#Star Wars the bad batch fanfiction

[clone-wars-winter-challenge]

Here are your hints!

This clone is a romantic man. He may not always show it, especially when his brothers are around, but he is a hidden softy for you. He loves planning dates, especially around the holidays. He wants to walk through the night, stargazing with a cup of hot cocoa in hand, before snuggling up under warm fluffy blankets and a Christmas movie, a plate of cookies beside you. He never admits he's getting tried, and that he will fall asleep first during the movie, he's to stubborn, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

[wanderinginksplot-writes]

I haven't written anything new this month since most of my writing time has been spent finishing a fic for the other account, but I hope you'll appreciate the announcement that I've updated my masterlist. Enjoy!

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All of the works below are generally SFW, but may not necessarily be appropriate for minors. Please mind the warnings at the top of each fic. 

To keep things tidy, I have works split up by character. The links will take you to a page of everything I’ve written for that character.

The 501st:

Rex   |   Kix   |   Fives   |   Echo   |   Hardcase    |   Tup   |   Dogma     

Jesse   |   Denal   |   General 501st (No Pairing)   

The 212th:

Cody   |   Trapper

Wolfpack: 

Wolffe

The Coruscant Guard: 

Fox   |   Thorn   |   Thire   |   Hound  |  Stone 

The Bad Batch:

Hunter   |   Tech   |    Crosshair   |   Wrecker   |   Echo 

Delta Squad (Republic Commando): 

Boss   |   Fixer   |   Scorch   |   Sev  

Omega Squad (Republic Commando):

Fi 

Legends:

Alpha-17   |   Fordo   

Other Characters: 

Howzer  |  Cad Bane  |  Hondo Ohnaka 

Original Characters: 

Limit   |   Curl   |   Drift 

Series

Gar Cabur - Alpha-17 and fem!reader

Gar Cyare - Continued Alpha-17 and fem!reader

Warriors in Red Armor - Fox, Thorn, Thire, and Hound and fem!OCs

Now Boarding - Various 501st with various fem!readers

Refuge - Delta Squad and fem!reader (Eventual poly fic)

Nobody Listens to Kix - Kix’s patient files (no reader characters) 

Just for Kix - Extras from Nobody Listens to Kix

Voices Carry - Null ARC Mereel and fem!reader

Clone Trooper Rambles - Journal-esque blurbs featuring clone troopers

[leapingbadger]

Gah! Accidentally deleted my original post 😢

So I’m working on a Bad Batch Fanfic and have hinted at Hunter being force sensitive. Would love some opinions cos I have no idea where I want to land with this one.

[meshla-cyarika]

[lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run]

this would go crazy on the holonet

[leenathegreengirl]

Cross is sleepy, let him sleep! 😴 💚💕

@legacygirlingreen @thora-sniper @sukithebean @thecoffeelorian @neyswxrld @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @morerandombullshit @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato @keantha @anxiouspineapple99 @justanotherdikutsimp @antisocial-mariposa

[lightspringrain]

These are panels for chapter 1 and chapter 2 of my CX-2 Tech fanfic "Return From Darkness". If you like emotionally rich, grounded and character driven stories, please be sure to check it out! It is one emotional roller coaster ride. Art done by Collophora. Concepts by me.

[phantasmagoriatime]

Finally

My art for the @clonebang (thank you so much for this event!)

Also super BIG kudos💜 to my teammates for making the process so fun and really special!!

The source of inspiration is an amazing story What We Did on Felucia by @wolveria

And the source of motivation is very talented artist @binkyisonline

[collophora]

First chapter of Fire and the Flood by CourtesyTrefflin @fanfictasia for @clonebang 2024 is up!

Please go check it and comment éuè <3

Spoiler it's a 8 chapter fic and I made 1-2 images for each ;)

[clone-wars-winter-challenge]

Alright you know the drill!

It's time for a bake-off and your boyfriend is your partner for this. And you had no idea he was a fantastic baker and so good with his hands (well in the kitchen, you knew he was good with his hands, didnt you, ya nasty😉😉). You're up against some of the best bakers on your homeworld and your clone boyfriend is in this to win it. You want cookies that war warm, soft and chewy? Done. You want super amazing and sweet icing on them? Done. You want designs on them? Done. Your boyfriend is ready to make sure you guys win this bake-off and have the time of your life doing it. And some icing on your nose for him to kiss off later is just the cherry on top.

[echoreconcrew]

Meet HOWZER | ERC Hub

@legacygirlingreen @saiwaispirit @leenathegreengirl @returnofthepineapple @citrus-and-things @heidnspeak @loyaltechphan @thecoffeelorian @foxgirl95 @freesia-writes @fiveofirstmuse @clonethirstingisreal @justanotherdikutsimp @vrycurious @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @themeghanlodon @cw80831 @whimsy-of-worlds @separatistnightmare @alor-ika @imabeautifulbutterfly @eclec-tech

(Wanna be added to the tag list? Just ask!)

