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hi! I don't know if you take requests, but if you do may I request a Tech x f!Jedi reader where they sort of acknowledged their feelings for one another during the era of the clone wars, but never really acted upon them. then after order 66 happens, they somehow reunite and ofc Tech is super happy to see her again, then on pabu his brother have to convince him to act and kiss her since neither of them know when or if they will see one another again, and he does?

thanks!

(Bad Batch) Tech x Reader: Ghost

Author's Note: Consider this a late Tech Tuesday! Enjoy!

Word Count: 3,108

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, kiss

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

Tech tilted his head to steal a sideways glance at Hunter through his goggles, brows furrowing over his narrowed eyes as his mind considered a million and one possibilities.

"One might say I have," he answered cryptically, not wasting any more time before pursuing the figure.

It was evident that Hunter was puzzled by the reply, but he knew better than to ignore that look in his squadmate's eyes. He reached out with his senses in hopes of noticing anything in particular.

But even he has difficulty finding something in a bustling square when he hasn't the slightest clue of what that something is.

Tech was determined to track down his target. It was only a fleeting glimpse... But he was sure he'd seen it. His brown eyes scanned the crowd of faces as he shouldered his way through in the most polite way he could in such a hurry. A chorus of, "excuse me"s and "pardon"s left his lips. He even had to utter a full apology after stepping on a bystander's foot.

Then, he saw it again.

This time, he wouldn't lose sight of it. His eyes remained locked on it- on her.

It was her, he realized.

She had joined a small crowd in the main square to observe the festival performers.

She wore dark clothes- very different from her robes.

But of course, Tech thought. She was in hiding. Obviously, she would have to protect her identity after Order 66 occurred.

Tech looked over his shoulder to see Hunter with widened eyes. He'd finally seen you too. They both locked gazes and nodded, mutually deciding to approach with caution.

For once in his life, Tech wasn't entirely sure how to proceed. The last thing he wanted was to startle you. After all, it wouldn't be unheard of for your instincts to kick in, especially towards clones.

By the time he reached you, he was even less sure.

Hunter took the liberty of greeting you simply and in a light-hearted way in hopes that you'd be put at ease.

"Fancy meeting you here," he rumbled.

Tech's eyes flickered back to you, watching as you turned around. The way your face lit up at the realization of who it was warmed Tech's heart. Your smile grew wide, and your eyes began to glisten with tears that welled up.

He waited, even as you threw your arms around Hunter in a gleeful embrace, to see if any fear or uneasiness registered in your expression. Your body language toward the squad leader showed no indication of anything other than relief and familiarity.

You pulled back from Hunter, sharing a meaningful look with your friend, before turning to Tech.

"Oh, Tech." you practically launched yourself into his arms, and he took a second to process the action before tightening the embrace. "Do you know how much I've missed you?" you whispered into his neck.

His heart fluttered at the feeling of your lips against his skin as you uttered the most sorrowed question in a barely-audible voice.

She's here, his inner voice kept saying. She's here. She's here in my arms. Nothing is going to harm her. I will never allow it.

Tech squeezed tighter, swearing to himself that he'd never let you go again. It was duty that had separated you during the Clone Wars. But now that the Republic had fallen, this duty no longer existed.

The embrace was long, but not nearly long enough. You pulled away, wiping the wetness from your cheeks with a sleeve, sniffling.

"I knew it," you said shakily, your voice breaking off into a laugh. "I sensed you when I landed. After the Order, part of me hoped beyond hope... But I wasn't sure I'd find you either way."

"Small Galaxy, I s'pose," Hunter joked. "Still, how'd you know we weren't going to..."

"Blast me to smithereens?" you finished with a grimace. "Well, this planet doesn't seem to be occupied by the Empire. I figured if you were here, you weren't likely to be under the influence of chips."

"Still," Tech spoke up again, meeting your gaze. "We could have in theory been doing recon work for the Empire. Hunting undercover. "

"I guess that was a chance I was willing to take," you said, your own gaze unwavering as it bore into his soul. A flood gate of memories opened up as he looked own into your eyes.

