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What We Did on Felucia - Ch 1

Pairing: The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, sex pollen

Event: Paired with my amazing artists @binkyisonline and @phantasmagoriatime for the @clonebang event!

Summary:

Springing a trap in a Separatist lab shouldn’t be a problem. Your squad is the most prestigious in the GAR, even if they are a bit extreme in their methods, and fighting their way out of a corner is what they do best. It’s fortunate their tactics are so unconventional; as the heavy, potent gas pours into the lab, you soon learn there’s only one way out. And you won’t be fighting.

AO3

The thick set of blast doors closed behind you, and the entire squad turned to face it, blasters raised a second too late to avoid the trap.

“That’s not ideal,” Tech commented. Hunter turned to him with a tilt of his helmet.

“Can you get it open?”

Tech wasn’t given the opportunity to try; a soft hiss came from above, followed by a dispersion of gas or vapor. It carried a sucrose flavor, like the nectar from the moon flowers on your home planet.

You covered your mouth with your robe’s sleeve, but you were too late once again. Heat flushed under your skin and your senses burned from the gas, the residue sticking to your throat. A hand spun you by the shoulder, and Tech held the back of your head as he swiftly placed an air mask over your mouth.

You breathed in relief, the oxygen mixture easing the sickly-sweet fragrance from your nose. Unfortunately, it lingered on your tongue.

“Thank you, Tech.”

He set his pack on one of the nearby tables, having taken it off to get out the mask. It seemed you were in another lab. Tech’s method of “alternate egress” through the Separatist compound had led you somewhere that decidedly wasn’t an exit.

“That may be premature, General.” He held the datapad close to his face, his brows furrowed. “It appears we’ve been dosed with the experimental formula.”

The mission had been off from the start, even more than your missions usually went. You’d received intel that the base contained an experimental droid unit, not a biological weapon. But when Echo had spotted the formula buried deep in encryption, Hunter had given his approval to download all the information he could find.

You should have pulled them sooner. A disturbance in the Force tugged at the edges of your mind with every step, and you had ignored it. You thought you could get your men out in time.

And now, they would pay for your mistake.

“But we should be fine with our helmets, right?” Hunter faced Tech, but by the slight angle of his head, he was noting you and your lack of protection.

“The molecules of this chemical are incredibly small, and therefore designed to bypass the filtering system on all Phase II clone armor. So… no. We are not fine.”

“Tech,” you said with a slow turn of your head, “what does it do?”

He didn’t bother to look up, his focus still on the datapad.

“I shall know momentarily. There is a staggering amount of data to sort, but I may have good news. The effects, such as they are, should be slower to present themselves in us, seeing as we had a smaller initial dose than you, General.”

Wrecker mumbled under his breath, “That’s the good news?”

You approached the blast door that had locked you all inside, ignited your lightsaber, and thrust forward. Your blade bounced off its surface, sparking at the contact, and a brief shimmer rippled underneath.

“Ray shielded.” Hunter lowered his blaster with a tired sigh. “Not getting out that way.”

“Great,” Echo said, folding his arms. “How do we counter this chemical?”

“We cannot,” Tech answered.

“There must be something we can do!”

Tech finally looked up from his datapad, giving Echo a look that might have been curiosity or annoyance.

“I take no offense at your tone, seeing as you have no control over it.”

“What did you say?”

Echo stalked across the room at an alarming pace, but Hunter got between them before you could intervene and put a calming hand on his shoulder.

“Tech, explain.”

“Besides the general, Echo will be affected first. He has less organic body mass than we do. Less mass means a greater concentration of the chemical from the initial dose.” Tech tried to push his goggles up his nose, but seeing that they were inside his helmet, he didn’t move them very far. “And, well, being once again subjected to Separatist experimentation is understandably putting you in a foul mood. Heightened aggression is one symptom of this chemical.”

You sat on one of the tables, the clear mask fogging from your panting breath, and you envied them for having sweat glands. You shouldn’t be this hot, not when the laboratory had been cold a moment ago.

“What are the other symptoms?” It had been a long time since you’d felt this level of nervousness, maybe since you were a Padawan. Or at least, when you were asked to lead this squad of unconventional clone commandos.

“Increased body temperature, which I believe you are experiencing, and a heightened state of aggression, as we have witnessed in Echo. Also, a remarkable increase in libido.”

When the rest of the squad stared at him, Tech added, “Arousal.”

“Yeah, we got that,” Wrecker grumbled.

Crosshair, who had remained unusually silent so far, leaned against one of the walls with his arms folded, feigning a casualness that didn’t reach his voice. He spoke as if through clenched teeth, a faint growl underlying his tone.

“How do we stop it.”

“As I told you, there’s no stopping it.” Tech frowned at them, one by one. “The molecule has entered our bloodstreams and crossed the blood-brain barrier to affect our hormone levels—”

You doubled over, catching the choked gasp before it could get very far, and a hand rested on your shoulder. You gave Wrecker a weak smile and sat upright once the discomfort passed, and he snatched his hand back as if burned. Unusual for the affectionate clone, but you didn’t need to see his face to sense the embarrassment radiating from him.

There was something else as well, and it wasn’t just him. A sense of mortification perforated the room as Tech’s third symptom began to surface. You pulled the Force close around you, not wanting to sense… that from them.

“Is it fatal?”

Your question broke through his scientific curiosity, or maybe it had been your outward sign of distress, because when Tech looked at you his eyes held a softness they lacked before.

“No. At least, I see no record of any deaths during the experiments, but… we will eventually be forced to alleviate the symptoms as they will grow exponentially more intense.”

At least you would survive, though you weren’t sure what survival would look like. Another wave of heavy warmth flushed through your abdomen, and your claws dug into the edges of the table hard enough to dent the metal.

“Alleviate the symptoms how?”

“Well.” He squinted. “The solution is obvious.”

Apparently, it wasn’t obvious to you. He sighed.

“The biochemical stimulates the part of the brain that controls arousal, and in order to mitigate the worst effects, one must find release of a similar nature.”

Tech was again caught in the middle of their focused silence.

“An orgasm. Specifically, through sex.”

“You’re kidding me,” Echo said, dragging a hand down his face.

“I’m afraid not.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, striving to breathe in regular deep rhythms and not think about what Tech had just suggested. It wasn’t an option. It couldn’t be.

“What happens if we do nothing, Tech?”

