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Rex: I put a wee note in your bag to tell you that I love you.

Y/n:

Y/n: Rex, this is a ten page letter.

revenge of the sith - matthew stover

The way Rex would blush the prettiest blush if he ever knew just how many of us are head over heels for him

1. Crosshair

2.Hunter

3. Rex

4. Tech

5. Wolfe

✨

I've decided to make a chain/tag game! (although anyone can join)

*takes deep breath*

WHO'S YOUR TOP CLONE-CRUSHES?!

I'll start

Rex

Howser

Kix

Jesse

Fox

Tags (np): @wolffegirlsunite @sunshinesdaydream @commander-sunshine @cloneloverrrrr

carl gallagher: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.

y/n: I think you mean cards.

lip gallagher: He did not.

carl, pulling out knives: I did not.

Fox, deadpan: You stay positive. You always believe that everything is going to work out. How do you do it?

Rex, on his last nerve: Well I’ll tell you my secret vod. I lie to myself. Every morning, when I wake up, I say everything is gonna be okay. But I’m lying. And I don’t how much longer I can do it  

Rex: *standing in a gunship with the 501st* does it feel too quiet in here to anyone else?

501st:

Rex:

501st:

Rex:

Rex: WE FORGOT FIVES-

Back on the cruiser

Fives: where'd everybody go???

*501st landing on Umbara*

Jesse: I think we just arrived in hell

Rex: I didn’t think I’d end up here. I thought you would, Fives. Not me though

Rex: I’m in charge and I say no.

Fives: *punches Rex in the face knocking him out*

Fives: Oh no, Rex is injured! Kix you’re in charge now! Can I?

Kix: Whatever.

Fives: Yes! COME ON GUYS, KIX SAYS WE CAN BLOW UP THE BASE!

I just know if I scratch that sweet spot behind his ears he’ll start to kick his legs like a dog

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......

On Umbara

Rex: I think we're missing something

Fives: Teamwork?

Jesse: Cohesion?

Kix, in full medic mode: HALF OF OUR FUCKING BATTALION?!

One of my favorite moments in all of TBB remains that part of Cut and Run where Tech comes up with a wild idea and then just,

proceeds with it. No checking in before, no 'hey anyone need anything off the ship before I impound it'. Presumably because Echo is there with him, and it seems like Tech considers Echo to be the Reasonablish One (lol). Since Echo didn't attempt to stop him it must be fine!

Spoilers, it's not fine. Hunter's reaction says 'this is not the first time this has happened, will not be the last, he is going to age ten years from this incident alone'.

But Tech is like it's fine, Hunter! I thought it through, Echo was right here listening to me think it through and he had no objections, so this is a fool proof idea.

Also I love that he TOTALLY IGNORES Hunter's objection.

I like to think this scene has played itself out in at least ten variations over the course of their lives.

Also Cut watching all of this like 'hahaha never change y'all are so insane' and Wrecker like 'oh boy here we go again'.

Jedi!Reader: *giggling during a battle*

Hunter: what could possibly be funny right now?

Jedi!Reader: I’m pushing half of Cross’s targets in Wrecker’s line of fire.

Hunter: …why?

Jedi!Reader: Because I have a bet with Crosshair that if Wrecker beats his score, he can’t be a sarcastic for one whole rotation.

Hunter: …how can I help?

Dooku: I’m going to kill you.

Ahsoka: Hold on, I have to ask Anakin first.

Dooku: That’s not how this-

Ahsoka: He said no.

Revenge Of The Sith BTS

Credit to randomz616 on Tiktok

WHY WAS I NOT TOLD THIS EXISTED??

Clone Soulmate AU Series

A Masterlist of all my fics for my Soulmate AU series. All of them contain smut so minors vanish.

Blessed Silence - Tech x reader

Monochrome - Imperial!Crosshair x medic reader

Jaig Eyes - Rex x medic reader

Carry Me Home - Cody x reader

Danger - Wrecker x reader

00:00 (Zero O'Clock) - Hunter x reader

Cabur - Wolffe x reader

Grey - Jesse x reader

Healing Touch - Kix x reader

Echo

Howzer

Fives

Gregor

Blurbs:

The Thing About Soulmates

On Soulmate Rejection

A Little More On Rejection

I cannot implore the people who say “Crosshair never smiles Crosshair doesn’t joke around Crosshair is a stick in the mud” to watch the batch’s TCW arc enough. You are missing the snarkiest, smirkiest, quietly affectionate version of this character that we were supposed to see first like please I beg of you because you’re missing the entire gravity of his arc without it

obi-wan: cody, do you think i can be difficult to work with? cody: there is no other jedi i would rather serve under, sir. obi-wan: you're speaking to the negotiator, cody. i know how to spot when someone's dodging a question. cody: you're my superior officer, sir. obi-wan: alright then. everything you say in the next thirty seconds is free, starting now. cody, immediately: you're cocky, pushy, reckless, flirty at the most inappropriate times, value vanity more than wearing armor in a war zone, have daddy issues so massive everyone can see it from clicks away- obi-wan: but- cody: i have 22.5 seconds left, sir. i'm not done.