Suddenly, he saw you on the battlefield, standing right at his side with your lightsaber in hand, deflecting blasts. He saw you in the cockpit of the Marauder, your features shadowed beautifully by the light of stars streaking past in hyperspace. He saw you seated on a crate, the sleeve of your robe rolled up to reveal a wound that he tended to with a bacta patch. He felt you press against him as the two of you made your way through a dark cave back-to-back.

He saw your downcast expression as you waved the squad farewell after being transferred to another system to aid a fellow Jedi in the War effort.

"Hey! Look who it is!" The booming voice of Wrecker sounded over the commotion of the festival. You looked over to see him approaching with a small girl on his shoulders, and Crosshair in tow. Another soldier was following not too far behind.

"Wrecker! Crosshair!" you greeted. "Am I glad to see you!"

Wrecker set the girl down to hug you properly, and Crosshair begrudgingly accepted an embrace from you. The girl was watching you curiously. The other soldier also seemed intrigued by your familiarity with the squad.

Finally, Hunter continued with introductions. "Omega, meet ______, an ally and good friend of the squad."

He didn't dare use the word "jedi" in a crowd, not even in a place as safe as Pabu.

You hadn't expected to see her face light up in realization, as if she knew all about you.

"And this is Omega," Hunter continued. "It's...a long story. In short, she's-"

"Our sister!" Wrecker finished.

You couldn't help the awed smile as you greeted her properly. "Wow, it's wonderful to meet you, Omega."

She was beaming up at you as she stepped forward to shake your hand. "You too. I've heard a lot about you."

"Oh yeah?" you shot Wrecker a humorously suspicious look. "All good things, I hope."

"Mostly," he guffawed.

"This here is Echo," Hunter said, motioning to the other soldier. He seemed to know who you were already because he saluted with his scomp arm. Touched by the gesture, you saluted back. "He joined the squad shortly before the War ended."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ma'am," he said.

"Likewise," you replied.

Tech had been unusually silent the entire time, and you found yourself glancing his way, hoping to get a read on what might be going on inside that mind of his. His gaze was already locked on you, and his lips were pursed, a sign that he did have loads to say. The sight nearly made you laugh.

Same ol' Tech.

The group naturally made its way out of the crowd, heading for the beach so that you could all talk openly and get caught up. Each of the squad took turns recounting in their own words some of the adventures that took place after Order 66. They were beyond curious to know the events that transpired in your escape and evasion of the Empire in the following months.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were home.

. . . . . . . . . . .

"You can't stay, can you?"

The question wasn't wholly unexpected. Hunter's heightened senses allowed him to see more than what was around him. Sometimes he saw into you just a little too well.

You let out a sigh, looking out over the perfect view of the island from your spot on the porch. It was almost painful to confirm Hunter's suspicion when you were gazing at blue water shining in the sun, waiting for the rest of the squad to return to the neighborhood after their work was done for the day.

After over a month on Pabu, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

But the fact of the matter was, there was some unfinished business to take care of.

"I need to go away for a while," you admitted.

"Are you sure?" Hunter asked, brows raised. "You're safe here."

"I know." You closed your eyes, breathing the salty air into your lungs peacefully. "But there are others who aren't. I can sense it. They're lost and confused, and...afraid. They need me."

He nodded gravely. As always, he respected your judgment. He honored your sense of duty to others, despite his concern. If there was anyone who understood, it was him.

"I'll be back," you told him. "In a little while. I will return to you all."

"We'll be waiting."

. . . . . . . . . . .

Breaking the news to the others wasn't something you'd ever want to do again. Omega and Wrecker were downcast. Crosshair voiced his disapproval in his own way, flicking a toothpick onto the ground. Echo wasn't happy to see you go, but he seemed to understand. Duty to his brothers would soon to call him away also as it had before, or so he'd told you.

What you hadn't expected was Tech to fall silent. His expression didn't exactly betray frustration or displeasure, but you'd always known him to express emotion differently. After all, as you'd come to find out from the others, your departure from the squad during the Clone Wars had affected him more than he'd let on to you.

