#bitterfishies

[valkeakuulas]

"Can we pretend I didn't just say that?"

Bail/Breha/Fox?

Hmm, have not written about this ship before but here goes nothing! Am  -- -- -- -- --

"Can we pretend I didn't just say that?"

When Breha Organa of the royal house of Alderaan married Bail Prestor, it was noted in almost every high society holonews and flimsiprint throughout the galaxy. Their union was one of love, which caused somewhat curious noises in some parts of the Republic and outside of it, but most of the people, especially those of Alderaan, were just happy for the Queen and her Prince Consort.

Breha had been married to Bail for many years now and while she liked to think that she knew husband quite well, he still occasionally managed to surprise her. 

With just a single, barely raised brow, the Queen of Alderaan managed to radiate more incredulity than a room full of beings ever could. 

“May We ask you to repeat yourself, Commander,” she inquired, using her carefully curated The Queen is Speaking tone, which only served to make the tiny holo version of her husband slouch in his chair. Breha allowed her eyebrow climb just a bit higher at such reaction, which made Bail slouch even more.

Fox, the sly man that he was, immediately caught upon what she was aiming for. His face was the mask of utter professionalism and somehow he managed to make it feel like he was standing in parade rest despite sitting quite comfortably on the cushy chair next to Breha’s extremely embarrassed spouse. 

“He asked, I quote, if I ‘wanted to have our initials monogrammed into the bed linens of our joint bedroom’,” Fox replied crisply, as if delivering a report. 

Breha allowed her eyes slide back to Bail, who was hiding half of his face behind a hand. “Did he now?” she hummed, to which Fox nodded. “We take from that that the esteemed Senator Organa forgot our little conversation? The one were he was supposed to wait for Our arrival before asking if Commander Fox wanted to officially join us?” 

Bail made a sound that was best described as somewhere between resignation and offense. “Can we pretend I didn’t say that? Or how about that I didn’t say anything at all? he asked, still hiding behind his hand and oh, Breha could all but see how his cheeks were aflame. 

Fox turned towards the other man with a sharp grin. “Oh so you don’t want to marry me?”

Straightening himself hastily, Bail shook his head. “No no no, that’s not what I meant.”

Rolling her eyes, Breha dropped her pretense and leaned back on her chair. “You just had to ruin the surprise in your eagerness, didn’t you? Bail?” she mused, which caused the usually calm and collected Senator of Alderaan turn towards her now, all flustered. 

“I didn’t mean to - it was a slip of tongue and - “

“And usually you are so good with that tongue of yours,” Fox sighed with a dramatic head shake, which earned him a choked sound from Bail and a bright laughter from Breha. 

“How about you make sure he’ll keep himself from embarrassing more before I arrive, Fox? Think that’s possible?” Breha asked with a cheeky smile, finding it rather pleasing to witness the calculating look Fox was giving to Bail at her words. 

“I just might be able to do that,” he confirmed, one corner of his mouth quirking slightly. 

“Good. We will land on Coruscant in three hours. Hope you won’t ruin any other surprises, Bail.” 

Breha closed the connection to the indignant sputtering of her husband. Settling on her seat, she shook her head with an amused but fond smile. 

Just three more hours and the House of Organa would be joined by another member. Breha couldn’t wait for that. 

#asks #bitterfishies #Bail Organa #Breha Organa #Commander Fox #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #fanfiction #valkeakuulas writes AKA butchers English grammar #OT3 maybe? #askbox writing prompts

[maplerosekisses]

For the ship bingo Echo/Fives?

I blurred out the ones I don't like for anyone

Now I know when you did it this way you later "corrected" it but I'm doing it this way because I want to.

#bitterfishies #echo5 #clones

[rendomski]

Echo/Wrecker

So, about my least popular, but not the least beloved relationship tag ❤️.

There are 22 fics tagged CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/Clone Trooper Wrecker (or Echo/Wrecker for short) on AO3 for today.

11 fics are PolyBatch fics where the Echo/Wrecker storyline is just a part of the overall fun. However, “Have You Got a Friend in the Night?” (moonlight_mums) has an almost autonomous chapter dedicated to this pairing. And fics by forceinsensitive, containing Echo/Wrecker tag, that comprise part of the large cycle “my heart is not a machine”, are simply very, very good. I would call them explicitly emotional, for they explore more this side of Echo's relationships than the carnal one—and still all these are very sensual. The author of this long cycle is one of my favourite writers in TBB fandom 😍.

