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yan-lorkai · 2 years ago

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Hiii, could I please ask for a request where the reader is best friends with Vil, Malleus, Rook and Idia (separate) and says I love you platonically to them? :)

"I love you, love you, love you, love you, Vil." You said excitedly on the other end of the line. Vil couldn't see you, but he knew you must have been jumping up and down and holding the gift he gave you as a little kid. The scene he envisioned was enough to make him laugh as he listened to you babble.

Your "I love you" echoes in his mind and fills his chest with warm feeling and pride, and his cheeks are painted pink every second his mind replays what you said. Only he heard those three words coming out of your lips, only he deserved that, Vil was your best friend since childhood and he was always taking care of you. And he would always continue to take care of you. Every queen needs her king, after all.

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"Rook, I love you, but you won't catch me." You scream as you laugh. The forest in front of you was already almost like a second home for the two of you, spending enough time here since you were just two children who had just learned to walk.

Your little confession that he knows was on purpose distracts him a bit. Rook grins like an idiot, reacting like it's the first time he's heard you say you love him. But he can't help, the expression on your face, your gaze and your laugh are infectious, they make him happy and he knows he wants to hear more statements like that, he craves more. A hunter like him is never satisfied, no matter how many times he hunts the same prey and when he catches you, Rook knows well what prize he will want. He wants more of you, your laugh, your smell, those three words that make his heart race and almost melt him.

And most of all he wants to see the embarrassed expression on your face when he tells you he loves you too.

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"I saw a new sentence in my book. The girl said she loved the boy and they kissed and lived happily ever after." You told him. Your childish voice carried a mischievous tone as you showed the book you took from the library to Malleus, who looked with interest at the cover designed with a prince and a princess. And you held his hand, kissing his forehead tenderly. "Lilia said that people say I love you to someone important. And you are important to me, Malmal, I love you so much."

Malleus felt his cheeks flush as that small memory resurfaced in his mind. You had great boldness, for no one else would treat him like that, as the prince everyone treated him with reverence. Everyone but you. Since you were a child you treated him normally, played with him, made fun of him, dragged him on adventures and stood by him when Lilia lectured you two. You were too precious to him, almost like an angel, a little light in the dark. And he, like a dragon, knew that he had to protect you from everything, he knew that he should give you all the comfort and food you could ever want. Because he's your best friend and it's his job to take care of you.

"Oh my darling, I love you too." He whispers to you. Though you'll hardly hear him, with your head resting on his shoulder and taking a nap. But it's okay, he can tell you that again when you wake up. And he hopes you enjoy his kiss too.

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"Idia, I have a secret to tell you." You whispered to him suddenly, making a gesture with your hand for him to bring his face closer to yours. And wanting to immediately return attention to the anime you were watching, Idia got close enough so that his ear was close to your mouth, your warm breath being enough to send shivers all over his body. And you laughed. "I love you a lot. You're amazing, hardworking, made cool inventions, and is the best friend I could ask for."

Idia flinches and lets out a loud squeak. All his hair turns pink and he feels his face burn. You were the more affectionate of the two of you and even though he was used to holding your hand or giving him lots of kisses, Idia wasn't prepared to hear that. But a part of him is content to know how much you like him, how important his friendship is to you, and what you think of him. And when he goes to bed, he'll think about everything you said.

But right now, he can't move. He's still processing everything. And you're still laughing, lacing your fingers through his as you turn your attention back to the anime. Meanwhile he is formulating a plan to have you forever by his side.

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darth-kote · 2 months ago

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Okay officially opening this up for debate: what's the order of command for the batch? This is obviously gonna be a personal hc for everyone, as it is never mentioned in Canon (if this is not so, please feel free to correct me!)

My personal hc goes a lil smth like this: 1st is obviously Hunter.

2nd is Tech. I don't really think this needs any explaining but I'll do some for the sake of being understood: he's the computer and weapons specialist, so much of the planning falls on him. Even if he was the runt, he'd be sure to have at least three backup plans in case the first one goes awry.

3rd is Crosshair. At least before all the Empire business goes down... Crosshair is the dead center of the batch. Odd, maybe, but Crosshair can play devil's advocate like no other. He covers the blindspots even Tech doesn't plan for, and he always puts the mission on a pedestal.

4th is Wrecker bc of his love for explosives and his low impulse control. Wrecker prefers it anyway when the others put the plan together and he helps execute it perfectly; he prefers getting a snack or napping as they get all the details together. If he does have something to say or contribute, though, he isn't worried that they won't listen.

5th is Echo. As much as I wanna move Echo up, I just think Them's The Rules bc of how late he joined + being originally from another squad. This is not to say the batch don't love and appreciate him!! In fact, Echo feels it himself and is used to having someone higher than him (hence his eventual leaving to rejoin Rex). Oh also, in some sick and twisted corner of my mind he battles with being a reg and being "defective". Like he doesn't know where he belongs, and this is heightened even more after Skako Minor. I think you can see him struggling to feel like he belongs throughout his character arc. At least from what I have seen so far. Plus without Fives, life is just hard to maneuver.

This is just the chain of command I have in my head, and I'm excited to hear what others hc their order to be!

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here-comes-the-moose · 8 months ago

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Modern Bad Batch at the Airport/on a Flight

Inspired by the fact that I’ve been flying a lot recently with and without my family, here are some Bad Batch Headcanons of how I think they’d be like.

Hunter

The passenger princess of air travel. Has no idea what time they board, barely knows where they’re going. Only job is to sit there and look pretty.

Actually I lied his other job is constantly fussing over Crosshair.

Constantly gets snapped at by Crosshair for this.

Does not let this deter him from fussing, hovering around Crosshair, and even following him to the bathroom.

Given a number from at least one person on the plane.

His siblings are just glad he remembered his ID and/or passport, since he forgot it one time and had needed to go home and come back to the airport, which had stressed everyone out to no end. He has not lived this down.

Passes out the second his ass is in his seat and will stay asleep the whole time, but somehow has a sixth sense when it comes to one of his sibling’s needing him and will immediately jolt awake and spring into action.

Wrecker

Orders ginger ale on the plane because he LIVES for the ginger ale biscoff cookie/pretzel combo.

Will only sit in the aisle seat because he does not like to look out the window (fear of heights).

Super chill and is the one who keeps the others from killing each other and/or getting pulled aside by TSA.

Sharing snacks with Omega and Hunter.

Not as intense as Hunter, but regularly checks in on Crosshair. Will get snapped at a little bit.

Always watches rom-coms on flights, it’s his routine. He cries every time, but doesn’t really feel embarrassed by it because once they see that he’s watching The Notebook they’re like “understandable sir have a nice day”.

Falls asleep half an hour before the flight ends, every time without fail.

Tech

Has all the boarding passes and knows their gate number and seats from memory.

Made them leave extremely early and still pissed at Hunter for making them leave behind schedule.

In charge of the itinerary.

Loves the window seat since he enjoys looking out the window as he listens to music or a podcast, but also likes to point things out to Omega, since she loves when he does so.

Also checking on Crosshair, but more through observation than outright asking him. Has disappeared and gotten Crosshair something he needs to feel a bit better before wordlessly giving it to his twin. This form of care is much appreciated by Crosshair.

Loves to shop in the airport. He’s a fan of the cute knickknacks, books, and the duty free section as a whole. May or may not be buying something for Phee.

Crosshair

Hates airports and air travel, so he’s miserable the whole time.

Very irritable and short-tempered because of this, but his siblings let it slide since he’s not feeling great.

Ordering a ginger ale on the flight, but because he gets sick not because he likes it.

Needs to sit in the window seat. He wants the privacy if he starts feeling too sick but also looking outside helps him a bit.

Spends most of the flight napping or at least trying to nap. Either way, he’s resting his head on Echo’s shoulder most of the time.

Not that anyone enjoys it, but he hates when they’re hit with turbulence. He’s gripping his armrests (and Echo), he’s scared, he’s nauseous, he’s dizzy and headachey, overall he’s just not having a good time. Spends the whole time there’s turbulence praying, even though he’s not religious.

Echo

Hates and dreads going through TSA.

Pretty chill after it’s over though.

Has a bag (affectionately referred to as “the diaper bag”) that has EVERYTHING in it. Tons of snacks, OTC medicine for basically an anything you can or can’t think of, hand sanitizer, two types of wipes, ear plugs, eye masks, you name it.

Also fussing over Crosshair, but not as much as Hunter since he knows when to just give Crosshair his space to sulk.

Crosshair usually seeks him out for comfort because of this.

Doesn’t care much about where he sits as long as he has the most room available for his prosthetics.

Usually sits next to Crosshair on the plane, since by the time they board Hunter has made Crosshair ban him from occupying the seat next to him.

Hunter is usually on the other side of him.

Omega

Just having a good time.

Tech explains a lot of the technical things to her and she finds it so cool.

Loves takeoff and landing; thinks they’re so fun.

Spends most of the flight watching movies and eating snacks.

Even though she’s having a good time, she’s still worried about Crosshair and always tries to help and/or do something nice for him. The only one who can get away with this without him getting irritated for the most part, but even if he does get irritated it’s just for a second and very mild.

Sharing her snacks with Wrecker and passes some to Hunter as well across the aisle.

Always says thank you to the pilot and flight attendants. Chats with the pilots if she’s given the chance and they always love her and her questions. One time early on into living with the batch and traveling with them she very bluntly said to the pilot “thank you for not making my brother throw up”. Crosshair was mortified but the pilot laughed and thanked her for the compliment.

#star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #arc trooper echo #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #tbb headcanons #bad batch headcanon #bad batch headcanons

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 1 year ago

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Gentle Hands

Back on Kamino after successfully rescuing Echo and retaking Anaxes, you know just how to soothe Wrecker’s lingering back pain.

Pairing: Wrecker x f!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: established relationship, pet names, little bit of angst and comfort, flashback to how Wrecker got his scars, minor mentions of blood, fluff, soft love, light sprinkle of the hots for this giant mans size/strength, slight suggestiveness.

A/N: saw a headcannon that Wrecker doesn’t have a cybernetic eye and is instead partially/fully blind in that eye, and now I can’t get that out of my head.

Translations: ner kar'ta – my heart

“Urgh.” Wrecker’s grunt echoes through the barracks as he flops face-first onto his bunk. You’d just arrived back on Kamino from Anaxes, another successful mission accomplished and a new squad member onboard.

Tech had disappeared off with Echo in search of better armour and weapons for the ARC Trooper. Crosshair had slunk off in the direction of the shooting range – not that he needed the practice - while Hunter had remained on the Marauder, needing the peace of the empty ship to finish his mission reports.