[leapingbadger]

Chapter 5 is up!

Have been working on this one for a while. It's multiple chapters, not finished yet.

All four finished chapters are up on AO3. More to come soon! Hope you enjoy!

[alligatorpie1945]

"Twenty minutes later he’d made it back to his room with no memory of the journey and the taste of vomit stuck in the back of his throat.

No one asked what he’d done - it was an unspoken rule, never to ask - but Wrecker opened his arms and let Crosshair disappear into them without a word."

--Twelve Seconds by @eriexplosion

About a year or so ago I asked for fanfic submissions to be turned into comics! And this was one of them! I had actually started drawing this a year ago, but just now got around to finishing it!

It's a pretty heavy fic, but its short and really well written! Id suggest checking it out if your in angsty mood!

[amandamadeathing]

I can't find the original image to reboot and credit, but here you go.

TECH: When I analyzed Omega's DNA, I noticed an anomaly in her blood. Upon further research, she has a high volume of midichlorians."

WRECKER: What does that mean?

TECH: There was a correlation between a "high M-Count" and a Jedi's abilities using the Force.

OMEGA: Does this mean I'm a Jedi?!

TECH: Possibly. You would need extra training by a Jedi to use those skills.

ECHO: I've never noticed she has Force skills.

TECH: I thought her ability to connect with animals was an obvious manifestation of such abilities.

HUNTER: I am sensitive to vibrations. Do I have the Force?

TECH: It seems of the Kaminoans' experimental Clones, only Omega was specifically given a high M-count, which probably explains why she is so valuable to Nala Se and the Empire.

ECHO: Now we know what we're up against. Thankfully, we don't need to collaborate with any suspicious women to get this information. We must find a more secure location to hide. I will contact Rex immediately.

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a TBB x Fem!Reader +any other clones of your choice, where they keep using pet names in mandoa like cyar'ika, mesh'la, and maybe even riduur?(because they might’ve gotten accidentally married? Love those tropes)

but the reader has no idea what they mean and that they’re pet names or that the batch likes her. Eventually she finds out of course and a bunch of stuttering cute confessions?

Your writing is so amazing and i literally can’t get enough of it! Xx

“Say It Again?”

TBB x Fem!Reader

You had gotten used to the way clones talked — the gruffness, the slang, the camaraderie. But ever since you’d been working more closely with Clone Force 99, you’d noticed something… different.

They used weird words around you. Words you didn’t hear other troopers saying.

Hunter always greeted you with a gentle “Cyar’ika,” accompanied by that intense little half-smile of his.

Wrecker would beam and shout, “Mesh’la! You came!” every time you entered a room — like you were some goddess descending from the stars.

Crosshair, as always, was smug and cool, throwing in a soft “Riduur…” under his breath when he thought you weren’t listening, though you never figured out what it meant. He often smirked when you looked confused, and somehow that made it worse.

Even Tech, who rarely used nicknames at all, had let slip a casual “You’re quite remarkable, mesh’la,” when you helped him debug his datapad. He didn’t look up, but you felt the heat in his voice.

And Echo? Sweet, dependable Echo — he was the least subtle of them all.

“You alright, cyar’ika?”

“You look tired, cyar’ika.”

“Get some rest, cyar’ika.”

You were starting to think “Cyar’ika” meant your actual name.

But something was off. The others never used those words with each other. Only with you.

So, naturally, you asked Rex.

And Rex choked on his caf.

“You—what did Crosshair call you?” he coughed, wiping his chin.

You repeated it: “Rid…uur? I think? I dunno. He said it real low.”

Rex gave you the slowest blink you’d ever seen and then rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Riduur means… spouse. As in… wife. It’s what you call your partner.”

You froze. “What?!”

“And cyar’ika?” he continued, amused. “Sweetheart. Mesh’la is ‘beautiful.’ They’re… Mando’a pet names. Very affectionate.”

The blushing.

The flashbacks.

All those words… those looks… Tech calling you remarkable like it was a scientific fact, Crosshair smirking like he had secrets, Echo’s voice dropping a full octave every time he said cyar’ika…

You marched straight into the Havoc Marauder like a woman on a mission — and promptly forgot how to speak when all five of them looked up at you.

“…You okay, mesh’la?” Hunter asked gently.

You blinked. Your voice cracked. “…You’ve been calling me sweetheart?”

The room went dead silent.

Echo dropped his ration bar.

Wrecker panicked. “Wait—you didn’t know?”

Crosshair chuckled and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Told you she didn’t know.”

Tech frowned at him. “Statistically, the odds of her knowing were—”

“You called me your wife,” you said, pointing at Crosshair like he’d committed a war crime.