Just when you thought that maybe Tech's feelings didn't go as far as you once thought, he broke the silence.

"Leaving the safe haven of Pabu is most unwise."

The entire squad froze at Tech's version of an outburst. It wasn't a shout. It was controlled, but each word was laced with a tinge of bitterness- something you'd rarely ever heard.

At that, suddenly the others felt the need to excuse themselves, for one reason or another. Wrecker out of the blue remembered that he and Omega needed to go see Shep about...something. Echo was adamant about joining them. Hunter excused himself to finish a household chore. And Crosshair just up and walked away without a word.

When just you and Tech remained, you responded to his statement calmly.

"I know, it's a risk. But it's one I have to take. I'd hoped you would understand."

"Forgive me," he said curtly, turning his face away, putting his chiseled profile in full view. "I do understand."

Your heart broke at the sight. "Tech..."

He faced you again, an unreadable expression crossing his features. "I understand perfectly."

Before you could say anything more, he walked away.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Tech paused tinkered adamantly with the device in his hands.

He felt like an adolescent. Like some young cadet.

When Crosshair had gone his own way, seemingly lost to the squad, Tech found a way to rationalize it. When Echo departed from the squad for a time, Tech processed the shift in his own way.

Adapting was the name of the game. Tech always felt that finding a way to adapt to changing scenarios would mean a higher probability of survival for himself and the squad as a whole. Rather than wasting time trying to change things according to his own wishes, or longing for things to be different, he found the rate of success would increase immensely if he simply, "rolled with the punches."

So, why did he act contrary to that belief just now? Why didn't he simply shake your hand without so much as a nod and let you continue on your way?

Perhaps it was the environment. The peaceful planet of Pabu, where the squad lived out its days safe and sound- having long since abandoned the life of soldiers and mercenaries- brought about a softer, gentler existence. Survival was no longer something that the squad struggled with.

The lack of a need to adapt perhaps left room for Tech's true emotions to shine through- a luxury previously unheard of in his mind.

"Let me guess," Crosshair's coiled voice interrupted his train of thought. "You didn't tell her how you feel...again."

Ah, fantastic. This was just what Tech needed at the moment. A dose of his brother's difficult and unyielding character.

He adjusted his goggles, resuming his tinkering as if he was unbothered. "I fail to see how that is relevant."

"You know, if you tell her, she might stay."

Tech paused. "I do not see why she would. She had made it quite clear that her mind is made up."

"Is it now?" Crosshair leaned against the doorway of Tech's quarters, crossing his arms. "And how do you know she won't change it?"

Tech didn't reply. Perhaps his brother would give up and leave.

"She deserves to know."

...But of course not.

"What makes you say that?" Tech looked up.

"Because it's the sort of thing people do." Crosshair placed a toothpick between his teeth. "When they care about someone, they tell them. They never know when they'll get the chance to...or if."

That one sent Tech's mind reeling.

Regret. As much as he tried to distance himself from it, as it was another hindrance to adapting to the situation at hand...he knew it would be something that he'd be faced with if he left things the way he had...

But telling you how he felt? Tech wondered how he could even begin to do so. He was eloquent in matters of machinery. Science. Technology. Those were languages he spoke fluently.

Telling you that he cared for you?

Loved you?

That was a foreign concept entirely.

. . . . . . . . . . .

The time of your departure had come all too soon. The squad was gathered around your ship on a rainy afternoon to see you off.

You'd be back soon, you kept reiterating to each of them. Tech watched as you hugged Hunter, and the leader wished you well. Wrecker picked you up and spun you around. Omega, who'd come to admire you so, wrapped her arms around you in a heartfelt hug. Crosshair once more allowed an embrace, bringing his hand up to awkwardly pat your back. Echo, in his fashion, saluted you before you laughed and embraced him also.

Tell her how you feel. Tell her how you feel. Tech kept telling himself that over and over again. It didn't seem to make his next move any easier. Even with the hours and hours of thought he put into it, the task of telling you that he cared for you still seemed monumental. Impossible even.

But his brother's words rang true.

He had to let you know. Somehow.