That had left you and Wrecker alone, and your man had wanted nothing more than to nap.

“At least take your armour off first.” You gently nudge Wrecker’s shoulder, earning a grumble of protest. He pushes himself up, big hands prying his armour off his body, depositing it with various clangs beside his bunk. You loved him, but Maker above, he could be messy.

Back on the bed, face pressed into the mattress, Wrecker winced, feeling a tweak in his lower back. “Babe…” He called for you, turning his head to watch you take your armour off, stacking it neatly on the large table in the middle of the room.

His gaze roved across your body, admiring the soft curves of your frame as you turned back to him, hands on your hips and an eyebrow arched. He couldn’t help but feel lucky to have you. You’d started as their civilian handler, feeding them missions and making sure they came back safely – the Kaminoans couldn’t have anything happen to their prized experimental unit, after all – but somewhere along the way, you’d stolen his heart, with your soft smile and easy nature. You laughed at his jokes, stayed up to watch holofilms with him, cooed over Lula the first time you saw her, and were always happy to hand over a detonator or two when he had the urge to blow something up. At times, you tempered the big kid in him, while other times, you let go of the reins and let him run wild.

“Yes, ner kar’ta?” You ask, taking a few steps over to his bunk. For the sake of appearances, you had your own bunk, though it was never used. The rest of the squad knew of your relationship, but it was a well-guarded secret, not wanting to risk the Kaminoans finding out.

As you draw closer, Wrecker drags an arm out from underneath him to gently snag your hand, tugging you in. He’d always been hyper-aware of his size and strength, but he was especially cautious with you. Hurting you was something he never wanted to do, even if it was an accident.

“Think I’ve tweaked my back,” Wrecker admits, offering you a sheepish smile.

You can’t help but smile in return, the corners of your lips curving as your loveable giant gives your hand a soft squeeze. For a moment, you admire him, still in awe that he’s yours. But as usual, a flicker of guilt passes through you as your traitorous eyes slink to the web of scars across half his face, his damaged ear, and the milkiness of his right eye. It was your fault he was partially blind.

You’d only been with the boys a handful of months when you’d missed a tripwire as you’d been pushing forward through a cave, setting off a nearby explosive. You’d been out in the open while the others could duck for cover. Wrecker had decided to protect you, turning you and pressing you to his chest, shielding you from the blast, taking the brunt of it himself. The memory of the dust settling, the blood as you pulled back from his chest and looked up, the panic and fear that had consumed you as you’d taken in the damage he’d sustained right before he passed out... all because you’d forgotten for one moment to look where you were stepping.

He’d been medevaced to a nearby Venator. You’d gone with him, his brothers insisting on it while they finished the mission, knowing it would upset Wrecker if they lost their 100% success rate. Washing his blood off your hands in a small fresher as you waited for news from the medics almost broke you. You’d been so close to handing in your resignation and retreating back to your quiet home planet.

But then he’d woken after surgery, after his brothers had successfully completed the mission and returned, and you’d all been briefed on his condition. His first questions to the medics had been about you – were you safe or hurt? Tears had rolled down your cheeks as the medics had relayed this to you all, Tech subtly pressing a tissue into your hand, and you’d known then in your heart that you could never leave.

“You’re doin’ that thing again,” Wrecker says, having watched a faraway look cross your face. He knew you still struggled with the guilt of his accident. “You’re thinkin’ too much.” He tacks on, gently bringing you down to sit sideways on the edge of his bunk, big arm sliding around your middle. “I don’t blame ya. It was my choice, and I’d do it all again.” He reiterates, pressing a kiss to your body. He said it every time he saw you slipping back into the memory, and he’d keep repeating it until you believed it.

Pulled back to the present, you offer him a soft smile, one of your hands moving to rub across his broad shoulders. “Sorry, ner kar’ta.” You murmur, focussing instead on the quiet noise of delight falling from his lips as your hands stroke his tense muscles. “Those tri-droids are probably the cause of your back pain.” You comment, watching his eyes flutter shut at your touch, the peacefulness of his expression chasing away the lingering guilt.

“They were stronger than they looked, but I wasn’t gonna let ’em crush the locals.” He comments, feeling himself melt into the mattress the more you rub at his shoulders.

You loved seeing him work, the effortless way he shoved assault tanks around or pried blast doors open, lifting up gunships like they weighed nothing, and how his thick fingers somehow nimbly managed to disarm explosives. “It was hot.” You admit, feeling warmth in your cheeks.

A rumble of laughter leaves him, the deep noise setting off butterflies in your belly, but he winces again as it jostles his back.

“Here.” You shift, gently easing the top of his blacks up. He helps you remove the garment, settling back on the bed as your hands return to his body. Broad shoulders taper down to his narrow waist, scars crisscrossing his warm, tanned skin. Evidence of a lifetime of war.

You get up momentarily, moving silently to your bunk to snag your unscented lotion – constantly aware of Hunter’s senses – and return to Wrecker a moment later. He shifts over, and you sit at his side, squeezing some of the lotion onto your hands. Rubbing them together, you warm them up before you press your hands against his back, dragging them across his body in firm, even strokes.

Wrecker’s moans of appreciation fill the barracks, and you stifle a giggle. Your hands keep working across his body, feeling solid muscles give with every pass, the knots loosening. Pressing your thumbs into his lower back, he grunts, hips rutting against the mattress. “Not until your back is better.” You tease, giving his butt a playful swat.

He grumbles in protest but knows you’re right – he’s too tired for anything anyway. The ache in his back is easing exponentially under your soothing touch, and he smacks his lips together as sleep beckons him, shifting on the mattress into an even comfier position.

The first drag of your nails across his warm skin makes him shiver, the corners of his mouth curving upwards as you start lightly scratching, fingers drawing patterns across the vast expanse of skin. The patterns shift to words, Aurebesh spelling out how much you love him, how handsome he is, how strong he is.

“I love you. You’re so good to me.” He mumbles, feeling the weight of your adoration, his eyes heavy with sleep, his mind struggling to focus on the words you’re scrawling across his body.

A warm smile passes over your lips, and you dip down to kiss his cheek softly. “I love you too.” You whisper back, fingers still moving lightly over his back as you hear his breathing turn deep and heavy, face going slack as he falls asleep.

You scoot to lay beside him, drawing his arm over your body. A nap wouldn’t hurt you, either.

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #tbb wrecker x you #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker the bad batch #wrecker x reader #star wars the bad batch #star wars clone wars #wrecker #star wars #fluff #established relationship

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twinsunstars · 9 months ago

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Behind-the-Scenes Interviews (Part 14) Question: What was your experience with Batcher on set? Omega: Batcher is so fun to be around, she loves to play with me. She is a good actor too. She understands when we need to be serious and follows directions while we are filming. She can get a little hyper sometimes when she’s excited, and she’s always giving a smile to everyone on set. Crosshair: She’s become my hound on-screen, always watching out for me and making sure that I am doing okay. Batcher can become more playful especially when we really need to get some scenes filmed, and she knows how to make sure everyone is doing okay, giving us that needed comfort. Hunter: I was seen interacting with Batcher on-screen once so far, but she loved hanging out around everyone. Ever since we were told that we were going to have a hound with us this season, I was excited to have Batcher around, and she loves to take naps with me on set. Wrecker: Batcher always curls up around me and asks for pets, which I love giving her as much as she wants. I always thought about having a dog, and I would adopt Batcher, I might just if I can. I spoil her a lot with treats, and I often practice stunts with her. Echo: She’s a well-behaved girl. She likes to pounce onto me and lick my face, and I enjoy playing a good game of fetch with her. Batcher is well trained and she loves practicing her scenes, even if it is just Batcher being herself most of the time. Phee: I got to meet her for a bit, and she is the sweetest. I did bring her a lot of treats and some toys, which she enjoyed getting, and Batcher loves the attention she gets from everyone on set. Lyana: She reminds me a lot of my own dog. Every time I get to play with Batcher when I’m with Omega, I feel like I’m back at home playing fetch with my pet. She loves to run around with me and Omega on set. Emerie: I didn’t get to interact with her much, but she loves to get a lot of pets from me. She often nuzzles around my legs, and I enjoy giving her treats. Whenever I play with Omega, Batcher likes to join in, and she’s always barking happily. Everyone loves her. Hemlock: I was mainly with her behind the scenes more since I'm seen as someone who doesn't care for the hounds on screen, but she’s a good girl. Something she likes to do a lot is sneak up on me and try to scare me, she does this with almost everyone but with me a lot. Whenever I notice, she gets a little upset, so I pretend I don’t see her and get scared when she barks and pounces on me, and she’s fun to be around.

part of my Bad Batch Season 3 Actors/Behind The Scenes Incorrect Quotes series!

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annwayne · 2 years ago

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TBB Walks in on You

How would the Bad Batch react if they walked in on you masturbating? Perhaps, even, right at your climax? I had some thots the other night when I couldn't sleep, and well. They produced this.

18+ spice incoming, established relationships, kind of a domestic vibe, but still in universe, pre-order 66, gender neutral reader but mentions of a vibrator, one mention of loss.

As usual, if you enjoy please let me know! Reblogs, likes, and replies are welcome!

Wrecker

I'll admit, Wrecker isn't my typical type. He's got his charm and I understand why someone would like him the most, he just doesn't always come to mind when I'm thinking of smutty ideas.

But this is an exception to that norm. This time, Wrecker was the first batcher I imagined because of a very specific image.

I'm a bit of a sucker for a size difference, so Wrecker holding you in his lap- ooh we'll get there.

He may be a bit of a goof at times, but he's clearly attentive.

So as he approaches the door I think he'll notice something is different.

He'll step in quietly and wait by the door, wait for you to finish.

Wrecker wouldn't want to interrupt your fun, after all.

So once you've come down from your high, he'll make himself known as he slides into the bed with you.

He'll wrap his arms around you, pull you up into his lap, and with a grin ask you if you had a good time.

He'll check if you need anything, water, a snack... Him?

Of course, the little bit he saw he enjoyed, and while sitting on his lap you can feel his still-hard boner, rubbing against your ass as he's holding your thighs, running a hand up your waist, feeling your warmer than usual body.

I think he’d be very happy to help you if you wanna go another round.

But he also won’t push.

Sometimes the sexy beast that is you needs a good romp all alone.

Wrecker certified gentleman.

(But he really, really wants to show you just how attractive you are to him.)

Echo

Echo. I know a good bit of fandom sees him as shy.

But honestly, I think a guy like Echo would be very confident. Maybe not a suave kind of confidence, but well, blunt.

