“Me and you, Hunt! We’ll show ‘em how it's done!” the giant crows.

Omega swings from Crosshair’s still captive arm. “No! We’ll show you, won’t we, Crosshair?”

“They won’t know what hit them,” Crosshair agrees, smirking. 

“Hey, no putting ice in your snowballs,” Hunter says sternly. 

Wrecker adds, “Or rocks.” 

“Why would someone do that?” Omega asks, aghast. 

“Because two someones figured out the accuracy of a snowball was increased with added weight,” Hunter says.

Wrecker coughs, “Crosshair. Tech.”

Omega laughs.

“Those someones were right,” Crosshair returns, “But three other someones were being tubies about it, even though they were literally wearing armor and it didn’t hurt them at all.”

“It was the principle!” Wrecker declares. 

“Well, we’re not wearing armor now,” Hunter says. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes. “Fine. I’ll teach Omega how to make boring, regular snowballs. Happy?” 

Hunter gives his youngest brother a look and changes the subject. “Alright, we have twenty minutes to prepare for the fight.” 

“Starting now!” Wrecker cries and dashes away. 

With an indignant noise of protest, Hunter takes off after his teammate, leaving Crosshair and Omega on their own. 

Omega looks up at Crosshair. “What do we do first?” 

“First,” Crosshair says, finally extracting his arm from Omega’s grip, “we need to create a base. Where we’ll keep all our ammunition.” 

“You mean our snowballs?” 

“Ammunition,” Crosshair reiterates, enunciating each syllable. “This is a battle. A battle we’re going to win.” 

Omega grins. “Okay. A place to keep our ammunition. Got it.” 

Crosshair surveys their surroundings, eyes moving across the blinding white blanket of snow. The landscape is a meadow with rolling hills, framed on the outskirts by evergreen trees. They can use this to their advantage if they play their cards right, putting their fortress at the crest of a hill so that they can have the high ground advantage when Hunter and Wrecker try to advance. While Hunter and Wrecker will use the same tactic, building their own base at the top of a hill, Wrecker will never be patient enough to wait for Crosshair and Omega to come to them.

Which will be his and Hunter’s ultimate downfall. 

“I’ll make the walls of our base,” Crosshair decides, starting to move in the direction of the highest hill. “You’ll focus on ammunition.” 

“Okay!” Omega chirps, following in the path Crosshair is clearing through the snow. 

When they make it to their destination, Crosshair points at the ground. “Use this snow to make the snowballs. I’m going to build four walls around you.” 

“But won’t we need to get out?” Omega asks. 

Crosshair smiles. “Not if I know our brothers.” 

Omega gasps when the realization hits. “They’ll come to us!” 

“Exactly.” Crosshair kneels down in the snow, scooping up a handful in his flesh hand and uses his prosthetic, sheathed in a glove, to begin forming a ball, demonstrating the technique to Omega. “I trust you can make a few hundred of these in fifteen minutes?” 

“A few hundred?” Omega gasps. 

“A thousand, that’d be better.” 

“That’s impossible!” 

“With that attitude it is,” Crosshair tells her. “Now stop whining and get to work!” 

Omega groans and crouches down to scoop up a handful of snow. Crosshair looks at the weapon in his head then tosses the snowball at her lightly, the soft, white orb bursting on the back of her head. 

“Hey!” Omega cries, twisting to glare up at him. 

“Target practice,” Crosshair says, shrugging

Omega throws the half formed ball in her hands at him, hitting his stomach with a mist of snow. 

Crosshair gasps, dusting himself off. “You’re wasting our ammo!” 

“You started it!” 

“I never said I was a good example, did I?” 

He is rewarded with an eye roll and a smile as Omega turns back to her task, scooping up handfuls of snow and balling them up. Crosshair begins forming the walls of their fortress, gathering up armfulls of snow from the sides of the hill and bringing them to the top, making piles that he then begins to pack down. 

“It feels like it’s been longer than twenty minutes,” Omega says, scraping up another handful of snow from her nearly depleted supply from within the fortress. 

Crosshair is finishing the fourth wall. “Oh, it has.” 

“Then where are they?” Omega asks, standing to look over the wall. 