As for the rest, more Echo/Wrecker pairing-centered fics,

number one for me is “ease into this new world” by ibissal. It is explicitly sexual, corporal—and full of emotional warmth at the same time.

“Helping hands” by bitterfishies, on the contrary, is an absolutely innocent text, more like Echo&Wrecker with “blink and you miss it” shipping moment. Helping hand is not the helping hand in the classic slashy meaning 😃! Just a moment of Echo's self-maintenance, all homely with a drop of sadness.

“Love All Over Again” (robinasnyder) is light-hearted and fun, even a bit silly. Because there's definitely not the way you treat time travel!

“Echo's Haunted” (Rowanartist and Sleepy_fan) objectively must be rather good fanfic. But the plot twist “Bad Batch doesn't like Echo” (and Wrecker, as I can tell) is absolutely not my cup of tea, my don't like, don't read, sorry.

There's also one fu… sorry, fic “Experiencing Technical Difficulties” by coinin, which is tagged Echo/Tech/Wrecker, but which deserves Echo/Wrecker tag completely, and which is just awesome and hot in itself, Wrecker dealing with physical side of love making and Tech almost getting off by brain-fucking Echo, literally 😉.

So, speaking of the stuff worthy of my personal recommendations, that leaves only one more fic, my own “Echo and Narcissus”. I love it shamelessly. It reflects more or less the main bits and kinks I love about this rare pair. I also enjoyed writing it, how from the idea “let them relax and have a light-hearted quicky against the wall” it grew into a story of stories, one Scheherazadian night. How Wrecker unexpectedly became a storyteller, and Echo the listener; and Echo side dished his own observations to the table. And in the end, it is the same story, as in thousands of fanfics throughout multifandom, how two people fall for each other 😊

#arc trooper echo #tbb wrecker #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch #clone shipping #very clone shipping #writing #fanfiction recommendation

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

Rules: Post the last line of your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence or whoever you want. (I'm not tagging that many.)Don't reblog, make a new post instead!

Thanks @bitterfishies for the tag!

There is an orange light in the Umbaran forest, and it is not supposed to be there.

hmmmmm still never know who to tag... @selanaris @commanderfoxdeservesbetter and uhhhhhh @mattinthehat

#alpha 23 I am sending you mental brainwaves but I have no idea what your tumblr is sorry #jewel writes #tag games

[sergeantgoggles]

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One of the stories that I think about all the time is the Codex Pirate AU. I’ve talked a little about it on here and on Discord, but I’ve never fully developed it.

What I do know that is that Cody and his brother, Boba, are the pirate sons of the infamous Jango Fett, known for his kinder nature. Cody is a bright, young lad with big aspirations to become a great pirate like his father. He loves the sea, and knows it intimately.

Cody and Jango’s crew lands on the royal shores of Coruscant, where the people are celebrating their prince’s tenth birthday. There are festivities everywhere, delicious food, games, and merchants peddling their wares. Cody is enjoying the festivities when he runs into what appears to be a street urchin, but this street urchin is a little too well dressed, and they’re rubbish at sneaking around.

This is where Cody meets Prince Rex, heir to the throne. I was thinking that maybe he could be a Skywalker in this AU, but maybe not. I’m not sure how I want to plan that out.

Anyway, they become fast friends, and Cody writes to him and sends him gifts all the time. This continues for the next six years, up to Rex’s sixteenth birthday. Cody fully expects to be there, Jango promised, but Rex’s city falls victim to a rival pirate crew, and Jango refuses to go into battle with them.

Finally, when they do make land on Coruscant, Cody rushes to the palace to see Rex, but Rex meets him on the streets. This is where they share their first kiss.

Fast forward to that night, Rex tells Cody that he has to find a wife to carry on the royal line. Meanwhile, Cody has a decision to make as well, whether or not that he wants to give up the life of a pirate and live a normal life, or join his father and start his own crew. Cody thought his decision was made, but if Rex is being forced to marry, what is the point of staying?

Ten years pass. Cody has his own crew in Waxer, Boil, Wooley, Crys, Longshot, and Gregor. There are others, but these are the men that Cody hand selected. He trusts these men, and his men trust him. He leads like his father, but there’s an anger in him that no one can really get to the root of until an encounter with Boba tells them of Cody’s “lost love.”

So what do these idiots do? THEY FUCKING KIDNAP THE PRINCE OF CORUSCANT TO MAKE THEIR CAPTAIN FEEL BETTER.