You were standing in front of him, concern etched on your face. It was evident that his last interaction with you left you unsure as to what his behavior would be. Tech hated that he'd caused that uncertainty.

He opened his mouth, but for once in his entire existence, nothing came out. There was no spew of information. No explanation rolling effortlessly off his lips. Not even a peep.

You were waiting patiently for him to get his bearings- though your uneasiness seemed to increase.

His brain shorted out, and then suddenly everything became crystal clear. If he couldn't begin to tell you how he felt, perhaps it would be best if he didn't tell you.

Tech's resolve cemented, and he closed the distance between you with a single step. Your eyes widened as he stepped into your space, and your hand came up to rest on his chest. When it registered that there was no force behind it, that you were not trying to push him away, Tech placed a hand on each of your shoulders and leaned in.

Your expression melted before his very eyes. With no further thought to your surroundings, you leaned in the rest of the way.

Your thoughts were racing as Tech's lips pressed warmly against your own.

The determined look in his eyes had made your heart flutter. The way he'd so decidedly stepped into your space, how his hands held you in such a way that you doubted anything could move you from that spot... It was captivating.

You recalled the time when thoughts of kissing Tech were the sort of thing that used to keep you up at night.

During the War, your familial affection for the squad would have been questionable in the eyes of the Council, if they'd known. But your attachment to Tech in particular would have been considered dangerous. Absolutely forbidden.

But love is a force of its own.

You were certain of that more than ever, with Tech tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his arms sliding around your form to hold you tighter as the rain pelted you both from above.

What began as a fervid gesture rendered something softer, sweeter in the end. His lips brushed yours tenderly one last time, feather-light, as if savoring the moment, before pulling away.

You tugged him back before he got too far, holding him in an embrace as you buried your face in his chest.

"Stay."

There was no edge to his tone with the request. It broke your heart all the same to hear it.

"I can't," you whispered.

"Perhaps I can accompany you, then." There was a waver in his exhale from the chill of the rain.

"There's no need. Besides, I'll be back faster than you can say, 'Marauder.'"

"I highly doubt that you will return that quickly."

You chuckled, reaching up to wipe some of the drops from his goggles. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"This. I needed it."

The two of you parted, and Wrecker whistled jokingly. Crosshair gave Tech a nod of approval, and Echo was shaking his head in amusement. Hunter merely looked at you with a raised brow, and suddenly your shoes became very fascinating to you.

"I'll see you all soon."

"Keep us updated, will ya?" Hunter asked, giving you a nudge.

"Absolutely. Bye, everyone!" you gave one last salute before boarding your ship. As you engaged the take-off, Tech received a variety of shoulder-pats and nudges of sympathy from the squad.

And when your ship disappeared on the horizon, he found himself glued to the spot for several minutes.

"Don't worry," Hunter assured him. "She's strong. Skilled too."

"I am aware," Tech acknowledged. Another moment of silence passed. "Her engine sounded strange. Perhaps I should comm her."

Hunter chuckled, clapping his hand on Tech's shoulder. "Knock yourself out. I'm sure she'd be glad to hear from you."

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Happy Birthday to the legend that is Dee-Bradley Baker 🎂

Thank you for the joy you have given us over the years.

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So dreamy!

"Let's fix this drawing" *redraw the whole thing*

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Oh my GOOSSSSHHHHH

This is so beautiful!!! Such a dreamy, elegant scene you set!!!! Omgosh omgosh

Thanks for tagging!!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You are cordially invited…. 🥰💚💕

(Happy ARC Trooper Thursday! This was totally inspired by @rainydaydream-gal18 ‘s https://www.tumblr.com/rainydaydream-gal18/750754157428916224/the-bad-batch-imagine-a-pabu-wedding post! Go check out her writing, it’s wonderful!)

@legacygirlingreen @thora-sniper @sukithebean @thecoffeelorian @neyswxrld @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @morerandombullshit @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato

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Sibling moments.

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This is so cute!!!!

Lula's ready for her swimming lessons!

