#baby!batch au

[cubbihue]

Timmy's graduation from Pixies' Academy was a very filled very chaotic day. Peri did his very best to behave! He didn't want to make a fuss on Timmy's big day!!!

But when you get a bunch of green stuff and no soda with your food, that's when you've had enough.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Instability: [Next]

[cherrirui-official]

"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."

"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."

[singswan-springswan]

batchmates

[cloned-eyes]

:D seratonin

[jedipoodoo]

OMGG I LOVE BABY OMEGA STORIES!! Could it be possible for one with Hunter? Like reader is taking care of bebo Omega snuggling with her, doing her hair, feeding her and stuff. And Hunter is all 😍 about reader and omega together.

I would die because I saw a fan art of Hunter kissing a baby omegas cheek and I’ve fallen in love😭

I KNOW THE FANART YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!! CUTE CHUBBY BEBO OMEGA WHO IS ALWAYS SMILING AND LAUGHING AND GETTING INTO TROUBLE AND STEALING ALL OUR HEARTS AHHH

if anyone is unaware, this is the fanart they're talking about

"The Sweetest Sound" (Sergeant Hunter x Fem!Reader)

Notes: no warnings, just fluff, babies, gendered terms for reader. Divider by @stars-n-spice (click here for more)

Hunter was in the shed, working on a set of shelves one of their neighbors had commissioned. With the door open, he had a perfect view of you and Omega, seated on a blanket on the patio. Omega took one of her wooden blocks from you and started to gnaw on it. You laughed and took it from her, pointing to the letter Hunter had carefully carved in the side.

"This is the letter 'M'," You told her, "It goes mmmmuh. Can you say mmmmuh?"

"Mmm!" Omega nodded, reaching for the block.

"That's right, 'M', as in mmmonky, mmmango, and mmmmilk."

Omega squinted at you, as if that would make the letter on the block more legible. "Muh... muh... muh.... Mama."

Hunter stopped in the middle of sawing. Had he really just heard that? His keen hearing was seldom wrong, and from the way you were looking at Omega with tears beading in your eyes, you'd heard it too.

Omega took the block from your hand, and started smacking it against the block with the letter 'Q'.

"Omega?" you asked, imploring her to repeat herself. Omega carefully balanced the blocks on top of each other, creating a little tower.

Hunter set his tools aside and closed the door to his workshop, just in case Omega got too curious and crawled inside again.

He crouched down next to you and the baby, trying the catch Omega's attention by playing with her bangs.

"Omega, what did you say?"

Her brown eyes twinkled in the sunlight as she beamed up at him, letting out a string of babbling babyspeak.

"No, no, say it again. Mmmm, mmmmama. Can you say Mama?"

"Mmm!" Omega sang, clapping a hand against her block.

"Good job, say it again," Hunter tucked Omega in his arm and turned her to face you, "Who's that, Omega? Is that Mama?"

"Mah!" Omega said, reaching out both arms to you. You let her grasp your fingers and leaned in closer.

"Hi sweet girl," You laughed softly, your eyes shining.

Omega slapped the palms of her hands against your cheeks, "Mama."

Hunter gave a whoop of joy that startled Omega, and she wriggled in his arms, trying to get down and back to her blocks. Hunter set her back on the blanket and turned to you, beaming brighter than you'd ever seen him.

"That was her first word," He told you.

You turned red, "Well, statistically speaking, that's one of the first sounds most babies can make, so it make sense that they'd repeat it and make the word that we associate with 'mother', but-"

"Oh hush, you sound like Tech," Hunter said. He pulled you to your feet so that you could keep a better eye on Omega as she crawled around on the patio. "She called you 'Mama'. That's huge!"

You still couldn't look at him, though the swelling feeling in your chest could only be described as joy. You'd only known the Batch for a short while, but you loved spending time with them, especially with Hunter and Omega.

"I'm sorry she said Mama first. I know you how much you want her to call you Papa."

"Are you kidding? I'm thrilled that she calls you Mama! It's amazing!" Hunter placed both hands on your waist and spun you up in the air. When you came back down, he pulled you close and pressed his forehead to yours. "Do you know how amazing it is that my kid loves you and trusts you enough to call you Mama? I might be the luckiest man in the galaxy."

You giggled softly, "Well, I'm honored."

Hunter kissed your forehead, "You might want to hold off on telling everyone else, though, I think Cross was banking on her first word being a swear word."

"Heaven forbid," You smirked. You rested your head on Hunter's chest as you both turned to look at Omega

Omega had crawled over to the wall of the yard, using the stones to pull herself up with one hand, holding the block with the letter 'P' in the other. When she saw the two of you looking at her, she grinned, and held out the block to Hunter.

"Pah!"

"That's right, kid, Puh, puh, Papa. C'mon, say 'Papa'." Hunter walked over to her and crouched down, pointing at the letter on the block.