I don’t really have anything solid about what happens from there, but I think about this AU all the time.

#clone shipping #clone/clone #captain rex #commander cody #codex #star wars #kanra answers #ask #bitterfishies

[professional-dikut]

This is one of my favorite Cross/Echo scenes from the first @bitterfishies Bad Preppers fic😁💙 (click for better quality🍱)

the precious fic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29479620/chapters/72414753

#i promise i will learn how to draw leather someday #theyre so cute #THEYRE WHOLE STORY TOGETHER IS JUST #😫❤️ #its perfect #echo is so simple and sweet #and cross is so hardened and emotionless #they even eachother out #cloneshipping #clonecest #the bad batch #clone/clone #echo x crosshair #echo/crosshair #crosshair x echo #crosshair/echo #fic art #bitterfishies

[clonecest-bin-account]

Could you do Tech/wrecker. With Wrecker being proud of something Tech did? Fluff or smut I just want them to be happy/celebrating!

(Awww so cute!)

Maybe it’s a testament of how competitive they are, the fact that they always try to outdo each other during missions, but hey, it gets the job done faster, so why discourage this endeavor? Besides, it’s not like they get so competitive that they forget they’re a team, so nothing wrong with that.

 Wrecker knows that he should be sad, because Tech has found a way to outdo all of them before the battle could even start, by commanding a drone of his invention to drop a mine - you guessed it, of his invention too - right inside the enemy’s camp, blowing everything up. It was a very powerful explosion, helped by the heavy artillery the seppies were taking with them, which caused a chain of explosions that blew up the entire camp.

After something like that, it’s going to be hard to outdo him, even during future missions, which sure might be a bit sad, but also…

 “Woo-hoo! Tech!”

Wrecker runs at him and, before he can react, he swipes him off his feet, turning them around a couple of times, still keeping Tech in his arms. “You did it!”

The surprise Tech has felt for such a strong reaction soon vanishes, and he grins. “That was cool, wasn’t it?”

“Hell yeah it was!” Wrecker replies, and before either of them can say anything else, he plants a long kiss on Tech’s lips, who soon returns the gesture, closing his arms around Wrecker’s neck.

He rarely participates in their competition, not because he doesn’t want to, but before, well… You could say that his talents are less battle-oriented, so participating would only make this fact even more obvious. When he’s certain that he can surprise them, though, that’s another story, because in that case hell yes that he participates. It’s a cheap way to feel smug, he knows it, but hey, he’s just human in the end, and some validation is always well accepted, especially when it’s Wrecker the one giving it to him.

 At first he was afraid he’d be sad about not being able to get some action, but thankfully that doesn’t seem to be the case at all: when they pull away, in fact, ignoring Crosshair telling them to get a room - he can go kark himself at the moment - he gently presses their foreheads together and whispers. “I’m proud of you.”

A small smile appears on Tech’s lips, as he tries not to get emotional about something so little, and yet so meaningful to him. “Thank you, Wrecker… I mean it,” he whispers back, before kissing him again, holding onto him like his life depends on it. Good thing that Hunter and Cross have the good sense to leave them some space with the excuse of checking the camp for any survivor, and to get some scrap metal that Tech can play with once they’re back to the ship; not that Tech wants them far, but also it’s nice to be able to spend a moment alone with Wrecker.

 Once they pull away, smugness takes the place of all the soft feelings in Tech’s head. “So, I suppose I’m the winner this time around, right?”

Wrecker barks a laugh. He’s still keeping Tech up in the air, with no intentions of wanting to put him down; not that Tech minds, of course: he quite likes it in fact. “Of course it does! You blew up everything!” he exclaims, then. “We’ll have to celebrate later!”

That makes a smirk appear on Tech’s lips. “Oh yeah, and do you have something in mind?” he teases him, which brings Wrecker to return the smirk.

“Maybe,” he replies, before letting Tech down on the ground. “But first let’s get this over with, okay? They might need our help down there.”

He’s right: the mission isn’t over yet, and they should prioritize it over whatever they’re going to do later, even though Tech can’t wait for them to have some actual alone time. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.”

 Oh well, sooner or later they’ll have to go back to their ship, and then surely things will get more fun. Oh yes, he’s willing to bet on it; after all, Wrecker has never let him down, and Tech doubts he’ll begin doing it now.

