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Hello mooni! I was wondering if I could please send in a request for my beloved Tech and female reader with fluff with light angst?

I was thinking maybe reader and Tech get lost or in a pickle on a mission and is feeling quite nervous as this hasn’t happened to her before and Tech tries his best to comfort her which could maybe lead to Tech admitting his feelings for her? OR you could do anything you absolutely wish 🤍

huge thanks if you choose to do this and don’t worry if not, also, take your time! 🤍

Thank you 😊

this is so cute! i went back and forth for awhile on if i should make it from the reader's perspective or tech's, but ultimately decided reader's. hope you enjoy!

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Tech x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,786 words

Warnings: panic, panic attack (alluded too, not detailed/mentioned)

Genre: FLUFF, with a slight dashing of angst, as requested

Description: When a mission with Tech goes awry, feelings arise.

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Stranded Lovers

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“Right, do we all understand the mission?”

You had definitely not been listening to Hunter explain your upcoming mission.

It was hard. Not that Hunter did it intentionally, but sometimes he did kind of just drone on in a way. You knew he meant well, but you seemed to never be able to focus when it came time to debrief.

Not with Tech around.

He was quite cute.

He was endearing, that was for sure. You always made time to listen to him, never minding how he spoke his mind. It was so inspiring. His honeyed eyes, pretty lips-

No, no.

Tech was a member of the team, and he was a part of the group. There were no feelings to be involved, and certainly no ideas of “cuteness” surrounding Tech. You didn’t have the heart to cause such a disruption to the chaotic flow of the Batch’s already chaotic lifestyle.

You had caught eyes with him during the briefing though.

He sometimes wondered if that look in your eyes meant something, and you sometimes wondered if that look in his eyes-

“Hey. Are you ready?” Hunter called out to you. The rest of the Batch had already made their way out onto the planet, awaiting your arrival.

“Yes, of course! Sorry!” You called back, running to join the others, daydream abandoned.

“No problem. Alright team, I think it’s best we split up. Cross, Omega, you’re with me. Wrecker and Echo, you take that path…”

That meant-

Maker.

You prayed you would focus better during the actual mission than you had in the briefing.

“You two will take that other path, and we’ll meet you at the checkpoint. Got it?” Hunter finished, pointing at you and Tech.

“We will rendezvous at the checkpoint. Good luck,” Tech said, turning abruptly.

He began to walk towards the path Hunter had pointed out ahead, you slightly behind him.

He was cute in his helmet-

No. Focus.

You decided to focus on the surrounding nature, easing your mind off of cute genius engineers.

Or a cute genius engineer in this case.

Focus.

Cadmium green surrounded the two of you as you slowly began to make your way through the flora. Tropical sunny yellows and hued rosy pinks of flowers brushed your ankles, almost floating among the greenery around you. Dewy drops slowly trickling down slopes of plants, tiny splashes at your feet.

It was gorgeous.

“Don’t touch that. It’s poisonous, and will likely kill you within approximately 30 minutes,” Tech called.

You had stopped in your tracks upon seeing a towering, flowering plant. Crismons blossoms decorated the plant, soft green leaves tracing the flowers. In curiosity, you had slowly begun to reach for the plant.

He hadn’t even been facing you.

“You got eyes in the back of your head?”

You heard a tsk sound as you began to follow the engineer again.

“I believe you mean ‘do you’, and no. It is physically impossible to have eyes in the back of your head. Furthermore, I believe the strain on both sets of eyes would be incredibly painful if humanoids were to possess eyes on the front of their face, and the back of their head,” Tech rambled.

You decided for the rest of the journey, no hands would be making contact with beautiful, strange plants.

The two of you continued on, greenery enveloping you, shadows melting away into the forest.

It was actually quite relaxing.

Russet roots overlapped the damp earth, the sun bearing life to the planet around you. The continuous flowering vegetation presented a strange sort of haven for the life that thrived within the earth.

Rarely did any of you get these sights anymore. Between running from the Empire, working for Cid, it was all so…

Much.

In a strange way, you always felt like you were running, even when you weren’t running anywhere at all.

“I believe we are close to our checkpoint with the rest of the group.”

You were pulled from the depths of your mind, attention meeting the engineer’s face, almost running into him.

He quickly caught your arms, your feet stopping inches before him.

Why were your arms so warm suddenly?

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

So much for not running anywhere.

He shot you a quick shake of his head, turning back around to forge ahead. He wondered if you had missed the smile that graced his face.

“It should just be up ahead,” Tech stated, walking a bit ahead of you towards a large canopy of leaves.

He held back a few leaves for you, allowing the both of you to enter into a small clearing.

And…

There was nothing.

No Hunter, or Crosshair, no Echo and Wrecker, no Omega, nothing.

Wasn't this supposed to be the checkpoint?

“Uh, Tech?”

“Yes?”

“Where are we?”

Tech began furiously typing into his datapad.

“I- I’m not sure. I thought I put in the correct coordinates,” Tech mumbled.

