Clone x OC Week 2026

Day 7: A Happy Memory

"...Echo, it's your turn." "...Can't Gregor do it?" "...Gregor did my turn."

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Day 6: Cats Was going to draw them as their animals partners but I just wanted to doodle cats after a long day so... Echo is a somali and Arani is a bengal ~ ฅ^>⩊<^ฅ

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Title: End of the Line

Prompt: Alternate Universe - Wild West AU

Rating E - Chapter 3 is the smut chapter, the rest is T

Words: 25k

Read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83987326/chapters/221426451

1885 - New Mexico - Word reaches the Wolfpack of a train carrying wealthy investors, the kind of target that’s too good to ignore. It should have been easy but everything goes sideways when Wolffe takes a hostage.

Liri Arkay was raised in privilege far away in London and now she's on her way to a life she's never wanted. When the train is robbed and she's taken hostage, Liri strikes a deal, refusing to play the expected role in all of this.

Summary: Commander Fox finally gets some hours off. Hp also happened to finish her shift after filing countless reports for him. Both end up in the locker room shower. 

Prompts: Armor off/Secret Glances/First Glimpse

OC: Headphones (Hp)

Note: When recovering from injuries, like broken bones or sprains, the higher-ups send Headphones to Coruscant to help Fox with reports. She’s complained about being left in med bays to recover, so they allowed her to take on the small tasks so she can feel useful.

Clone: Commander Fox

Warnings: Implied Nudity/ Sensuality.

Minors DNI!! 18+ ONLY

Tags: @zee-the-twi @scallywagsami @eobe @leenathegreengirl @bittybug-sunflower-blog @endors-editz

Day 7 of @clonexocweek Theme: Free Space / A good memory Info about my OC Essani here (also briefly featuring another OC/clone couple, Kez and Tup in their first mention together) Fic snippet length: 1450 words

(all of my things are a little late, i didn't realize this was happening but wanted to share! all of these will be snippets of full chapters i'm working on for a full fic.)

this one is a snippet of fives and essani's "first date" which does not involve blaster fire.

featuring this small, resized commissioned art by @cobaltbeam from 5 years ago that isn't a 1x1 to this scene but fits pretty much all of the vibes. 🥰

Essani had never been 79s—for while she was friendly and worked often with many clones, she had never had a reason to intrude. But since she was invited…she half-worried she would stand out, but it was less of a true worry and more of an observation.

She took a cab, not wanting to ruin her outfit with the ride on her speeder. The place was loud and busy lit up like a casino and overfilling with clones. As she stepped off onto the platform, she spotted troopers, commanders, officers, and just in a single sweep, a handful of non-clones, obviously there for various forms of entertainment and companionship.

Needless to say, one blue-skinned Pantorian did not stand out.

Slipping through the front doors, she scanned the space, as per habit. The main floor had a bar, arcade consoles and tables. The second floor seemed to also have tables and another bar. And if her intel was correct, the remaining two floors were private rooms—it wasn’t like the clones had personal dwellings to return back to.

There were at least a dozen Twi’lek, humans and near-humans buzzing around the place, drinking and laughing with the clones. She knew some were probably paid to be here, but couldn’t help but feel that some were there because they actually considered clones to be war heroes. Good. Essani did too.

She recognized a number of clones in the space too—it seemed there were a number from 501st: Jesse and Kix at a table playing dejarik, Tup at a standing table flirting with a bare chested yellow skinned Twi’lek who must have been from Coruscant because he did not carry on the Rhyloth trend of filing his teeth; she even recognized Thorn, who had been on her very first run with Skywalker where she’d first met Echo and Fives. She knew he worked on Coruscant now and had seen him sometimes.

And of course, sitting together, drinking and chatting, were the inseparable duo themselves: Fives and Echo. Their auras were clear and light, probably the lightest she’d ever seen which filled her own heart with a kind of light pull that drew to toward their table.