Unlike the rest of the batch, he's lost a lot of people in his life.

So when it comes to matters involving you, the person he loves, he's direct.

Which means upon finding the rest of the flat/ship/whatever empty, he'll head to the bedroom the two of you share, only to notice there's no light coming out from under the door.

In an attempt to not wake you, he'll creep into the room, only to notice you're not napping.

No, the sounds you're making and the way you're wiggling under the covers, that's not napping.

He's instantly enticed, instantly happy to see you like this.

With a bit of a mischievous grin, he sneaks into the room.

Listening to you, watching you, until he's at your bedside.

And then he'll announce his presence by making a dumb joke about vibrators and his scomp- you know the idea's come to mind at least once.

Of course, he's standing at your bedside, so once you open your eyes, you get a good view of the tent at his crotch that you caused.

Hunter

Hunter is a dumbass.

And because he’s a dumbass, he’s a blushing mess the minute he steps into your flat.

He can smell and hear your restrained little grunts and the buzzing of a toy. (Or slick, if you’re using a non-electric kind of toy)

It's a bit overwhelming, one might say.

So I think, Hunter's the kind of guy to wait outside the room till you come out, all come haze and the smell lingering on you.

At first you think he didn't notice.

But no, of course he'd notice. You're well aware of his advanced senses.

So maybe he's just... not going to say anything?

He won't, at least, not right away.

See, by the time you come out he’s lost his blush and has calmed down. So he’ll wait.

Until you’re having dinner or watching some vids, doing something so plain and normal.

When you've forgotten about the whole thing, and then what he’ll do, he’ll make sure he’s behind you, pull you into him, and whisper in your ear exactly what you were doing.

He’ll guess what you were thinking about or looking at, and all the while talk in an incredibly level, but husky, voice.

Obviously you can feel his boner growing against you.

Tech

Tech. Oh Tech. He’ll walk in, assess the situation, and in his matter of fact voice say, “Oh, you are pleasuring yourself. ..Shall I leave?” (The shall I leave is less matter of a fact 😌)

He knows what he wants. But he’s asking what you want.

Since he kind of interrupted your orgasm, you're left feeling unfinished.

(It is kind of jarring hearing a voice suddenly if you’re not expecting it, especially while so venerable like that)

So maybe you invite him to stay

But no interfering.

It's like a game.

So he'll sit, eyes glued to you, and ask if he can masturbate along with you.

I’m not sure about you, but I just might say no to make him squirm a little.

But whatever you answer, he’ll follow along with.

I like to think Tech compliments you anytime he thinks of one.

In the moment he’ll tell you how beautiful you look with a post cum shine.

How sexy it is that you keep going, even after coming.

How cute your sounds are.

Once you’re satisfied and go over to him, he’s got a lustful look in his eyes, a glaze.

He’ll ask how it was, make sure you had fun, and give you praise for taking care of yourself while he’s gone.

Then, later, he'll make sure to make a move in this game of yours, when you least expect it.

Crosshair

Crosshair my beloved, my darling, my snarky sniper.

Oh, he’s a smug ass, seeing you squirm and moan into your pillows just as he steps into the room.

He’s quiet and sneaks up on you.

Only after you open your eyes you notice him, looking down at you with that entertained little smirk and a tent in his blacks.

“Couldn’t wait another hour?” He’ll tease, saying what a needy thing you are.

Cross can be a bit of a bully…

and you just gave him his ammo.

He’ll lean down, hovering just above you, and stroke your hair. Put out of place locks behind your ear, out of the way of your face.

And then, in that rough voice of his, he’ll say “I didn’t know you were into that.”

The fucker saw your tablet screen.

And no way in hell was he going to forget the depravity he saw on it.

Lucky for you, his teasing is just that.

You might deny or go quiet or act proud, however you react, he loves it.

Loves when you’re shy, loves when you’re playing dumb, loves when you give him attitude. So many side of you, and he loves them all.

From there he’ll laugh, slide into bed atop of you and give you light kisses along your neck, saying that now you two had something new to try out in the bedroom.

If you’re interested that is.

#the bad batch #tbb headcanons #tbb spice #tbb smut #the bad batch smut #tbb x you #tbb x reader #the bad batch x you #the bad batch x reader #spicy headcanons #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

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scarletwritesshit · 9 months ago

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🐱Jing Yuan x Stelle 🐱Once Just a Creation, Now Forever a Friend

Their cries continued to echo throughout the space station.

Ruan Mei, Ruan Mei, why did you abandon us?

Time and again, it would drive Stelle insane. It wasn’t simply due to the constant, loud noise; she had almost no way of silencing the creatures. Lying to them only got her so far. Some were all too eager and hopeful to believe her half-truths, others were far too deep into despair to even listen to a word that she had to say.

Stelle visited them when she could, though it wasn’t very often She would sit by them, petting the gelatinous shell of those who were willing to approach her, as well as those who needed it most. If only she could all of them with her on her journey, but Pom Pom would probably not appreciate the additional guests to clean up after. With the immense number of critters discarded in the space station, it felt like Stelle needed a whole planet to house them.

It would be cruel to dump them on a lifeless, practically inhabitable planet with little to no survival skills of their own. No leader of a planet would want an invasive species to destroy their ecosystem either, no matter how cute they may be. With those two options in mind, her choices are narrowed down to a planet without a natural ecosystem or a planet with a leader who has a soft spot for odd animals. Where was she going to find either one of those?

The Xianzhou Luofu. Of course. It was purely artificial with no wildlife, headed by a general who really, really loves cats. Of all people, Stelle knew just how much that general adored cats...

She tried to find a critter that she thought would get Jing Yuan’s attention the fastest. Knowing how he was, he would be on his knees begging to take all of them home, regardless of which one she showed him first. In fact, she wants him to take them all. It’s just that the right creature could mean the difference between him accepting it now rather than later.

...With “later” probably meaning five minutes at most. Okay, so maybe the specific type of cat didn’t matter. She could honestly take a picture of the entire room populated with the creatures and Jing Yuan would offer the space station a lump sum of credits to take them all for himself.

For now, Stelle settled on taking a picture of a rather pathetic, mopey looking creature.

"What? Here to point and laugh at me for my pathetic state?" the critter whined.

"Shh. Just you wait," Stelle said.

The creature continued to mew and complain, but Stelle turned her back on it. There was no comforting such travesty, as each attempt would only make it sob more and more. It stung Stelle’s heart, really, but she had become accustomed to doing this by now.

Stelle attached the picture of the pathetic creature to the message, then promptly sent it. She didn’t expect an immediate response back. Jing Yuan was most likely napping during this time.

General, I have something I’d like to show you, she typed.

And you are just going to show me that without offering to bring me one back?

As she was making her way out of their habitat, Stelle’s phone buzzed with a text message. It’s been probably five minutes, tops. Drastic difference compared to the five hours she was expecting.

Stelle sort of forgot how easily excitable Jing Yuan was in regard to cats, or cat-like creatures, for that matter. It didn’t matter if they were big, small, or strangely shaped, the general had always had a soft spot for them. She should’ve figured that she would receive such a rapid response from sending him a cat picture; it was almost like he had some sort of a sixth sense for cats.

I mean, very, very cute. What’s its name? the messages read.

He sleeps through every other message, but if it were a picture of a cat? Jing Yuan could be in the heat of battle and he would probably stop to check his phone to gush over the image. It was his greatest weakness. Don’t let the Stellaron Hunters find out.

It doesn’t have one. It was dumped here, she replied.

He fell in love with that creature faster than he did with Stelle. She had nothing but respect for this, though. Cats first, people second. If Stelle had a pet, she would be the same way. That’s like, prioritizing trash cans over Jing Yuan, though. Not exactly the best message to send across.

Oh, poor thing. How anyone could discard such a marvelous creature is beyond me.

…Never mind that. Stelle backed up against a wall to get a clear shot of the room to send a picture of even more creatures to Jing Yuan, when her phoned buzzed in her hands once more.

…So can we keep it?

Mimi kept nuzzling her nose into Jing Yuan’s hand that was holding his phone. She seemed quite intrigued by the image of the creature that he kept scrolling up to, but she was making it virtually impossible for him to type. That last message should’ve taken only 20 seconds, tops. Instead, it felt like it took him twenty minutes to get a few words down.

Meanwhile, on the Xianzhou Luofu…

“Mimi, I’m just as excited as you, calm down,” he said, pushing her away by the nose.

He received another text, this time with a picture showing countless other similar creatures, all varying in pattern. He could hardly contain his excitement, so much as when Mimi slowly crept up to peek over his shoulders, he failed to take note of her.

Which one? That was practically an impossible question! Jing Yuan wanted all of them. He could make room on the Luofu for them. Somewhere. His place of residence was large enough that he could house them there, though he might have to deal with the occasional displeased guard tripping over an oblivious creature’s tail. That didn’t matter; Jing Yuan was the general, and he issued the orders, meaning he could order them to treat them with respect just like any other residents and allow them to coexist peacefully.

Keep which one? Stelle’s text read.

Abuse of power? Maybe a little. But the Luofu was home to a multitude of different races. No reason why he should be any less welcoming to these cake-shaped creatures compared to the Vidyadhara, Foxian, and many others.

These critters were just smaller. And jigglier. And cuter.

I believe I could arrange for accommodations to be made, he wrote back.

I knew you would like them. I doubt Ruan Mei would care if I even took them.

Exactly.

Who?

But how do you expect me to bring them back to Xianzhou, unless I try to carry like 200 critters with me?

Jing Yuan thought for a moment. The Stellaron Hunters seem to have lost interest in the planet, and things have been relatively quiet, so perhaps he could spare a lower ranking ship to pick them up. If anyone asks, call it a personal rescue mission, or something.

Send me your coordinates. I’ll send a captain over promptly.

...I’ll get in touch with Herta to let her know that the Xianzhou Luofu isn’t declaring war.

Jing Yuan called for a ship to prepare for takeoff towards the space station. Neither he nor Stelle knew how many creatures to expect to be delivered, but the Luofu was spacious enough to accommodate as many of these critters as the space station could produce, and then some. Hopefully, no one (Mimi in particular) would mistake the cake cats as actual snacks.

That would be most appreciated.

Countless little cat-like creatures having practically free reign over the Luofu. It sounded like a dream to him.

In practice, however, the presence of these small creatures created slightly larger inconveniences than he initially bothered to consider. The critters were fairly sized, yet just small enough to be out of view of an unsuspecting Luofu knight. And they tripped over them. A lot.

