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Look, I am currently writing a short one-shot Fox/Thorn Wingfic and I want to take that jump into finally writing some smut BUT OH GOD HAVE I GOTTEN IN MY HEAD THAT IT'S GONNA BE TERRIBLE.

*Sits staring at the cursor blinking*

#this was lovely #i wanna gobble it all up #fox/thorn #fic

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Captain is so done with his arc troopers flirting with each other every time they drink at the bar

Original post is this one! Thank you for amazing posts!!

https://x.com/cloner1ghts/status/1283366968418947072?s=46&t=lZlVnzbgIrQ3UueW5YLR6A

#bro #fives/echo #art

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Ghost Company Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, no order 66, Happy Post War, Vacation, Remembrance, clone culture, Clothes Sharing, Minor CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Minor Bail/Breha/CC-1010 | Fox Series: Part 6 of Chosen Home, Part 15 of 212th Bingo 2023 Summary: Waxer and Boil go to Alderaan for the second anniversary of the end of the war.

For the “vacation” square of @clonefandomevents​  212th Bingo. 

#waxer/boil #fic

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headcanons: Lemon Yellow plus 1 more question that brings u joy for huntech <3

I love Huntech so much it's stupid. Thank you for this, and I hope you enjoy all of my Them(tm) LMAO

Lemon Yellow (How does the first kiss go?) + Dealer’s Choice: Maize (Who initiates the first kiss?)

Watching Tech on the mat was like watching a deadly predator strike its prey.

At first glance, Tech was unassuming. His nose was constantly in a datapad, or his hands were occupied with tinkering on whatever gadget he’d managed to get his hands on. No one would think that he could hold his own in a scrap.

Hunter knew better. Tech was the ace in his pocket. When all else failed, he knew he could count on Tech to get them out of whatever situation they found themselves in, no matter what it was. If that meant he needed to body a few rookies to get them to late meal, that was what had to be done.

Such was the situation now, as he, Crosshair, and Wrecker watched him take on reg after reg, proof of his enhanced abilities. He knew how to analyze them, how to pick them apart from the inside and leave them vulnerable to a perfectly aimed attack. That exceptional mind of his was always working, and Hunter loved that about him.

As the third reg went down and Tech drew his arm back to strike him with the palm of his hand, he yielded, with a whine. They had drawn in quite a crowd, all there to cheer on the reg, of course, but that didn’t bother Tech. He stood without offering a hand to help the reg up.

Tech wasn’t a fan of physical confrontation. Not to say he wasn’t strong, because that was a straight out lie, but he preferred logic and conversation to a physical altercation because he had the upper hand. That wasn’t to say he couldn’t hold his own in a fight, but it always left him feeling dazed, as though he had unlocked something deep inside of him that he then had to tuck back away.

“Damn, they really made you with something different,” one of them whispered, but it was more to himself than for Tech to hear. Hunter only heard it because of his heightened senses.

“Teach him a lesson,” Hunter heard another one say under their breath, and his skin prickled when he saw the slightest movement behind Tech’s back.

“Tech!”

Tech moved as if their bodies had been genetically modified to be perfectly in sync, seamless in execution. He ducked and swung out his leg, tripping up the trooper and putting him flat on his back. A rare sneer curled on Tech’s lip, and Hunter smirked as he left that reg, too. Confidence and pride radiated off him as the regs now parted for him, clearing the path for Tech. Even Wrecker was silent, which was another rarity. This moment in time seemed to hang differently than others as Hunter watched Tech close the gap between them, only stepping when their bodies were aligned.

Tech slotted their lips together, and Hunter couldn’t say he didn’t see it coming. They’d been dancing around this growing feeling between them for a while, but he hadn’t expected Tech to be the one to steal their first kiss.

“Thank you for having my back,” he said quietly, heavily, as though he were still in a daze.

“Always,” Hunter replied, cupping his cheek instinctively and smoothing his thumb over his cheekbone. It was more of a spectacle than Hunter would have liked at any given time, but he didn’t mind, not when it came to Tech. “Hit the ‘fresher. I’ve got your six.”

The jeers and stares were easier to ignore when Wrecker and Crosshair were glaring and threatening anyone else that dared to stand in their way, but the message was clear: you don’t mess with the Bad Batch.

#hunter/tech #fic

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Day 1 - No Order 66 AU

kinda late but heres sum Jessix for the @cloneshipweek event😌

(click for better quality✨)

#jesse/kix #art

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🤎 kix/boil/waxer >:)

Kix passes what’s left of his drink to Echo, tugging his uniform jacket from the pile in the corner of the booth the 501st have set themselves in. It’s too hot to be wearing this many layers—Kix’s shirt is already clinging to his back—but he pulls it on anyway, heat thickening between his skin and his jacket. 