"Puh!" Omega said.

"C'mon, I know you can do it," He insisted.

At that moment, Wrecker made it up the hill to the house, his catch of the day slung across his shoulder.

"Hey y'all! How're we doing?" He asked.

Omega squealed in delight, and pointed her block at Wrecker,

"PAPA!"

Hunter's face fell, and Wrecker was caught by surprise for a moment before he dropped his fish on the ground and ran over to Omega, swinging her up into the air.

"That's our girl!" He laughed, swinging her around in the air.

Hunter tried not to be bitter for Wrecker's sake, but as he folded his arms you could see his shoulders tense. You walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry. She'll call you Papa too soon enough."

[squad-724]

Hi hello.... on my hands and knees begging for some Hunter and Tech or Crosshair and Tech mermaid AU doodles if you have any

I just went through your tumblr, and they have my whole heart!! Your art style is so cute 💕

Have the boys playing as kids <3

[here-comes-the-moose]

Does your brain ever put information together just to hurt you?

Because mine just did.

I was thinking about how much Crosshair values loyalty and how much betrayal hurts him. Then I was thinking about my headcanon that he has awful taste in men and my other headcanons that he feels very deeply and falls for someone super fast and super hard…

Then my brain was like “wow if one of his exes ever cheated on him he was probably DEVASTATED.”

So now I’m sad.

[leenathegreengirl]

Meet Jesse & Lilly’s adorable daughter! She’s her daddy’s lil buddy, and he calls “Jesse Junior” so now everyone calls her JJ for short! 😃💚💕

(Thank you to my dear friend @legacygirlingreen for writing the bio and creating the cute design layout!)

💚Tag List💚

@legacygirlingreen @thora-sniper @thecoffeelorian @neyswxrld @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @morerandombullshit @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato @keantha @returnofthepineapple @justanotherdikutsimp @antisocial-mariposa @techs-stitches @resistantecho @kimiheartblade @dezgate @sunshinesdaydream

[pidgotto]

Hello, my friends. Welcome to part 1 of TBB but in the Sims because Pidge still hasn't gotten over the fact that the show ended over a month ago and so has decided to play out a silly modern AU where they're in control of the going-ons and shenanigans which ensue!

I hope you enjoy the nonsense and gooey cuteness that I captured during gameplay!

Just a couple of besties being the queens of the playground. (forgive my for not getting Lyana's skintone accurate, the only option I had in my game literally made her look severely sunburnt or like a carrot stick *sobs*)

Batcher literally is the cutiest patootiest baby angel and I will not take any criticism.

[twinsunstars]

*while filming episode 13, the camera rolling on the scene Omega goes over her escape plan with Eva, Jax, Sami, and Baryn* Omega: Look. It’s a layout of the vault. This is where we're sitting right now. *Baryn coos loudly, reaching his doll out to Omega* Omega *staying in character and adding to her lines*: Uh-huh, right. These are the walls. These are the tubes in the walls the droids use to- *Baryn makes noises, making Omega pause* -mm-hmm, transport our samples. *Sami smiles, trying not to break with Baryn in her arms* Omega: I need to get inside- *Baryn interrupts, exclaiming “Yea!”, trying to say “Yes”* *Omega tries to continue, but she smiles, breaking* *Sami allows herself to break after Omega* Omega: *laughing* I’m sorry, he’s so cute!

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

The Bad Batch Season 3 Actors/Behind the Scenes Incorrect Quotes Masterlist 🎬

[yatzstar]

Waking and Sleeping

Another entry for @star-farer’s wonderful ik’aad AU featuring baby (then older) Omega and the Batch, this one about sleep! It got longer than I thought ngl, but there was so much potential lol. Taking a bit of liberty here in saying that Omega, like most people, doesn’t remember much about her younger years.

Also I promise I haven’t forgotten about my Ozymandias Tech Lives fic; all the hurricane mess knocked me off my writing rhythm but I’m working on it still.

Enjoy!

Omega never slept unbothered in Nala Se’s laboratory. There was nothing wrong her little alcove, she supposed; it was quiet and dark, and her cot was better than the flooring, but there was something missing that she could not place. An absence lingered in every part of her sleep routine, beginning from the moment she started getting ready for bed.

She always began by shuffling into the small refresher, pulling the ornament from her hair and cleaning herself before changing into her sleep clothes, which were nearly identical to her day wear. Nala Se had stopped sending droids to help her once she had grown old enough to take care of herself, so it was a lonely routine, and that was what troubled her. As she dragged her fingers through her hair to free any snarls, she always felt like it wasn’t quite right, like there was someone missing. It was not Nala Se, she was sure of that, but then who was it?

“Omega, it’s time to get ready for bed.”

Omega frowned up at Hunter through the slats in the sideways crate that was her “fort”. “Don’t wanna go t’bed!”