The creatures may not be causing such a ruckus intentionally, but Jing Yuan refused to take other measures of taming these creatures. He argued that they were their own kind, and deserved to live within the freedom of the Xianzhou’s rules just like any other. Some thought of him as a wild man. Others considered him biased, given Stelle is the one who translated their whining to him.

Despite all of these claims, Jing Yuan wasn’t safe from the wrath of the critters either. They would lay down anywhere, but most favorably, directly on whatever he was working on at the moment. And when he would gently slide one of the critters of his way, another one would be quick to take its place. Though their shenanigans may annoy him on a particularly bad day, he couldn’t stay mad at them for very long. They were too adorable. He would even let them suffocate him to death if they so desired, which had admittedly almost happened a few times. On some mornings, Jing Yuan would wake to find what felt like a thousand pounds of pure cat on his chest, preventing him from rolling over to shoo away the ones attempting to sleep on top of Stelle’s head.

They mean no harm. They’re just...like that.

The once peaceful residence of Jing Yuan became a critter haven. Stelle no longer knew peace while resting with him, as she found it quite difficult to sleep even the bare minimum of eight system hours with multiple critters pinning her down in the worst positions. At least Mimi took up only one large spot, usually on Jing Yuan’s side, not multiple parts on Stelle’s body pinching her nerves and restricting her breathing.

A part of her regretted telling Jing Yuan, but it was a small price to pay if it meant saving the creatures’ lives from being discarded.

Jing Yuan was more than eternally grateful for the new, adorable friends as well.

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zoeykallus · 2 years ago

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Omg those first steps HC’s were so cute 🥺🥺 I didn’t know that dad batch was something I needed in my life but now I’m obsessed. Do you think you could do one where they’re putting their babies down for a nap, maybe they’re singing to them? Or maybe one where they’re teaching them/trying to see if they also share their abilities? Or maybe feeding them with a bottle 🥺🥺 omg you can use one or all of these if you feel like it 😂😂

Aloha!

Thank you! Yeah, I'm not that much of a kids and baby trope/topic/theme fan, but occasionally I have an idea that fits a request like this 😅 Well, let me see about the 'putting to sleep' thing 😊 And sorry for the wait!

The Bad Batch HCs - Baby's Lullaby

Mostly Fluff

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Hunter

It's one of those rare quiet moments. Hunter may have had the hardest day of his life, yet, with his child in his arms, he comes to rest. He cradles it gently and quietly tells in a soft voice of the things he wants to do and will do when the child is older.

"I'm going to teach you everything I know, your daddy is going to show you how to survive out there. We're going to have a lot of fun, I'm going to teach you how to fish, how to track, and how to make fires in the wilderness without any tools."

You watch him do this with a smile and say, "You're going to turn our kid into a survivalist?"

Hunter smirks.

"Can't hurt. Besides, this is wonderful, valuable time I get to spend with our offspring"

Hunter's calm voice finally lulls the baby to sleep, and he carefully places the little one in the crib and covers the baby up.

"You're doing so great with our child," you say in a whisper.

He puts an arm around you and peers into the cradle.

"It's coming naturally, never in my life has anything felt so right and natural as our little family."

Echo

The baby in his arms, he hums soft, gentle melodies, now and then he says soft, loving words.

"Daddy loves you, my little miracle, you are so, so loved".

Echo overflows with fatherly affection, protectiveness and gentleness. Never in his life would he have expected to experience this miracle. A child of his own, a small family, a real life. He looks at you lovingly with the baby in his arms.

Very gently and softly, he says, "I am so grateful".

You blink in surprise.

"What do you mean?"

He smirks, gently cradles the baby in his arms and says, "That we met, that I am allowed to experience this love, that I am allowed to love. That were allowed to create this little miracle together. That we met and were allowed to create this little miracle together. There are no words to express my gratitude properly."

You smile tenderly at him, stand up, walk over to him and kiss his cheek.

"Echo, our child and I are grateful, for you, your love and care you give us. We are very happy, we couldn't have gotten it any better".

With a smile, he puts the baby in the cradle, who has since fallen asleep, and covers it up. He takes a deep breath and reaches for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"I will protect this, us, our little family with my life, always".

Wrecker

He is so fascinated. Very gently and lovingly, he holds your baby in his strong arms.

With a grin, he says, "It's so tiny. Look at that little finger, that tiny nose".

You smile. Of course a baby is small, but in Wrecker's arms, the child seems even smaller and somehow the sight is incredibly sweet. The hardened soldier, a beefy giant holding his little child in his arms, so full of love and gentleness.

"I love you," you say softly.

Wrecker looks at you and smiles, "I love you too, I love us, our family. We are a great team."

"We are," you agree.

Wrecker looks at the little one and says, "We are going to discover so many things together, wait until you get to go to your first fair, it's incredible fun"

The idea is incredibly sweet, in your mind's eye you can already see Wrecker storming a fair with your child full of verve and joy.

Wrecker continues, "Uncle Tech will be your teacher, he'll teach you things like math and stuff, but there's still time".

You grin to yourself. In fact, Tech has already offered to teach the child while you were still in labor. At that moment, you didn't really have the nerve to respond, but in hindsight, you're grateful for the offer and very likely you'll take it.

When Wrecker finally puts the baby gently in the cradle and tucks it in, you stand beside him, watching. Fascinated, as always, by the giant's careful gentleness.

"I love watching you do that," you whisper.

"Yeah?" he asks, surprised.

"You do it so wonderfully, so lovingly".

Wrecker smiles contentedly and kisses your forehead.

Tech

He tries several things, cradling, humming, soft words, usually mixing it all together. It's fascinating to see Tech fully focused on your child, you love watching him do it. Somehow he is a little different in those moments, more open and that adorable smile, you could melt away.

You hear him say softly and gently to the baby, "There's so much to discover, so much to learn. The Galaxy has a lot in store for you. Little by little I will show you everything, and some you will probably discover on your own."

After a while of gently rocking the child up and down, he puts the baby down, covers it up and says softly, "Let's hope you inherit your mother's looks and my mind."

You frown, though with a small smirk, as he comes to you, and you say, "I'm not sure if I'm offended or flattered."

Tech adjusts his goggles with a deft finger and says matter-of-factly with raised brows, "My dear, you are the most beautiful creature in the Galaxy, your cognitive abilities are not underdeveloped but still inferior to mine. Is it not a reasonable desire to want to see the best of both of us united in this child?"

You sigh softly, and pinch his side. He flinches and looks at you reproachfully, but then kisses your forehead.

"It doesn't matter what the future holds," he finally says, "I will always love you and our child with all my heart."

You smirk and say, "That sounds better".

"It's true" Tech adds seriously, but then smiles as well.

Crosshair

The baby is crying and Crosshair is tense, cradling it carefully in his arms, his brow furrowed.

"Come on, little Asskicker, don't cry, you're supposed to be sleeping".

You watch him with a furrowed brow and say, "Honey, you're tense, the baby senses it"

" Bullshit" he grumbles, but the baby cries louder and louder.

He sighs and tries to collect himself. What does he know about children? He never wanted any. Now he's got one, and his feelings are mixed. He loves you, and basically he loves the child, but he wasn't prepared for this, he didn't really want this path for his life. Crosshair is having trouble adjusting to the new situation, he is stressed and the baby senses it.

He wants to curse, but suppresses it. Once again he takes a deep breath, continues to cradle the baby and begins to hum softly and talk to the little bundle in a gentle voice. Gradually the child becomes calmer and Crosshair seems to relax as well.

"See you little asskicker, there you go, a good kid, that's my little rug rat".

You grin in relief and amusement, full of affection. It's a picture you never expected to see, some time ago, but it's a beautiful one. Crosshair with your child in his arms, with the gentlest expression on his face you've ever seen on him.

When the baby finally falls asleep, he puts it in the cradle and covers it.

On silent soles, he sneaks away from the cradle to you.

"How do you do this every day?" he asks in a whisper.

"Honestly? I don't know. It needs to be done, and I want the baby to be well taken care of, so I do what needs to be done, out of love but also out of necessity."

Crosshair looks over his shoulder to the cradle.

"The crying is definitely your genetic material," he says dryly.

"Very funny," you return, nudging him in the side.

"Yeah," he says, putting his arm around you, "All the insolence comes from your gene pool."

"You can kiss my ass" you grumble softly with a smirk as you leave the room together.

"See? Yeah, I love you too, Kitten".

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stars-n-spice · 3 months ago

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Hello 👋

How do Batchy and his soulmates spend their dates? Did they have group dates? Or evenings of watching movies together, for example? If so, who likes what movies and how does watching movies go both in such a crowd and in couples?

Hello dear anon! 🩵💫 Sorry for taking so long to answer, it's been pretty busy these last couple of days!

But this is a lovely question, thank you for asking it! I'll do my best to answer all the parts, but yes! They do occasionally have group dates!

Either as an entire group or as some of the couples having an occasional double-date, they do have group dates here and there along with their own individual dates.

I won't go into too much detail about how those double-dates go, but just know that typically one way or another things don't go as planned and hijinks will definitely ensue. They're definitely the type to go out to eat someplace nice, only to end up running from the cops at the end of the night.

But here are some of my headcanons on how each couple of the Silly Squad would spend their dates and what kind of dates they'd have!

Guardians:

Anything relaxing, quiet, and preferably not involving a lot of people is their idea of a nice "date" - Hunter doesn't really want to get overstimulated and Jung's not really one to be around a lot of people anyways

But if they do go out, it's on simple, good ol' dinner dates! They like to go out to someplace nice every now and then to try new foods

They’re honestly just fine staying in and taking a nap as a date (stars knows they both need it) - where they can just leave their responsibilities at the bedroom door and cuddle up for an hour or three

ScompScope:

Love "treat yourself" kind of dates where they'll have like spa days or something together - anything where they can relax and enjoy themselves for once

They're big fans of going out to different night market spots and trying new foods/drinks/desserts/etc (well, Viram moreso than Echo because he's picky) - or going out to picnics with some good tasting wine

Shopping! A lot of their dates consist of going out and shopping for various items (both needed and not), but it’s usually stuff for their family

Starburst:

Always out and about doing something fun on their dates - usually involves a lot of activity like going out dancing or hiking, or seeing something cool like at an aquarium or a zoo

They enjoy doing those DIY types of couple activities too! Like the places where you can go and make your own coffee mug or rug or something of the sort

After they go somewhere fun they usually end the day at an 'All you can eat' buffet-type place whilst still being able to have plenty of room for dessert

TechPhee:

Their dates are honestly mini adventures - Phee will take Tech everywhere and anywhere and Tech loves visiting new places - I could see them going hiking or following some treasure map or other as a form of a date

LOTS of museum dates - to any and all kinds (science, history, art, etc…), like that's the perfect date spot for them

If they don’t go out they’ll stay home and play board games and get SUPER competitive with each other - all in good fun, of course (but they ARE banned from playing Uno with the others)

Sharpshooters:

Crosshair doesn’t really like going out so a lot of their dates just happen at home - on top of that, Chagrians lose their sense of taste and affinity for food as they grow up so a lot of their dates don't revolve around food (since Tay doesn't really eat it)

When and if they do go out on a date it’s typically to something like the shooting range before going to get some drinks (and if Tay's lucky, he might even get a dance or two in)

On other occasions, they're more likely to be the ones to go on double dates with the others because it's kinda the only way anyone can get Crosshair out of the house and doing something

Movie night headcanons are under the cut!