Week 8 Prompt: @summer-of-bad-batch

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Reasons I love the Bad Batch fandom community…

A Fandom Appreciation Reblog Challenge

Reblog this post to share with your followers reasons you love being a part of the Bad Batch fandom community! Let’s see how far this reblog chain can go 🥰

Here are just a few of mine:

The sweetest fandom community I’ve ever been a part of *hugs*

Encouraging of fanart and fanfic creators…new and old, experienced and inexperienced alike…y’all are wonderful.

Absolutely hilarious – I love that we don’t take ourselves too seriously, and can laugh together.

Creative minds unite!! So many head canons that add depth and joy and angst and happiness and sadness to this fandom.

Hard working creators – y’all create quality content not because you have to but because you want to and you freely share it with the community. THANK YOU!!

Filling plot holes like it’s your day job…although, I prefer to think of plot holes as ✨opportunities✨ to read amazing fanfics and see amazing fanart that fill in these gaps 🥰

Character development!! I love the show, but you know what made me love the show even more?? The way this fandom has given the characters so much depth! It’s like I jumped into a puddle that is the show and fell into the ocean that is the fandom community 🥹

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Tech would so do that, and Crosshair is accurate 😁😁😄😄

Omega taking selfies on the Marauder

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Stardust Squad is precious!

Introducing the 526th

I've finally decided to post about my original Clones. I'm always a little anxious about posting stuff and I can't draw to save my life, but I found a picrew that I liked. Putting this under a read more because I've got quite a few boys!

Stadust Squad

Star

He is the leader of the squad. He takes good care of his brothers. He is a stargazer and a bit of a dreamer. If you need anyone to give an inspiring speech, he's your guy.He has a tattoo of a star on his left shoulder and the right side of his back.

Paws

He is a sweetie, even if he's a bit quiet at times. He loves all creatures great and small. His Mandalorian trainer is the one who inspired him to take an interest in the many creatures of the galaxy. He has a scratch from an angry Tooka on his left arm and teeth marks from a young Nexu on his right arm. He has a paw tattoo on his wrist and chest.

Tagalong

He is the most loyal trooper in the GAR. Some may call him "clingy" but he just loves to be around his brothers. He's the medic. He feels he has a Duty of care. If any of his brothers does something he considers reckless on the battlefield he'll give them a good talking to.

Kit

He's prepared for ANYTHING! He's read every manual and learned every skill he could. He knows his weapons, battle strategies, and he's read up on the seppies too. He's the glue that holds the squad together. He's very protective of his younger brother, Kid.

Kid

He's super hyper with a penchant for trouble. But that doesn't mean he isn't a good soldier. He's happiest when he's blasting clankers and joking with his brothers. Out of all his brothers he is the closest to their Jedi Commander.

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Every Tuesday is still Tech Tuesday, idc

That should give us a slight advantage. ☝️

Happy Tech Tuesday. 🤓

Follow me on Instagram and Twitter @MiddiMidori

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This is amazing, and he's so beautiful

I’ve decided to post all of the progress here as well, not just on instagram. Some people have asked to be tagged once I post some progress, but I can’t remember who they were. So if you wanna see future progress, let me know and I’ll tag you!

This one may not look too different from the previous one, but nothing really turned out the way I intended to.

The colors, the textures, the focus, the sounds, the camera, everything just seems so off, and oh boy the animation… this is the result of rushing and not knowing what I’m doing, just inserting keyframes, tweaking the graph editor and hoping for the best. So maybe signing up for this project wasn’t a great idea after all lol. Plus the datapad’s not even fully textured, you can literally see where I started adding details on the front, then for some reason I just left off lol

One thing I’ll definitely work on in the future is the menu itself, because if this project is for a graphic design thesis, then I might as well try to make the only thing that has something to do with it look more presentable. I’ll definitely be changing up the fonts, and I have some other ideas for the background as well.