Hunter sighed. “You have to, kid.”

“‘M busy!”

Hunter cracked a smile. “Busy, huh?”

Somewhere out of sight, Wrecker laughed. “I wonder which one of us she picked that up from…”

“I claim no responsibility,” Tech’s voice snipped.

Hunter leaned down closer to Omega’s fort. “If you don’t go to bed now, you’ll be too tired to go out with Wrecker tomorrow.”

Omega let out a horrified gasp, wiggling her way out of her fort and springing to her feet. “I’ll go, I’ll go! Comb my ‘air!”

Hunter could not help but laugh at her sudden enthusiasm. “Alright.”

“‘Urry up!” Omega shouted, grabbing Hunter’s hand and yanking him toward the refresher. As Hunter let himself be pulled away, he gave his brothers a triumphant look.

“Why can’t it be this easy every night?” Crosshair muttered.

When Omega finished getting ready, she retreated to the small side room where she slept, and her discontent persisted. All she had was the cot with a blanket and pillow, a light, and a small chest to keep her few spare clothes in. Everything was as white and sterile as the rest of Kamino, and she could consider none of it hers, not really.

When she slid underneath the blanket, she cradled the pillow close to her, almost hugging it. Something about it made her feel safe, but she did not know why.

“Where is she?”

“Who?”

“Lula!” Omega dug through her bedding frantically, searching for the precious toy. “Can’t find her!”

Hunter lifted her blanket, looking for the toy as well. “Did you take her somewhere?”

“Nuh-uh!” Omega nearly tripped over the spare shirt that had become her sleepwear as she scooted out of bed, peering underneath.

“Well, she must be around here.” Hunter glanced around, looking for the nearest brother, which was Crosshair. “Have you seen Lula, Cross?”

“No,” Crosshair drawled. He did not move from where he lay on his bunk, but his eyes flickered around, watching for the toy.

“Get up and help us, at least.”

Crosshair grumbled but pushed himself to his feet anyway. However, after several minutes of searching and yanking Tech out of his work, Lula had not reappeared. Omega was growing increasingly distressed, and there would be no rest until the toy was found.

“She’s gone!” Omega cried, her face beginning to crumple with tears of panic.

“Wrecker!” Hunter yelled over his shoulder as the other two tried to console her. “Do you know where Lula is?”

Wrecker’s head popped out of the refresher. “I washed ‘er earlier, but she’s taking longer to dry than I thought.”

“We need her.”

Wrecker looked apologetic as he spotted Omega’s tearful countenance. “Don’t worry, kid.”

Omega flew out of Tech’s arms as Wrecker retrieved Lula from a spot on one of the air vents near his bunk, and she cleared the distance between them with surprising speed for her tiny legs. She grabbed Lula when he offered the toy, her tears subsiding as she buried her face between the plush ears.

“Sorry about that, ‘Mega.” Wrecker lifted her easily into his arms. “I didn’t mean to upset you, just thought Lula could use a bath.”

“S’okay,” Omega said, her voice muffled through Lula’s head, leaning against him.

“New rule,” Hunter decided. “Lula has to be cleaned before bedtime.”

Omega tried not to let the darkness scare her. As she stared into the black, waiting for sleep to come, she liked to imagine that there was someone watching over her, whose gaze could pierce any shadow. The imagined watcher could see plainly that there was nothing to be afraid of, and she clung to that image as wrapped herself tightly in her blanket. She did not know where such a fantasy had come from, but she let it comfort her until she slipped into sleep.

A small hand fell on the slender fingers resting near the edge of the bunk, tugging insistently. “C’oss?”

Fabric shifted, followed by a drowsy groan. “…What?”

“Firsty!” Omega proclaimed in a loud whisper.

Crosshair let out a deep sigh. “Can’t it be somebody else this time?”

“But it’s dark!” Omega regarded the shadows around her with concern. “An’ you can see!”

Crosshair turned his head, his eyes reflecting the faint light from Gonky’s power supply. “I can see you’re a little womp rat.”

“‘M notta womp rat—” Omega’s indignant reply was cut off by fingers gently pressing against her mouth.

“Shh. Don’t wake up the others. You know Hunter gets grumpy.” Omega smothered a giggle as Crosshair sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of his bunk. “Alright, we’ll get you a drink, but you go straight back to bed after that, understand?”

Omega’s hand found his as she let him guide her through the dark. “Un’erstand!”

Omega’s sleep cycle ended when AZI inevitably prodded her into wakefulness. She hated rising from the calmness of sleep and having to leave her warm cocoon. The lab was always cold, the floor frigid beneath her bare feet when she finally exited her warm haven. She was sure that it hadn’t always been that way, but she never had time to consider why as she hurried to warm herself and prepare for another day of tests and monotony.