“We will go into a ‘black out’ state,” he answered without skipping a beat. “In which case, we will have intercourse anyway, with no recollection of the event. We will have no conscious control of our actions, and as a result… injuries are likely as a result of lack of care.”

“That’s not happening,” Hunter said, and even with your gaze focused on the floor, you sensed his attention on you. You were grateful they still donned their helmets, even if you could sense their agitation, it would be harder to see it on their faces. Tech’s expressive eyes were difficult enough to witness, unable to hide his reluctance despite his clinical words.

“Why would the separatists create something like this?” you asked. “What could they possibly use it for?”

The reason didn’t matter, not right now, but agitation bubbled under your skin. It wasn’t like you. You’d learned to control and focus your emotions long ago, as all Jedi Masters should, but this was an itch… no, a set of claws under your skin, trying to dig itself free.

“Ah, that I can answer,” Tech said and tapped a few keys. “It was designed for use on humanoids. Clones, specifically.”

“What?” Hunter asked, his voice far away.

“It’s an effective means of biological warfare. Droids would be immune, but clone troopers and their Jedi generals would succumb to the symptoms and seek relief. It would be an immediate Republic defeat on whatever battlefield it is used.”

No one spoke. Your stomach twisted into roiling knots, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the information or the chemical. But you had to ask, especially when no one else did.

“What… happens then?”

“According to the observation logs, the test subjects are compelled to copulate with those physically closest to them, and then they fall unconscious immediately after reaching completion. It is quite ingenious, actually. Whether the chemical is subverted through orgasm or allowed to run its course, the troopers and Jedi generals would be effectively disarmed and distracted.”

“They actually did this to people?” Echo asked with a wrinkle of his lips.

“Well, yes. How else would you perform an experiment without test subjects?”

Echo launched himself at Tech and punched him across the helmet before Wrecker could grab hold of him, lifting him so he couldn’t land another blow. You sensed the stress radiating from Hunter, and you shared it. The Batch were a volatile mix on a good day, but tempers flaring this quickly meant you were running out of time.

“Echo, stand down!” Hunter snapped.

“Yes, sir.”

Echo shook off the bigger clone, shooting one last look at Tech before finding a corner to pace in.

You stood from the table.

“We have to get out.”

“Agreed,” Hunter said.

Tech rubbed the side of his helmet while Wrecker kept a watchful eye on their seething brother. You and Hunter walked the perimeter of the room from opposite sides, reaching out with your senses while he focused his, but there was… nothing. The room was heavily fortified and clearly designed to contain dangerous experiments.

After doing his own sweep, though you doubted this was his first and he was just as thorough as you and Hunter, Tech put down his datapad and met your eye.

“There are no access panels, and I cannot breach the security system remotely. There is only one exit, and that door won’t open by force. Our only means of leaving this room is if the enemy opens the door.”

“And why would they do that?” Crosshair sneered, still in a bad mood, but weren’t you all.

“They will when we’re unconscious.”

“But you said we would have to…” Hunter couldn’t finish the sentence, so Tech did it for him.

“Have intercourse until we reach completion?”

“Call it what it is.” Crosshair pulled the toothpick from his mouth and jabbed it in Tech’s direction. “We have to fuck or be fucked until we come.”

Tech’s returning glare was decidedly un-Tech-like.

“That is what I said.”

You took off your outer robes, the heat unbearable, and besides that… they would only get in the way.

“Then there’s no reason to wait.” You pulled off the oxygen mask and held it out to Tech, and he stared for a moment before taking it from you. In fact, they all stared at you.

“Unless you’re willing to do this with each other, then it’s going to have to be me.”

Crosshair’s grin was quick and sharp.

“I certainly prefer you over them.”

“Don’t talk to the General that way!”

Crosshair gave Echo a smile that could have been lazy if it wasn’t full of so much intention and spite.

“Admit it, reg. You’re as eager to fuck our Jedi as the rest of us.”

“Stow it, Crosshair,” Hunter commanded through his teeth. Any other day, such an order would have been delivered without actual fire behind it. It was a bad sign when it sounded like Hunter actually wanted to throttle Crosshair.

Of course, Crosshair had never said anything like that to you before, but you dismissed it as the effects of the chemical. You were certainly having your own problems, and you braced against the table again, trying to be subtle and not show just how unsteady you were. Your legs had taken up a series of fine trembles, and the pressure between your legs grew stronger with each minute that passed.

“So,” you picked up when the silence grew too heavy, “the plan. Once we wake up, wherever and whenever that is, we find a way to escape.”

Hunter stepped forward, a hand outstretched.

“Whoa, hold on. We’re not going to… There has to be another way.” He turned to Tech, his posture open and beseeching. “You understand this chemical, right?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t you make a cure?”

“With what laboratory, Hunter? The one we are currently occupying that happens to be empty of equipment, viable samples, or a working terminal? All things I would need to replicate the chemical, let alone create an antiserum? That laboratory?”

Silence filled the room. Even Crosshair turned his head to stare at Tech. You’d never heard Tech angry at Hunter before. Annoyed, yes, but Tech got annoyed with everyone.

Tech sighed, and his shoulders slumped.

“I… apologize. It appears I am not immune to the effects of the chemical.”

You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, and even though your palm was over armor, Tech startled as if you’d poked him with a live wire. You lifted your hand from his pauldron and kept your voice low and calm.

“We wouldn’t have any information if it wasn’t for you. At least now, we have a better idea of what we’re dealing with.” You met Hunter’s gaze and spoke a little louder. “We’re out of options. I don’t see another path, but I’m not giving the order. It’s your squad, Hunter. Whatever you decide, I’ll follow.”

He was skilled at hiding his emotions, but you sensed his resolve waver, and worse, the loss of hope as he expelled a quiet breath.

“Then… this is what we do. And we deal with the consequences later.”

Without waiting for another prompt, you untied the sash around your waist and peeled off your inner robes, letting them fall to the floor. All that remained was your body suit.

You held your lightsaber hilt in both hands and held it up to Tech, trying not to let the regret touch your voice. Regret that you led them to this. Regret that you hadn’t done more.

“Will you hold onto this for me? I don’t wish to lose it.”

Tech looked from your face to your hands, and with uncharacteristic hesitation, took the hilt from where it lay across your palms. He held it with great care, as if he held your life in his hands, which he did. And soon, he would hold your life in his hands in a different way.