This came to me at work

Ventress: Why do you have a rock?

Maul: Lady Tano gave it to me.

Ahsoka: I threw it at you.

Maul: I think she likes me.

When I tell you I BINGED this book on Wattpad, I cannot stress when I say binged. It’s beautifully written, the oc’s are fantastic and everything about it brings me so much joy. I cannot wait to see where the author takes it from here. It’s truly a masterpiece.

Art by space-b33

Summary

Darth Maul x Nightsister OC -|- Over 70 chapters and weekly updates

Contains: Angst, fluff, mentions of abuse to children and animals, neglect, violence, and sexual content in later chapters. Events mentioned include Legends, TPM, AOTC, TCW, comics and divergence from canon.

Darth Maul's fate was all but set the moment Darth Sidious stole the child away from Dathomir. He was indoctrinated into hate, and misery and death. Taught to dwell on his rage, sink into his pain and by the time he was free of the abusive hand of his master, it was too late. He only knew anger and hurt. He only knew how to harm.

But what if he didn't?

What if, by a twist of fate, that there was a lifeline for him to reach onto? Something that could pull him from the dark and away from the path that lead to the desert under the twin suns? If, in the beginning, there was another, that connected to his hearts... could he be saved from his fate?

“I hope you remembered your promise.” she spoke softly. The figure turned, and suddenly she was in a room, looking out at a city sunset through a wide window. She could make out familiar red and black markings on the face only barely visible under the hood.

“I swore revenge.” He spoke, his voice smoother and deeper than she had last heard it.

“As did I. I swore I would always be by your side, and I intend to keep my word.” She reached into her robes and held out her half of the sparkling golden amulet. She could feel his eyes on it.

“I… I know this symbol.” He murmured, confused. Did he really not remember?

“You and I made a promise, and I swore I would find you. I will not forget this oath. I am coming. I will bring you home.”

“Home?” He looked up now, but his eyes… were different. Golden, not grey.

“Do you not remember?” Zaiya gasped softly. “Your home and family. You are a Prince of Dathomir, stolen by a monster.”

“My master has trained me in the Dark Side of the force. I am more powerful than any other being, I will take revenge on behalf of all Sith.” his voice came out in a vicious hiss, rage building up in him, so much that she could feel it coming off in waves.

“You… a sith?” she growled. “He has assaulted your mind, you are more than any servant or apprentice. We swore that we would get stronger, that no one else would command us again. Your ‘Master’ is a thief and a liar.”

In a second, a glowing red blade was held up to her neck. The look on his face was pure rage. “You know I speak the truth.” She added, looking down between the blade and his eyes. “You know me, Maul. You must remember.” The zabrak froze, his gold and red eyes widened as he gazed at her, looking at her face. There was a flash of recognition, but Zaiya felt the air around her shifting and the visions fading. She took the moment to connect to him one last time. With the blade withdrawn, she drew in, a hand gingerly to the back of his head and her forehead on his. Her other hand was holding up the broken amulet. “Remember. I will come for you, I will never give in. Keep fighting, remember your oath.”

A Prince of Dathomir : Artwork

COVER ART

Commissions - all artists linked!

Zaiya and Maul - FANART

Zaiya Character Reference - by me!

Zaiya age 5 & 12 - me

Zaiya age 15 & 20 - me

Zaiya - Zygerria and Dathomir - me

Adaji Treshan Lineart - by me!

Zaiya and Cad Bane - me

Bounty Dads - Moodboards!

Birthday Gifts! Including fanart, moodboards and even a fan fic!

Chapter 81 Scene

Slightly Spicy Zaiya and Maul

Child Maul and Zaiya

Zaiya Basic Sketches

Zaiya - Dancing by the Fire

Zaiya - Relaxing

Zaiya - Art of War

Maul and Zaiya - by @/shibara

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Playlist Breakdown & Analysis

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Full list of APOD chapters currently released.

Chapter 100 Q&A Celebration

Deleted Scenes

Ideas or scenes that didn't make the final fic \ oneshots with Nightsister OC - You don't have to have read A P O D to read these!

Undercover - from the prompt: 46. Kiss me like you mean it

Punishment (NSFW) - One Year Celebration of A.P.O.D

Down Time - Maul is adorable

Mine - Maul feels the urge to reclaim his Lieutenant

Surprise - An unexpected undercover mission

Unsung Melodies, Unspoken Words - Maul reflects after a harrowing mission

Heroes - Young Zaiya is sent in on an bounty hunting job alone

Just Rest - Maul is injured. And stubborn.

Adaji Treshan - History Summary - Some extra info for Adaji

BTS, Blurbs and Headcanons

Chapter 51&52

OC Asks & Headcanons - More info about the characters!

Zaiya - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Adaji - 1 - 2 - 3

Brutus - 1

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Don’t Call Me Flower

Alright @techs-stitches! At long last, it is here!!!!! I finally finished the square you requested! I really hope you like it and thanks for the prompt :)

This story is a participating piece in @clonexreaderbingo.

Square: Phee

Attempt number 283: failed. 

You fumbled and mumbled over your words and the babbling turned into a short stutter. 