“Waiting for us to come to them,” Crosshair says. 

“And we’re waiting for them to come to us?” 

“Exactly. But we’ve got something that they have in short supply.” Crosshair climbs over the wall and sits down next to her. “Patience.”

Omega laughs, then looks at her piles of snowballs. “Did I make enough?” 

“No, but it’ll have to do.” 

The girl sticks her tongue out at him. 

“Real mature,” Crosshair drawls. 

It is at that moment that a giant snowball sails overhead, obviously a product of Wrecker’s massive mitts. 

Crosshair grabs a snowball in each hand, and Omega does the same.

“Ready?” Crosshair asks. 

Omega nods, eyes bright and glinting with mischief. “Ready.” 

And the battle begins. 

***

“I feel cold all the way to my bones,” Omega says, her hands curled around a steaming mug of hot chocolate. 

Hunter chuckles. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you play in the snow for too long.” 

Crosshair ignores the dark memories trying to creep up, focusing his attention on the fact that Hunter thought to bring something warm and sweet to drink on the flight back to Pabu. During the war, it was usually watered down instant caf that greeted them when they returned to the Marauder, rationed out because they didn’t know when they’d be able to get more. 

“I like this stuff,” Wrecker announces, then tries to shake out the last drops of his hot chocolate into his mouth from his mug. 

Crosshair likes it too; however, maybe it's the residue of that sticky warm feeling in his chest, but he passes  over his mug to Wrecker to finish off. His brother smiles at him, broad and toothy, and happily accepts the silent gift. Crosshair’s mouth twitches up in a responding half smile. 

“That was so fun,” Omega sighs. “Can we do it again someday?” 

“Sure, kid,” Hunter says, reaching over to tousle Omega’s smushed up hair that is flat against her head from the hat she’d been wearing. 

“But we’re gonna switch up teams next time,” Wrecker grumbles.  

“No!” Omega cries, “Crosshair and I made the perfect team! That’s why we won!”

“But I’ve never gotten to be on Crosshair’s team,” Wrecker whines. “And my team was so lame.”

Hunter frowns. “I’m right here, Wreck.”

“I know,” Wrecker says. 

Crosshair smirks. “I’ll decide whose team I’m on.”

Omega wiggles her eyebrows at him and mouths, Mine, right?

Crosshair shrugs dismissively, even though the answer is yes. 

For that kid, the answer will always be yes. 

END

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[leapingbadger]

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This gift is for @dreamsight73 for the @galactic-gift-gathering

I'm not sure this is exactly what you're expecting but I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for the great prompt!

Interrogation

Hunter let out a yawn as he boarded the steps of the Marauder. The soft breathing of Omega in the gunners mount would have been drowned out by the roaring snoring of Wrecker for anyone but him. He yawned again before making his way to the cockpit and his brother, Tech.

“Ah. You have returned. Were you able to secure the needed data?”

Hunter collapsed into the copilot’s seat and ran his hand through his hair. “As much as could without drawing suspicion,” Hunter said, smiling at his brother who was adamant about avoiding eye contact.

Tech pushed a button on the console in front of him and the cockpit doors slid closed with a hiss.

“Well? Are you pausing for dramatic effect or do you require additional prompting?” Tech said, finally turning his eyes to his brother, pressing his goggles up his nose as he did so.

Hunter sighed, trying to recall the extensive conversation he’d had on behalf of his younger brother.

“Shep said he met Phee about fifteen years ago in a war-torn area. She was looking for an artifact and he had some knowledge of the local area. They hit it off and he joined her on a few expeditions.”

“This is presumably before Lyana was…ah…”

“Yes,” Hunter interrupted as his brother stumbled over his words. It was a rarity which proved to Hunter just how uncomfortable he was with this kind of subject. Tech turned back to his datapad but nodded for Hunter to continue.

“But then he met his wife, they fled to Pabu with Phee’s help and Lyana was born here.”

“So, there wasn’t any…ahh,”

“As far as I could tell he and Phee were never together. Does that satisfy you?”

“it’s no concern of mine whether…”

“Then why did I have to concoct an excruciatingly convoluted conversation to get the information you asked for?” Hunter asked. “It wasn’t until Phee joined us that I started getting somewhere.”