Movie Night Headcanons:

As a Group:

They usually have a hard time coming down to a decision on what to watch

Typically they'll just go with whatever Omega wants to watch - so it's gotta be kid-appropriate but something they all can enjoy

They do love having movie marathons though so they'll usually dedicate a whole day to relaxing, eating a bunch of popcorn and snacks, and just watching a handful of movies at a time until they pass out

It's honestly just one huge cuddle pile with all of them

Crosshair's extra careful about not being too soft and affectionate with Tay though because he doesn't want all his brothers to make fun of him

Hunter falls asleep during these movies and Phee, Omega, and Crosshair will draw on his face

Khea and Tech are always trying to outdo each other in "who knows more about the movie production than the other"

Viram is the one pulling up space IMBD to tell everyone who everyone in the cast is every time an actor seems or sounds familiar

Occasionally, they'll play drinking games (if Omega's not there) during their movie nights ("Take a shot every time-")- Viram, Crosshair, Tech, and Jung usually are the first ones to tap out, followed by Hunter, Phee, and Echo with Khea, Wrecker, and Tay usually being the last ones

Guardians:

Hunter enjoys crime and black comedy movies Jung enjoys romance and musical movies

They'll usually watch something light hearted to take the pressure off of them - something to rewind and enjoy - and also because occasionally Omega wanders in

Hunter typically falls asleep midway through movies and will start snoring and ALWAYS happens with the movies he chooses to watch (y'know, as dads tend to do)

In turn, Jung usually covers Hunter with a blanket and then turns up the volume to drown out Hunter's snores as he finishes the rest of the movie

Sometimes Omega will sneak in and join them - usually she'll do it after Hunter falls asleep so she won't be lectured about being up past her bedtime by him, but if it's not too late she'll cozy up with them and watch whatever they're watching

Scompscope:

Echo enjoys drama and indie movies Viram enjoys mysteries and dramedy movies

Both of them enjoy drama movies so they usually don't have a hard time deciding on what kind of movie they want to watch

When they watch something that's more of a mystery, they'll make predictions and bets on the outcome between each other to see who can figure out the mystery first

They also tend to fall asleep during their movies though, but they come prepared and always are comfy and cozy with lots of pillows and blankets

They love finding new movies to watch together and have a system where they switch off where at the end of the week it's someone's turn to introduce the other to a new movie

Starburst:

Wrecker enjoys romcoms and action movies Khea enjoys action and western movies

Definitely have to have a lot of snacks whenever they watch a movie - Mantell Mix galore and they'll mix in various candies and chips into it and have a "popcorn bar"

All their stuffed animals also come to watch the movie with them and they'll create a little nest/fort to watch their movies from

They're the type to have most of the movie quotes memorized and will reenact their favorite scenes between each other every time it plays on the screen

Typically they'll settle on some action movie with lots of explosions and whatnot, but every now and then Khea will relent into watching a romcom with Wrecker (but only if there's a dog or a cat in the movie)

TechPhee:

Tech enjoys documentaries and historical dramas Phee enjoys thriller and historical movies

Tech is the type to know all the behind-the-scenes facts and won't hesitate to talk about the production, bloopers, fun facts, and so on throughout the movie - and Phee honestly loves it

They usually end up watching some historical piece because Tech tends to watch documentaries on his own - and you best believe they'll be calling out any inaccuracies they spot in these films

When they watch thrillers together, Tech does his best to put on a brave face throughout it and Phee enjoys watching Tech attempt to do so while also trying to logically explain situations happening in the film or trying to figure out what the plot/main twist is before it happens

They do sometimes watch movies with Omega and Lyana as well - and when they do, Tech will build a fort with them and Phee makes a bunch of sweet treats for them to indulge in

Sharpshooters:

Crosshair enjoys thriller and horror movies Tay enjoys action and comedy movies

Usually Tay will go with what Crosshair wants to watch so that Crosshair doesn't get bored or distracted half-way through the movie

Meaning, Tay's got to endure horror movies and whatnot, but he doesn't really mind - weirdly he's fine with the gore of horror movies but is easily frightened by jumpscares

Crosshair playfully teases Tay every time he jumps - especially when it's obvious there is going to be a jumpscare but Tay flinches anyways

Occasionally Crosshair enjoys Tay's comedy movies but it's mainly because he likes hearing Tay laugh (he'll never admit to it though)

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 1 year ago

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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 9 batchersss

Let's do it 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x05

"I get my own comm device?" she's so excited and it's so big on her lil arm 🥺🤲

Wrecker working out with Gonky

Echo: "the jedi trusted him" Tech: "the jedi who are all dead" bro 💀 I mean he has a point but still

dad batch telling Omega her comm isn't a toy...

*2 seconds later* Omega sneaking off to use her comm as a toy 😂

Echo and Hunter mom and dad going through the rules with Omega

(fun fact my mum knows their rules because I say them to her lmao)

Tech's reaction to seeing Cid's place is literally "charming 👀" oml he's roasting her before he even meets her I love him sm

the two guys Ahsoka set free !!! on Oba diah !!!

Hunter: 'who is Cid?' Echo: 'I literally have no idea' 💀

Tech: "that would've been information to share earlier" brooo his sass level as at an all time high this ep 👑

TURN AROUND RN BOYS ITS NOT WORTH IT

Omega is so smart fr 💕

Echo mom grabbing Omega's hand before she touches the sharp thingy

CID WHY TF DO YOU HAVE CLONE HELMETS IN YOUR STUPID LITTLE OFFICE LIKE THEYRE DECORATIONS

I don't hate a lot of star wars characters, but Cid is definitely one of them now ngl

DONT DO IT BOYS IT'S A TRAP

Wrecker and Omega high five 💕💕💕💕

Cid called Wrecker "it" I'm- 😡

Wreckers headaches are getting worse 🥲🙃

I know someone has spoken about this before but I just cannot get over the way Omega hugs her little clone doll when she finds out some people are sold and treated like property 😭💔 it's like poetry but not the nice kind

Omega: "poor Muchi she looks scared" 🤲

another fun fact my dad says this all the time hehe oops (no my parents have not seen tbb)

oop Hunter dad told Omega to stay on the ship

shhh they're sneaking 🤫

I MISS THEM SO BAD THEYRE DOING MISSION THINGS LIKE "Echo, sitrep" idk it just feels so tcw I'm emotional 🥲

Wrecker hits his head count: 5

Hunter and Tech got the zappy net oop

Omega: "now she's a bad batcher" screaming, crying, kicking my feet, throwing myself across the room

Omega always calls for Hunter first 🥺

STOP ZAPPING OUR BOYS 😡

Wrecker trying to comfort the lil green baby 🥲

Tech's dramatic sigh count: 583

Omega has the brain cell this ep fr

THE TALKING WITHOUT WORDS GETS ME EVERY FREAKING TIME I SWEAR

ew get ur crusty feral slaver ass outta here, skug

lmao Echo shouting to Omega like 'we are unarmed pls arm us' 😂

WAIT I saw someone posting about this, if anyone knows what I'm talking about pls tag the op or something please !! but they were talking about how Echo seems so willing to work with Omega in the field, like he trusts her despite her being a child, possibly because he'd worked alongside Ahsoka as a child, like for him it's normal to work with a child soldier. so while the rest of the batch are like ??? how to talk to babies ??? Echo is giving her battlefield instructions and gives her a bit more 'freedom' (for lack of a better word) in the field

lmao Wrecker's way of distracting the guards is to take out some guy's ankles 💀

"I wasn't sneaking... I was unlocking" YESSSS OMEGAAAA 🥰💕👑🙌

screwdriver hand go brrr

Echo: "the rancor is Muchi???" 🤨🙃 poor baby just needs a nap fr

okay but Hunter just throws Echo's pack at him from like 10ft away 💀 then Wrecker immediately throws him his helmet 👀 yes I watched it multiple times 🤫

Echo again !! he straight up volunteers to take Omega with him 💕

Tech is an ipad kid

OMEGA GRABBING THE LITTLE GREEN BABY'S HAND 🥺

get them Muchi !! tear those slavers apart !!! (insert evil Nimona face)

Wrecker's big nod to slide his helmet over his face properly teehee

Wrecker hits his head count: 6

Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the-

do not ask me how many times I've watched this scene... just don't

but the answer is yes

anyway back to being normal lmao

Omega finding her laser bow 🙌 !!! + Echo mom calling aftet her lololol

Muchi thrashed that slaver pet fr

Wrecker: 'challenge accepted' *fights rancor*

Bib Fortuna and the guards for the ot vibes 🥰

Omega riding Muchi !!! very Fett of her hehe

"I'm good with secrets" yeah and I'm good at going to bed before 3am 🙄 pfft good with secrets my ass Ciddarin 😠

tysm for joining again friends 💕 I actually meant to post this yesterday but I fell asleep oopsie

but I'm running out of time lolol so I'm gonna have to watch a few eps a day now !!

who else is terrified for s3 👀

It's almost 3am and these are the only 2 pics I can find from this ep 🥲 feel free to reblog and add more 💕

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eriexplosion · 1 year ago

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Entombed, PHEE MY BELOVED.

Omega is having so much fun in the junkyard she finds extreme enrichment in being able to Steal and Scavenge. I love that Omega craves Treasure this season, it's for a sad reason (SHE HAS TO EARN HER RIGHT TO EXIST WITH HER FAMILY RIGHT?) but it's also delightful to watch. LET SMALL GIRLS STEAL ALL THEY WANT, IT'S IMPORTANT TO THEIR PSYCHE.

Bolo and Ketch at Phee's storytime is so cute

Tech you would only know the story changes every time if you were listening every time she told it (and remembering the details) you know you like storytime.