Omega sat on the vent, enjoying the warm air escaping from it while she played quietly with Lula. It was peaceful save for the snoring, but she did not mind. She was awake now, and she could amuse herself as she waited for someone else to wake up, any noise she might have made easily drowned out.

She did not have to wait long, like at the end of every sleep cycle. Footsteps thudded against the floor, and she perked up as a familiar face appeared in the half-light of early morning.

“Hello, my dear,” Tech said. “Cold again?”

“Yeah.” Omega nodded, curling her toes against the warm metal that chased away the chill. It was nice, but now she had something better, and she raised her arms in a demand. “Warm, Tick!”

“And how do you ask nicely?”

“P’ease!”

Tech chuckled, responding immediately. He lifted her to sit in the crook of one arm, his free hand wrapping around each hand and foot to warm them. “You would remain far warmer if you stayed in bed.”

Omega considered it, her face scrunching with thought before deciding. “But tha’s boring.”

“You make a good point,” Tech said with a huff of amusement.

Omega pressed herself into his warmth. “An’ I wouldn’t be wif you.”

“Now that is something I cannot argue with.” Tech smiled at her, and as they passed by the three sleeping brothers, he brought his head close to hers in a conspiratorial manner. “I’ll give them about half an hour, and if they aren’t awake by then, would you like to get them up?”

Omega grinned, her eyes alight with mischievous glee. “Yes!”

Every night and every morning, Omega felt the absence, the lack of something more. Tiny fragments followed her, so vague that she never knew if they were real or imagined. Fingers threading through her hair, a plush toy whose existence was a comfort, eyes that could see everything the darkness hid, warm touches that swept away the chill after sleep.

Only on her first night with the Batch again after a harrowing escape from Kamino did she begin to realize that those small remembrances were not imagined. They were real, and she understood how terribly bereft she had been in the years she had spent separated from her family.

“Hey.”

Omega blinked, coming out of the doze that had begun to take her in a quiet corner of the ship. She craned her neck, finding Hunter standing next to her chair. “I’m sorry,” she said automatically, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s alright,” Hunter assured her gently. “You look like you could use some rest, but you should probably fix your hair before you sleep on it.”

Omega drew a hand through her hair, her fingers catching on the tangles, and she flushed. The past rotation had been so chaotic that she had not paid attention to her appearance at all. “I don’t have anything to fix it with…”

“I do. Hold on a minute.” Hunter left, and reappeared shortly, holding a small comb. It was carved from some sort of wood, and Omega found it somewhat familiar, but instead of giving it to her, Hunter merely asked, “May I?”

“You…you’re going to comb my hair?” Omega replied, startled.

Hunter shrugged awkwardly. “Only if you want me to.”

Still processing that he had even asked to do such a thing, Omega nodded hesitantly, and the smile Hunter gave her seemed almost relieved. She shifted herself so he had better access to her hair, and he began, using his fingers to gently pull the short strands before taking the comb to them. He was remarkably careful, never pulling too hard or scraping her head.

The sensation was foreign to Omega, but also not, and as Hunter worked some small pieces of memory suddenly became a bit more solid. “Hunter,” she murmured, “have you done this for me before?”

Hunter’s ministrations faltered, but only momentarily. “Yeah. You remember?”

Omega squinted. She knew it had happened, but all she could grasp were bedtime protests and the comb running through her hair. “Not much.”

“I’d do this every night, and if it wasn’t me, it was one of the others.”

The loneliness that haunted Omega’s sleep cycles began to make sense. “I…I think I missed this.”

“I did too.” Hunter’s reply was softer, dulled with sadness, and Omega’s throat tightened as it became clearer just how lonely she had been, missing a family she could barely remember. However, the sadness faded quickly as the rhythmic, soothing motion of the brush drew her back toward sleep.

“Seems like that hasn’t changed.”

Omega jerked her head up and away from its trajectory toward her chest, half-awakened by someone’s—Crosshair’s?—quiet observation. “I’m awake!”

“And that hasn’t, either.” Crosshair’s smirking face flashed in Omega’s periphery.

“Alright, that’s enough for tonight.” Hunter set aside the comb, his amusement audible. “Let's get you to a bunk.”

That first night aboard the Marauder, Omega slept better than she had in years.

Omega gaped openly at the gunner’s mount-turned-bedroom. It was everything the Kaminoan laboratories weren’t, filled with soft materials for comfort and illuminated by a string of warm lights. Most shocking of all, it was for her. She barely had something to call personal space on Kamino, and she was certain by what little she could remember that she had no room of her own when she had been with the Batch before.

“I got something else for ya.”

Omega turned to Wrecker, trying to think of something, anything to say, but he continued before she could.

“I dunno if you remember this, but I thought you might like to have ‘er back.” Wrecker held out a plush toy, and a gasp flew from Omega’s mouth as recognition struck her. She reached out, taking the doll, the slightly coarse fabric beneath her fingers just as familiar as the appearance.