Tag list: @maulusque​ @snap-p​ @menac-ika @captainrexwouldnever If you want to be added feel free to let me know! Just know that if you are a minor you’ll be tagged only for the sfw fics.

#assorted clonecest fics #clonecest #cloneshipping #techwrecker #clone trooper tech #clone trooper wrecker #my fics #bitterfishies

[firewoodwander]

Pause

Jesse kicks Hardcase in the shin. Hardcase doesn’t hesitate to kick back, but Kix turns around without a pause in his step and glares at them both, effectively cutting off any further tussle.

Guess a word from my wips!

#midnight blue #answer tag #bitterfishies #thank you!

[warsamongthestars]

@bitterfishies

The Nexu I’ve been sketching lately was inspired by your stories. I heard you’ve been having a hard time of it, so here’s something to help cheer you up maybe!

... Albeit the Nexu here is probably part string worm, but I’m going to ignore that for now.

#star wars #the bad batch #crosshair star wars #star wars nexu #my art #fanart for bitterfishies!

[valkeakuulas]

For the touch list. 35 Crosstech?

35. kissing their bruises and scars

It's lights out at the Bad Batch's designated rooms at Kamino. The protective covers over the windows have been closed but the thunderstorm raged on the outside could be heard even through the thick glass. The only lights at the large room were slow, uneven blinking from Tech's miscellaneous projects, laid all around his bunk.

The bunk which was empty at the moment.

Crosshair, curled with his back against the wall, had woken up when the Bad Batch's mechanic/tech wizard/nerd had slipped into his bunk. His first reaction had been to kick Tech out, still feeling rather sore from getting beaten up by the training droids. But as Crosshair had prepared himself to snarl at the other man, he had caught the look on Tech's face, the unhappy curve of his lips and the together drawn brows.

The sniper wasn't sure how Tech managed to combine worry and annoyance that well (usually that was his department) but it had stopped Crosshair on his tracks and Tech had used that to his advantage, invading Crosshair's bunk.

And somehow that had turned into Tech slowly but meticulously checking over Crosshair; soft, careful hands touching every part of the sniper.

Every time Crosshair flinched or made a quiet hiss, Tech paused. Carefully, he touched the painful area again, as if to confirm where Crosshair was hurting, before he leaned close to press a kiss on the hurt.

Crosshair could've made him stop but somehow, the gentle kisses and touches made him pause yet again, so he laid there, allowing Tech to soothe away the pain until the other man found himself satisfied, no matter how long it took.

#asks #Crosshair #Tech #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Bad Batch #OTP #clone shipping #fanfiction #valkeakuulas writes AKA butchers English grammar #askbox writing prompts #bitterfishies

[goateeculture]

Mer Tech? Mer Tech!

A little fanart I made of the mer AU of @bitterfishies and @another-xmen-nerd (which you should definitely check out because it's awesome!) So here is cute, not-so-little mer Tech ^^

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34100779/chapters/84834811

#digital drawing #digital art #the bad batch #clone force 99 #mer au #clone trooper tech #tech the bad batch #star wars #tbb fanart #the bad batch fanart #star wars the clone wars

[empiresmostwanted]

FAULT LINES

for @bitterfishies

My assignment for the Clone Wars Post Exchange 2021

Summary: It’s not the first time Crosshair has found himself at the centre of a fight, and it won’t be the last; Hunter will treat it as if it’s both | Warnings: one use of strong language | Words: 1.8k

posted on ao3 | the exchange | my writing

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23BBY

Clone Military Education Complex, Tipoca City, Kamino

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Training Room 071 lay in silence.

Hunter had never hung around after the sims; as soon as the flag was retrieved, the droids were shut down and the door opened, and he left in formation amidst a contingent of fellow clones. He didn't relax his shoulders until the hatch closed behind him.

How eerie it was, then, when the lights were dimmed. The observation decks above and below, usually occupied by Kaminoans, trainers from all corners of the galaxy, and even – on occasion – Jango Fett himself, were back-lit only by pale-blue emergency strips. The pool was deep and dark and still, without the typical flurry of activity in its depths: the flashes of blaster bolts, clones with their breathing packs, and the training droids' glowing eyes. The only sound was the incessant buzz of electromagnetic energy emitted from bulbs and security cams, to which Hunter alone was privy.

At the pool's edge sat Crosshair, all limbs and lean muscle he struggled to gain, chin resting in the palm of his hand. His legs – already longer than any of his brothers', save the still-growing Wrecker – dangled over the lip, the tips of his boots kissing the mirrored surface.