Her heart a trilling bird, she picked her way through the crowd, catching Echo’s eye and tapping her lips with a finger to signal him not to spook Fives. She gave him a wink and his eyes flicked back to his brother, continuing the conversation they were having.

Day 5 and 7 of @clonexocweek

Prompts - Happy endings, growing old, good memories, tattoos, domestic

Pairing - Crosshair x Ira

A sappy little fic of them having some downtime post-Tantiss to reflect and get re-acquainted with each other as Ira replaces a tattoo Crosshair lost with his severed hand which he carves onto his new prosthetic. It reminds them both of when they got their tattoos on a very drunken night during the war and as they reminisce, it helps brings them closer together.

The pair sat next to each other in the partial shade of an old, wizened olive tree, their knees touching and legs tangled despite the sleek, driftwood bench they were sat on having plenty of the room for the two to sprawl out.

Yet the closeness was welcome, as Ira cradled Crosshair's prosthetic hand in his own ,living, palm as he etched a carving of a wrapping vine around his trigger finger; a reminder of the tattoo he'd lost with the severing of his right hand.

The faint chill of the dark metal was cool against the heat of his skin, warmed by the late afternoon sun, and though Ira knew Crosshair would be unable to feel it, he couldn't help the unconscious way his fingers grazed the metallic ridges of Crosshair's knuckles whilst he worked, the movement so achingly familiar that even the years they'd spent apart hadn't dulled the instinct. Even so, Crosshair leaned into the phantom touch, subconsciously inching further towards Ira, as he watched with a quiet admiration the delicate way his calloused hands that had seen so much war traced the familiar pattern onto the metal with an almost angelic grace.

There was a calm concentration settled onto Ira's features, his alien blue eyes held a controlled focus, yet Crosshair could tell he was relaxed from the loose set of his jaw and the drooping of his shoulders. It was a rare sight these days to see him free from the stress that usually tied his features in knots, and Crosshair couldn't help but take a moment to admire him.

In the weeks since Tantiss, despite the initial relief, everyone had been on edge just waiting for The Empire to sweep their victory from under their feet, and the panic had, understandably, not yet fully subsided. It still remained for some, always hanging like a dark cloud.

Yet nothing had happened.

They were safe.

It seemed this new reality was just starting to set in for the rest of the batch, and he could see it now reflected in Ira, quietly working away with a sense of serenity finally beginning to settle on his rounded features, softening the permanently etched lines of worry from his face.

Crosshair found he was yet to find this peace for himself, but seeing it shining anew in the deep blue depths of Ira's gaze, he felt like they were nineteen again, young and dumb and pretending they didn't have a care in the world. Which was exactly what had prompted him to get the tattoo Ira was replicating in the first place.

It was a homage to his lover, the tattoo wrapping around his trigger finger was a much smaller replica of the vine wrapping Ira's right arm. Ira had one too- a small crosshair inked onto the fingerprint of his trigger finger, spontaneously gotten on a drunken night at the height of their love. They were small, but meaningful and his new prosthetic had felt bare without it, so he had quietly asked Ira to do the honours.

Yet despite his initial embarrassment, he now couldn't help the faint laugh escaping him as his lips upturned in a nostalgic smile, eyes floating back down to Ira's roughened hands as he worked, following the scrape of the tool as Ira etched the familiar pattern back to life.

"Remember when we got these" Crosshair asked, his voice soft and wistful.

He watched as Ira's face lit up with a grin, his eyes still fixed on his prosthetic hand nestled into the cradle of his palms.

"Do you? You were drunk" he laughed softly, slowing his work and letting his fingers rest atop his knuckles, holding the hand in an embrace.

"I wasn't that drunk..." Crosshair retorted, though there was no heat to his voice, if only a faint whisper of embarrassment. Ira just scoffed, disbelieving.

"We got them at that sketchy shop on Pantora" he replied matter-of-factly, as if to show he could in-fact remember.