They all would. And it would be no different than any other mission where you trusted each other to make it out alive. That’s what you told yourself. Had to tell yourself. If you faltered… who else would get them home?

As Tech gently tucked the hilt in his pack, Wrecker broke the silence with a meek, “Are you sure about this, General?” He rarely addressed you so formally, a sign of how delicately he treated the situation, but his low voice trickled up your spine in a way he didn’t intend.

“It’s better to do this under our own volition before our choices are completely stolen from us.” But as you gripped the zipper at the top of your body suit, Hunter cut in, his palms raised and his voice on the edge of panic.

“Wait, maybe there’s a way around it. If it’s just an orgasm that fixes it, then—”

As soon as Hunter pulled the helmet off his head, his expression shifted from concern to shock. And then it hardened into something animal, untamed, and with a snarl, he launched at you.

Crosshair was on him in a flash, putting him in a headlock and stopping Hunter’s forward momentum even as he reached out for you, his teeth bared as his eyes fixed on you, predatory and hungry.

Tech and Echo both moved in front of you, blocking Hunter’s way in case Crosshair couldn’t hold him, and Tech cried out, “Helmet!”

Wrecker understood immediately and grabbed Hunter’s helmet, thrown to the ground and forgotten, and forced it over his head. As soon as the seal fixed in place with a hiss, Hunter went lax, half-held up in Crosshair’s hold.

“And that,” Tech said quietly, “is why we cannot wait any longer.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Hunter’s panting was hard enough to be picked up by his voice modulator, and he got to his feet with a surprising lack of mocking on Crosshair’s part. He tilted his helmet in your direction, his posture the equivalent of an apologetic wince. “I don’t know what… what happened. I wasn’t… in control.”

You hadn’t moved through the entire event, frozen in place. Even now, your heart raced as you had to swallow the excess saliva in your mouth, and your legs trembled in what you wished was fear.

“Your enhanced senses will make this worse for you,” Tech said. Hunter huffed but continued to catch his breath.

“Yeah, I got that.”

Tech fixed him with a narrow side eye, but then he addressed the rest of the group.

“Hunter’s line of inquiry is a good one—”

“That would be a first,” Crosshair sneered.

“—but unfortunately, the chemical was designed to dissipate with genital-to-genital contact only. Fellatio, cunnilingus, or any other variation of orgasm will not be enough, including self-stimulation.”

“Wow,” Wrecker said, “the Seppies think of everything.”

“If we’re doing this, I think it’s best we keep helmets on. Armor too.” Echo glanced at the others for signs of disagreement. There was none. You knew it was in case the Separatists decided to attack, which wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, but you also suspected making this as clinical as possible would be easier for everyone.

You dragged down the zipper for the upper half of your body suit, the noise drawing the attention of Echo and Tech, both of them glancing over their shoulders. Echo quickly faced forward again, giving the illusion of privacy. It was sweet, in its own way.

Tech also looked away, burying his face in the upturned glow of his datapad.

You gathered your resolve but didn’t remove the suit yet, and it was only through years of training and discipline that your voice didn’t waver when you asked, “Who’s first?”

The men shared another nervous round of glances, but it wasn’t all dread and guilt that radiated from their thoughts. Restless agitation and desire were beginning to gain momentum, and for a squad that often flouted the rules and acted unprofessionally, they hid their physical reactions very well. You might have been proud, given other circumstances.

“Echo. The molecule will be most concentrated in his tissues.” Tech kept his eyes downward on the screen. “Then Wrecker—”

“Why me?!”

Hunter, who had finally regained his composure, said, “Because whoever purges the chemical soonest will wake up the earliest. And we’re going to need your strength to get us out of this, wherever we wake up.”

“Correct,” Tech said, and Hunter turned to face him.

“Which means you should be next, Tech.”

“I volunteer to go last.”

“Why?”

Tech met your eye with reluctant slowness.

“I wish to make sure the… event goes as smoothly as possible, considering what it is we will be doing.”

That too was sweet in its own way, and you appreciated the gesture and thoughtfulness that went into his planning. Tech always tackled his projects with a careful exactness, even if that same care didn’t translate to tactics on the battlefield. You’d lost count of Tech’s reckless, chaotic strategies that sent ripples through the Force warning of imminent, bodily harm, only for him to slip away unscathed.

None of you would be making it out of this unscathed, and you could see in his worried gaze that Tech understood that. So for him to offer to endure it the longest—

“And what we’ll be doing is fucking our Jedi.”

“You just keep bringing that up, don’t you,” Echo stated through his teeth. “Any reason for that?”

Crosshair’s sneer could be heard even under his helmet.

“None in particular.”

“Fine,” Hunter said, ignoring the jabs with the practiced patience that comes from ignoring Crosshair often. “Tech will go last. I’ll go after Wrecker, and then Crosshair—”

“—If you think I’m taking your sloppy seconds—”

Surprisingly, it was Wrecker that swung at Crosshair, the sniper ducking under the massive fist before it could slam into his helmet. He snarled, and then Hunter was trying to restrain Wrecker, who simply grabbed him by the neck and hauled him into the air.

They were going to kill each other, and the enemy didn’t have to lay a finger on them.

“Enough!”

The men turned as you peeled off the upper half of your suit, leaving yourself bare-chested and exposed. The intricate markings of your fur were on display, coiling down your sides and back. Your fur ruffled at the abrupt chill, or maybe it was the sudden attention on the places of your body that had never had such attention before.

Wrecker dropped Hunter so quickly that he stumbled on landing, and his focus was so wholly on you it was as if he’d forgotten Wrecker had just tried to choke him.

“We don’t have the luxury of one at a time,” you growled, and you couldn’t remember a time when you’d done that before either. Not in the Cathar way, with a rumble in your throat and bared fangs. “I’ll take both Echo and Wrecker, then Hunter and Crosshair. Tech last.”

The potent arousal in the air was so sharp that you could taste it even through their body suits and armor.

“Will that work?”

Tech blinked as if startled by being addressed, and his gaze quickly focused on your face from where it had been roving over your body as if studying and committing it to memory. You told yourself it was his usual curiosity, more clinical than personally interested.

“That is… sufficient.” The breathless quality of his voice was anything but clinical. “I… didn’t suggest such an arrangement as it might not be comfortable for you.”

“None of this is comfortable.”

You stripped off the bottom half of your black suit, leaving you entirely naked to the air and their devouring stares. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t see their faces, and if anything, it increased the impression that they were a pack of predators salivating over anticipated prey.