He plays the expected role in the jokes the others make about the 212th man they’d seen him with—look who remembered we’re here; leaving already?; 212th, Kix? Really?—and who would surely be waiting for him. It’s easy enough, and habit carries him through most of the conversation.

And if he’s busy taking Fives’ shit, he can ignore the way Jesse is sulking. 

He says his good nights and leaves to find Waxer. He pushes his way through the crowd, finally stepping out into the cooler air though the pounding music follows him, ringing in his ears. Waxer is off to the side, just out of the cloud of smoke. He isn’t alone.

The pulsing lights of the club pushing back against a consuming sort of darkness always give a dishonest view of a man. He’d have made do with the bathrooms, but Waxer had insisted on a bed.

Waxer’s smile is just as warm in the humming street lights as inside, but the shadow of stubble over his jaw is more visible now, the purplish yellow bruise on his forehead, the way alcohol makes his eyes a little heavy. It’s a complicated thing. Kix thinks Waxer looks better like this, but doesn’t like the way it makes him feel like he knows Waxer better.

Bruises like that probably came from rattling around his own helmet. The 212th had a run in with Ventress before their leave. Maybe she threw him.

It probably doesn’t hurt anymore.

It might be tender.

“Do you mind if my friend joins us?” Waxer asks. His friend is scowling, cheeks hot—embarrassed rather than excited.

“I don’t like being an extra to a couple,” Kix says, frowning himself. It’s still early; he can find someone else.

The friend’s expression sours further. “I’ll go. I told you—”

“It’s not like that,” Waxer interrupts. “Boil and I fuck other people more than each other. He just struck out.”

Boil curses under his breath. Waxer rolls his eyes, his smile widening but remaining just as kind—he really does think it’s a silly thing to be embarrassed about. Waxer’s tongue in his mouth had promised a lot of filth that he wants to collect on. Boil seems… He’s handsome, if sullen, and is looking at Kix, not Waxer.

“I’ll leave if it’s not working for me,” Kix warns.

“We’ll pay for your shuttle back,” Waxer says.

“You’ll pay.” Boil wrinkles his nose.

“I’ll pay,” Waxer corrects.

Waxer lets Kix step into his arms as eagerly as in the club. He dodges Kix’s mouth, pulling at Kix’s collar instead. There’s already marks on Kix’s neck, a couple from a corrie boy who’d gone to get a drink and not come back, and another handful from Waxer. Waxer doesn’t suck more, kissing softly instead. He starts as low on Kix’s shoulder as the collar will allow, kissing up his neck to under Kix’s ear only then finally selling his mouth over kisses skin and sucking.

Kix breathes deep and almost steady.

“Are you going to just watch?” he asks Boil.

“Maybe,” Boil grunts.

He doesn’t mind being watched, but he’ll have to adjust himself accordingly. 

He’s saved from having to think about what precisely his reactions to Waxer are projecting but Boil stepping forward. Waxer lets Kix go as easily as he took hold. Boil is more direct, kissing Kix on the mouth, hand on Kix’s jaw. It’s tender and not at all like his friend. 

Kix breaks the kiss. Boil’s top shirt button is undone, a tempting slither of skin bared. Later Kix will put his mouth in all sorts of places. 

“Let’s go,” he says, jerking his head to where they can catch a speeder back to the barracks.

Waxer nudges Kix with his shoulder, stealing another kiss on the way past. He’s smiling like he’s already certain he won’t be spilling credits on Kix’s shuttle. 

Kix follows after him, Boil taking up the rear. 

They'll find out if Waxer's optimise is earned sooner or later.

#waxer/boil/kix #fic

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It was Tup's idea to go outside in the cold, to build and dress up some terrible imitation of a nat-born they both made out of snow. Whose idea it was to distract the other from their build first with a kiss though? They would just claim it to be the other (not that they were complaining).

*places some tupma snow smooches here and leaves*

#i still love this so much honestly #one of two of my favourite tupma doodles #tup/dogma

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Chapters: ½ Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Numa (Star Wars), Gobi Glie, Nilim Bril Additional Tags: Angst, Canon Compliant, Grief/Mourning, Healing, POV Boil (Star Wars), Boil Needs a Hug (Star Wars), Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Planet Ryloth | Twi'lek (Star Wars), Ryl | Twileki Language (Star Wars), Bittersweet Ending Summary:

Waxer sighed. His fingers stilled. “I just… I have this memory of her as a little girl, but she’s grown since we last saw her. So I don’t actually know what she really looks like, you know? And when I think about when we get to Ryloth, I’m just wondering if… if we’ll recognize her. If too much has changed.”