God Hunter has reached maximum tired dad in this episode like legitimately the most exhausted I have ever seen him. His completely tired voice on 'Those two will believe anything.' Tired glances exchanged with Echo. This face.

We have a bit to go before he gets to that face but I am fucking entranced by it. Haunted by it. God give him a nap.

Tech and Phee sorting through the garbage haul together. Date Night Ideas for nerds.

MEL-221 is SO cute I love the paint job

Tech absolutely wants to pick Phee's brain for more unknown systems he wants to put them on his map, he MUST put more systems on his map.

Hunter turning around while they're talking though like he senses a disturbance in the force and it's going to make his life more difficult isn't it?

God him doing grouchy knife tricks in the background watching Omega copy Phee like she used to do with him, Hunter is so mad that is HIS little sister and Phee is STEALING HER.

"Who'd wanna hide treasure here?" Echo let's be real, the best place to hide treasure is where no one in their right mind would ever want to go. It just makes sense. Their distaste for how much this place sucks is great though, Echo has two sides: One wants to be doing more to fight the Empire, the other wants to find a nice sunny spot and drink a margarita already. Notably NEITHER of those sides wants to be on Suck Planet looking for Supposed Treasure.

CUTLASS CUTLASS CUTLASS

"If I'm right, which is always~" I love her so much.

Also her dramatically like THIS IS THE ENTRANCE TO SKARA NAL! And Echo is just. The WHAT? Genuinely one of my favorite things is when someone says something and Echo's entire reaction is "What the FUCK are you TALKING ABOUT?"

Phee you need to be aware when discussing 'the ancients' that everyone besides you in this room is less than 12 years old and their entire culture began that long ago too, they have very little reference for ancient anything.

Omega <3 BABY GIRL IS SO SMART also I love laying the compass on Phee's lantern to make it a projector that is so good

Hunter sensing the creature coming before it growls, I always love to see some of his enhanced senses at play. AND WHY IS IT ALWAYS WRECKER ABOUT TO GET EATEN, WHAT ABOUT HIM IS SO IMMENSELY SNACKABLE?

"You're just making this up as you go" hush Hunter that is your entire MO and you know it.

"So we have to navigate this death trap without it?" "Good thing you have me :D" *HUNTER GIVES THE LONGEST SIGH AND DRAWS HIS GUN FOR NO REASON JUST TO EMPHASIZE HOW UNCOMFORTABLE HE IS*

I love the door opening with the SPINNING as it slides

Heart of the Mountain is so pretty I want it as a rock candy

I've noticed when they need someone to fall while they're dangling precariously it's always Echo that goes first, life is hard when you have one hand capable of gripping.

The interior when the... it looks like a tomb guardian from Jedi Fallen Order iirc... activates looks so good.

Phee protectively clinging to the Heart of the Mountain, she doesn't WANNA give it up! Fair, Phee.

Hunter saving her last minute is such a good moment too, honestly this is a fun episode and yet another one I can't understand why people hated it sooooo much. This fandom lacks joy sometimes.

Let me tell you this thing approaching the Marauder is still stressful despite knowing nothing happens to it because of my intense belief that the marauder is NOT making it out of this show in one piece.

Them all being in this thing as it randomly self destructs is a lot, WHY DOES IT DO THAT WHEN YOU PUT THE THING BACK IN

"This puts as at 0 for 2 in treasure hunting"

MEL being blown up so much that Phee keeps a backup of her on the ship is a great detail.

#the bad batch rewatch

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secretthegriffin · 2 years ago

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Tbb stoner headcanons

-OK so I just wanted to share how I felt the boys would be as stoners :)

Tw ⚠ mentions of drugs

Tech:

• Definitely smokes dabs

• Makes his own, wax and live resin.

• Definitely made his own modded electric nail with the perfect dab temperature

• The botanist in him definitely has a tiny garden with experimental strains

• Prefers sativa- gets those gears in that magnificent brain thinking of all sorts of things

Hunter:

• Definitely 100% a lightweight

• Prefers joints and blunts

• Something tells me he'd be bad at rolling blunts but good at rolling j's

• Occasionally smokes with crosses bongs

• Likes to relax with some indica after a particularly overstimulating day

• Like I said lightweight- he's either knocked out within the first 3 hits or he's a giggling mess no in-between

• Only prefers to smoke when he's stressed

Wrecker:

• An all around kind of stoner- he has a naturally high tolerance so he likes dabs, joints, pens, bong rips all of it. This man is your typical stoner.

• Munchies level - extreme

• Prefers to smoke a bit more than hunter but often you'll find these two sharing a blunt or j

• Will sometimes bring joints onto missions (and get lectured for it by hunter)

• Makes the most godly edibles

Echo:

• Strikes me as a pipe kind of guy

• He prefers cbd for chronic pain

• Carries around a wax pen and u can't say he doesn't-he needs that extra stress relief through the day sometimes

• Not a munchies kind of a guy but a good bong rip will have him napping in random places

• Literally can't roll to save his life *it's not his fault he has only one hand :( *

Crosshair:

• Definitely a bong guy, he has a few and he always makes sure to clean them

• Spliffs, joints and blunts

• Like echo carries around a wax pen except it's not cbd so he's zooted

• Like tech smokes dabs a little more often than not

• Wrecker isn't allowed to touch his bongs (he broke one on accident ONE TIME)

• Rolling king 👑

• He definitely wakes hunter up in the middle of the night, coughing from bong rips

(Let me know what yall think, do you agree with these headcanons?)

#tw drugs #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb echo #the clone wars #tbb headcanons #stoner

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adventuresloane · 2 years ago

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The Wanted (Revised Hurloane Fic) - Chapter 11

“They had nearly as many names as they had stories told about them. Ram. Raven. Red. Devil. Deputy. Outlaw. Short ‘n Long. Ghosts of the Rapids.”

Hurley’s a bounty hunter, the Raven is an outlaw, and the desert is a lonely place.

(The 50k+ Old West Hurloane AU Where Hurley Becomes A Thief Too that no one asked for. Edited and reposted from an old version of the story. T for non-graphic violence and discussions of death/injury/trauma.)

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Admittedly, it didn't take Hurley too long to fuck up.

They might have started to let their guard down, in hindsight. After awhile, the circumstances of this life with Sloane became, if not exactly routine, then at least rhythmic. There was a consistency to the spiking highs of their thefts followed by long periods of running and hiding and quiet. They came to know, for example, how long it would take after one of their big hits for the victimized town to send its bounty hunters coursing into the desert after them. The naps they took at midday when they were really on the run, so they could travel through the whole following night, and the paths through rocky land that they could take to slow down their pursuers--these things were never boring, but they did become familiar.

That may have been why, one day in the canyonlands, they got comfortable when they shouldn't have. Sloane, after all, seemed to know every possible path through the labyrinth of crevices. She, with her sharper ears, picked up the sound of distant hoofbeats before they did, too.

"Do you hear someone?" Hurley asked.

"Yeah. We need to pack up and get the horse ready. It'll take them awhile to find the right path to us, at least, if they ever do."

But whatever group was after them had knowledge of the land too, it seemed. It didn't take them long to navigate through. By the time the two of them were mounted and ready to run, Hurley could hear the pound of the horses too. The echoes confounded them, as they always had, but the sounds were undoubtedly getting closer.

And Hurley had to wonder.

"We have to go," Sloane said quickly. "We've got a couple minutes, maybe."

"Okay," they said, but they didn't get the horse moving just then. They felt how a frozen deer must feel, primed to spring at any moment but waiting, still, waiting wide-eyed until the last moment, because they needed to see their oncoming doom up close.

"Hurley?" Her voice was a warning as much as it was a question. Still they did nothing. They just needed a moment longer.

As the first flashes of paint horse came careening around the corner, as the hunters raised their voices and their pistols, as the thunder came rumbling toward them, all they could do was scan the angry faces. They looked for a familiar one, the visage of an older man with deep lines around his lips.

"Ram, move!"

They snapped back to themself just as bullets began to blow bits of rock off the canyon walls near them. The showers of dust hit them in the face as they began, desperately, to dodge and weave.

It took them longer than it would have otherwise to lose the bounty hunters, but they managed it. Once they got into the open, they didn't stop until the poor horse heaved and shook with exhaustion. White spit flew backward from its mouth.

Even this wasn't far enough, not even close. Just because they could no longer see their pursuers didn't mean those hunters weren't somewhere behind them. They would have to stop only for a short time before going on. There was a lot to do yet to shake the posse, now that they'd gotten within a hair of the two of them.

Hurley got off and tried to catch the breath that they hadn't been able to get back throughout the whole ride. Their heart beat so hard that it seemed to quiver.

"Hey," Sloane snapped at them before she even dismounted. Hurley braced themself. "Do you mind talking about what the fuck just happened back there?"

"Look, I'm sorry."

"No you're not," she muttered as she slid off the saddle. "You're never sorry for any of the fucking stunts you pull."

Hurley stopped mid-pace, then turned on her. "Excuse me, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. You're always trying to be some kind of damn hero. It's like you're playing a game."

This, they hadn't expected. She could be mad, sure, but to hit them with this out of the blue? "That's not true," they snapped back.

"Sure, Hurley."

"Well, if it's really what you think of me then why are you telling me now, huh? You've had months and months to let me know, if it's been such a worry for you!"

"Do you, like, get what we're doing here?" Hurley was starting to hate it when she got this way, when the spite and venom found its way back into her voice. It was the same voice they had heard what seemed like a lifetime ago, when they had come to her in the back of a barred wagon, trussed like a prize or like a dangerous thing. It was a voice that made an enemy of whomever she spoke to. "Don't know if you've noticed, but the bounty on our heads is only going up, and people are desperate for cash. They're going to look for any slip-up like that."

"You are not gonna talk to me like I'm a child," they growled.

"Then figure your shit out! Get it through your head that you only need to fuck up once for them to ruin both of our lives."

"Why are you being like this? You're acting like I tried to get us caught!"

"You damn well could have."

"I wasn't!" She said nothing to that. Her jaw was locked and her lips in a line. Hurley hated how closed she looked. "Besides, you've had more than once chance."

"What are you talking about?" She sounded weary of them now.

"You've been caught more than once and managed to get out of it, right? Whatever you did to fuck up, it didn't ruin your whole life, did it?"

"Well, no shit. You were there for it."

"I meant before that. You got away from the first bounty hunters that caught you all on your own. Everyone knows that."

Sloane paused, for more than a beat. Then, seeming to recover the attitude that she had momentarily dropped, she turned to Hurley, hand on her hip, and talked to them like they were simple. "I'm not about to count," she started, "on every group of bounty hunters being as dumb and wet behind the ears as that pack of drunks."