But you weren’t prey. The Jedi in you attempted to fight the invading chemical and find the equilibrium that wasn’t there, and the blood in your veins cried out for a primal chase that would have been a familiar song to an ancient Cathar.

You hid your sharp teeth behind your lips and were once again glad for the additional barrier of armor between you and their vulnerable skin.

“Echo, Wrecker, come here.”

“Wait.”

You bit your cheek and tasted blood, but you remained quiet as Tech dug around in his pack and pulled out a tube of bacta gel. He offered it to you, and you took it, the gesture feeling somehow final and terrible.

“You think we’re gonna hurt her?” Wrecker asked, sounding both offended and worried. Perhaps you should have been worried too, but the idea of Wrecker’s unbridled strength sent saliva flooding into your mouth.

“Well, that is a possibility, but the gel is also a source of lubrication. It will reduce the likelihood of injury, as well as increase, the… uh…”

“It’ll feel good,” Crosshair supplied helpfully, but even he sounded distracted from where he leaned against the wall in a way that was too forced to be relaxed.

Echo and Wrecker approached, and your body burned like a living flame, your skin so sensitive it nearly hurt. Both of them removed their codpieces, revealing sizeable bulges underneath, and a distant, rational part of you thanked Tech for his foresight. Though considering the size of Wrecker… lubrication might not be enough.

“There’s one other thing—”

“What?” Echo snapped.

“General.”

You focused on Tech with painful difficulty; Echo and Wrecker were so close, and your fingers twitched with the agony of being denied touching them.

“Yes, Tech?”

“You will have to refrain from achieving orgasm until, ah… until the end.”

You blinked away some of the fog clouding your mind.

“What?”

“If you orgasm, you’ll lose consciousness soon after. I… I think I speak for all of us when I say we prefer not to do this while you are unaware.”

If you weren’t in such a state, you might have smiled. Had Tech always been this thoughtful?

And then your attention wavered and settled on Echo standing in front of you, Wrecker towering behind you, and it was all you could do to form coherent words.

“I’ll try not to, but if I fail, don’t stop. Not until it’s over. That’s an order.”

Hunter responded this time, and you sensed he was having the same difficulty of speaking. He growled, “Yes, sir.”

And then Echo touched your arm, light and exploratory, at the same moment Wrecker placed a large hand on the back of your neck. You nearly buckled at the sudden pressure, even if Wrecker’s hold was gentle, and the last of your control slipped away.

But there were hands to catch you, and you didn’t fall.

Next Chapter

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ivonhart · 8 months ago

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the voices 👹

the voices are creating bad batch stories 👹

I’m not gonna be working for the summer and the voices 👹 they speak to me knowing I have the time to write soon

reader is Omega’s caregiver since she was born provided by the GAR (Nala Se thought it best to give her a parental figure during her early stages to ensure proper development or whatever) and adventures with the BB⁉️- would be multi chaptered

reader is a Cathar (I would take creative liberties and give her a lion tail because I can - would be like a rarity amongst the species and yada yada) and survived order 66 with a large distrust for clones until meeting the bad batch - would be multi chaptered

reader is a Nightsister that gets paired up with for a mission from Cid/or they work alongside Phee and eventually falls in with them⁉️- idk

reader is a Chiss bounty hunter and something something⁉️- idk

reader is a jedi Mirialan or Togruta that is kept at Tantiss because Hemlock believed blood with M-counts could help with the project⁉️- would be a short story (1-2 posts)

reader is a local Twi’lek on Pabu that falls for one of the batch (looking straight at you Wrecker)⁉️- would be a one shot

so many ideas I have a headache

also I made a masterlist and pinned it on my profile 🤭

#tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb tech #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #the bad batch #bad batch

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fandomstars · 2 months ago

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Just curious, well you make a masterlist one day ?

Sure!

Fandomstar’s Masterlist

Read this first

Writing Preferences: HERE

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Pokémon:

Drew x Reader

Friends react to Ash’s championship win

Anime character in Pokémon werewolf form

Werewolf form Clemont (basically a oneshot of headcanon above)

Team Rocket Jessie x Reader

Ash Ketchum x Gender Neutral Reader

Ash’s Greninja Sick Day

A Mallow centric Oneshot

Ash x Gou Headcanons

Ash’s Lucario Headcanons

James x GN Reader ~ Enemies to Lovers

James x GN Reader - Jessabell Encounter

Affectionate Pokémon - James x GN Reader

The Happy Couple - James x GN Reader

The Circus Trio - Team Rocket Trio + GN Reader Circus

Star Wars:

Tech x Social Awkward Male Reader

Mandalorian (Both Male & Female) Reader x Bad Batch

Kid Proposal to Bad Batch

Trip and Fall [ Bad Batch x Male Reader ]

Clones and their Pokémon

Reader texting the Bad Batch

Bad Batch x Male Reader (Insecure about body)

Bad Batch x Service Dog User Reader

Bad Batch x Male Jedi

Bad Batch Fusions (Bad Batch x Steven Universe) ( Bad Batch x Reader)

Bad Batch x Male Cathar Reader

Other:

Poppy the Witch (Trolls Dreamworks)

Training with Mikey (TMNT 2012)

The Universe Circus (Steven Universe Circus AU)

Jungle Adventure (Loud House)

Inner beast (Loud House)

Inner beast 2 (Loud House)

Inner beast 3 (Loud House)

Inner beast 4 (Loud House)

Halloween of Loud (Loud House)

Player Two (Loud House)

Valt Aoi x Male Reader (Beyblade Burst)

Clown School (Follow up of SU Circus AU)

Random Loud House Headcanons

Loud House Superpowers

Loud House Pokémon

Fairly Odd Parents Pokémon

Hybrid Animals (Loud House)

Lapis fusing with Everyone (Steven Universe)

Valt Aoi x GN Reader (Beyblade Burst)

Aster Headcanons (1) (TMMT x Steven Universe) (OC)

The Final Battle - Crosshair x Alex Diamond

My OCs:

James Diamond (Basically an AU of James Kirk (Star Trek) but gem form and also brother of Steven)

Alex Diamond (Son of Blue Diamond, brother of Steven) (SU x Star Wars)

Aster Diamond (Son of White Diamond, brother of Steven) (SU x TMNT 2012)

Oliver Diamond (Twin brother of Steven, Son of Pink Diamond) (SU x DBZ)

Bonus: Just for a laugh

Bonus 2: Writing Tips

Want to request a headcanon/oneshot? Click here for the form and then submit in my inbox!