“Lula?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Wrecker answered softly, “same as she used to be.”

Seized by an impulse, Omega hugged Lula to her, burying her face between the soft ears as more hazy memories solidified. She had done the very same thing countless times before, finding comfort in Lula, making those years spent in the labs all the more lonely.

“I think she remembers,” Hunter murmured somewhere behind her.

Breathing in the scent of fabric with a metallic undertone, Omega lifted her head, a stinging pressure lingering behind her eyes. “But she’s yours. I can’t take her…”

“Nah, kid.” Wrecker’s huge arms wrapped around her in a tight, warm embrace. “She’s been yours for a long time. I was just keeping her safe.”

Omega slid from her room, maneuvering her way to the floor as quietly as possible. The cabin of the Marauder loomed before her as a dark void, barely pierced by the few lights on the communications console. In the direction of the bunks, she could hear the chorus of slow breathing, any snoring apparently in a lull.

She didn’t know exactly what she was doing. It hadn’t been that bad of a dream as far as her dreams went, but it was the first one since she had escaped Kamino. Once, she might have gladly crawled into an occupied bunk to spend the rest of the night, but things were not the same as they had been. She was older, and she didn’t know what was expected of her anymore, no longer subject to the strict rules imposed by Nala Se. If nothing else, she wanted to find the datapad she had been reading earlier to distract herself until she fell asleep again.

She crept in between the bunks, each step slow and deliberate as she headed for the cockpit. The datapad was on one of the chairs, but actually finding it in the dark and doing so quietly would be a challenge.

When she entered the cockpit, something shifted, and she nearly jumped out of her skin as a pair of eyes glinted briefly in the dark.

“It’s just me.”

“Oh.” Omega relaxed as Crosshair spoke from the shadows. His voice, no matter how sharp and hissing it sounded, was no less comforting than that of his brothers’. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was already awake. It’s my turn to keep watch,” Crosshair said. “What are you doing up?”

That was less comforting. Omega stared at the faint outline of his eyes; they were fascinating to her, and she had no doubt her younger self had thought the same, but she was certain she had already given herself away. “Looking for the datapad I was reading earlier…”

The raised eyebrow was almost audible. “In the middle of the night?”

Omega tried to appear assured. “Yes.”

“You’re still a bad liar.”

“I haven’ t lied to you before,” Omega said indignantly.

Crosshair snorted. “Yes you have. What about ‘yes, I did eat five bites of that vegetable I think looks disgusting’ or ‘no, I didn’t get into the armor paint and spread it everywhere’. Those sound familiar?”

Omega’s face flushed, and the darkness wouldn’t hide it, not from him. “No.”

“Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were too young.” There was a smirk in Crosshair’s voice, but he became gentler when he asked, “What are you really doing?”

Omega breathed a short sigh, avoiding his gaze though she could barely make him out. “I had a dream.”

“A bad one, I’m guessing.”

Omega shrugged self-consciously. “Kinda. It was about the ocean, being trapped underneath it, but I’ve had it before. I didn’t mean to bother anybody with it…”

“You’re not bothering anybody,” Crosshair growled. “Maybe the longneck told you that, but you shouldn’t believe it anymore, not with us.”

Startled by his forcefulness, Omega nodded. “O-okay.”

Crosshair exhaled, pausing briefly before speaking again. “There was a time when I was the one you came to at night, and it didn’t matter if it made sense. You thought I had all the answers because I could see in the dark.”

Omega squinted as faint recollections stirred in her mind. “I think I remember.”

“The datapad is on the chair to your left.” Crosshair shifted, his eyes gleaming. “Or you can stay.”

Omega’s lips crept upward. “Really?”

“If you insist.”

Omega moved toward him and tripped, flailing for balance before hands appeared to steady her, guiding her into a chair she could not see.

“Helpless,” Crosshair grumbled.

Omega giggled. “I guess that’s why I came to you.”

Omega woke up with a cold face, daylight just beginning to appear through the turret’s viewport. The ship was quiet, and she could stand to sleep a little longer, warm and comfortable beneath her blanket. However, her mouth was dry, and she would need to get something to drink before going back to sleep.

Sticking an arm outside of her blanket’s confines confirmed it was just as cold as her face felt, and she quickly drew it back into the warmth. Cocooning herself in the blanket, she scooted her way out of bed, descending the steps awkwardly as she fought to avoid making noise that would disturb the men sleeping on the bunks a few feet away.

All drowsiness left her as her feet touched the floor. It was like standing on ice, the durasteel reflecting the air temperature to an extreme degree, and she performed a small, hopping dance to try and keep her feet off the floor. She had thought nothing could rival the cold of Nala Se’s lab, but this was just as bad if not worse.

Once the initial shock wore off, she hurried to get her drink, trying not to spill any water as the shivers began. She fled down the aisle with her cup, the slumbering men oblivious to her haste as she made for the cockpit, where she could find safety in a chair. Tech was already up when she flew in, but she barely noticed, taking the nearest chair and finally drawing her feet up into her blanket.