"And may I remind you" he added, his voice hardening "You couldn't sit upright when you were getting yours done cause you were that far-gone" he quipped, making Ira gasp dramatically in protest.

But before he could get a word out to defend himself, Crosshair continued, cutting him off with a start, "I had to lean against you so you didn't fall face-first off the chair" he teased "Or did you forget?" Crosshair finished, mocking, leaning back in victory.

Ira scoffed, his face faintly flushed as he halted his work to lock eyes with Crosshair, watching him defiantly, though there was an obvious playfulness shimmering in his eyes.

"I seem to remember you were in a similar state" Ira jabbed, his competitive spirit slowly re-kindling as they began to slip back into their familiar rhythm of banter. Crosshair simply rolled his eyes dismissively, his face sour, though he didn't deny Ira's claim.

There was something so achingly familiar in the way they teased each other and he hadn't realised how much he'd missed bantering with Ira like this until now.

During the war, they had been locked in a constant back and forth of quips and snark, yet they both knew they didn't mean any harm. It was just how they used to be. This all changed with their split and it had stung.

Even with Crosshair returning to the batch, it had taken time and copious amount of effort to heal the broken bonds between them, but they had healed.

Eventually.

In the end it had paid of. As the two had made peace with each other, Crosshair had noticed their old ways were beginning to creep back into their interactions; a slight brush of fingers, a harmless tease, their gazes finding each other from across a room.

It felt like coming home.

"But it was definitely sketchy" Ira conceded with a laugh to change the subject seeing Crosshair had backed down, though it surprised him how easily he had conceded. He was never one to surrender, even for something as harmless as a dig, so it was a shock to see his usually defiant partner taking the hit. Though, he guessed, everyone had changed these past few years, Crosshair most of all. Besides, he didn't mind the thought of getting to know the man he cared for all over again, as a new chapter of their lives opened up like a blossoming flower before them like the little white flowers that sprouted from the branches of the canopy above.

"Not exactly our brightest idea. The choice of shop I mean" Crosshair huffed and Ira agreed with a soft laugh "Couldn't shoot properly for days it hurt that much" he admitted with a nervous bark of a laugh.

"I know" Ira mused "You were whining about it constantly…" he teased, nudging him with his foot as he laughed, and he saw Crosshair's face sour, his brow knitting as a frown sprung to his lips, his usual combative nature re-surfacing amidst the tenderness.

"I don't whine-" he quipped defiantly and Ira had to purse his lips to stop his laugh from escaping at the memory and the borderline furious scowl Crosshair was sporting.

In the distance, the waves crashed, carrying with it the faint tinge of salt on the breeze, fragranced with the island's flora as it tousled Ira's long mousy hair, the afternoon sun painting his locks golden and emphasising his dimpled cheeks, raised in a contented smile.

Despite the faked irritation he was trying to uphold for the sake of the bit, Crosshair couldn't help the glow of admiration melting onto his features, washing away the scowl almost instantly and Ira watched as his features softened as a thoughtfulness seeped into his honey brown eyes.

Their eyes met, and they exchanged a questioning look, Ira prompting him to speak his mind. After a moment, he began;

"I… never regretted it, though. The tattoo." Crosshair spoke with a surprising softness, the previous spark of defiance vanishing like mist in the sun as he broke eye contact, embarrassed, to gaze past him into the distant crashing of waves.

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be able to feel the way Ira cradled his new hand, holding it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. At first, the feeling startled him. The familiar pang of wanting was something he was still adjusting to. But after a moment of thought, he decided to let it pass through him.

"It reminded me of you, when we were apart" he confessed in a small voice, fuelled with the fire of longing that buzzed in his veins, his gaze faraway as he spoke lost in his own emotions. Ira listened intently, sensing the mood had shifted and dropping the teasing to match the sudden tenderness. He now brought Crosshair's other hand to join the one he held, responding to Crosshair's softness in his own way.