#tumblr #writers on tumblr #tumbler #masterlist #fandom #flood my inbox #fanfiction #crosshair x oc #gohan x oc #leonardo x oc #aos spirk #my writing #pokemon #star wars #steven universe

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 4 years ago

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Padawan!Reader: Species #4

Obi-Wan: Sometimes it's hard being Y/N's master. They have these uncontrollable urges.

Anakin, concerned: What kind of urges?

Obi-Wan: Well, for exa- Y/N!

Reader, a cathar, standing next to C-3PO at a platform edge:

Obi-Wan: Don't you dare do it, Y/N!

Reader:

Anakin:

Reader: *kicks C-3PO off the edge*

#incorrect star wars quotes #star wars #the clone wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #padawan #padawan reader #jedi reader #padawan reader species #gender neutral reader #reader #fanficsforheartandsoul #jedi #cathar

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cinlat · 6 years ago

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In Character Interview

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

Tagged by @kunoichi-ume (challenge accepted)

I shall tag @sunsetofdoom @aliyamirat @shimmersing @melissagt @kunoichi-ume (I need Jurr’s answers)

Ma’at and Kadu were requested, so, I’ll start with Kadu.

1. What is your name?

“Kadu Jadon”

2. Do you know why are you named that?

"They are both family names.”

3. Are you single or taken?

“My marriage is sanctioned by the Jedi Council.”

4. Have any abilities or powers?

“I am the Barsen’thor. The Force is my guide.”

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“As an avid science fiction reader, I find the concept of a Mary Sue refreshing. We read fiction to escape reality. I say let the woman have it all.”

6. What’s your eye color?

“Orange, but Jurr says that it reminds her of fire.”

7. How about your hair color?

“I’m, not exactly sure what you’d call it. Light brown to match my fur, perhaps?”

8. Have any family members?

“My father is a senator, both he, my mother, and my littermates still live. I see them from time to time on Coruscant. Apart from them, I have my wife Jurr, and her entire squad to look after. I’ve also been given custody of a Padawan lately...that’s been interesting.”

9. Oh? How about pets?

“Our lifestyle is not conducive to pets, but one day I would like to get an akk hound to stay with Jurr when I can’t.”

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now, tell me something you don’t like?

“Bullying. I do not approve of the strong lording their will over those unable to stand up for themselves. If someone is struggling, it is our duty to offer aid”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

“As mentioned earlier, I enjoy reading. It is a calming activity that Jurr and I can do together since she doesn’t quite share my love of surfing and water sports.”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

“Unfortunately, times of war require sacrifices of morals. While I abhor violence, I will not hesitate to defend those I care for.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

“There are many in my past whom I wish I could have saved. It is why I have devoted my life to the healing arts.”

14. What kind of animal are you?

“Cathar.”

15. Name your worst habits?

“I’ve been told to stop trying to solve everyone’s problems.”

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“My wife for her adaptability and pure soul. She never gives up.”

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

“I’m a happily mated Cathar.”

18. Do you go to school?

“I was educated in the Jedi Temple.”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“I am already married. Unfortunately, natural born children are not biologically possible, but perhaps we can adopt one day.”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

“He might deny it, but I think Trev has always been my number one fan. You can quote me on that.”

21. What are you most afraid of?

“My fears do not define me.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“Armor when in battle, formal Jedi robes when I must. If I have my choice, board shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Bare feet are a must. I do enjoy being comfortable.”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

“It used to be the headier dishes from my culture, however, I’ve recently discovered a love of pancakes.”

24. Am I annoying to you?

“Nonsense, I find your questions amusing.”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

“Ah, good.”

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

“I am a Jedi. We are servants to the people.”

27. How many friends do you have?

“A lot more now than I ever imagined possible.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

“I honestly haven’t ever taken the time to consider it. I will now, though.”

29. Favorite drink?

“Green Juice. It’s good for you.”

30. What’s your favorite place?

“Beside my wife.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

“I am surrounded by interesting people.”

32. That was a stupid question…

“I wasn’t laughing at you. It would be easier to explain if you met a few of them.”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“An ocean where I can find the biggest waves.”

34. What’s your type?

“Forgetful little soldiers, it would seem.”

35. Any fetishes?

“What sort of a Jedi do you take me for?”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“Both. I enjoy meditating in nature, and have spent a lot of my life camping.”

#in character interview #kadu jadon

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twistnet · 6 years ago

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home [ echo ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; when fives came to your apartment bringing news of echo’s death, you had lost hope of ever getting to see him again. until captain rex and his jedi general show up on your door step with news

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader + general fluff [ reunions, sweet moments, hugs ]

as the shuttle came to land, anakin looked over the rundown building with distaste. watching as the locals of the area went on with their lives. looking back at rex, he sighed, “is she even home, rex?” the captain looked back at echo, watching how his head shot up at the mention of his lover.

“i’m not sure, general. i figured we would try.” a scuff sounded from the back of the shuttle causing rex to roll his eyes,“try or not. she might not like what she sees.” hunter replied, crossing his arms.

“hunter, she loves echo. she won’t have agreed to marry him if she didn’t love him.” the shuttle quieted down as all eyes fell to echo,“married?”

“i asked her before the citadel. just…didn't get to...you know, make it official.” echo gently scratch the back of his neck, his fingers ghosting over the cybernetic spine.

“she will be happy to see you, echo.” rex reassured, patting echo’s shoulder with a soft smile, “fives constantly checked in on her. saying, ‘echo would want me to’” .the troopers smile widened, his eyes casting down to keep his tears at bay.

the small group exited the shuttle, walking in the building. anakin grimacing as the building had seen better days since the beginning of the war. walking over to the front desk, gaining a glare from the female cathar behind it. “what do you want?” she growled as she roughly set down her datapad.

rex quickly answered giving the worker your name, brow raising as the cathar shook her head, “apartment 24b.” she waved her hand, dismissing them as she resumed looking at her datapad, “thanks.” anakin shot an amused look at his captain before heading toward the elevators.

the residents of the building looked over the group of soldiers as they passed through the dim hallways. the tension growing a little thick when the group stopped before the elevator doors but quickly dispersed as the doors opened for them to enter.

echo fidgeted with his arm, his nerves getting the best of him as the elevator came closer to your floor. hunter grabbed his shoulder, shooting him a soft smile in hopes to calm him down.

as the doors opened, the group was greeted by a gand who, if his eyes could widen, looked scared straight when he saw the group of troopers. the gand backed away, moving quickly down the hall as the group left the elevator. only passing a few doors when they stopped before your apartment, “here’s 24b. you ready?” the group looked toward echo, gaining the confirmation as he quickly nodded and tried to calm his breathing.

rex’s loud knock sounded throughout the hallway before going silent. after a few seconds passed, the locking mechanism clicked, and the door opened. you stood in the doorway, eyes fixing on general skywalker and captain rex, “what are you doing here?” you asked with confused eyes, looking to the right of the two to see more troops in black armor.