“Hello, Omega,” Tech greeted softly, a fond smile playing at his lips. “Cold, I assume?”

“Y-yeah.” Omega replied through chattering teeth, sipping carefully at her water.

Tech sat back from the pile of circuitry that was his latest project. “I should have anticipated this. My apologies.”

Omega scrunched her nose as she tried to tuck her feet under herself. “What do you mean?”

“You were always cold after getting out of bed in your younger years. I failed to consider that might still be the case.” Tech stood. “One moment.”

Omega huddled deeper into her cocoon as Tech left the cockpit. He returned shortly, carrying another blanket and what appeared to be a pair of thick socks, not at all Kamino standard-issue.

“Whose are those?” she asked, indicating the socks as he handed her both items.

“Technically, they are Crosshair’s. They were a gift from Wrecker, specifically so that Crosshair would stop putting his ice-cold feet on him.” Tech sank into his chair again, rolling his eyes at some memory. “Though he kept doing it anyway.”

Omega ran her fingers over the soft fabric, shifting to put the socks on even as she asked, “Will Crosshair mind?”

“If he does, which I highly doubt, he can complain to me. He certainly wasn’t using them.”

“Does the ship have to be this cold?”

“Running the engines to keep it warm would use fuel we cannot afford to expend.” Tech gave her an apologetic look. “If we had the resources, I would make it warmer. I am sorry, my dear.”

“It’s okay.” Omega enjoyed the soft material of the socks immensely, tucking her feet beneath the blanket again.

“Though you may not recall, cold mornings were common when you were younger. You adapted then, and I have confidence that you will adapt again.”

Omega frowned thoughtfully as feeling began to return to her feet, her memory offering little support for Tech’s words. “How did I adapt?”

Tech shrugged. “You simply made use of the resources at hand.”

“What resources?”

Tech’s mouth curved upward slightly. “Our apparent inability to deny the demands of a cold little girl.”

A wave of heat dispelled the chill on Omega’s face. “I don’t really remember that.”

“I recall well enough for the both of us.”

Omega’s body continued to warm, and she did not want to jeopardize her comfortable position. “So…if I asked you to bring me a ration bar, would you do it?”

Tech smiled crookedly, his gaze fond. “I suppose it depends on how you ask.”

Omega thought hard about it for a moment. “Uh, please?”

Tech stood, ruffling her hair as he went past. “You’re learning already.”

“Can’t sleep?”

Omega opened her eyes, aiming a surprised look at Echo. “How’d you know?”

Echo smiled wryly, the light of the thermal lantern that illuminated their campsite contouring his face with deep shadows. “I may not have known you as long as the others, but I can tell when someone can’t get to sleep. You’ve changed positions ten times in as many minutes.”

Omega sat up with a sigh. It was a pleasant night for the planet they had stopped on, the air dry and cool in the sizable forest surrounding them, but sleep evaded her. “I guess I’m not used to sleeping outside.”

“You don’t have to. Ship’s right there,” Echo said, indicating the Marauder with a tilt of his head.

Omega ran a hand over the surface of the spongy moss she rested on. “I know, but I’ve never slept outside before, at least not that I remember. I wanna do it at least once.”

Echo regarded her with an expression she had seen a lot on the others since reuniting with them, a look that seemed deeply sad. However, it was gone like a flickering shadow when he spoke next. “I have something that might help. I’ll be right back.”

Omega regarded him curiously as he got up, returning to the Marauder. The night was quiet, largely owed to Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair running reconnaissance for the next job. She was glad of it, since convincing Tech and Echo to let her sleep outside was much easier than all five of them together. Hunter had combed her hair before they left, she had Lula, the camp was illuminated, and Tech would undoubtedly be up in the morning. Everything was as it should be, save for the restlessness she couldn’t shake.

Echo came back a couple of minutes later, managing to hold two cups in one hand. When he offered one to Omega, she asked, “What is it?”

“Gatalentan tea that we picked up from some market.” Echo sat down again with his own cup. “Apparently, the planet is known for its tranquility, and that extends to the tea. I drink it when I can’t sleep.”

Omega curled her hands around the warm cup, studying the milky liquid within before finally deciding to take a sip. She was pleasantly surprised by the taste, sweet with a faint herbal undertone. “This is good!”

“Wasn’t sure if you’d like it plain, so I sweetened it a little bit,” Echo admitted, aiming a furtive glance toward the Marauder. “Not that you need to tell Tech that.”

“I won’t,” Omega promised with a grin. The tea warmed her, and true to Echo’s claim, she began to feel more relaxed as she drank. “I wish I had known about this sooner.”

“I’m probably the only one who hasn’t forgotten about it,” Echo said. “The other four drink enough caf for the entire clone army.”