Luckily he didn’t seem to notice. 

Ugh.

You’ve tried starting a conversation with Tech 283 times since he arrived on Pabu, but each ended in a complete and utter failure. You were cut off, not loud enough, or your tongue would tie itself in knots. 

This isn’t saying you haven’t talked to him; you have…just never from your own initiative. Phee helped introduce you a great deal (you believed there was more to her motive here than just being friendly and inclusive like normal), one of the other Batchers or Omega brought you into the conversation, or Tech himself struck up an interesting comment. If the latter was the case, most of the time you just listened anyway and didn’t have an obligation to say much other than your appreciation of his observations. 

It’s been exactly three weeks since this ragtag group of clones arrived on your little paradise. Good thing they came when they did too. They’d become an important part of the community after the tidal wave that wreaked havoc on the island’s home and uprooted their entire lives. 

They were the breath of fresh air on a hot summer’s day which cools, but doesn’t chill. The kind that fills you with contended energy, and adventurous spirit.

And Tech, well, he’d caught your attention right away at Shep’s house; Phee invited you to join them for dinner the first night they were there. You smiled, seeing him hunched over his datapad. It was kinda funny, and cute in a way and you decided to try to pull his attention from it. You weren’t very successful. Phee was better at it than you but she worked some magic with her words then somehow always left the conversation suddenly and you and Tech would be ‘stuck’ with each other. 

Then the tidal wave hit and you, Tech, and Phee made a great team rescuing the people of Pabu.

That introduced a whole new tie you had with the clone but somehow, even though you worked well together, you were still shy when it was only the two of you, and struggled with making yourself seen or heard in a semi-intelligent way. 

Tech would come by more often than not with a new idea about improving town life (if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’d enjoyed it and wanted to talk to you. Did he seem excited when he approached you? You wanted to say so *shrugs internally*) which would segway into other ideas and conversations. The topics always varied, but whatever it was, you always enjoyed it. 

What really made you fall for Tech (or when you finally realized it or stopped denying it or admitted to labeling this nonsensical attraction that drew you to him—you haven’t decided which one to choose yet) was when you were discussing your name to the Batch. How it came up, you didn’t remember. You thought maybe Wrecker or Omega commented on how cool it sounded. It was a normal name to you, and you told them what it meant and how your parents chose it for you before they passed. Phee had mentioned she had various nicknames for you. Of course, you turned bashful as she was naming them off but couldn’t help your outburst as she concluded:

“Those are my special names for her. I don’t know what you lot will call her, but you can’t borrow mine. They’re exclusively for me to use, so you’ll just have to think of something else special for her.”

“Call me anything, but DON’T call me flower!” 

“Why?” Tech tilted his head curiously to the side at your pout and curious out of character announcement.

“Would you like to explain to them why I don’t want to be called that?”

“It’s short for wallflower. Many of the town's kids growing up would call her that.”

“Wait, what? I don’t get it? Flowers are nice.” Wrecker scratched his head, confused.

“Ah, I understand the negative connotation. Wallflower is a term defined as a person who from shyness or unpopularity remains on the sidelines of a social activity. Often, the term is given to mean someone who is unattractive as well.”

You groaned and couldn’t repress an eyeroll, regretting it minutes later. You cringed at how you must have sounded at Tech’s explanation. 

“Flowers are also fragile and weak. Often trampled without a second thought.” You finished for him, crossing your arms annoyed. “So any way you look at it, it just isn’t…” you waved your hand dismissively.  

“Yes, but flowers are also…beautiful.”

The way he looked at you just then made your heart melt, your stomach twist with too many butterflies fluttering, and a red heat filled your face. 

His eyes were perfect and shining. Not looking down at his datapad making an off comment, but rather, they focused on you and his words felt very intentional. A small smile graced his lips and something gentle blanketed his face. 

“Besides, flowers can surprise you by being rather resilient and resourceful. Never underestimate.” 

He proceeded to name many species that were eye-catching and cunning for being plants.

How could you not? 

Tell me, who could blame you for letting something blossom in your heart after that? 

Thinking back to that day always made you feel better after a blunder. As mentioned, 283 times, but you never tired of looking back. It calmed you and encouraged you to try again; maybe you’d be able to have him look at you the same way again.

Currently though, you were sitting on the deck of Shep’s boat. Leyana wanted to take everyone out on the water after a long day of rebuilding the city. She and Omega were playing about the boat, Shep was steering the ship, and everyone else sat about stirring their drinks and telling jokes, laughing and relaxing. Tech was on his datapad but also joined in with comments of his own. When Phee asked him why he didn’t just put the thing down, he claimed he could do both.

That earned an eye roll from Omega and Wrecker. You wondered what warranted that. 

“What’s got your tongue tied, Gorgeous?” Phee came up beside you, while all the others looked out over the water at the coming sunset, putting an encouraging arm around your shoulders. By the look in her eye, she already knew.