“Phee joined you?” Tech said, suddenly sitting up straighter. “You didn’t let her know you were inquiring for me? What exactly did she say? Tell me verbatim, I don’t trust your hyperbole in these kinds of situations.”

“Of course I didn’t say it was for you.” Hunter said with an eye roll, “you know Phee, she doesn’t need much encouragement to talk,”

“Hmm. I suppose you are correct.” Tech said to himself.

“Still, I would prefer to hear how the conversation went. I know there can be physical cues in these situations that may be missed. Did she…” Tech checked his data pad, “touch her hair or make physical contact with Shep during the conversation?”

“Tech, you can’t be serious?”

Hunter looked at his brother with amusement. It wasn’t rare to see Tech out of his comfort zone, He struggled with basic interactions that came easily to Hunter and Wrecker, but to see him delve into these unspoken feelings for Phee was unusual. He’d never asked for intel on anyone who wasn’t a target before. Let alone interrogate him about the subject matter. Hunter tried to turn a laugh into a cough. The last thing he wanted was for Tech to think he was making fun of him. He knew his brother was struggling and wanted to help.

“I do not know what you are smiling about, brother, but I am sure I do not appreciate it.”

“Have you ever thought about maybe telling Phee how you feel?” Hunter asked gently.

“No.” Tech said simply, raising his eyes questioningly at his brother.

Hunter put his head in his hands, shaking his head.

“Tech, she obviously likes you. We’ve only been here a couple of days and you’re the only one she’s asked to accompany her into the archium or go for walks on the beach. You know she likes you in a romantic way, right?”

Tech shifted uncomfortably in his seat. And lowered his eyes, “I am aware that she has assigned me a nickname out of affection and that this act hasn’t been extended to the rest of the squad. However, I do not think there is any definitive data to say she is interested in me in a romantic fashion.”

“She’s interested in you, Tech!,” Hunter said louder than he intended. He pursed his lips and brought his eyes up to meet his brother, “sorry,” he said, “but you need to figure out what you want to do about it because if we stay here, things will come to a head.”

Tech blinked rapidly; Hunter could almost hear the gears turning inside his head.

“I do not know what to do,” he said finally, an admission that Hunter didn’t think he’d ever heard come out of his mouth before. “I am aware that you have had dalliances over the years. You are the closest I have to a subject matter expert. How would you approach this situation?”

“Tech I really don’t think…”

“Hunter,” he interrupted. “I am asking for your help. Please. What should I do?”

Hunter looked at his brother with a great deal of sympathy. There wasn’t much Tech didn’t know or couldn’t figure out on his own but connection, interaction with others was the one thing his giant brain couldn’t comprehend.

“I’m no expert, Tech. But if you like Phee and want to spend more time with her I think you should tell her how you feel in your own way. We all see how you are around her. You smile more, you seem happy. Just let yourself be happy and if you’re unsure where you stand, just ask her. She’ll probably find it charming.”

Tech nodded thoughtfully. “So, what you’re saying is that additional research is needed, and I am the one that needs to do it?”

Hunter laughed and clapped his brother on the shoulder, “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Tech nodded again, deep in thought and turned back to his datapad.

“I’m going to get some rest. Wake me when it’s my watch.” “Of course.” Tech said, not taking his eyes off his datapad.

The cockpit doors opened again, and Wrecker’s snores now sounded like bomb detonation.

“Hunter?” he heard tech call softly behind him.

“hmm?”

‘“Thank you,” he said with a nod of appreciation.

Hunter nodded and smiled back. He yawned again and crawled into the spare rack. He thought of Phee animatedly talking to Shep about his brother on one of their missions together. They would be alright, he thought before drifting softly to sleep.

[pandorademos]

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gift for @lonewolflupe for @galactic-gift-gathering Happy Holidays! I hope you like this! Fox needs at least several cups of caf to handle the guard's annual party. Between all the gag presents and being forced to dress as santa he's having it rough. Prompt: Commander & Caf

text id of mug: MEOW-Y CHRISTMAS with Garfield the Tooka in a santa hat.

[ladylucksrogue]

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@galactic-gift-gathering: Gift for @ladysongmaster

Prompt: "Can you just...stay? Please..." featuring Wolffe.