Suddenly the greenery wasn’t so relaxing anymore.

“We’re lost?” You asked, panic slowly beginning to rise in your stomach.

“I wouldn’t say that. Let me just check my coordinates.”

You tried to remain calm, reminding yourself that Tech was a genius in all aspects, and he would definitely figure-

“It seems we are in a blind spot. I have no signal.”

The panic didn’t settle, in fact, it rooted itself in your mind much like the lush trees you had witnessed earlier in your journey. It began to grow slowly as the seconds passed in the realization.

You were lost.

On some random planet.

With no way to contact for help.

“So not only are we lost, we’re stranded?” You questioned, turning to face the clone with wide eyes.

“It would seem so. No signal also means no comms, so it seems for the time being, we are in fact stranded,” Tech stated simply, seeming completely fine.

You were stranded on a foreign planet in the middle of nowhere, no Batch, and certainly no way to contact for help.

The jungle began closing in.

“What are we going to do?!”

Tech was surprised by your sudden outburst, yet he hadn’t quite caught on to the slow panic building within your mind.

“I suppose we shall wait, hoping the others will eventually stumble on us,” Tech declared.

The leaves felt like they were slowly unfurling, reaching to grab you. Flowers that were suddenly not only poisonous, but claustrophobic. Roots that would soon grab you by the legs, twisting you sideways.

“What if they don’t find us?!”

“I assure you we will be fine. The others will-”

“But what if we are stranded here for hours?! We don’t have rations! We have no way of knowing if this planet gets cold at night, and what if our blacks won’t keep us warm enough?! What if the others never find us, and what if-”

“Hey.”

You had somehow ended up on the ground, shaking. The panic of being lost, the thought of never finding your way plagued you. Your eyes frantically began searching the ground for an escape, your breathing erratic.

“Breathe.”

Tech once again took hold of your arms, warmth seeping through his gloves and armor. With shaky, but steady breaths, you followed Tech in a silent cycle of regulating your mind once again.

He hated seeing you like this.

For Tech, it was just another mishap on a mission, one he would correct for all future missions. He saw it as nothing more than just a mistake.

Somehow, his helmet had been abandoned in the panic, yet he hoped he was more comforting than a modulator. Your eyes had still been facing the ground, and he supposed the ground at this moment was more comforting.

“There you go, mesh’la,” he whispered quietly, your figure slowly relaxing.

The nature was no longer closing in.

The slight jitters in your stomach from Tech’s touch certainly were though.

Wait.

What had he just called you?

“What did you just call me?”

He stared.

He hadn’t meant to let that one slip.

“I- It’s a… Mando’a term of endearment.”

He had begun slowly rubbing circles with his thumbs on your arms. Jittery flutters danced in your stomach.

Neither of you could look away.

“What’s it mean?”

It was as if you were both on autopilot, neither wanting to move, yet too entranced to stop.

Words were lost, there was no need for them now.

It was soft when his lips met yours. Delicate, like the leaves that had encapsulated the flowers you had seen. His hands had stilled against your arms, locked into place.

Locked into you.

Soon, slow became fast, feverish lips that devoured your own, a soft whine painting your lips as Tech pinched your bottom lip with his teeth.

You wanted more, the pull of a magnet attracting you back to him, yet the lack of oxygen was soon enveloping you.

Tech pulled back, both of you gasping for air. A crooked smile spread on his face.

His heart skipped when he saw a matching smile curl on your lips.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, settling to place a peck on your forehead.

You thought you were going to faint, and not from a lack of air.

“How long have you thought about doing that?” You whispered, warmth growing as he suddenly became bashful.

Maker, he was even more cute with that pinkish tint on his nose.

“For quite some time… mesh’la.”

This must have been some kind of heaven.

“Well it’s good that I’ve-”

“Hey! I found them!” A shout rang out.

Suddenly, Wrecker came tumbling through the flora in the clearing, followed by the rest of the Batch.

“Hey! You guys okay? We were super worried about you when you didn’t comm in at the checkpoint,” Wrecker exclaimed.

The sweet heaven around you broke, the jungle once again surrounding you as Tech, ever the gentleman, helped you up.

“Tech got us stranded.”

“Lost. I got us lost.”

“Stranded.”

“Lost.”

“Okay, that’s enough from you two. Let’s get back to the checkpoint and finish up this mission,” Hunter asserted, breaking up the ensuing back-and-forth.

The others began to slowly make their way back through the forest, though the strange look and smile from the boys and Omega was not lost on either of you.

As you both began to follow the Batch through the foliage, Tech trailed a bit behind the rest to catch the two of you alone again.

He caught your hand, lacing his own gloved fingers through yours.

“I wouldn’t mind getting stranded again, mesh’la. I don’t think we were quite finished.”

He was so much more than endearing.

You smiled softly, catching that pinky hue on his nose again.

“I wouldn’t mind that either, Tech.”

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tagging the lovely @nahoney22, as well as a few others! @hellothere-generalangsty @eyecandyeoz @baddest-batchers @moonstrider9904

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