“may we come in? it would be better to explain.” rex asked, watching your confused eyes narrow, “explain what?” a trooper in black armor pushed through the others, coming to stand before you. he hesitated for a moment, before removing his helmet and giving you a nervous smile.

“echo?” tears gathered in your eyes as the man before he nodded gently, “hey, sweetheart. it’s been awhile.” echo wasn’t prepared for you to jump into his arms, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. he stumbled slightly as he adjusted you in his arms, gripping you tighter as tears began to form in his own eyes. he gently set you down before bringing you in for a kiss. as your lips met, a spark lit within him. it was better than he had remembered during his time being held by the separatists. by the stars, this was so much better than he remembered.

“mama?” a small voice sounds from behind you. turning in echo’s arms, you smiled down at the young boy, who was holding his stuffed ronto, “jace, come here.” the young boy shuffled closer to you. staring up at echo with a confused look. you looked back at echo, offering him a small smile as you picked up jace.

“i didn’t find out until you left…and then you didn’t come back- “you started when echo stopped you, “he’s mine?” you nod, tears still brimming your eyes as you turn to look down at the boy, “jace (l/n), your son.” jace looked at echo, his eyes shining as he reached out to grab at his armor.

“papa?” tears leaked from echo’s eyes as he cupped his son’s face, “yes, it’s me. your dad.” echo pulled the two of you into his arms, pressing kisses to both of your heads as he pulled you closer to him. “i love you both, so much.” he cried, “i’m never leaving you again.”

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wolveria · 24 days ago

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What We Did on Felucia

It’s fortunate their tactics are so unconventional; as the heavy, potent gas pours into the lab, you soon learn there’s only one way out. And you won’t be fighting.

(Explicit, 18+ only, The Bad Batch x Cathar Jedi!Reader)

AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

~Clone Bang 2024 fan art below!~

(Art by @binkyisonline)

(Art by @phantasmagoriatime)

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wolveria · 10 days ago

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What We Did on Felucia - Ch 8

Pairing: The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Story Tags: Smut, dubcon, slow burn, sex pollen, eventual polybatch

Chapter Summary: “I want you to be careful.”

AO3

You slept well, but you laid in bed long after waking, unsure if last night had been part of a vivid dream or had actually happened. You determined that it was real, simply by the fact that life was complicated, strange, and far from simple.

“Force…” you muttered. Fighting a war seemed straight forward compared to this.

You went through your usual morning routine, finding the room you’d designated as your meditation room after first meal. None of the Batch had been in the commissary, and you were grateful for that, needing time and self-reflection before you saw them again.

You had another crucial decision to make, one much more difficult than whether or not to lie to the Council about Felucia. Hopefully, you made the right choice this time. The reasons to say no far exceeded the reasons to say yes, at least in sheer number. When it came to their weight, you weren’t so sure.

The danger of falling to the dark side wasn’t hyperbole. Many Cathar had lost their way since the days of the Old Republic, and you held no illusion that your people’s nature wasn’t a contributing factor. Cathar were willful, compassionate, proud people, but they were also passionate and fiercely loyal. When faced with the tempting pitfalls of the dark side, many Cathar with good intentions fell prey to their own strong emotions. The instinct to protect loved ones was woven into the genetic fabric of every Cathar, and you’d felt it yourself many times when your squad was in danger.

Attachments were forbidden for one simple reason: possession. Selective compassion at the cost of others. Ownership, greed, fear of rejection and abandonment. Such emotions are not ideal, but they’re not the core problem. It becomes a danger when someone with the strength and power of the Force behind them exerts their will on the galaxy, often with devastating consequences. And no Jedi was immune or above such temptation.

So the question remained: could a more intimate relationship with your men cause such a change in you?

You didn’t know. If something befell one of them, if they were killed in battle, you might not be able to resist the call to hunt down their killer and exact revenge. Just the thought of losing them made your blood freeze in your veins.

It was a risk, and not an insignificant one. You would just have to trust that Hunter would temper any impulsive, reckless actions. At least, you were confident the rest of your squad could take you down if you ever turned to the dark side. It was certainly a conversation you would have to have, as unpleasant as it might be.

It felt like a place to start. You didn’t know how the Batch felt about you aside from physically desiring you, and discussing what they wanted out of this, their expectations and thoughts, would be a good first step—

The door opened behind you, scattering your thoughts like startled birds taking flight. You relaxed a moment later, sensing the familiar Force signature.

“Master Shaak Ti.” You rose to your feet and turned to face her. The Togruta Jedi Master nodded in greeting, her expression warm as she surveyed the room.

“I see you found one of the viewing rooms. It is a wonderful spot for meditation. The walls are soundproofed, and the view is calming on clear days.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize—I can leave if you wish to use it—”

Master Shaak Ti merely smiled, perhaps amused at your rushed words. You weren’t acting so different from an awestruck Padawan.

“I hold no claim on this room, it is yours if you choose to use it. However, it’s been some time since we’ve had a chance to catch up. Do you have a moment to speak?”

“Of course. It’s been one mission after another,” you said, and she nodded in sympathy, “and I’m currently on meditative retreat.”

She raised an elegant white brow.

“You didn’t wish to go offworld?”

You almost winced. Of course it seemed odd for you to stay on Kamino for a retreat, especially when you spend every minute between missions here.

“I was on Coruscant, but I came back as soon as I heard about… about the mission with Master Inaro.”

“It was a tragedy to hear of his death,” she said, her voice low and somber. Guilt flickered at the back of your mind like a sputtering candle. It wasn’t Master Inaro’s death that had sent you hurdling toward Kamino, and you’d hardly given him thought.

“But I am glad to hear Clone Force 99 survived.”