It was too late, though. She probably thought that Hurley hadn't noticed the moment of hesitation, but they had. Any irritation that they may have felt up until that moment began to congeal into something colder inside them. It wasn't a thoughtful pause from her, nor was it mere surprise. It was a freeze. Her shoulders had hitched up with tension. It happened so quickly, they might not have been able to catch such a thing before, but they knew enough now to do so. They had seen her spooked enough times.

They tried not to let on that knew. "So," they started slowly, "that part of the story is true? That you got away on your own?"

"Yeah."

"That sounds like it was hard."

"It wasn't. They were idiots. And drunk for most of the time, like I said." She was busy taking off the horse's sweaty tack. When they didn't respond, she looked over at them, and they must have looked expectant, because she promptly groaned. "Look, it's not even one of my good stories. I was a kid, I was dumb, I didn't do what I would do now."

She was still fiddling with the saddle straps. She spoke like her words were meant to just skim past like a stone skipped on water. They sunk into Hurley anyway, slowly. "A kid?"

"Yeah."

"How...how old?"

"Gods above, why do you need to know?"

"I don't," they said hastily, although a part of them felt that it was, in fact, a need. "I was just asking."

"Ugh. I mean, I wasn't a kid, like, a little kid or anything. Like seventeen."

That was the first time they began to feel sick to their stomach.

She shrugged before she went on. "Walked into an ambush that I would've been able to see from a mile away these days." She shook her head and scoffed a little, seemingly at herself. "And I kept trying to fight the ropes after they tied me up, like I thought I could get out of them if I just pulled hard enough. I don't know. Think I thought it would make me seem tougher. Bad idea." She said no more about it, then.

And because she didn't specify further, they were free to fill in the gaps for themself. They imagined what it was like, when she fought because she could no longer take flight. Someone who, to begin with, was not a fighter, not that way at least. Behind their eyes, they saw, unbidden, a younger version of herself struggling like a mustang at the end of unyielding ropes, her skin chafing against them. Hurley had gotten glimpses of an almost animal fear in her before, the kind that widened her eyes; they imagined that kind of fear fully realized, that desperation that they had seen. Her straining

to get back to the open world that she knew, and being ripped from it still. Dragged forward through the heat, made to trudge with aching muscles behind her captors' horses once she had finally, inevitably worn herself out. Seventeen.

They could picture the hands of the hunters, so many hands on her at once to pull and push and pin her to the ground, hands heedless of whether they bruised her arms when they grabbed them to keep her still. Maybe hands that struck, if her trying to get away bothered them enough, or if their drunkenness inclined them. Maybe worse. Hurley wanted them off her, those ungentle hands. They would have beaten them all off if they could.

Sloane snorted to herself, then. The sound nearly startled them, it was so casual, so deeply at odds with how they felt. "Look, I'm embarrassed to even talk about it now, okay? All that fighting when I got caught. Big waste of sweat and energy. You know I'd never try that shit now. Stupid."

"It wasn't stupid." Hurley realized a moment later how forcefully they'd said it, enough to make Sloane's ears snap up. More quietly, they went on, "You were...you must have been so scared."

At that, they saw her practically jolt. Her first reaction, they could tell, was defensive. "I was just..." But then she trailed off, and whatever fire had flared up in her just then died off in an instant. She seemed to think a moment, then shook her head again. "But it was still stupid regardless, you know? I mean, no matter how you look at it, I should've saved my energy. Could've just saved it all until nightfall. They weren't too hard to get away from, in the end, like I said. A couple nights in, I undid the ropes with my teeth while they were sleeping. That's why my front teeth are still a little bit bent, see?" And she opened her mouth to show them off.

Hurley turned away. "And then?"

"Ran into the mountains and ended up practically passed out in the hills. Think the only reason they stopped coming after me is because they figured I must've been dead up there already."

And Hurley imagined a child, run halfway into the hard, hot ground from exhaustion and thirst. Imagined Sloane's brown cheek pressed into rocks as she lay panting. Would she have thought, at that time, about having no one around to bury her? Being so alone, it's something they would have thought about, they're sure.

"Hey," she said, grousing, "don't give me that look. Do I look like I'm out here feeling bad for myself?"

"No, you weren't even going to talk about it," they murmured.

"Right. So don't you start feeling bad for me."

"Did they do this?" they asked, and they touched her upper back, where they knew that, under her coat, there were long white marks set into her flesh.

Instantly, they wished they hadn't. No one could have missed the sharp flinch that she gave this time, and they drew their hand away at once as though it had burned her. Too late. She breathed a little more quickly than before. Then, she seemed to realize that she had given up something without meaning to, and she cast her eyes to the ground and said nothing. Hurley felt no victory in what they had found out.

"I'm sorry," they said in a hush.

"Don't be." She sounded farther from them than before. For awhile, there was quiet.

"How'd you do it?" they murmured.

"What?"

"How'd you ever get up again?"

She furrowed her brow at the ground in a puzzling way. She looked like she was trying to reach back into some memory. "It rained," she said at last, and her voice was softer than it had been all day.

Hurley just looked at her and waited. They would have waited as long as it took her.

"I remember...I woke up in a cave up there, and it was thundering. I don't really know how I managed to stand, but I stumbled out there and sat on the ground, and it came pouring down. First water I'd had in days. And then I just kind of stayed there and stared up at the sky for awhile." She let out a humph suddenly and smiled slightly, in a fond sort of way. "You see why I've always liked it out here, right? This place has always been on my side."

She said it like it was a good thing. But Hurley, in spite of everything, had never been in a place in their life where the only things they had to rely on were the rough earth and the fickle, fragile clouds.

In almost a whisper, they said, "I'm on your side, you know."

She huffed, and they didn't miss the way she rolled her eyes a little. "I know." After another moment, she said, "Me too. About, you know, the being on your side thing."

"I know that. I do."

"Good."

"Did you..." They almost swallowed the question back down, unsure if they really wanted an answer. They decided that they needed one regardless. "Did you think about that when we...when my posse caught you?"

She raised an eyebrow at them. "Think about it?" Her hand went up to scratch the side of her scalp. "I mean, yeah, I guess I did. Kind of hard not to, right? Thought about not repeating the same mistakes as the first time, anyway," she finished with a forced laugh.

She had to have thought, too, that it could all happen again. Their posse had put that fear anew in her. Hurley had put that fear anew in her.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

They knew that they only had so much time before she stopped being receptive to this conversation entirely, so they took a deep breath. "Can I just say one thing?"

Her lip started to quirk up into a smirk as she looked their way. "I don't think I could stop you."

After a moment's hesitation, they put a hand lightly over hers. That was enough to pique, it seemed, as she faced them for the first time since they had started talking. They held her gaze as best they could. "I'm glad you got out of there alone. I'm so grateful you did. But you're not going to have to do that again, alright? I'm not going to let you, in fact." For her sake, then, they tried for a laugh themself. "And the next person who lays a hand on you is gonna get it broken, alright?"

She appreciated that, given the way that she giggled with them. Then, though, something that they hadn't seemed before touched her face and gave a new shape to her smile. It looked something like sadness, and it reached her eyes.

Stranger still, after a bit, she simply breathed out her nose in a small hum and said, "You're good to me, Red."

They would never have thought to be anything else to her.

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Changes in the winds brought moisture from an ocean that was hundreds of miles and many worlds away from the solid, sunbaked earth underfoot. The two of them spent the violent summer near the Shickshaw Hills. Sometimes they came across towns tucked in crouching amongst the mountains and stayed for days, keeping a low profile, before moving on. Sometimes they wandered in the hills themselves, so that when the black clouds snuck up on them, they could duck into one of many caves and simply watch dirt roads far below them turning to muddy rivers, as the hardened ground spat back the water instead of absorbing it and let it run off in flash floods. A couple of times, they were not quite quick enough--the sky often went from blue to dark in minutes, and the first drop would scarcely hit the sand before all of the rain came down at once. It fell hard enough to sting. When that happened, Hurley would hear the slap of their waterlogged clothes as they ran for shelter and shivered in front of the lightning and thrilled at being at once so hot and so cold.

By the time they had caught their breath inside the cave and stripped their shirt off for it to dry beside the fire Sloane had built, often the storm would have already moved on and left the air outside sweet and cool. Hurley began to get used to the sight of her bare back. When she sat up straight, they saw the long, narrow dip between the muscles where her spine lay. They saw the few long scars on her shoulder blade but did not bring them up again.

Instead, they let their hair frizz as it air-dried and then slipped under the blanket that was already around Sloane's shoulders. The pair of them checked each other's recent scabs and sunburns to ensure that none of them were worsening. She ribbed them for how long it must've been since they had gotten some, with how long they'd been out in this lonely place, and they ribbed her back. They listened to her stories and heard her voice get slower and more sighing as she became sleepy, and again they thrilled at being at once so hot and so cold.

In the days after a big storm, seeds that had been waiting months or years for their chance erupted from the ground so quickly that you could nearly hear them growing. The two of them picked the desert wildflowers sometimes, to slip them into each other's hair or into their own; sometimes, they just let them be. Pink and red and orange, they burned with the colors of a sunset, were just as beautiful and just as quick to go. The leaves crisped under the sun, and the pollinating wasps and butterflies went elsewhere.

Nowadays, Hurley liked the night best. Sloane gathered them up against her, pressed their warmth into her as she always did. Her chin lowered down to rest on their shoulder, near the crook of their neck. They did their best to keep still and not to seem stiff. This was what always happened after she believed that Hurley had already fallen asleep, whether it was to keep them both warmer or simply because it was the same thing she always did, instinctually, when nestling into pillows. She buried herself away from the world.

These days, they seldom slept while she was still awake. They were simply too aware of each small movement she made. Their heart only ever began to slow when hers did. (Sometimes, in the night, they woke to her shifting and whimpering in her sleep. Sometimes, when they put a hand over her chest, she would slowly still without waking herself. They were developing an awareness of these signs in her, too.)

With practice, they had learned to keep their breathing steady when she gave them an accidental kick in the side as she tried to get comfortable. They were also pretty good at keeping up the ruse when wisps of hair tickled their forehead, when her nose brushed up and down their cheek in what, frankly, could only be described as nuzzling. This, too, was typical whenever she was snuggling in to sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary.

For their part, if they ever found themself restless, they would count their blessings, the way their mother had always said to do on sleepless nights. The cover provided by the hollows between the canyon walls, the wide desert sky heavy with stars. Both of them were alive and breathed the free air—every expansion of Sloane’s chest pressed against theirs was a reassurance of this.