"Tech's got a big mouth."

Hunter bit down on the easy rebuke he found at the tip of his tongue, and said, "He's got a bigger heart."

Crosshair furrowed his brows, and turned his face away.

Quelling a spike of irritation, Hunter made his way around the pool's perimeter, his footsteps a dampened echo in the lonely simulation room. Crosshair didn't look up as he approached.

"Mind if I join you?" 

"If I say yes, will you go away?"

Hunter shook his head – he wouldn't, his brother knew it – and sidestepped Crosshair's discarded effects: the helmet, still attached by its breathing tubes to the oxygen pack on his back; the detachable fins that clipped to the tips of his boots; and the DC-12U rifle, equipped with a torch to cut through the gloom of deep water. Hunter ignored the roll of Crosshair's eyes when he took the spot beside him, letting his own legs hang over the edge.

"What happened, Cross?"

Crosshair shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it." 

Hunter sighed, and leaned back on his hands; he'd been in the process of peeling off his armour when Tech had found him, and the floor was damp beneath the gloveless skin of his palms.

He let a moment pass between them in silence. When Crosshair didn't immediately depart at the possibility of a talking to, Hunter took heart and said, "I don't like it when they split us up. It's not the same, running through the sims without you and the boys. The regs, they don't always get how we work, or what we need to operate to the best of our abilities. I understand it's ... difficult."

"What the fuck do you know?" Crosshair hissed, turning for the first time to face his brother. For all the animosity in his voice, Hunter was surprised to see Cross' eyes were a little too bright, a little too glassy in the blue light.

He wasn't surprised to see a bruise forming beneath his right socket; the cheekbone red and puffy, fluid gathering beneath the skin until it was stretched and shiny. His eye had almost swollen shut.

"It's not as simple as that, Hunter. Look at yourself. You might not feel like one of them, with all your fancy senses. But you can't deny you look like them."

He couldn't. Uncertain how to respond, Hunter leaned forward and peered down into the water where, far below, he could make out the pale, feeble glow of the second observation deck, its curved viewport like the gaping maw of a drowsing sea creature. On the glass-like surface, he was confronted by his reflection. Apart from his hair, which he liked to keep a little longer than the Kaminoans preferred, and his eyes, which were more grey than brown, Hunter looked much like the rest of his brothers: he possessed the same height and build, the same nose and wider jawline. He couldn't deny that he'd never been a target of the more spiteful regs, seeking a fight in all the wrong places.

He glanced over at Crosshair. Was he looking at his own image, mirrored in the pool below? Was he focusing on his hair, the mess of thick curls already turning grey at the roots? Or was it the angular features and narrow frame that were impossible to conceal? Hunter wondered if he struggled to reconcile this reflection with the man he was expected to be.

"What happened, Cross?" he asked again, then winced; his tone sounded accusatory, even to his own ears. He placed a hand on Crosshair's shoulder, where a hairline fracture had formed in the veneer of his spaulder. "Please, talk to me. I can't help if you keep me in the dark."

He thought Crosshair might shrug him off. Instead, he seemed to fold in on himself, back curved, worrying the inside of his cheek with his teeth.

At last, he spoke. "The objective was to take out as many aqua droids as possible in the allotted time."

"And …"

"And that's what I did. Then I saw Otto had been marked, and if he wasn't careful, he'd be facing a trip to the bottom of the pool, and disqualification. I was trying to help – everyone wanted to beat the other team – so I took out the droid, and he wasn't happy about it. Not my fault he didn't pay attention."

"Why wasn't he happy?"

"Said I took the point from him." He scoffed, and Hunter knew his brother well enough to understand the disdain creeping into his voice was born not out of arrogance, but of a well-oiled mechanism for deflection. "As if it would've made any difference." 

"So Otto did this?"

Crosshair shrugged.

Hunter clenched his jaw as a ball of anger flared in his chest – anger for Crosshair, anger towards Crosshair, this churning, familiar eddy of emotion – and grabbed his brother by the arm. Look at me! He wanted to yell it, he wanted to shake him by the shoulders. Talk to me. Aren't we a team?

But Crosshair wouldn't meet his gaze.

"Tech said you didn't fight back. He told me you just stood there, glaring at them. That you didn't even say a word. But he tried to step in, didn't he? And they turned on him. Is that how Otto found himself in the medbay? Why were you prepared to stand up for Tech, but not for yourself?"