But for now, I’ll move on to the remaining 5 character menu animations. Originally there were gonna be 5, not 7. At first I was randomly picking out the characters I wanted to make one for, then I realized, it’d probably be best, if each squad got one animation. The 501st gets Rex, the 212th gets Cody, the CG gets Fox, the 104th gets Wolffe, and the 241st gets Tukk. CF99 got Hunter but I really wanted to make one for Tech as well, since modeling and texturing him took the longest 💀

Once all of that’s done, I can finally move on to animating the trailer video. Which I’m terrified of, but oh well lol

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(The Bad Batch) Imagine: A Pabu Wedding

Author's Note: I couldn't get this sweet image out of my head, so I wrote some little blurbs on what a Pabu wedding would be like. And yes... Tech gets a happy ending too.

After the danger of the Empire is finally kept at bay… It’s time to begin a new chapter.

It’s safe to say that Omega is going to be your maid of honor.

Hunter:

You coordinate with Shep to hold the ceremony in a gazebo.  Light, airy fabric is draped on the sides, swaying beautifully in the breeze like something out of a dream.  There are lovely tropical flowers woven around the beams of the gazebo, and placed in vases on either side of the entrance.

Your closest friends and family have gathered.  Rex and a few others even managed to take a small break from the beginnings of the rebellion to visit for the event.  Wooden chairs are placed on either side to create an aisle leading up to the gazebo, where you and Hunter stand, the two of you dressed in white clothes.  Hunter’s signature bandana is replaced with a plain one to match his loose white shirt and pants. You wear a simple and lovely dress out of the same material he wears, with a crown of flowers perched on your head.

Wrecker:

The ceremony takes place on the beach with gorgeous blue waves behind you. The sun is high in the open sky with not a single cloud in sight.  A wooden arch is set up with flowers adorning every inch of it.  Whenever a gust of salty air breezes by, it carries petals with it that fall around you.

Friends and family are all around, standing with bare feet in the sand, holding flowers close to their hearts.  You see so many familiar faces, smiling... There are glistening tears on some.

Wrecker and you are both wearing white, with colorful flower chains around your necks.  The hem of your dress blows in the wind, and you feel the prickle of sand on your legs.

Tech:

You make the arrangements to have the ceremony under the large courtyard tree, with tropical flower arrangements bursting with color placed beautifully in vases on the brick structure surrounding it.  Wooden chairs line either side of the makeshift aisle, each one with white fabric wrapped around a lovely bouquet on the back.  

People you know and love are there, including those you haven’t seen for a little while. You and Tech are dressed in light fabric that is both lovely and also practical considering the tropical climate of Pabu. You hold a bouquet of lilies in your hands, and he has one pinned to his shirt.

Echo: 

You both decide to have a small ceremony on a boat.  The sun has begun to descend, painting the sky in picturesque pastels. Flower garlands are draped across the outside of the boat cabin and wrapped around the railing.

It’s a quiet, intimate affair, but not lacking in the ones you wish most to be there.  Rex, Gregor, and a few other close brothers of Echo are in attendance in addition to the Batch and some new good friends made on Pabu.

You are in white lace dress with a hair ornament of the same material, and Echo wears a white tunic with a dark jacket over it.  You pin a flower to his jacket, and he tucks one behind your ear.

Crosshair:

The small ceremony takes place by beautiful stone formations near the caves.  The setting sun reflects red, orange, and a deep yellow over the rippling ocean water.  There is a small arch set up with a few bunches of tropical flowers, with vases on either side displaying more blossoms.

It is a small crowd to witness the ceremony, and everyone is rather happy to be part of it.  There are so many smiles, jokes, and warm greetings as everyone assembles.  The mood of the event is rather light and cheery against the bold, moving colors of the setting behind you.

You wear a billowing white dress with a hem that catches in the breeze, and Crosshair wears a dark jacket over his light clothes.

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Good morning/afternoon! How are you doing? I hope all is well after the finale. I know I'm still in shock and recovery from some of the episodes because I waited to watch everything all at once. Plenty to talk about in therapy 😅

Anyway, I hate to ask again because I know you're probably busy and have irl things going on. I was just wondering if you were still doing the beach ending for Crosshair. He's my favorite and I'm really looking forward to it. Especially after going on a three month Star Wars hiatus. I hope this ask doesn't pressure you or anything.

Hello there!