“As am I.”

Her gaze softened.

“How are they?”

“Better. Crosshair and Tech have already been released from the infirmary.”

“I’m sure those five keep you very busy.”

Your smile felt stilted and strained. She had no idea.

“It must be difficult,” Master Shaak Ti continued, “trying your best to protect them when they’re requested for the most difficult missions.”

“It… Yes. It is.”

Some of your surprise leaked through, and Master Shaak Ti hummed thoughtfully.

“I remember every cadet who graduates from this facility. I know every name and number. Despite sharing the same face, each of them feels different in the Force. Have you noticed that?”

“Yes,” you said, again surprised. “Though my men differ from the average clone in many ways.”

Master Shaak Ti chuckled and said, “That they do. Although, one of them was not always so. I remember his cadet days well. Clone Force 99 reminds me of Domino Squad in many ways. Especially… Fives.”

Her face took on a soft sadness, one you had glimpsed before in the eyes of another.

“Echo doesn’t talk about him much.”

“I imagine it’s very painful for him.” Master Shaak Ti raised her head, her montrals tall and proud above her head, but she seemed somehow deflated, diminished as she stared out at the opposing transparent wall. “Fives died believing Echo hadn’t survived the Citadel. I imagine that was the most difficult part for him to face. They never had a proper reunion, or a proper farewell.”

You simply stared at her. You were on friendly terms with the Jedi Master, and she was nothing but compassionate to those around her, but you’d never seen her so… open. Emotionally exposed.

“I have regrets in my life, many of them attributed to this war,” she continued. “But none of them weigh so heavily as my inability to protect Fives. He needed my help, and I failed him.”

You didn’t know what to say, stunned by her frankness, and you were stunned further at her next words.

“Do you know why you were assigned to Clone Force 99?”

“I… assumed I was a compatible fit.”

She smiled a little.

“It was more than that. You’re here, because your master wished it so.”

Your chest tightened, hard and fast like a blow struck from a deceptively fast opponent.

“What?”

“When we recovered his ship, we found more than his lightsaber. He left a message.”

“W-what? What message?”

“You know your master predicted the need for an army in the coming war?”

You struggled to keep up with her, unable to recover from one shock before being delivered the next.

“Yes, and he was removed from the Council for it. What does that have to do with a message?”

“He contacted the Kaminoans without the Council’s permission and instructed them to create a clone army in preparation of this war.”

You resisted letting out a huff of frustration. You knew all of this. What was her point?

Master Shaak Ti’s words were slow with a heavy weight as she said, “We now believe he was targeted by someone who wanted to control that army.”

“But… the Council said the Pykes shot down his shuttle.”

“Yes. After they were paid to do so.”

Shock swirled into anger, and your fist closed at your side before you slowly eased it to relax. The discovery of your master’s crashed shuttle hadn’t been that long ago, and the wound of learning how he’d really died had begun to heal. Now, it felt like it was being torn open again.

“Who?”

Master Shaak Ti glanced sideways at you.

“That information has been sealed by the Council.”

“But you know who it is.”

“I sense your anger.”

Your nostrils flared, but you managed to unclench your jaw enough for you to speak.

“I simply wish to know who would want to kill my master.”

“I understand,” she said, not unkindly. “But do not let this knowledge hamper the progress you’ve made. Master Sifo-Dyas’ death affected us all. Especially you.”

Your voice was flat, tonal, when you finally spoke.

“I want to see the message.”

“That will not be possible.” Her tone was final, but the delivery was gentle. “There is other information on that recording, information that needs to be protected. But I can share this with you. For reasons uncertain, perhaps he sensed his impending death, he left a message for you in case of his demise. Instructions.”

“What instructions?” you asked, wishing you didn’t sound like you were pleading. “What did he want me to do?”

“What you are doing now.”

You frowned, but the Jedi Master continued.

“Sifo-Dyas wanted you on Kamino overseeing the creation of the clone army.”

“But… I’m not. You are.”

She nodded.

“And that would not have changed, even if the Council had discovered his message at the start of the war. The Council felt it wise to put a member in charge of training, and as a liaison to the Kaminoan government. But it is by the will of the Force that you are here, on Kamino, working closely with these men. It is not luck or coincidence that you lead the Republic’s most effective squad.”

The fur on the back of your neck tingled, a mixture of dread and wariness.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Did she know?

Master Shaak Ti hesitated, and then put a hand on your arm.

“I want you to be careful.”

The heavy feeling on the nape of your neck grew heavier.

“Be careful? Of what?”

And then a thing you’d never witnessed before—Master Shaak Ti struggling for the words she wanted to say. You didn’t know if she found them, but eventually she said, “Your master was born with the gift of foresight, but I fear he cast his gaze too far ahead to see the dangers of what lie before him. I would not wish you to follow a similar path.”

You were suddenly reminded of the cryptic Seers on Cathar, living their lives in the Weir pools which allowed them to catch glimpses of futures too numerous to name. They had dedicated caretakers whose only duty was to make sure the Seers didn’t wither away, their bodies forgotten as their minds sailed waters you couldn’t begin to understand.

Your master had been like them in many ways. Your heart suddenly ached, knowing he hadn’t been able to escape the riptide of his visions, pulled under and never to resurface.

You stared out the window, unable to meet her gaze while it held such compassion and sympathy.

“I don’t have the gift of foresight like my master.”

“Even so,” she said. “Will you take some advice?”

“Of course.”

“Trust your squad, but also trust in the Force. Even if what it tells you goes against every instinct.”

There was something profoundly sad in her expression, a well that had no bottom, and it weighed her to the point she looked far older than she was.

You opened your mouth to speak but had no idea what to say. She bowed her head in farewell, so you did the same, and you watched her retreating steps. That same sadness followed her like a shroud, and when the door closed behind her, the room seemed a little bit darker.

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #what we did on felucia #clone bang 2024 #wolveria writes

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wolveria · 13 days ago

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What We Did on Felucia - Ch 7

Pairing: The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Story Tags: Smut, dubcon, slow burn, sex pollen, eventual polybatch

Chapter Summary: “The way I see it, we have three options moving forward.”

AO3

Sleep continued to elude you. When you drifted into a restless slumber, you were woken to phantom touches and lingering heat. You closed your eyes to keep hold of the feeling, but it faded too soon as the horizon glowed with morning’s arrival.