What they did not expect was the way that, now, she slowed and then finally stopped nuzzling into them. When she came to a halt, her lips were on Hurley’s cheek. Closed. They felt more of a tingling than pressure, as though one of the night moths that fed on the cactus flowers had landed there, the touch was so light.

Sloane was not asleep. The breaths that left her nose and ghosted across Hurley’s skin were too quick and too irregular. She simply stayed still there.

Any second now, they were sure, she was going to realize that they were awake. They didn’t see how she could not have known, with the way their face, their everything, had begun to burn. They quashed the sudden urge to immediately kick off all the blankets, and her. They must have positively radiated heat. It was enough to prick them from the inside, and maybe to prick her, the paper-thin skin of the lips that they could not stop feeling no matter how much they tried to tune it out like a white noise. They were not sure whether they wanted to stop feeling anyway. Her mouth was still closed.

But she didn’t notice that they were awake, or at the very least didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, as she began to slowly pull away—for the briefest of moments, her lips seemed to stick to their skin just a little, from the saliva—she opened her mouth, only to let out a sigh that Hurley felt shudder through her whole body. Then there was a shift and her back was to them.

They lay there as she slipped into sleep and then for ages afterward, wide-eyed in the dark. They were too aware of themself to rest, too conscious of the sensations all around them, the scratch of the cotton blanket and the pebbles digging into their thighs and the other warm body fitted against the curve of theirs. All of it kept them up, all of it was all too much. It was like their skin itself called out for a touch, another touch. Probably, it was a bit like going mad, if to go mad was to experience the world too much and to see in it what no one else could.

That was not, in fact, a kiss. Not really, anyway. It was something nameless that had come at them out of the shadows, terrifying and full of possibility.

#hurloane #taz balance #the zone cast #the adventure zone #taz fanfic #taz #hurley #sloane #the wanted #taz hurley #taz sloane

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hunterlilith · 9 months ago

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Before you read, this ones pretty sad. So if you are having a rough day be warned. Take care of yourself <3

The Chronicles Of Lilith The Hunter: Dark dreams, Zayne.

I woke up screaming his name again. Caleb, the name left a bitter taste in my mouth as his name echoed in my head, shattering my heart. It must have been days, since I’d last slept. My nap turning into a horror show. Avoiding sleeping had become a pattern, the dreams just being too hard bare. I couldn’t even tell where the dream ended, and reality started any longer. Picking up my phone I called Zayne. He answered straight away.

Z: -Hey, Lil. I missed you yesterday. Where were you, we had an appointment? I didn’t have the energy to potentially fight with him.

L: - Hey you. I’m sorry, that was yesterday? My days are..I trailed off not knowing how to tell him. I hadn’t been sleeping for days without getting yelled at. Sensing something was off he went.

Z:-That’s okey, how about you come by tonight? Before I lose my cool the words are out of my mouth.

L:- Sure, It’s pretty late though.

Z:- I know, you’re staying over Lil. So pack a little bag, I’m grabbing you on my way home. I’ll be there in 10! I started freaking out on the inside, at least I had showered in the morning. But my apartment was a mess.

L: - Alright, I’ll be down in 10. See you then! I ended the call and went about collecting the necessary, I didn’t need much anyways since I’d left a few things for whenever I stayed over. With a few extra minutes to spare I made sure to throw the trash out.

When I came around the corner his car was already waiting for me. -Deep breaths, Lil. It will be alright. My heart was beating silly fast as I opened the door and got in next to him. He leaned over giving me a kiss on the cheek. -Hey you. Lil, why is your hood up?I was thanking the maker for it being dark. As I moved it off my head.-Hey, love. Oh, I felt a little bit chilly. Shall we go? Speaking about mundane things on the way home to Zayne’s, we settled into our normal rhythm. I was looking out the window for most of it, so he wouldn’t notice how much of a mess I was. He’s hand as always resting on my thigh, giving me comfort.

We arrived at his home. My legs felt weak, my nerves on edge. When had I last eaten? Lost in my own thoughts.-Lilith? You coming, love?Not realising I’d stopped moving, I went after him. He held the door open for me. – Thank you, Zayne. I closed the door and turned around to face him, the hallway decently lit. He’s voice was soft. -Baby, come here? I’d usually run and throw my arms around him. Instead, I walked to him keeping a steady pace. I knew he’d noticed as soon as my face was out of the dark. I could see the change happening in front of me, the shift in his stance, the little things Zayne always did when worried about me. He wrapped me up in his arms, squishing me against his chest. Resting his head no top mine he said in a soft voice. – You’ve lost weight, Lil. And don’t take this the wrong way but you look awful. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. Safe I thought to myself. – I know. I’ve been having a rough time. My words muffled against his chest. He tilted my head up giving my forehead a soft kiss. He searched my face, stroking my cheek just below my puffy red rimmed eyes.

-Let’s get some food in that belly, shall we? When did you eat last? I shook my head. – I don’t know. He raised an eyebrow at that. At some point over the weekend I’d mustered up enough energy to make a cup of noodles but when? I couldn’t tell him that instead I said. -Last night maybe? He smiled softly at me. -We can’t have that. Sit down I’ll make us something quick. He went about the kitchen, grabbing a pot and kitchen tools. Walking to the fridged he grabbed some chicken stock, raw chicken, potatoes and other easy digestible veggies. As he put the pan on he looked up at me quickly. -You’re gonna tell me what’s going on with you?

I fiddled with my hands restlessly and softly I said. – I, the dreams are back. He’s head snapped back and looked at me at that.-How long? And why didn’t you tell me? He started cutting the veggies, the potatoes needing some time to boil. -They come and go but their bad, this time. A few days? I didn’t wanna bother you, you’ve had a lot going on at the hospital. He was silent for a bit, finishing up the cutting of the veggies and putting them in with the stock. He walked over crouching in front of me, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it as he rubbed his thumb over the top. He said in a soft voice.-No matter how busy I get, I always have time for you. You’re not a burden, Lil. He tilted my head to look at him, stroking my cheek. – Alright? I’m always here for you, you’re not alone. I leaned in surprising him as I brushed my lips softly against his, murmuring.-I know, I’m sorry it won’t happen again. Not satisfied he leaned in again for a longer kiss. -Good girl. He walked back, putting the meat in. -Can you keep an eye on this is almost done? But I’d like to get out of my work clothes and into something cosier for dinner. I smiled softly at him. -Of course, my love. Go change, I’ll set the table. Leaving the kitchen he walked off in the direction of his bedroom. I admired his back, exhausted or not the man was gorgeous with a nicely shaped body. Shaking my head at myself. I went to grab plates out of the cupboard. I got our favourite bottles of cold water out of the fridge, grabbed the spoon and set the table. As I was stirring the pot, Zayne came walking back. Dressed in a black matching set, hoodie and joggers. He put his arms around me, hugging me from the back his hands resting on my belly. -I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you so much. He kissed my cheek. I started to turn but the alarm for the food went off. -Oh foods ready! He exclaimed. We sat down and had our food, it was the most the delicious soup I’d ever eaten. He chuckled at me -Take it slow, Lil. Your belly will need some time. I slowed down and we spoke about what he’d been up to at work. By the end of it I was trying to stay awake my belly decently full.

Zayne scouped me up and walked me off to the bedroom. – Put me down I can walk! Zayne laughed softly. -Alright. Your stuff is still in the bathroom. I’m just gonna put away our plates and I’ll join you. Walking into the bedroom I looked at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. I really looked awful he wasn’t wrong. I stripped down to my knickers and borrowed one of his t-shirts preferring to sleep with his smell surrounding me at all times. I met him as I walked back into the bedroom. He looked at me with loving eyes. -It’s kinda cute you know? You always sleeping in my clothes instead of your own. He scoped me up and kissed my nose. -Zayne! He walked me the last few steps and sat down with me on the bed as I ended up on his lap. -You cheeky little monster. I hit him playfully and he grabbed my hand before it could connect, interlocking his fingers with mine. In a more serious voice he said. -Would you like sleeping pills? I shook my head. -No I don’t tend feel good on them. He kissed my forehead. -As you wish my lady. Let’s get you into bed. I walked on all 4 over the bed to my side. He laughed and swatted my ass gently, my heart racing at the sound and touch. He came around the side and laid down in the middle of the bed, so I could cuddle up on his chest and wrap myself around his side. -I still have some work to do, but I’ll wait until you fall asleep. I pouted but understood he’s need to finish up documents while his memory was still fresh. -Will you tell me a story? He chuckled. -Would you like me too? I nodded and rested my head on his chest listing to his heart. – A long time ago, there was a tower with a lonely man stuck inside of it. Until this girl came seeking his help..He looked at her, she was already out. As it pained him to leave her straight away he stayed until her sleep was stable her breaths deep and even.

A few hours later:

I sat up hastily in bed, a scream ripping through my chest tearing up my vocal cords. -CALEB! I reached for him. I could feel the horrible heat on my face, the knock back pushing the air out of my lungs. I was back, he was just in front of me. Shaking my head, my ears ringing, hot blood trickling down my face mixing with my tears. Zayne, came running from his home office. -Baby, what’s wrong? Why are- He paused for a split second seeing me on the bed. I rocked back and forth on Zayne’s bed. -No, no, no! Caleb, no. Please! My voice hysterical. Zayne rushed to the bed, and he sat down behind me wrapping me in his arms pulling me against his chest.-Oh Lil, his eyes looked at me sadly his heart breaking for me. He rocked with me, stroking one of my wrist with his thumb checking my pulse. He murmured softly against my ear. -Sssh, baby. Come on Lil, you need to snap out of it. My voice cracked as loud sobs shook my body.

-Don’t leave me. Please, Caleb. I pleaded, over and over until my voice was too broken to use. My heart rebroken again, as if it had been just yesterday both him and gran had died leaving me alone in this cruel world without a family. Cold sweat was trickling down my spine, sending unpleasant shivers through me. I was vaguely aware of someone’s arms wrapped around me.

-Lil, please? You need to calm down. His chin was resting on my head, his eyes closed, his voice a soft whisper beckoning me to come back to him. I felt his heartbeat through my back, his warmth slowly seeping into my body as his lips brushed gently against the base of my neck, murmuring and pleading. - It’s okey, baby. I got you. Please, Lilith. Instinctively i knew it was him. I’d know him anywhere, my Soulmate. I tried my voice. -Zayne? My throat felt raw and sounded wrong, raspy and worn.

Part One <3 I hope you enjoy! This ones a lil sad..

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