Crosshair tried to squander the sigh that threatened to escape him as he felt Ira's fingers wrap warm and loving around his remaining hand, yet as he felt Ira's thumb begin to trace the length of his finger, he couldn't help but release the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He wondered sometimes if Ira could read his mind, and this was only adding to his conspiracy.

"When I was… In there" Crosshair began hesitantly, swallowing tentatively before he continued as he felt his remaining hand begin to shake in Ira's grip.

"And I found out you were alive" he paused at the memory to knit his fingers, both flesh and metal, together to steady the tremor he had been unable to shake even with the loss of his hand.

He breathed purposefully, planning his next words carefully before he spoke them aloud. It somehow made his experience more real, but he knew he had to say it. There was no running from what happened, because it had happened, and as much as Crosshair hated to admit, the experience stuck with him, no matter how hard he tried to move on, and Ira needed to know.

"I was relieved" he stated matter-of-factly when he felt like he could speak.

"But…" he paused with a hesitant exhale. He felt Ira running his thumb encouragingly over the wrist of his stump, the touch grounding against his skin and helping to quell the still-present shaking. He inhaled shakily before continuing.

"I felt… I couldn't face you" he admitted, as he tried to control the shake from his voice.

"Thought I didn't deserve to"

This time, he couldn't stop the quiver and the words came out clunky and raw, hanging thick in the warm afternoon air and clouding the small gap between the two.

Ira didn't speak for a moment, the pair falling into a contemplative silence, the only sound the faint rustling of the trees and distant chitter of moon-yos filling the quiet. The heat of the afternoon sun suddenly felt sweltering, and Crosshair felt like he couldn't meet Ira's gaze as he tried desperately to steady his breathing along with his still shaking hand, heart pounding in his chest as he dreaded Ira's response. Yet his mind was begging for Ira to say something, anything to fill the gaping quiet.

"We've… Got a lot to make up for" Ira breathed after a moment to think, his voice softened and carrying a faint sadness as his eyes dropped to their intertwined hands, light dancing through the leaves of the branches of the olive tree and catching the metal of Crosshair's hand in glints, bathing the half-finished carving in light.

He heard Crosshair hum in resigned agreement, and began stroking the crest of his knuckles in response, studying the familiar shape of his slender hand, mapping it out with his finger as he re-acquainted himself with the man he couldn't help but love.

"But we have the time" He reassured, bringing his eyes back up to Crosshair's level as he continued to stare off into the distance, a harsh regret shining in the honey brown glow of his eyes, reflecting the midday sun. After a moment, Crosshair shifted his gaze and their eyes found each others' once again, and the melancholy seemed to ebb and dissolve.

Despite the constant back and forth of endless chaos these past few years, they had made it out.

They were alive, and now they had a chance to live.

To really live.

It would take time to learn how to, but they had plenty.

And Crosshair couldn't think of another person he'd rather spend his life with, than the one who sat across from him now, with his hands enclosing his own, their legs entwined and knees kissing.

"I'm glad" he breathed, choked with sincerity and undisguised fondness. He was never any good with words, yet he found his response came easy, as if it were the only thing he could say. Because he meant it.

It felt as simple as breathing because to Crosshair, loving Ira was just a part of who he was. No matter what had come between them, Ira had never left his mind.

He felt it now, stronger than ever and practically burning him from the inside out.

They had shaped each other in ways they were still to this day discovering and he would be forever grateful for that; he knew, as he slotted his fingers between Ira's own, reciprocating the touch.

He felt Ira shift his hand, until they were holding each other in a more comfortable embrace, Crosshair ghosting his finger over Ira's crosshair tattoo with undisguised fondness as he drew circles into his hand as they relished the cool breeze, blowing away the hurt from the past few years.

"Me too" Ira agreed, his voice light and airy with an infectious sense of relief that seeped it's way into Crosshair's bones through their knotted fingers.