Omega giggled. “Well, I like the tea. Caf is gross.”

Echo smiled, drinking what remained of his tea. “A girl after my own heart. I’m glad to have someone to share it with.”

Omega smiled back. Though she had not known him when she was small, it felt like he had been around since the beginning. “Thank you.”

“Sure thing, kid. Now try to sleep, so I won’t get into trouble for keeping you up.”

Omega settled into her makeshift bed again, drawing her blanket over herself and holding Lula close, the restlessness gone despite her unfamiliar surroundings. The sky full of countless stars loomed above her through the foliage, far more vast and unknowable than Kamino’s oceans could ever be, but she no longer felt lonely as she waited for sleep to take her. She envisioned patterns in the stars until her eyelids grew heavy, the nighttime ambience diminished by the reassuring sounds of Echo moving nearby…

“What’s she doing out here?”

“Quiet! She wanted to sleep out here, and Tech cleared it.”

“Tech? He couldn’t say no to her if he tried.”

“Speak for yourself—”

“Shh! Why’d she want to sleep outside?”

“She said she’d never done it before.”

A pause.

“I guess we’re sleeping outside tonight.”

Omega came half awake at the whispered exchange, and she rolled over toward the sounds of voices and footsteps. “Wha…?”

“It’s just us, Omega.” Hunter’s voice touched her ears, low and soothing. “Go back to sleep.”

Someone adjusted Omega’s blanket. She let herself be lulled back toward slumber by the presence of her family, just as she had years ago when loneliness was unknown to her. She had what she had been missing, and she never slept better.

[cubbihue]

If Timmy struggled with adjusting to magic because he was raised on earth, does that mean this is the reason Peri also struggles? Since in his early years he grew up on earth with his parents?

Yup! There's a multitude of reasons why Peri struggles so much, but they all lie in his origins. Peri was born from a wish! And Wishes, well. They're not meant to last long. Most wishes become unstable as the years go by, but Peri's persisted because he's an entire living being!

CosWan initially feared Peri wouldn't grow up properly, but he turned out nearly as fine as any other Fairy would! Probably!!

Growing up on Earth, being related to the VonStrangles, born from a 10 year old's wish, living past the lifespan of wishes, beyond that of humans... Each part is rather small, but when added together, it culminates into a very... very unstable baby.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Instability: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[inkyclone99]

Down the rabbit hole with you, Hunter~

[trylynarie]

Tbb if they had omega as a child

Echo: *trying to grocery shop*

Toddler omega: throwing a tantrum because he said no to the second kinder egg and sits in the middle of the freezer section grumpy*

Echo: omega come on

Omega: no!

Echo: omega now! Fine. If I get to three I’m leaving. 1…

Omega: >:(

Echo: two

Omega: :(

Echo: three. Right bye bye *slowly pushed the trolley away*

Omega: o0o MOMMY IM SORRY! *runs at the speed of light to Echo*

Echo: now calm down. Pink egg or blue egg

Omega: … blue

Echo: now go put the pink egg back *watches her as she puts it back and runs back* see it wasn’t that hard was it?

Omega: *knows dam well hunter would have let her have the second egg*

[stars-n-spice]

Rip Crosshair you would've loved Luca (2021)

[wreckerdecker]

Baby Talk

Tech fans… we’re all hurting right now. I decided to help ease the pain: the world NEEDS Tech bonding with baby!Omega. All fluff, no hurt, short and sweet Tech-centric baby AU. 

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“You should stop talking to her like that.”

Wrecker’s mouth clamps shut and he looks over at his brother. In his hands he’s holding Omega, who’s absolutely beaming with joy. He’s crouched on his knees on the floor of the bunk room. Tech stands a few feet away, gazing neutrally at the two of them.

“What’s wrong with the way I talk to ‘er?” 

Gloved fingers tap away at his datapad. “Your baby talk. It holds little to no developmental value to her speech skills.”

It’s silent as Wrecker blinks slowly and looks back at their sister. She gives him a open-mouth, gummy smile in return. He looks back up at Tech.

“Omega is a baby?”

Tech nods. “Correct. But she needs more mental stimulation than baby talk provides. Full-sentences, preferably.”

Wrecker stands-- his knees audibly cracking on the way up-- and Omega coos as he pulls her closer to his chest. He closes the gap between Tech and himself with barely more than a single step. The datapad is ignored as he shoves the baby into Tech’s arms. Wrecker laughs when it clatters to the floor in favor of Omega.

“Alright, then. You love talking, so you do it!” He leans down and gives Omega a kiss on the forehead, then gives Tech’s shoulder a gentle (well, gentle for Wrecker) punch on the arm. “I’ll be outside. Have fun!”

Tech and Omega look at one another awkwardly once he exits the ship. 

Oh, dear.

“Okay, Omega. I’m sitting you down now.”