You and Phee had been attached at the hip ever since you were born. She definitely was the older sister you never had. Growing up, she was always getting you in trouble and pulling you out of it. Phee looked out for you and practically raised you. She was only a few years older but sometimes when she got protective of you, it felt like she was much older than she naturally was. Kids weren’t always kind; you got bullied and called all sorts of things but Phee never let it slide. She got put in detention a few times at school for the extent she’d look out for you. You’d wait for her on the swingset outside and walk home together, every night without fail. 

You loved her, and never minded how different the two of you were. She was everything you weren’t, and you admired that. Together, you felt like a complete circle. Where she was outgoing, adventurous, spirited, confident; you were calm, shy and nervous. You were cautious when she threw credits to the wind. You were observant, watchful and insightful, playing in the shadows, calculating, accurately foretelling, while she confidently and boldly put out her ideas. You never minded being in her shadow, until now. It felt like only she would ever see the light you had to offer. It wasn’t the same kind as hers, but that didn’t make it any less special. She made sure you knew that, but it would be nice having it come from someone else as well…

You groaned. 

“How do you do it, Phee? It all comes so naturally to you. You can flirt, be fun and express what you feel and it comes across amazingly. When I try just getting a sentence out around him I can barely string a thought into words. And it doesn’t have to be an important thought either. Just saying I like the same berry juice he does sounds stupid. Why am I like this?” 

You let your head fall forward and hit the table with a bang.

“I’m hopeless.”

“You must reeeaaaally like Tech if you’re vaguely mentioning him.”

You didn’t reply. You just let your shoulders droop and turn to face her with a scowl. Her grin was teasing but her eyes sparkled softly. 

“I think you and Brown Eyes would make an amazing couple. He could learn a few things from you. Hun, just let him see the amazing woman I know.”

Phee gave your arm an encouraging squeeze.

“And I got a few ideas that might help him!”

“Really?” 

“Of course! That one can be kind of dense. He probably likes you but doesn’t even know it. Let’s help him realize it, shall we?”

“I don’t know about that…I don’t know if he even knows I’m alive.”

“If he doesn’t, I’m going to fix that too; even if I have to smack him in the face.”

“Don’t do that!”

“Not literally, Hun, figuratively.”

“Oh, as long as it doesn’t hurt.”

Phee chuckled, “Oh I can’t promise that. I’m going to make him notice you one way or another if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Now I feel like I should be nervous. Phee, what are you planning?”

“You leave that to me. And why on earth would you be nervous; it’s me we’re talking about here!”

“Isn’t that reason enough?”

“Very fair.”

Your grins were missed by everyone except for a goggled pair of eyes. He didn’t know why you were smiling, but he was happy to see it. He only wished he could have been the reason.

— — — 

Phee’s first attempt at matchmaking arose the next day, and did she have an idea! Phee assigned you and Tech to work on a pier so there could be more ports on the island for fishing and boating. 

You were handy and confident working with your hands. Phee knew you’d be at ease doing something you were capable of with your eyes closed. Perhaps you could teach Tech a thing or two as well. That would boost your confidence and your conversation topics. 

And Phee was right, for the most part.

You and Tech worked in perfect synchrony—and the repairs took the entire day so by the time the work was done, it was sunset. There were absolutely no hiccups with the construction. 

“I think we’re set!” You said excitedly testing the boards you both were kneeling on, “We should be able to head in for dinner.” You spoke too soon. The nails poking out on the board just under you caught your eye. You’d have to make sure those were bent out of the way so no one would get hurt.  “Oh drats.”

“Hm, it shouldn’t be too hard to fix. We’ll only be delayed a few moments.”

Tech rolled up his sleeves. Your jaw dropped in a gawk. 

“Oh…”

Tech’s eyes snapped to yours, head tilted curiously. 

“Ohhhh…..ohhh! Look!” You tried to cover up your blunder by pulling your eyes away from his forearms and to the water, pointing down at the glowing algae. “They never glow blue. They usually are green. Do you know why?” 

You looked up at the same time Tech was bending over to look down, hitting your heads on each other. The shock of the hurt sent you both hurtling into the water. 

Gasping and spluttering, you both emerged from the water covered with the glowing sea plant. 

“Well this was an unexpected pleasure.”

At first you couldn’t tell if Tech was being sarcastic or not but then you saw him examining the algae. “Quite impressive.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Looking into the water surrounding you illuminated by the mysterious blue, you missed the enchanted look he gave you. Of course, you couldn’t read his thoughts, but if you could, you would have known that the incident made him chuckle internally and it was worth it to see you crowned in the elegant plant. It was beautiful, tangled and dripping from your hair while the orange gold of sunset threw its color on you. You rather looked like a siren, calling him to you. 

But no, instead, you could only think all you accomplished was getting Tech thoroughly soaked and even more late for dinner because of your mishap. Now you’d have a matching bruise at least. That was something, right? Maybe? Maybe not? At least he got to examine the algae, that was a win. But he probably now thought you were a klutz. 

You couldn’t know how impressed he was with your skill. 

— — —

Phee wasn’t discouraged though. Her next idea was great in the planning and execution, for the most part. You somehow found a way to bangle it up. 

She asked you to make your favorite dish so everyone could go on a picnic. There was a beautiful field on the other side of Pabu where the scenery was green and lush and the animals were frequent visitors. It would be a fun and relaxing way to end the day.