He shrugged. “Didn’t hear you complain.”

You stammered something completely unintelligible, covering your face with both hands, and Wrecker let out the loudest, happiest laugh you’d ever heard. “So… does that mean you like us back?”

You peeked through your fingers. “…Us?”

Hunter stepped forward slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “We all… kinda do. Like you. A lot.”

You were red. Like, fruit-on-Ryloth red. “You’re telling me five elite clones have been flirting with me in another language this whole time?!”

“…Yes,” they all mumbled at once.

Crosshair grinned like he’d won a bet. “So… Riduur?”

“Riduur?” Crosshair repeated, lifting a brow like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just dropped a romantic thermal detonator right in front of everyone.

You stared at him. At all of them.

Hunter’s quiet guilt. Echo’s embarrassed fidgeting. Wrecker’s hopeful puppy-dog smile. Tech’s analytical interest. And Crosshair’s smug little smirk that you really wanted to slap off his face… or maybe kiss.

You swallowed. “I—I need a second.”

And then promptly turned on your heel and walked right back out of the Marauder.

⸻

You spent the rest of the day spiraling.

Sweetheart. Beautiful. Wife.

They’d been calling you those for weeks. Months, maybe. You were out here thinking it was some fun cultural expression or inside joke you weren’t in on—and it turns out you were the joke. The target. Of five clone commandos’… affection?

It didn’t feel like a joke, though. It felt sincere. Soft. Safe.

And scary.

Because you liked them. All of them. Differently, but genuinely. The thought of them caring about you—of whispering pet names they grew up hearing in the most intimate, personal ways—made your chest ache in a way you didn’t know how to handle.

⸻

The next day, you avoided them.

The next day, they let you.

The third day, Hunter found you in the mess hall, sat beside you without a word, and handed you a steaming mug of caf.

You looked at him.

He didn’t speak right away. Then: “We’re sorry. If we made you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you blurted out. “I just… didn’t know how to react. I’m still trying to figure it out.”

Hunter nodded, eyes kind. “We can stop. The nicknames, I mean.”

You hesitated. “No. I don’t want you to stop.”

He smiled, just a little. “You sure?”

You nodded. “I think I like them. I just… I want to know what they mean now.”

⸻

So, one by one, the boys showed you.

Wrecker said “mesh’la” every time you helped him carry heavy crates, with a goofy grin that made your stomach flip.

Echo said “cyar’ika” after every quiet conversation, letting the word linger like a promise he wasn’t ready to say aloud yet.

Tech, precise as always, began to offer direct translations.

“You look stunning today, mesh’la—objectively, of course.”

Crosshair didn’t stop with “riduur.” He started calling you “cyar’ika” too—softly, in rare unguarded moments—and he never looked away when he said it. Like he meant it. Like he knew what it was doing to you.

And Hunter? Hunter started saying “ner cyar’ika.” My sweetheart.

⸻

It wasn’t instant.

But slowly, their voices stopped making you flustered—and started making you feel home.

You started saying their names softer. Started touching their arms when you passed. Started blushing less… and smiling more.

And one day, while standing beside Wrecker during maintenance, you reached up on your toes, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Thanks, cyare.”

He blinked. His whole face lit up like a nova. “You said it back!”

Later, you caught Echo outside the ship. Nervous, swaying slightly on his heels. You pressed your hand into his and whispered, “You can keep calling me cyar’ika, you know.”

He looked down at you with wide eyes. “You really don’t mind?”

You shook your head. “I like it.”

And Tech, when you repeated “mesh’la” with a teasing little lilt, glanced at you and—just this once—forgot what he was doing.

Even Crosshair dropped his toothpick when you looked him dead in the eye and whispered: “You keep calling me your riduur. What does that make you, then?”

He blinked. Once. Then smiled. Really smiled. “Yours.”

⸻

By the time you curled up beside Hunter one quiet night, your head on his shoulder and his hand tracing slow circles on your back, he murmured “ner cyar’ika” and you didn’t freeze or stammer.

You just smiled.

Because now you knew.

And you finally, finally understood that you’d never been the joke.

You’d always been the reason they smiled.

[leapingbadger]

This is a super cute story! Love Cadet batch

The Frenzy After The Storm (One-Shot)

This is my entry for week 5 of The Clone Wars Winter Spectacular 2024 / @clone-wars-winter-challenge!

Summary: Clone Force 99’s cadets make the best out of a blizzard Rating: General audiences Tags: snowball fight, vode bonding, fluff, clone cadets, cadet batch Words: 924 Characters: Cadet Hunter, Cadet Tech, Cadet Wrecker, Cadet Crosshair Prompts: Hanging Chrismas (Light Day) Lights / Snowball Fight Read this one-shot here on AO3 week 4 < | ↓ | > week 6

Snowflakes came whirling down peacefully when the blizzard had finally died down. Even though there was still a crispness to the cold air, it wasn’t as windy as usual. There was a rare serenity to Kamino’s wintry atmosphere, lost to most occupants. But where most activities transpired inside the domed structures of Tipoca City, one landing platform was bustling with activity.