It’s a half-hour later. After being forced to take a small detour that involved a warm bottle of formula, Tech decided to work on the cockpit passenger seat and the horrific grinding squeak it had recently developed. He’d warned his brothers to stop dropping into it so roughly all the time. Had they listened? Clearly not. But what else is new.

Meanwhile, Omega sits curiously in the other chair. Tech had swiveled it so she was facing him, fully able to watch what he’s doing. 

“I’m going to fix this chair,” Tech says out loud. “And hopefully give you some speech lessons as I go.”

So far, Omega has little to say about the matter. She eyes the toys Tech had placed in front of her-- as interesting as chair repair is, he knows better than to expect her to pay full attention. She grabs the closest one and starts chewing on it. 

“I’m looking for an appropriate tool,” Tech says as he roots through his toolbox. As much as he enjoys organization, it is a community toolbox, and there’d sooner be peace to the galaxy than successfully convincing his brothers to put stuff back where it belongs. “I need to remove the outer base cover to investigate the squeaking.”

As expected, he gets no response. He continues on, narrating his way through the process, only occasionally glancing up to make sure the baby wasn’t in danger of falling from the chair. He’s applying an oil spray to the offending spring joint when he hears a soft thud. It’s not heavy enough to be Omega, so he takes his time in turning his head over to investigate. 

On the floor is one of Omega’s toys. It’s a limp-bodied doll, painted to represent reg clone armor. One of Omega’s favorites. She’s gazing down sadly at it.

“You dropped your doll.”

She looks up at him and for a split second he swears she gives him a ‘no shit’ look she had to have learned from Hunter. But it’s quickly replaced with distress. 

Tech expedites his repair and quickly throws the base back on the chair and has it secure with a few twists of his wrench. He sits up, wiping his hands off on the front of his shirt, and grabs the toy off the floor. 

“Here you are,” he says politely as he hands it back to his sister. Her wide grin makes him smile. “This is when people would usually say thank you. It’s a signal of gratitude, and often considered polite.”

She proceeds to shove the left arm of the doll in her mouth. 

“Since you’re currently incapable of speaking, I’ll give you a pass for now.” He winks at her. He decides not to think about the contaminants running rampant on the cockpit floor, and how many she probably just introduced to her system. She’s got to build her immune system somehow, after all.  

He sits down on the newly repaired seat. It creaks a little, but the grinding squeak is no longer. He nods in satisfaction. 

“I’ve enjoyed having you here with me, Omega. You’ll make a fine repair assistant some day.”

He means it, too. Though she’s currently busy drooling all over the doll, he can see a spark of intuitiveness and wit within her every time she’s introduced to something new. The way she reacts to stimuli implies a deeper intelligence than one might expect. She’s going to be a sharp child soon, and he can’t wait to be there for it. 

“Are you having fun?” He asks amusedly. He leans forward and grabs her other toy-- a hollow round ball filled with beads-- and shakes it a little. She finds this hilarious, and waves her little arms with joy. He touches the orb to the top of her tiny foot, then to the other. 

“These are your feet,” he says, smiling, watching her watch the ball. “Shin, knee, thigh.” He boops each corresponding body part as he says them, the toy rattling as he goes. “Stomach, chest, arm.” 

Omega shrieks in delight. Tech can’t help but laugh with her. 

“And this is your nose.” He puts the ball gently up to her face, rattling it against her little button nose. “You use it to smell.”

He puts the ball down on the seat in front of her. He expects her delight to follow it, but when his hand unblocks her face, he realizes she’s gazing-- in all her unbridled joy-- up at him. His mouth twitches with an unidentified emotion. 

“And... and you are my younger sister,” he finds himself saying, pointing at her. He turns the finger to himself. “I’m your older brother.”

Though she’s squirming with joy, he can tell she’s listening. Her eyes follow him, and he hopes she can understand. 

“You’re my little sister, and I am your big brother. And I love you very much.”

Her eyes sparkle. Something in his chest twists in the best way. He lowers himself out of his seat and onto his knees, so he’s closer to eye level. He rests his hands on either side of her chair as if protecting her. She gazes intently at him.

“You are 216 days old. Your first tooth is coming in any day now. You live here on the Marauder with Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, and myself. You can’t talk yet but I suspect you will very soon. Everything about you is incredible.”

He says it steadily and confidently, because everything he’s saying he knows to be a fact. There’s a small beat of silence, but it’s quickly filled with Omega’s gentle whining. She reaches her arms out to him-- he can’t imagine a single galaxy where he wouldn’t hold her here and now. He holds her tightly and starts rocking side to side. She nuzzles against his collar. 

Tech, like the rest of his brothers, is a natural solider. He’s familiar with the rare cracks and splits of the endless wall that is war. In those grooves you could find rest, maybe even some sparse and patchy solace. 

But this... this is peace. And it’s a new, beautiful feeling.