Originally, it was supposed to be Phee, Shep, Leyana, and the Batch…or at least that is what you were told, but somehow, Tech was the only one who showed up—also under the same impression. 

You immediately saw right through the scheme but said nothing, blushing a deep red and internally cringing at the fact you didn’t see this coming. In fact, this is a scheme you pulled on Phee last year. She was just reusing it. You were relieved to see Tech did not catch on and thought it was a mishap the others didn’t show up. His brothers and sister had a last minute accident resulting in them not being able to go (which of course you knew was orchestrated between Phee and the others. How could it not. You’d put money on the guess Omega was in on this too.)

“No use letting the food go to waste, right?” You tried to shrug off the awkwardness, and it worked.

Tech heartily agreed and while you ate, your shyness melted away. You found yourselves swapping stories about those who you both loved and were not present. Laughing at foolish stories and regalling in the exciting ones. 

“Phee’s really brave. I’m not so much. I’m kind of her shadow. Everything she is, I isn’t.” You winced at the weird choice of words. It’s fine. Play it cool. Everything is fine…Everything is not fine. That sounded so dumb.

“I don’t get opportunities to be brave like she does. She creates those opportunities. If they came along by chance, I’d probably miss them or go running in the opposite direction.”

Before Tech could answer, a clan of moon-yos jumped you from behind, tangling themselves and laughing. The things clung to your arms and legs while the little ones stole away the cake you made for dessert. The treasure acquired, all the little annoyances left. 

You could only sit there and stare, dumbfounded. 

How? What just happened? 

In retrospect, you knew this about moon-yos. You should have seen that coming…you were just so eager to share your favorite fruit cake with your friends you didn’t even consider the creatures had the same taste as you. You normally foresaw this kind of thing! What was wrong with you? You were too eager, that’s all. 

With a heavy sigh, you closed the basket.

“Are you alright? Their claws didn’t hurt you?” You asked him, only letting a small bit of exhaustion into your voice. 

“No, it was rather an unusual occurrence…I would be alright if it didn’t happen twice in a lifetime though.”

“For you and me both, I guess we’d better head back, yeah? Lots to do tomorrow.” Packing up hid your embarrassment well, feeling like you wanted to die inside.

Tech helped you clean up, but in your distractedness, you missed the grin on his face and the wonder in his eyes. Their attack barely phased you. You were calm, cool, collected. Many would have shrieked and panicked. Not to mention how well you handled the loss of your famous desert.

The day certainly didn’t go as planned, but when was that a bad thing?

— — — 

A few days later, after one of Tech’s famous flying lessons with Omega, the Marauder needed some light repairs. The close proximity sensors went out…again. Phee slyly and quickly suggested that you could assist with the repairs to your great horror. You didn’t know anything about mechanical stuff. On the island, everything was hand built practically. You were good with a hammer, not a spanner. 

“Relax, Tooka,” Phee chuckled, “he probably won’t let you touch anything anyway. He’s rather particular about that ship. You’ll just talk and keep him company.”

What shocked everyone was when he excitedly agreed to your help.

You were not there to just keep him company.

Furthermore, dropping jaws, Tech was showing you what he’d like you to do. 

Tech was under a desk panel inside the ship, and you were on the comms outside working on the roof, connecting the wires he told you, when he told you. Sweating buckets, you wiped your palms on your pants again. This was his ship. His pride and joy. You couldn’t mess this up. Breathing heavily, you waited for the next set of instructions. 

“Alright, now connect the red sensor wire with the port of corresponding color. Then connect the blues.”

“Consider it done!” Somehow you managed to sound more confident than you felt. But that was a simple enough task. So far his instructions were easy and clear. But when you looked down at your panel, you noticed something looked off. The orange wire looked like it was melted into the port. If you connected the red now, you were sure the whole system would short circuit again.

You knew you should have asked but you didn’t. Instead, you took a firm hold of the orange wire and pulled. 

Sparkles flew everywhere, a small explosion sound startling you. A scream escaped your mouth and you fell off the side of the ship.

Tech, hearing the snapping, was already on his way out to see if you needed anything. Good thing, as you fell almost right into his arms, the force almost knocked him over but he somehow righted himself.

“Are you alright?” 

He set you down and started to examine your hands. 

“You are fortunate, you are not burned, what happened?” 

Throat constricting, you tried to explain the situation. Tears pricked your eyes but you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of falling until you were alone. 

“Let me take a look.”

When Tech reached the top, he looked down at the panel amazed. He guessed right away you weren’t a mechanic, but he was excited to have you around and share this with you if you were willing. But, actually, if you didn’t do what you did, this would have been much worse. The tiny explosion would have been a bigger one. You had an amazing head on your shoulders and a great knack for technology. All it would take was a little training and you’d be a natural. He’d be more than happy to show you.

He was going to offer just that, but you’d disappeared before he reached the ground. Perhaps you needed space after the shock. That was logical. He’d finish this up. He’d see you at dinner and ask how you were. 

— — — 

Tech did not, in fact, see you at dinner. 