I'm still reeling from the finale. It's been the sort of thing I try not to think about often, but not because it was bad or anything! It was just heavy in the feels for a variety of reasons. I'm still working on Bad Batch fics, it's just been some time since I had the opportunity to make it happen haha.

The Beach Vacation series has been in the making for nearly two years now, and it was time I finished it! It's just been posted, per your request. May I just say thank you for submitting an ask and being so polite about it? It gave me that extra motivation I needed to complete it.

With that being said, I really hope it's an ending that you enjoy! Thank you again for your request, and have a great rest of your day!

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(The Bad Batch) Beach Vacation - Crosshair's Ending

The Bad Batch lands on the tropical resort planet of Spira.  A contact of theirs is helping you all out by letting you lay low in a private beach house on one of the islands.  You and Crosshair have been secretly dating for a little while, and you hope to make the most of the romantic setting.

Word Count: 1,476

Warnings: Kissing

“I think I’ll go back to the beach with Crosshair.”

All eyes turned to the sniper, gauging his reaction to your statement.  His expression betrayed nothing as he shrugged, tossing his toothpick into the nearby trash.  “Whatever.  Do what you want.”

No one said anything, but the air was heavy with unmistakable tension and even humor. Wrecker seemed to be the only one unwilling to let this slide, moseying over to Crosshair to give him a playful shove.

“Have fun you two!”

“Grow up,” Crosshair muttered, pulling away.  He paced over to the front door and paused to glance your way.  “You coming?”

“Uh, yeah.  I’ll see you guys later!” you called over your shoulder.

“Be careful,” Hunter warned.  “If you run into any trouble, comm us.”

As unlikely it was that you and your companion would encounter anything dangerous in such a place, you nodded sincerely.  “Will do.”  The door shut behind you, and you released a breath.  “Sheesh, I think they may be onto us…” You turned to see that Crosshair was already descending the stairs, hands stuffed in the pockets of his shorts.  You caught up to him with a chuckle.  “Hey.”

He stole a sideways glance.  “They’re watching us through the window.”

“Of course,” you chuckled.  “That’s typical.”

The sun began its descent from the sky, washing the expanse in dazzling shades of peach and gold in a few final minutes of brilliance before darkness settled.  Crosshair’s profile silhouetted stunningly against the colors, against the waves that lapped the shore, was another sight to see.

Something brushed your fingers, drawing your gaze down to see his warm hand clasp around them.  You gasped softly at the gesture, realizing with a glance over your shoulder that you were far enough down the beach that no one could see.  

You were finally alone.

You leaned into his touch so that your shoulders pressed together as you walked down the beach, sighing in contentment.  He entwined his fingers with yours, his brown eyes not breaking contact with yours.

“It’s beautiful here,” you murmured.

He didn’t voice a reply.  Instead, Crosshair closed the short distance between you.  His lips melded with yours warmly, and the two of you stopped in your tracks. Your hand immediately went up to cup the back of his neck, tugging him even closer, while his arm wrapped around your waist.

Waves crashed against the sand behind him, the rush of water on shells and pebbles being the only sounds filling your ears aside from his lips meeting yours.

On the ship, Crosshair was all barbs, silence except to snark, keen eyes that didn’t miss a thing, and toothpicks between his teeth.  This behavior always peaked when the Batch was under orders to cooperate with outsiders on missions during the Clone Wars. Even when solely in the company of his brothers, Crosshair found time to make the occasional crotchety statement, though it was not so much out of defiance than it was simply his usual brand of tough love.

But there, on the beach, his hand was gentle on your waist as it held you close.  His eyes regarded you with unwavering tenderness and what you knew to be devotion in their depths.

It’s plain to see when you’re in the heat of battle, surrounded by enemies, and suddenly they are shot down one-by-one but someone far away…  You can’t pinpoint the site, but you know he’s there, watching from a great distance and protecting you.

Or when you are in a new place, Crosshair forsakes distance to keep your relationship inconspicuous to the rest of the squad in favor of keeping you safe- whether it be at your side, in front of you to shield you from a potential threat, or watching out for you from behind, his hawk eyes scanning your surroundings.  Crosshair’s fierce loyalty shone through every time.