“She can’t have gotten that big,” Boil replied. He reached up and blindly grabbed Waxer’s wrist, giving it a squeeze. “Does it really matter, though?”

“What do you mean?” Waxer asked.

Boil frowned thoughtfully. He tugged on Waxer’s wrist to get him back to his head rub, then let go when Waxer started moving again. “I don’t know,” he said eventually. “I guess… we’re going to Ryloth to see Numa, but… but it’s not just about her, you know? We’re going together, that’s what matters to me.”

He couldn’t see Waxer’s face, but he could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re right, love,” Waxer said fondly. “That’s the best part.”

Boil and Waxer both went to Ryloth during the war. Ten years later, Boil returns alone.

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#waxer/boil #fic

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i just posted my first fic on ao3! you can read it here⬇️

echo confronts his growing feelings for his captain, with unexpected results.

rex confronts his fears

#rex/echo #fic #oof

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WiP Wednesday

A snippet of something that's been in my head lately for my Rarepair Bingo card. Takes place after Echo leaves the Batch to go with Rex...

“I missed you,” Rex said, unexpected and quiet. He wasn't just talking about those missing years; Echo knew that Rex meant something more though he couldn't have said how. It was an ache in his heart filled with longing and loss and love. When he looked at Rex, into those eyes that no longer matched his own, he saw the same emotions reflected back at him.

“I'm not the same man you knew,” Echo whispered, lifting his scomp arm to make the point.

“None of us are the same men we were. But you're still you.” Rex reached out, sliding his hand around the nape of Echo's neck and bringing him in to knock their foreheads together. “You'll always be my Echo.”

Oh, now that was so not fair. Not fair at all, the way he made Echo's heart race and definitely not fair the way he made him weak in his mechanical knees. And then Rex's other hand found its place on Echo's chest, his touch burning through black armor the same way it had done on shiny white all those years ago, and Echo was fucking lost.

#its only a wip but im dying at how wonderful it is 😭 #i need to read this asap the moment this fic is finished #rex/echo #fic wip #fic

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Sometimes you need a little distance to realise just how special what you have really is.

Written for @codex-week 2024 Day 7: Farewells and Reunions.

Yes, Codex Week 2024, which ran in February... I'm not even going to pretend it's still February somewhere anymore, but it is what it is, and I am at least still posting within the extended time-frame, so I'm calling that a win. Huzzah.

And hey, who doesn't love continuing a celebration? :D

#cody/rex #fic

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Cold Feet, Warm Hearts, 5 Times, Five Plus One, Drabble, Drabble Sequence, tiny troopers, socks make the man Series: Part 2 of 52 Pickup Summary:

Five times Waxer and Boil had cold toes (and one they did not)

Second fill for 52 Pickup! This one is for @valkeakuulas

#waxer/boil #fic #ooh need to read this later

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“your hair isn’t regulation.” “yeah, but you like it though.” bc sometimes you’re just feeling tup/dogma in this chilis tonight

#WELP. ON MY DASH GOTTA REBLOG AGAIN #tup/dogma #art #i've reblogged this so many times now.... i'm totally normal about these two and this art

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Secrets, Bets & Wagers, Established Relationship, Humor, Drabble, Waxerboilmonth, Week 3 Series: Part 9 of The grumpy one loves the sunshine one Summary:

Boil had a secret. A terrible, awful secret that would ruin his relationship and make him the butt of every joke.

Written for week 3 of @waxerboilmonth. Can you believe it’s already week 3??

#waxer/boil #fic

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Eeeeyyyyy, who started an NSFW collection on AO3!!!! Starting right away with my OTP <3

Ship: OrdoMaze Rating: Explicit Tags: Rimming, rimming from behind, oral sex, gay sex, cloneshipping, digital art

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#👀👀👀👀 #You weren't kidding about them giving each other some loving #ehweiqheh #maze/ordo #art

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-5576-39 | Gregor/CC-3636 | Wolffe Characters: CC-5576-39 | Gregor, CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Send a Heart & Ship Tumblr Prompt, Rough Kissing, Making Out, Jealousy, Teasing, Established Relationship, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Short One Shot Series: Part 26 of Invictus AU Summary:

Gregor makes a comment regarding Wolffe and his batch-mates. Wolffe gets a little jealous.

#gregor/wolffe #fic

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Fives, watching Tup sitting on a table at a criminal planet called Kijimi after running away from Kamino a month ago: oh, he looks so kissable right now

#fives/tup #art