Indeed, Tech didn’t see you much after the accident. You were present the following morning when the boys and Omega went to market but after that you made yourself scarce and by the afternoon, he’d decided to seek you out. It didn’t take long to find you. You were on the ledge of the pier the two of you worked on together a few days ago. The thought made him smile.

Tech watched you hunched over on the pier, staring into the water and dangling your legs carefully over the edge. Your easy, relaxed smile he would often see on your face when you were alone or you thought no one was watching, was not present, and a feeling of worry washed over him.

Your eyebrows pressed together, hyper-focusing on something that wasn’t there. Lips were turned into a frown and mind distracted. 

That really wasn’t like you. From what he observed, you were quiet…but also observant. You watched and understood everything that was happening. You always knew your surroundings and not much got past you. Your eyes were ever watchful, a hidden light which carried a flame underneath. A mysterious flame that intrigued and fascinated him. It danced with an unshed energy which promised something great, though what was yet to be seen—your power veiled behind a mask.

There was so much to you. 

And he enjoyed every moment you let him in to discover something new.

The hidden garden of knowledge in the vastness of your mind and imagination was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. You brought up points he never even considered, and they excited him. Not many people outside his family had the ability to evoke an emotion of happiness from him.

You did.

And he found himself wanting to do the same for you. To be the reason you smiled. To be the reason you blushed and laughed. To be the reason for the clumsy mistakes out of distracted love. 

He chuckled thinking of your late encounters. They didn’t ‘end well’ according to what Phee explained at lunch (though to be honest, he didn’t understand how), but each time left him with a glowing feeling in his chest which spread to his cheeks in a blush. How could they not have ended well when each one left him feeling a glow of love and pride towards you?

You’d been down today, that he knew, but he didn’t know it was this bad. Tech thought it was merely your social anxiety he found got to you when things were loud and crowds pressed in on you. The market was hectic getting ready for that festival. He thought that was all it was.

This wasn’t that…He wanted to check in with you and make sure you were alright after that last incident but now he was unsure. Did you need some alone space? Would he only make matters worse? Then again, Omega had commented on it being nice knowing you’re cared for even if you didn’t want it at the moment.

A huge crash broke him from his musings and Tech watched you turn in horror towards the source of the sound. 

You started yelling something in a language he didn’t understand, tripping over yourself to get to the collapsing building. You didn’t stop to put your shoes on, you didn’t hesitate. You just ran.

He started running too, there could be people who needed help but there was something about your urgency that made him pause. Why….

Oh. 

Tech doubled his speed. “Hunter, we have a problem. The orphanage under reconstruction is collapsing. I fear some of the children are still inside.” 

“On it. I’ll get Wrecker. We’ll be there shortly.”

— — —

This just wasn’t a good day.

You screwed everything up. You were sure Tech wouldn’t want to speak to you again after what happened. After everything Phee had done to help you. After how far you thought you’d come, you’d always be the screw up. 

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, feet dangling over the edge of the pier. In a better mood, you’d playfully kick in the water but now, they just hung idle, lacking the energy for anything more than allowing a cooling, numbing sensation to creep up your legs. 

Perhaps you were just overthinking everything. A little bit of sleep might do you some good. You and the boys had been doing so much to repair the town, you’d gotten little rest. Your mind would go into overdrive when you were tired. Perhaps that was just the case here. No need to panic (yeah right). Some little sleep would show you you were not over with (maybe). You’d gather the courage to apologize and fix your mistake. 

You would make it up to him somehow. 

If your friendship wasn’t permanently damaged, you’d find a way to mend it. You had to. Tech had grown to mean too much to you for you to let him go so easily. 

Disaster after disaster went before your eyes and you thought them through. Analyzed where you’d gone wrong. How you’d fix it or how you would make up for the blunder. It might take a while but it’d be worth it. 

However long it took. 

You’d talk to him first. This time, you wouldn’t stutter. You’d have to practice but you were determined. You would be heard and you’d get it out right. 

Before your plans could progress further, a huge crash broke through your thoughts. You turned to see the orphanage had collapsed. Fear coursed through your veins. Some of the children were helping where they could; they prided themselves in their hard work of what they contributed. They could be trapped! When you heard shouting and screams, you knew you were right. 

“Hold on, I’m coming!”

You pulled your feet and dashed toward the construction site. 

“I’m coming! Lil, run to the village and get help! Myles, go get the physician! Tali, get Shep!”

You quickly took stock of the situation around you. One of the walls fell outward, seemingly because the upper floor was unstable and tumbled through it. 

You heard your name cried out over and over and saw little Trisy running up to you. 

“Hep! Hep! Tabby is twapped inside, please hep!” She cried and pressed herself into your leg. You held her and knelt down to her level. 

“Hey, hey Tristy, look at me.” You swiped the hair from her face. “I’ll get her, ok? Where was she? Is anyone else inside?” 

Tristy shook her head emphatically. “No, only Tabby.” She whipped her face only for the tears and mucus to be smeared over her cheeks and forehead as well. Her breath was coming in heaves. 

“I’ll get Tabby; you stay here, ok?” 

You only waited for her nod of confirmation before dashing inside the building. 

