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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/CT-9902 | Tech Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, CT-9902 | Tech Additional Tags: Smoking, Fluff Series: Part 3 of Came for Caf, stayed for You Summary:

Tech merely pushed Fox’s hand away so he could climb in his lap, and stole the cigarette from his mouth. “You are impossible.” Fox only looked up at him with an amused smile. “They cover up my handsome face, don’t they?” Tech gave a little huff and took a drag from the cigarette before leaning in to press their foreheads together. “Unfortunately, I rather like their look on you.”

A series of loosely connected Tech/Fox oneshots

This was inspired by this wonderful picture from @mystic3dream​, go check it out (and the fic too!)

They sign up for interrelating minors after the first degree.

a lot of it is stuff they already studied in their training, so Fox and Thorn are working on spPHDs while doing all of their other duties.

this is all completely unremarked upon until someone in the clone fan messageboards finds one of Fox’s essays and has enough knowledge on the subject is like ‘guys this is really good, and ow, the chancellor’s ears must have burned when he submitted this, because damn’

clone fans being what they are, the other work by the other corries is gone over with a fine tooth comb, but it’s not really noticed other than that.

until fox ends up doing an art history course or something, and Jocasta Nu is actually the professor in charge.

he has to come in for some of the lectures so the students can properly experience the works in question, and they’re in the archive. He also shares classes with jedi younglings on top of the coruscanti locals and core world galactic students.

he also, for the first time, has a group project that isn’t allowed to just be done over the comms. presumably because the jedi younglings have these kinds of classes on their schedules so they can be socialised with non-jedi in a safe environment.

Fox isn’t aware but like three new people have declared fox one of their friends

Fox’s final assignment for that course is actually the one that really blows up despite him submitting several thesis by that time eviscerating the new mandalorian government, mereel’s supercommando codex (because fuck you jango, your dad is smart but not an untouchable god), and the republican senate. but the art history course is where he discusses several priceless-because-they’re-fucking-illegal-to-own-sheev pieces in the chancellor’s office and apartments.

Some Fox/Tech cuddling while fueling their caffeine addiction

pls go and check it out, it has such cute and wholesome vibes!! >.<

Fox smiled - actually smiled, which he rarely did - at Tech when he handed him his cup, then lifted his free arm so Tech could settle against his side. The couch was barely big enough for the two of them, especially in armor, not that they cared. It just gave them an excuse to sit together as close as possible. Once they were settled, Fox sipped at his caf. It was strong, the way he liked it, but a bit too bitter for his liking. He also couldn't taste the supposed floral note. It was more earthy. Not bad, but also not how advertised. Tech seemed to share his opinion. “I don't see why this senator thinks this kind of caf is good.”

alternate version with a slight shadow of a beard under the cut

also the series now has a title!! everyone go read it

Chapters: ½ Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/CT-9902 | Tech Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, CT-9902 | Tech, CC-4477 | Thire Additional Tags: First Meetings, Pre-Relationship, Fluff and Humor

“Hey, hey, don’t break it!”

Fox paused and went back a few steps to peer into the break room and see what had gotten Thire so worked up. Maybe a shiny that was still unfamiliar with their equipment, or a senator had wandered in the wrong room again. Whatever it was, he was curious.

It … was a visitor, but not one Fox had expected. He was wearing clone armor and faintly looked like a clone, but also not really.

Their visitor pushed his goggles up his nose and gave Thire a glare. “I know what I am doing.”

Cut to Tech up in the middle of the night with a huge mug of caf and a datapad curled up in one of the flight chairs and also in a suspiciously oversized black and red hoodie. Wrecker eventually reclaims it but now it’s got caf and engine grease stains and Tech is back to complaining about how cold it is on the Marauder in hyperspace.

Cut to Hunter passed tf out in his bunk with a huge pair of noise canceling headphones that you can’t really see for the way he’s got the hood of the frankly ridiculously large black and red hoodie pulled up so far it’s covering his eyes. Wrecker reclaims it the next morning but Hunter says it’s really soft inside which Wrecker knows means it doesn’t feel like sandpaper during a migraine.

Cut to Omega completely consumed inside the hoodie reaching out from sweater paws as long as her actual arms to take the mug of hot cocoa Wrecker made her. She had a nightmare, she says, and it’s a lot easier to remember she’s not on Kamino anymore because Kamino didn’t have anything this soft and heavy and cuddly to wear. And it also didn’t have hot cocoa or a big brother to make her hot cocoa. And Wrecker gets the hoodie back the next afternoon with a little Lula clumsily drawn in marker on the cuff.

And months and months later. Cut to Crosshair still so painfully skinny that all his base layers and old civvies hang off him as much as the hoodie hung off Tech when he couldn’t sleep and hangs off Hunter when he’s coming off a bad overload. Not quite as much as Omega, even with the inches she’s put on during her time in Tantiss, but still. Cut to Crosshair shivering in the mild chill of a Pabu morning trying to look more angry than miserable. To a tarp-sized mass of red and black fabric smacking him in the face and Wrecker saying put the damn hoodie on you’re making me feel cold. And Crosshair snarls and hisses but puts the damn hoodie on. Says nothing else about it. And Wrecker half-forgets he gave it to him until the next morning when he gets up and finds Crosshair still in his bunk instead of already gone from the ship. Still in his bunk and still in the hoodie, with the hood up and his knees tucked up inside it and his hands hidden like how he used to sleep all balled up as a cadet.