They both knew it would take time to heal. Yet Crosshair found he couldn't deny the cold rush of peace he finally felt washing over him with the breeze whistling through the leaves of the olive tree.

They had time.

And he wasn't going to waste it.

Day 5 & 6 of @clonexocweek Theme: Happy ending / Five years later / Alternate Universe (No Order 66) Info about my OC Essani here Fic snippet length: 461 words

(all of my things are a little late, i didn't realize this was happening but wanted to share! all of these will be snippets of full chapters i'm working on for a full fic.)

this is part of my 'fives saves the galaxy' au in which order 66 doesn't happen and this one gives me many, many feelings.

In the years right after it all, Fives would have nightmares and Essani would get up and comfort him. She still woke each time, and sometimes he did ask for comfort, but sometimes he went out for a run or did what he did tonight, which was meticulously disassemble and clean his weapons.

When Essani woke up naturally, a few hours later, Fives was finishing up gun number three. She kept her eyes slitted, watching him through her lashes. In the five years since their flight from Coruscant, Fives had aged a decade. There were a few shots of gray in his hair and, thanks to actual food and a little less time on the battlefield, his form had filled out his wide shoulders and barrel chest, all muscle with body fat to keep him going and to make him the best cuddling partner ever.

Essani moved a little, signaling she was awake and reached a hand out toward him over the covers. She said nothing, but smiled warmly.

Fives placed the weapon down and looked over at her. “What’re you smiling about?” He asked, his own small smile on his face. Her hair was mussed, her skin always a little paler in the morning, making her tattoos really stand out.

Essani wanted to say I love watching you work or Come back to bed or simply I love you, but instead what came out was, “Do you want to get married?”

Fives’s eyebrows rose and Essani scrambled to a seated position. His mind tumbled through responses as she got to her feet wearing only a simple shirt. I can’t was his first reaction but then he remembered he was a citizen now. You’re going to outlive me, was the second. But she stood in front of him, eyebrows quirked and placed a hand on the curve of his neck and he said, “Yes” without thinking.

Her hesitant smile turned to a full grin. “Yes?”

He gripped her hips, pulling her closer, forehead resting against her sternum, voice muffled by her torso. “Yes.”

She wrapped her arms around his head and hugged him before he leaned back a little and she kissed him. “We…we should figure out where.” Her golden eyes danced.

“Coruscant?” He knew her family didn’t like to leave the planet.

“We need to get everyone together,” she agreed, already making a list in her head. “My family…your family.”

He nodded, not making a list, massaging her hips under his hands and humming. “Yeah. Later.”

“Later?” She was distracted by the lists! And the logistics and—

Wrecker x Emelia

Wrecker x Medic!OC

Alternate AU

no CW

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lenny asked.

Emelia paused a moment before she nodded her head. “Yeah, it’ll be fine.” Then she chuckled to herself as she patted Lenny and sent him into the bathroom where Wrecker was showering. She pushed the button on the camera to start recording and then hid herself down the hallway.

It didn’t take long for Wrecker to start screaming and then he burst out of the bathroom, suds still on his body, and a towel barely wrapped around his waist. Echo unfortunately was coming down the hallway the same time as Wrecker and got knocked over. Both fell into a tangle of limbs as Echo tried to figure out what was going on.

“Ahh! What’s wrong Wrecker?! And why…are you naked?!… and wet?!”

Day 4 of @clonexocweek Theme: Look at Me Fic snippet length: 957 words

Kez is a Twi'lek that Tup met on Coruscant. The two of them are mentioned in the background of my Jedi OC Essani and Fives fic/world, and this is actually the first full scene I have written for these two. I kind of am in love with Kez, he's very fun to write.

Tup didn’t need to go into the hanger bay on his patrol, but he was bored and not tired so he continued to do a sweep. They were in a hyperspace lane currently, having retrieved some supplies from a nearby station before continuing on to yet another section of the Mid Rim.