"Stop!" Crosshair snapped, his voice fracturing down the middle like the crack in his armour – almost imperceptible, something Hunter couldn't hear so much as feel in his own throat.

"Crosshair—"

"Just drop it, Hunter." And Crosshair pulled away, wrenching himself from Hunter's grasp. Eyes downcast, he gathered up his armour, his discarded weapon, and climbed to his feet. "Nothing you say will change anything. So why bother?"

A pang throbbed in Hunter's chest, an old wound still tender to the touch. Because they were brothers. Because, not so long ago, they'd been close. And because Hunter suspected, not for the first time, that Crosshair was his mirror, reflecting back the parts of himself he struggled to accept, the side he tried to conceal, and the pieces that scared him.

He didn't realise that when Crosshair looked at him, he saw the young man he wanted to be, all that potential, the leader – and he was envious.

Hunter hurried after Crosshair. If he let him leave and return to the barracks where Tech and Wrecker would be waiting, let him ignore everyone and fall into his bunk and turn his back to the rest of the galaxy, then the conversation would be over; Crosshair would wake the next day and beat them all to the mess, pretend the black eye didn't hurt, pretend nothing had ever happened at all.

"Leave me alone," said Crosshair, little more than exhaustion in his voice now, his long legs carrying him to the blast doors.

"It's jealousy, Cross," said Hunter – reaching, searching for anything to convince him that different wasn't bad, anything to say that would keep his brother from drifting away on a tide he couldn't return from. "Our mutations, they give us an advantage: Wrecker's strength is greater than theirs, Tech's intelligence is higher than theirs, your eyesight is better than theirs. We didn't ask for it, but them's the breaks. I'm not saying it's right, or reasonable, but it's jealousy."

Crosshair came to a stop and turned to face him, a sneer contorting his mouth. "We're different, Hunter. In a sea of clones, we stand out like a sore thumb. You don't think it's as simple as that?"

"Maybe that's exactly the point. What if they want to stand out, too? What if they don't want to disappear into the sea? Consider that we don't even have to try. And when we're a team, we're unstoppable. So yes, perhaps it is as simple as that."

Crosshair chewed on his bottom lip, chewed on Hunter's words.

Hunter sighed. "Look, I know it's not easy. I hear what they say. I see what they do. I know they don't try their luck with Wrecker, and I know they got bored with Tech. But I don't want you to be afraid of being yourself. You're worth standing up for, Cross."

Crosshair looked away, his eyes seeming to shimmer in the half-light.

"And one day, it'll be different," Hunter continued. "We'll be out there somewhere, doing what we're best at. And our differences won't seem so strange anymore."

Hunter couldn't know if that was true. But as they fell into silence, as Crosshair fixed on the ground and blinked a little too fast, he hoped for it more desperately than he'd ever hoped for anything else. 

"Hunter, I …"

"It's okay, Cross. You don't have to say anything." Hunter stepped closer and placed a hand on each of Crosshair's shoulders. "I just want you to know that you can, if you want to."

Crosshair met his gaze then, and nodded.

Hunter figured that might be good enough for now.

"Good," he said, and ruffled his brother's hair. Crosshair stepped out of his reach and glared at him. "Now, let's get you to the medbay before they catch us in here and put us on latrine duty?"

"I don't need to go to the medbay," Crosshair muttered.

"You're going to the medbay."

And Crosshair went, because it was Hunter who said so. But Hunter didn't realise, couldn't realise, that as the blast doors sealed shut behind them, his words of comfort were taking root in his brother like a weed – a weed that would drink of salt water and gorge on fear.

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And there you have it! I find their dynamic and potential so interesting, and I’m really hoping this is explored more in future seasons of TBB; in the meantime, this was my self-indulgent attempt at creating a little more backstory for them and looking at the strengths and weaknesses of their relationship. I had a great time writing it, so I hope you enjoyed reading it! (Also, if anyone has some art of a curly-haired Crosshair, please feel free to tag me!) ❤️

#crosshair & hunter #crosshair #crosshair fic #hunter #hunter fic #the bad batch #sw fics #my fics #my writing #clone wars post exchange 2021 #clone wars px 2021

[aahsokaatano]

Cloneshipweek July 2021 Bingo

Day 25: A/B/O

Pairing: Echo/Wooley

Rated: G

Day 1 // Previous

And done! Woohoo! I'd like to take a moment to give a shoutout to @eyayah-oya @bitterfishies @firewoodwander and @wanderingjedihistorian especially for the encouragement to get through all 25 prompts for this. And a big thanks to the whole cloneshipweek discord server for being awesome!