“Point three-six north, elevation 105,” Tech pointed out, just loud enough for his brother to hear, whilst readjusted the goggles he had manufactured himself quite recently. Without a word, Crosshair made the calculation, and with a smooth movement, threw his ammunition towards their hiding opponents. It was a direct hit.

A sly smirk slid onto Crosshair’s slim face when he heard Wrecker’s loud expressions of discontent coming from across the platform. “I like the new goggles,” he said casually to Tech, before grabbing another handful of snow and forming it into a ball. Tech blinked his eyes in surprise; it wasn’t often his snarky brother was in a good mood, let alone handing out compliments.

“Give me the next target. I want to hit Hunter in the face,” Crosshair shared with Tech, narrowing his eyes to obtain a better visual through the falling snow. Tech took another look from behind the crates they were using as cover, but before he could locate the target, a snowball hit him in the face with such force that he was blown backwards.

“Tech!” Crosshair shouted, the urgency in his raw voice begging him to get back on his feet, but it only resulted in a grunt from his brother's snow-covered face. He tried reaching his defeated brother, but was only met by an array of quickly succeeding snowballs. Suspiciously quick.

He grabbed Tech by his feet and dragged him behind the cover of the crates, where his goggled brother finally managed to sit upright, regaining himself. “Wrecker's strength is remarkable, but I must inform you that the velocity of the snowballs seem highly artificial to me,” he stated as he rubbed the snow from his face, taking his goggles off to carefully clear them from the substance.

From between two crates, Crosshair cautiously glanced to the platform’s other side, carefully examining his surroundings as he searched for their opponents. The falling snow was partly blocking his view, but he did manage to pinpoint Wrecker's location. His eyebrows folded in a confused frown when he watched how his brother was stuffing snow into some sort of weapon.

“Seems like you weren't the only creative one,” he remarked scornfully whilst pointing towards Tech’s goggles, the latter looking up in confusion. He opened his mouth to ask the meaning behind Crosshair’s sarcastic comment, when he was being shushed. “Let me hit Wrecker before he finishes reloading,” Crosshair quickly interrupted, readying himself to make the throw.

“Do I need to remind you to keep an eye on Hunter's whereabouts?” Tech warned his brother, putting his goggles back on and turning himself onto his knees, making sure to keep low this time. “He's right beside Wreck-,” Crosshair started with a huff, when a swift figure jumped over the crates and landed on top of Crosshair’s torso, making him stumble and fall to the snowy surface of the landing platform.

“Got you,” Hunter smirked contently as he loomed over Crosshair, who glowered at the smug expression on his brother's face. “I told you to not get distracted by any big guns,” he continued, before offering his hand to help him get back to his feet. With a scoff, Crosshair slammed it away before getting up without any help, wiping the snow from his outfit.

Instead, Hunter helped Tech back on his feet, shooting him an apologetic smile. “Sorry about the goggles,” he said as soon as he noticed the snowy remains on it. Crosshair folded his arms, rolling his eyes before scowling at Hunter’s remark. “I would like to know what Wrecker was using to fire those snowballs,” Tech spoke intrigued, just when the fourth brother joined the batch.

“Got you good, Tech!” he laughed with a booming voice, slamming his goggled brother on the back with quite some force. A modified missile launcher rested on his broad shoulder casually, and when Tech regained himself from Wrecker’s forceful show of affection, he started inspecting the weapon. “Fascinating,” he exclaimed under his breath, lost in the customised device.

“Can we hang the Life Day lights in our barracks now?” Wrecker asked enthusiastically, his eyes glistening as if the Life Day lights were already being reflected in them. “We will, Wrecker. And according to our bet, you may decide where to hang them,” Tech answered practically when he tore his attention from the snowball launcher.

“Oh goodie,” Crosshair sighed in response, knowing too well he wouldn't be able to properly enter his bunk for the coming rotations. Wrecker sure liked filling up their bunks to shine a light on his brothers. Hunter shared his amusement with a low, soft chuckle, before briefly patting Crosshair’s shoulder in a silent understanding. It only resulted in another eye-roll before the cadets started their walk back to their barracks.

Wrecker flung the launcher from his shoulder, proudly turning it around in his hands as he inspected the weapon in complete satisfaction. Tech walked by his side, still in awe of it. His brother’s interest wasn’t lost on Wrecker. “I can show you how I’ve made it,” he beamed at his smaller brother, excitement radiating from his portly face. “I would like that,” Tech replied with a small smile.