“Tabby? Tabby! Where are you?”

You carefully tip-toed your way around the fallen logs, not wanting to upset anything. 

“Tabby, please answer me!”

“I-I’m down here!”

You looked down and saw a part of the floor was broken through one more level. A pair of shiny eyes looked up at you with newly enkindled hope grappling with fear. 

“Are you hurt?”

“N-no? I fell in after i-it fell. I think my ankle hurts a little, that’s all.”

Looking around for the best possible solution, you grabbed a rope to use as a pulley. Tossing it over what looked like a stable beam, you tested its strength, pulling and tugging. When it didn’t give, you tied one end around yourself and lowered yourself down into the pit. 

When you reached the bottom, the child crawled over to you and clutched your middle. The poor thing had been crying but was trying so hard to be brave.

“It’s ok, I’m here now! I gotcha.”

Wrapping one arm around the child, you slipped the rope around her. 

“Hold on tight, ok.” 

The child nodded and you hoisted the two of you up with a huff and humph. Grunting, you tugged the rope, dragging your body and the extra wiggling weight up. Sweat beaded on your forehead. Shoulders and arms squeezing and solidifying. Lumps formed where your muscles used to be and your neck felt like it was ready to burst. You just had to reach the top!

Hand over hand. Break. Heave. Hand. Hand. Heave. Heave. Hand. Heave. Hand. Heave. Heave. Heave. 

“We’re almost there. Almost. There.”

Gasping for air, you tugged one more time. Your muscles were shaking and you knew you couldn’t hold on much longer. You were so close to the top but you couldn’t let go. Tabby would get hurt if you fell. You just had to reach the top…

“May I be of assistance?”

That voice. One that you did not expect but yet were so happy to hear made you laugh and tears sprung to your eyes. Looking up, you saw a pair of goggled eyes looking down at you worriedly, hand stretched out in hopes of helping

“Can you grab her?”

“She is secured against you rather well. I would not be able to maneuver her without hurting her. I’ll grab the rope and pull, just hold on.”

Tech reached for the rope and pulled the two of you up, easing you into the unstable floor around the hole. His grip was firm and gentle. If you had time, you’d marvel at it, but your head was still reeling and you gasped for breath.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t anwer. He merely nodded…and placed his hand on your cheek? Quickly withdrawing it, he warned:

“Be careful, move slowly toward the outer part of the room. You should be safe then.”

As fast of a talker as Tech was, he didn’t speak fast enough for Tabby who was already trying to hobble toward the opening in the wall. Your eyes went wide, seeing the unstable beam before anyone else. 

“Tabby, no!” You darted, scooped her up and tossed her (praying you didn’t hurt her) to the opening where you knew the floor was ok.

Breaking through and falling through the floor in the process. 

Wood ate your leg, shards of teeth scraped all the way up from where you stepped. Hot blood seeped through the scratches as you tumbled into the darkness below. You were vaguely aware of someone shouting of your name.

You hit the ground with a sickening thud and crack. 

You couldn’t breath and you couldn’t move. 

Debris fell on top of you so whatever wasn’t broken, was weighed down. 

“Just great.” You gave a little sigh when air could enter your lungs again, trying not to give up too much breath. “This is fine. Everything is great.” 

Closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing, a peace settled over you. You knew you should be scared, but you weren’t. Shouldn’t you ask for help? Shouldn’t you be trying to get out? Definitely. But you could only lay there. 

Everything hurt…but it felt so nice to just lay there and sleep…

You loved Tech but why was he shouting at you? What was he shouting?

Oh.

“Wake up! You cannot go to sleep! Wake up!”

When did he climb down? How did he get down? How long have you been laying there? Surely not long…

Wait, did he just slap you?

Your eyes fluttered open.

“Hey.”

You tried to focus on Tech, eyes scrunched with undisguised worry as they searched your face and body. 

“That wasn’t nice. Waking sleeping people isn’t nice.” you mumbled with a slight smirk.

To your surprise, he didn’t spout off a fact like you expected him to, instead he smiled a little sadly. For the first time, he seemed unsure of what to say. 

“It is, if you’re afraid they will expire in their unconsciousness.”

“Fair enough.”

Wait, he was afraid of you dying? WAIT? WERE YOU DYING?

Panic overtook you. Eyes wide, you started to gasp and move around, words failing to form. Thankfully, Tech guessed your line of thought.

“Nothing to worry about. I have already woken you. You just need to stay awake for me, alright? I’ll move the debris off, and you will be just fine.”

“Are you lying to make me feel better?”

Tech looked at you and readjusted his goggles. “Now why would I do that?”

Wanting to shrug but not being able to, you settled for a sigh and fell silent. 

You felt a piece lifted off you…he was so strong…you could get lost in the movements of him heroically saving you but then he stopped. You nearly pouted but held back.

“Please, while I work, give me assurances you are still conscious. Talk if it isn’t painful or clench and unclench your free hand. I…was worried before. You fell rather far and hit your head.”

“Ok…”

Your mind searched for topics but the only one that came to mind was the thought that gave you comfort these past few weeks. You laughed a weak huff.