@cloneshipweek

"Ugh," Echo complained, dropping his head onto Wooley's shoulder as he settled onto the river rock next to the other trooper. "I hate when Fives goes into rut. He gets all snarly and rude."

Wooley patted Echo's shoulder sympathetically. "He doesn't mean it."

"I know," Echo sighed, rubbing his nose against Wooley's neck, soaking in his scent - salty and electric, like a thunderstorm rolling in over the ocean. "Doesn't mean that I enjoy being snapped at, though."

Wooley made a sad sound and wrapped his arm more securely around Echo, tilting his head to give the beta more access to his neck.

Echo sank into the omega's embrace with a contented hum, putting his arms around Wooley's waist to return the hug as he drank in his scent, frustration slowly easing under the feeling of safe - warm - Wooley.

Eventually, he turned his head to rest more comfortably on Wooley's chest, apparently content to doze in Wooley's arms for the rest of the afternoon. For his part, Wooley smiled and briefly buried his nose in Echo's hair, enjoying the scent of fresh-cut pine and a hint of woodsmoke.

The river rushed past them just a few feet below Wooley's boots, drowning out the sound of the camp behind them. The breeze carried familiar scents to their sunny spot - the spicy tang of Jesse, mixed in with Kix's clean citrus; the sun-baked earth of Waxer, nicely complimented by the mellow sweetness of Boil; Longshot's warm cinnamon; Rex's gunsmoke; Cody's sharper pine. And, if he really concentrated, he could catch just a hint of Fives - metallic and biting, tinged with the fire of an alpha in rut. He was already back up on the Resolute, where he could ride out his rut in peace in one of the rooms specifically for it, but his scent still lingered around the medical tent.

Wooley sighed, eyes drifting shut as he soaked in the warm sunlight and rested his cheek against the top of Echo's head, getting another facefull of cut pine and woodsmoke. The familiar smell of his mate warmed Wooley's chest more than any nearby star ever could, and he smiled, perfectly happy to remain on the rock next to the river, just outside of the temporary camp, for as long as Echo stayed in his arms.

#cloneshipweek #cloneshipbingo #a/b/o #woolecho #wooley/echo #wooley #echo #my fanfic #my writing

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for the bingo could I request Kili/Ima Gundi meet cute? thank you!

Hi @bitterfishies I hope this satisfies the qualifications of a "meet cute". I have never written one before (at least not intentionally) and I have no idea if this even counts. But here you go!

bingo card is under the cut

200 Follower Bingo | Meet Cute | Ima-Gun Di/Keeli Rating: G Pairing: Ima-Gun Di/Keeli Warnings: none Ao3 link

A New Beginning

“I swear there must have been something in our tanks. Somehow we all ended up high-ranking officers,”Thorn said over the comms in Keeli’s bucket as Keeli climbed out of the GAR speeder.

“Whatever they put in our tanks, you got the crazy part,” Keeli shot back, grinning a little. It was nice to hear from Thorn. Just because they were on the same planet didn’t mean that they actually got to see each other. Keeli was being assigned to a General and would be taking over command of a small company. He just needed to figure out where the War Council was being held.

“You’re promoted and suddenly you’re a comedian. Rex had the same thing happen to him.”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Keeli deadpanned. “I’ll try to find you before we leave Coruscant, but I need to go figure out where my meeting is. You wouldn’t happen to be able to give directions on how to get around the Jedi Temple, do you?”

“The one thing they skipped over. Maybe if you think really hard, you’ll just appear in the room you need to go to?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how the Force works,” Keeli said with a sigh and rolled his eyes. He closed his conversation with Thorn and looked around the open hangar to see which direction he might need to go to even get to the War Council Room. There weren’t many other clones in the hangar and certainly nobody who looked like their job was to guide lost Captains to the appropriate areas of the Temple.

“You look like you could use a little bit of assistance,” a gravelly, warm voice said from behind Keeli.

Maybe Thorn wasn’t so off the mark about the Force, Keeli mused as he turned to find a Nikto Jedi standing serenely behind him. Think about someone coming to help me find my way through the Temple and a Jedi appears.

“I could use some directions if you don’t mind, sir,” Keeli said as he snapped off a perfect salute.