It's a bit angsty but hopeful, hope you enjoy!

Wolffe woke with a start, his heart pounding so hard he swore he could hear it in the silent room. It was dark and empty, and it took him a minute to get his bearings. The barracks. On Coruscant. Not in a pod. Not in space. There was air here,  he could breathe.

He sat on the edge of his bunk, willing his pulse to slow to something like normal. Elbows on his knees, head in his hands, he tugged lightly at his hair, trying to ground himself.

Eventually, he got to his feet, moving through the empty rows of bunks. Silent. No snores, no rustling, no creak of someone shifting in their bunk. Nothing.

It felt cruel, having an entire level of the barracks for just the three of them. Clones were never meant to be alone. But they were gone. Never coming back. His pack… He swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in his throat, trying to get the pain and pressure in his chest to ease. He wasn’t completely alone. He just didn’t know where the other two were right now.

Still, as he walked through the empty halls, he felt the isolation. Boost and Sinker weren’t batchmates, but they were close. And as their commander, there was always that invisible line. He’d never felt it more than he had in the last few days, since they’d been released from medbay. Sure, their General had checked on them, almost hourly. But it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t like moving through a barracks full of life, surrounded by the sounds of his battalion. He felt lost. Unsure.  Alone.

A light spilled into the hallway from one of the recreation rooms. Curious, Wolffe peeked inside and spotted a familiar shock of silver hair. Sinker was upright on the couch, flipping absently through a holoprogram. Boost was next to him, leaning heavily on Sinker’s shoulder, mouth open and snoring.

Wolffe smiled despite himself.

Sinker glanced up and caught his eye, starting to move, but Wolffe waved him off. “None of that,” he said. He didn’t feel worthy of them jumping to their feet, of his rank. Not now. Not when he felt the loss and grief same as them. He was no better. No different.

“Can’t sleep?” Wolffe asked.

Sinker shook his head, a small self-deprecating smile crossing his face. “Nightmares.”

Wolffe nodded slowly. “Same… I keep feeling like I can’t breathe.”

Sinker’s smile faded, and he nodded in understanding.

Wolffe shifted awkwardly, unsure what to say. He started to turn, ready to leave them to their night, when Sinker’s voice stopped him.

“Wait, sir—” he started. 

“Just Wolffe.”

Sinker nodded.  “Can you just… stay? Please?” Sinker’s voice was quiet, full of a vulnerability that made Wolffe freeze. It brought back memories of being a cadet, of leaning on his batchmates during the hardest times, when training was brutal, when everything hurt, but they still had each other.

Something in Wolffe’s chest twisted, and he nodded. “Yeah. I’ll stay.”

He settled onto the couch beside them, not feeling so lost or alone.

When he woke the next morning, sprawled across the couch with Sinker and Boost leaning against him, both snoring softly, he realized he’d slept through the night. For the first time since Abregado.

[nerdyduckrants]

Gift for @archivewriter1ont for @galactic-gift-gathering

The prompt was sibling fluff. Personally, I love the relationship between Crosshair and Omega, I hope you do too! I feel she would be the only one to get him to dress like the Grinch! And of course, she'd have to be Omega Lou Who

[littletroggo]

Nature

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gift for @akingnotaprincess for the @galactic-gift-gathering hope you like it! went for a serene feeling

[totallywizard07]

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Gift for @archivewriter1ont prompt: ‘You’ll have to go through me’ for @galactic-gift-gathering

Two versions, both because the emergency light is flashing and I wasn’t sure I liked the lit version

Hope you like it!

You can really see her brothers in her, especially when she’s angry…

[blackseafoam]

Gift fill for @happydragon for the @galactic-gift-gathering !!

Prompt: cuddles

BD knows he’s not the cuddliest critter, but he tries anyway ✨

[tlmtwelve]

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@galactic-gift-gathering : Gift for @pandorademos

Prompt : Red Nose 🔴

[galactic-gift-gathering]

Tag Game!!!

What’s the last Star Wars media (movie/TV show/book/video game) you interacted with??

I’ll go first…The Mandalorian Season 3 Episode 8: The Return! (Mod Kyber)

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