After this realization, his expression didn’t appear so steely to you anymore.  Crosshair never quite found the words to explain.  Instead, his cold gaze revealed more to you each day.  He protected his family.  He protected you. 

You broke the kiss and let your forehead rest against his.  He lingered, refusing to remove himself from that place of basking in the bliss of the moment, eyes half-lidded.

“What if we just stayed at a place like this?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“We are on the Empire’s most wanted list,” he reminded.  “Many parts of Spira are crawling with Imperials.”

“Well, yes.  I know.”  You pulled away to glance down then at where you held his hand between both of yours, fiddling with his slender fingers idly.  “Maybe not here, but…A place like it.  There has to be somewhere far enough for us to live in peace.”

“Perhaps,” he conceded in a slow rasp.  His tone lilted, as if there was more to say on the matter- most likely another gentle rebuttal to your fanciful suggestion, but he decided on keeping it to himself.

The two of you continued on your way along the beach, hand-in-hand.  A dark, starry blanket replaced the glowing hues while the heat of the day cooled to a more pleasant evening temperature.

It felt like bathwater washing over your feet as you waded in the shallows.  It pushed and pulled serenely over the sand before fading into darkness beyond your view with not a single boat light in sight.  Crosshair gazed out at the tranquil scene in silence, his fingers still entirely interlocked with yours.

“So, what do you want to do tomorrow?” you asked.

“What do you want to do?” he returned.

“I’d like to do what it is you want to.”

Crosshair fell silent, and you waited patiently as the wheels turned in his head.  

For the longest time, it was just orders.  Mission objectives.  A chain of command.  It left little room for choices beyond what decisions were made on the battlefield.

Even when it came to the small decisions in your relationship- where you went or what you did during downtime- his choice still revolved around what he thought would make you happiest, like a default.  In fact, you were already prepared for his first answer.

“We can go swimming.”

The earlier image of him planted in a beach chair far up on the shore under the umbrella had you biting back a smile  He was a lothcat when it came to his aversion to water.  Swimming was very far down on his list, and you were determined to see him indulge a little on this trip.

“We did that today,” you pointed out.  “We should space out swim times or we risk sunburn, like Tech said...”

Crosshair eyed you, and it was obvious he instantly picked up on the bologna you were trying to sell.  But he let it slide, most likely curious as to why you made such an effort to steer away from it, and wondering what you were getting at.

“Is there anything that you want to do tomorrow? Or see?”

He studied your earnest gaze for a moment before his eyes traveled down to your joined hands.  “I’d rather do this again.”

Your face scrunched up analytically, internally debating your next move.  As much as you didn’t want to sound accusatory, there was still a question as to whether he was yet again defaulting to something he thought you’d want or not.

“Is that… what you want?”

Crosshair sighed, leaning in.

“We are constantly surrounded on the Marauder,” he reasoned in a low voice.  “What I want most is more time with you.  Alone.” And he drove his point home with a kiss to your forehead before pulling back to see your expression.

Your heart fluttered.  “Oh. Okay then, we’ll put a walk on the beach on our to-do list for tomorrow.”

“Now that we’ve covered that, we should get back,” he said.  You both turned around and walked in the direction from whence you came, pausing twice to observe a school of dolphins that surfaced in the water.  

By the time you walked through the front door, your eyelids were beginning to droop as sleep sought to claim you.  The others were fast asleep with their doors shut, and Echo crashed on the couch.  Crosshair gave you one last kiss for the night, on the inside of your wrist, before departing to the room he shared with Wrecker for the trip.

Omega was curled up in the master bed cuddled up to Lula.  You climbed in on the other side, sliding out of your shoes and letting out a sigh at how soft the blankets were.  It was impossible not to smile at how peaceful and utterly content she appeared in her sleep.

You began to drift off, listening to the sound of crickets chirping outside the window and the ocean breeze rustling leaves.

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I'm forever in my Star Wars animation feels, so here are some wallpapers.

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Quote is from Thucydides. I make a lot of Star Wars wallpapers, and you can find them all here.

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