The Nikto waved off the salute and smiled. At least, Keeli thought he smiled. He wasn’t sure if that’s what Niktos looked like when they smiled, but he seemed friendly enough that Keeli was willing to bet that it was a smile. It was all about the humor and warmth in his deep, soulful eyes.

“I’d be happy to point you in the right direction if I can’t take you there myself,” the Nikto said. “Where is it that you need to go?”

“The War Council Room,” Keeli responded promptly. “I’m supposed to be in a meeting soon and I haven’t the faintest idea where it might be.”

The Nikto’s smile grew wider and he definitely was smiling. Keeli filed that observation away for another time and fell into proper formation on the right and a step behind the Jedi as the Nikto started walking towards one of the many doorways leading into the hanger.

“I am Master Ima-Gun Di,” the Nikto, General Di, said pleasantly as he offered those weird bowing nods to all of the other Jedi and clones they passed. “If I may ask, what is your name?”

Keeli’s mind stuttered to a halt for a split second. He didn’t think he’d ever had a nat-born ask for his name before his number. It was . . . nice. Unexpected, though.

“Keeli, sir. Captain Keeli of Cascade Company.”

“It is good to make your acquaintance Keeli of Cascade,” General Di said and he sounded pleased, which was even more unexpected and surprising than someone asking for his name. General Di was genuine.

“You as well, sir.”

General Di led them unerringly through the halls of the Jedi Temple, offering advice on how to get to the Room of a Thousand Fountains or pointing out which direction the creche was as they walked. It was far more relaxing than Keeli had anticipated and General Di proved to be good company and had a fantastically dry sense of humor that burst to life in small anecdotes about the Temple and the Jedi. For the ten minutes it took them to walk from the hangar to the War Council Room, Keeli somehow managed to forget about the war and existed in a small bubble in time with General Di.

“Ah, Master Di. I was wondering if you’d perhaps lost your way again,” a Kel Dor Jedi said. Keeli couldn’t get a read on the Kel Dor’s tone, but he immediately started planning on how he could keep General Di from facing too much censure.

But General Di laughed and Keeli relaxed a little. “My friend, I am always right where I need to be. And right now, that means inside for this meeting.”

The Kel Dor nodded and some kind of rumble came from behind his mask. “The reason for your insistence on swinging by the hangar I presume,” he said. “The meeting is starting in a few minutes, Master Di. Captain Keeli, I am glad to see you and I’m sure you will provide us with many needed insights.” The Kel Dor bowed and disappeared into the room.

“Why would you insist on going to the hangar?” The question burst out of Keeli before he could stop it and he mentally cursed his curiosity. The Jedi General had made him feel so at ease and comfortable that he’d momentarily lost every single one of his brain cells.

General Di’s smile was back and he placed a hand on Keeli’s armored shoulder. “I welcome questions, Captain. It does seem like a rather odd place for me to be as I’m not a good mechanic. But then again, I got to meet you. That was well-worth the small detour.”

With that statement, as though it were a fact of the universe, General Di turned and entered the War Council Room, bowing and greeting the other Jedi and Commanders within. Keeli stood outside, dumbstruck. He was only glad that he was wearing his bucket since he had no idea what his face looked like.

“You coming in, vod?” one of the CCs, Cody, called and Keeli stepped inside the room automatically. He was sure everyone could tell that something had happened, but at that moment, Keeli didn’t really care. He was too surprised at General Di’s open genuineness and kindness.

If a vod had said that, I would have thought he was flirting. Keeli shoved that traitorous thought out of his head and turned his attention to the meeting at hand, determined to prove that he was an excellent choice to lead Cascade Company.

Ten minutes later, he’d been assigned a general, and Keeli knew he was kriffed. General Di just gave him another of those genuine, warm-eyed smiles that dug into Keeli’s soul and curled around his heart. He was absolutely kriffed.

Thorn and Rex could never find out.

#clone/jedi #200 follower bingo #prompt | meet cute #keeli/ima gun di #jedi flirting? #I think

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I wrote a birthday drabble for @bitterfishies! She requested CrossTech hurt/comfort, so here you go my friend!

#clonecest #cloneshipping #clone trooper crosshair #bad batch tech #crosstech

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*kicks down the door*

I FUCKING LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

I'm not usually one to toot my own horn, but I'm pretty proud of the writing I did for that AU. I'm glad you fucking love them, too!!

#codex #captain rex #commander cody #pirate au #cloneshipping #clone/clone #ask #bitterfishies