He didn’t expect anything to happen on his patrol, but the clones still ran the same routines to stay sharp. Gave them less time to think about everything else they were put through day in and day out.

Beneath his helmet, a frown had formed between his brows when he noticed movement in one of the bays. He stepped out of line and peered around a bomber to see a larger shuttle, painted in an understated dark brown and yellow. It was unusual to see non-military grade ships aboard a cruiser, but not unheard of.

Who had to be the pilot was currently tinkering with something around the exit ramp. Tup’s hands tightened on his blaster.

But then the stranger came into focus: a tall, muscular Twi’lek, long lekku brushing to his waist, covered in intricate designs a few shades darker than his light yellow skin.

Tup’s grip grew slack and his blaster fell to his side. “Kez?” he asked, pulling off his helmet.

Kids? Old Rex? Never attempted so here's a silly lil doodle ~ Day 5: A Decade Later

"...Rex, should anything happen to me, to Echo, take care of him for us. Teach him your kindness, your strength. Tell him we loved him. Tell him that we weren't perfect but we tried our best. Teach him that he can be anything he wants to be." "...Don't tell him about what happened to Echo on Pabu. You know it was his most embarrassing moment and he would never forgive you. (He told me to write that. Please tell our son the entire story.)" "...We know you won't let us down."

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Day 3 of @clonexocweek Theme: Injury Info about my OC Essani here Fic snippet length: 418 words

(all of my things are a little late, i didn't realize this was happening but wanted to share! all of these will be snippets of full chapters i'm working on for a full fic.)

this one is one of the newer short sequences i've been writing. it takes place closer to the end of the war.

Essani woke like she was swimming up for air. She felt heavy and slow, but she knew she was safe so her walls were down. She felt the mild pain of the men around her and then--

"Hey, baby." Fives's concern sliced through it all.

Essani blinked against the bright light and felt the brush of his fingers against her cheek. "Fives…" She pushed herself to full consciousness and then propped up on her elbows. "What're you doing here? Are you okay?"

Nothing about his body language or aura said he was injured, but since they'd just been through battle, it wasn't unlikely he got hurt too.

"Me? Essani, you have a hole in your leg."

She grimaced and glanced down at the bacta glove over her leg. "I'll survive."

He shook his head, an amused curl to his lips. "You Jedi…"

"Were you worried about me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"You don't usually get hurt," he said, as if their first moments alone together weren't marred by her being injured. "Of course I was worried."

I'm not a Jedi Knight, I'm only playing at this thing, she thought then shook her thoughts away. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm okay. Kix is a good medic."

"Yeah," Fives agreed, hand still cupping her cheek. "He said you stayed up and helped take down a whole slew of clankers before casevac."

"Just because I couldn't walk didn't mean I couldn't fight. The Force is always with me," she said. And a few blasters.

He smiled at her tenacity. "Knew there was a reason I liked you." He leaned down to kiss her before resting his forehead against hers for a moment. "We're still above planet, but there's negotiations going on down there."

"And you're up here?"

"I ain't one for negotiating," he reminded.

"Ah, of course." She smiled lightly.

He lingered, eyes on her face, hand dancing across her collarbones. "I should let you rest."

She wanted to protest that she was fine, but he needed rest too. So she held her tongue and sat back, squeezing his hand as he let go. "See you when this is all over?"

"Yeah."

"I'll have a nice big scar," she added, a point of pride instead of failure.

@clonexocweek day 7 babyyyyyyy! Big finale! And for this, I decided to share my cover for my main fic about Magma Squad, Lambs :), Definitely wanted a contrast of childishness with hopelessness. They gotta stay silly despite The Horrors of Mustafar and Being a Clone lol. I gotta say this was fun as hell, might do it next year!

WARNINGS INCLUDE: Cloneshipping (as in like, doodles of clones holding hands)