“Like I said…easily crushed…very appropriate…right…about now.”  

“No,” His voice was firm, not angry but steal-like, “like I said. Beautiful, brave, resilient, resourceful.” His soft smile returned. “Seems like Phee isn’t the only brave one of the two of you. My hypothesis was correct; I just wish you didn’t test it in such drastic measures.”

Your head nodded a little, the ghost of a laugh on your lips while your eyes fluttered closed.

“Please don’t go to sleep. I can’t lose you like this.” 

Wait…he was worried he’d lose you?!?

You wanted to comment on that. You didn’t know how, so after opening and shutting your mouth a few times, you settled on something equally important. 

Not knowing what else to say, you decided now was as good as ever to apologize. He might even be more forgiving with you in this condition.

“I’m sorry…for everything, Tech.” Tears started to well in your eyes. “I messed up so much. I ruined your ship. I—”

“You’re upset because you thought you hurt me or I was angry with you?”

You nodded, letting out a little sob. You couldn’t look at him, so you clamped your eyes shut and bit your lip, the pain keeping you from falling asleep. …he said your name so gently, the lump in your throat returned.

“You didn’t at all. I am sorry you thought that. I would have talked to you sooner had I known that is what upset you so. You were so grave I thought you needed some space as when you were overwhelmed. Phee told me you thought you ruined some important moments together, but I did not equate that with the toll it took on your mind. How could I when everything you did evoked a feeling of love for you?”

You sucked air through your lips and let the tears fall. 

“You’re not teasing me are you? Because l love you. And if this isn’t real, I swear…”

But you were startled into opening your eyes anyway. 

Did you die, or was Tech actually kissing you?

Tech placed one of his hands on your cheeks, stroking it gently with his thumb. His lips moved over yours ever so softly, as if he was afraid the movement would hurt you, yet there was a firmness there which reassured you that he wasn’t timid of you or how he felt. 

“You’re my beautiful flower. Nothing will ever change that. I promise. Now let’s get you out of here. If you wilt before, that is simply unacceptable and unforgivable after this confession.”

You chuckled, “Alright. Deal. No croaking before we leave.”

“Or after.” He sighed. “That was not giving you permission to ‘croak’ after being helped to safety.”

You could only laugh. 

“I won’t plan on it. Not when I’m finally yours. And Tech, only you can call me flower.”

“I thought it would be obvious...my flower.”

I know clones have force ghosts because during the food fight i could feel fives' presence, hanging off echo and laughing his ass off

the routine atp

Anakin: I promised Master Obi-wan and Commander Cody we wouldn´t do anything stupid or reckless.

Rex: Why would you lie to them like that? 

What about Hunter teaching Omega how to dance?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

LIZ THIS IS TOO CUTE STOOOOP, OMG 😭

Sorry it made me think of this gif. Father/daughter fluff, leave me alone i am made of jelly

Hunter didn't fancy himself the 'dad type'. Traveling, bounty hunting, endless scrapping and fighting, and frequenting Cyd's little bar wasn't an ideal location for a child. Hunter glanced at Omega as she tapped through the holoscreen on the jukebox in the corner. Her face was so identical to his and his brothers- a replica unlike any other he had met.

He chided himself. Clones are not fathers.

But something in his nature warmed when he saw her eyes fill with that happiness when she looked at the stars, or smelled clean grass, or explored new planets. Hunter smiled to himself, running a hand over his armorless arm as he leaned on the bar, watching. Omega's brow quirked- like Tech's- and her lips pursed as she read the titles of the songs- like Wrecker's- and she skimmed the list.

"Hunter?"

Blinking, Hunter lowered his drink as the smaller clone turned to look back at him. "Yeah, kid?"

"You know any of these songs?"

Hunter lowered his cup. He was nearly finished with the drink anyway. "Lemme look." Hunter lumbered over, the taste of cheap drink sour in his mouth. Omega stepped away from the jukebox, small fingers tapping each other as they steepled, probably an Echo habit. He smiled sideways towards her, noting briefly that the rainbow light of the jukebox looked bright and demanding on her hair, especially compared to his and his brothers own dark locks. "Huh. Bunch of stuff on here." Hunter thumbed through, tagging over the list of songs.

Omega bounced on her toes as Hunter selected a song, one he vaguely recalled the name of from skimming through whatever networks he could get when he was planetside through the war.

The notes were far more lilted and bright than they were on a crackling ship radio. It was energetic, even, and Hunter looked down at Omega, feeling his lip twitch in amusement. "This whatcha wanted?"

She nodded, her whole body hopping now. Giggling as she reached up, Omega clasped Hunter's hands.

Hunter wasn't quite sure what happened. All military thought melted away and he felt a laugh, a low grumbly chuckle, reverberate in his chest as he held her hands. He was the shortest of his brothers, but even he forgot how small the child was. Hunter grinned and moved with her as she danced. Her feet stepped on the tops of his, and Hunter moved with the music, being the guide for the small girl. Omega's laugh was light. From here, war was a distant thought, or more akin to a memory of some horrible days long passed.

Sure. Normal soldiers weren't fathers.

Good thing he was from a bad batch of soldiers.