You laid on your side after activating the opaque window, staring out at the fading night, the ocean somewhere far below you. Sometimes, when you had a view like this where all you could see was sky and seabirds, you could almost imagine you were back home. Not the Jedi Temple, with the distant view always marred by towering buildings and crawling skylanes. It reminded you of Cathar, or at least, what you could remember of it.

You weren’t sure why your thoughts turned to a homeworld you haven’t visited in decades. Most of your thoughts last night were replaying your conversation with Hunter.

What if we find a way?

You didn’t know how that would be possible, but… you were curious, and surprised. Much of the conversation had been surprising, including his forwardness. The way he looked at you with affection and warmth.

Hunter has always been respectful toward you, but he maintained a distance that the others didn’t share. Even Crosshair, though he’d taken the longest to win over, had formed a comradery with you that went beyond military hierarchy. Since the squad had been ordered to follow a Jedi commander, and they hadn’t been given a choice about that fact, you figured Hunter simply tolerated your presence.

Perhaps you needed to reassess that opinion.

You continued to watch the sun crest over the horizon until your stomach rumbled, and you forced yourself out of bed, showered, and dressed in your typical robes. They weren’t as regal as Master Shaak Ti’s robes, or as sleek as Master Secura’s garbs, but the light tunic and robes allowed you to move more freely than the usual bulky Jedi wear.

You were both disappointed and relieved there were only cadets and new troopers in the commissary, but you grew suspicious when your squad remained absent as the day wore on. The Marauder was still in its bay, and you checked the logs to make sure they hadn’t received any new orders.

Even the infirmary was empty of their presence. Tech and Crosshair had been medically cleared and discharged, though you did note the medical recommendation for rest and avoiding strenuous activity.

You spent the day with furtive attempts at meditation, purposefully avoiding where the men were most likely to be—their quarters. It was best to give them space. If they wanted to see you, they would. You weren’t exactly hard to find, or conspicuous, only one of two Jedi stationed on Tipoca City.

It was nearly last meal, and you were heading to the mess hall when your comm chirped from your wrist. You opened the line.

“Yes?”

“General, do you have a few minutes to talk?”

Your stomach flipped in a way it sometimes did right before mission deployment.

“Of course, Hunter.”

“Good.” Other than sounding relieved, he gave nothing away. “Come to our barracks. We’ll be waiting.”

Well, that sounded rather ominous.

“I’ll be there shortly.”

You clicked off the comm, gathered your turmoiled emotions and released them into the Force, and headed to the other side of the dome.

When you arrived at their quarters, you were unsurprised to find all five of your squad there, most of them in their armor even though they weren’t technically on duty. Only Crosshair and Tech weren’t fully geared, Crosshair wearing his armor from the waist down, his chest covered only by his body suit and the bacta wrappings. Tech’s greaves and boots were missing, calves and ankles covered in soft braces over his suit.

Hunter leaned against the wall near the window, arms folded, his usual air of quiet confidence unable to hide the tension you sensed underneath. You couldn’t remember a time when he was this on edge.

“Thanks for coming,” he said. “Figured it was… time we all had a conversation.”

You blew out a breath. That was an understatement.

“I agree. I would like to start, if that’s all right.”

His brows rose in surprise, but he stood straighter and said, “Please,” with a small gesture to indicate you had the floor.

Echo and Wrecker lounged on the couches in the middle of the space, while Tech tinkered with something on his bunk, and Crosshair was in the middle of cleaning his Firepuncher. All of them had turned their attention on you as soon as you walked in, even the sniper from where he perched on his partially hidden bunk, and the weight of their gazes almost made you reconsider.

But you didn’t.

“Before anything else, I want to apologize for leaving without speaking to you first. I acted out of fear, and I made a mistake. One that nearly cost you your lives.” You let your gaze fall first on Tech, then Crosshair. Tech’s expression was open, forgiving, but Crosshair’s was as closed as his thoughts, his emotions walled off without a hope of glimpsing them.

“I understand it will take time to rebuild that trust, but that’s an effort I’m willing to make, if you’ll allow me the chance.”

You met their gazes one by one before your eyes dropped to the floor, and you whispered, “I’m sorry.”

A beat of silence passed, and it was the most difficult silence you had to bear.

“You’re here now.” Echo spoke first, his lips tugged into a faint smile. “That’s what matters to me.”

“We… we thought you were gone for good, but… you came back!” Wrecker’s expression lifted before sadness encroached on its edges again. “But you gotta promise you won’t leave us. You’re our Jedi.”

You began to smile, but Crosshair’s words were like a splash of ice water over your head.

“She won’t make a promise she knows she can’t keep.” He chewed his toothpick slow, unhurried, like a predator gnawing a bone. “Your loyalty is to your Order. Not us.”

“Crosshair,” Hunter growled in a way that sounded as if they’d had this argument before. The sniper simply raised a brow at the warning.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

He said this last to you, and even though Crosshair’s tone was light, his gaze was hard. Piercing.

Your voice was quiet, aimed less at him than the rest of the squad.

“We are at war. There may come a time when I’m assigned elsewhere, or they replace me with someone they believe is a better fit.”

“Unlikely,” Tech chimed in. “I have conducted extensive research of all active-duty Jedi, and you are the most compatible with this team’s improvised strategy and unorthodox tactics.”

You looked at Tech, and then at Wrecker, Echo, Crosshair, and finally your gaze landed on Hunter, who had been conspicuously silent most of the conversation. He gave a small sigh and pushed off the wall.

“Whether or not you’re our commander, it doesn’t change what you are to us.”

“What I am… to you?”

“That’s why I called this discussion. Our relationship with you has always been unusual, to say the least, but it’s why this works so well.” He paused, as if considering his next words and whether to say them, but he eventually pushed forward. “You’re our general, but… you’re more than that. Like Wrecker said, you’re our Jedi. You belong with us.”

The words, almost possessive in their firmness, traveled up your spine in a pleasant tremble.

Then Hunter’s hard gaze softened, and he said, “Nothing proved that more than Felucia did.”

The atmosphere in the room shifted, the tension of holding one’s breath, and you realized you had also stopped breathing. It was why when you spoke, your words were breathless and airy.

“Even after you know what it did to me?”

Hunter’s expression didn’t change, but the others reacted in various degrees of surprise and worry.

“What it did to you?” Echo repeated sharply. Wrecker was half out of his seat.

“D-did we hurt you?”

“Are there lingering symptoms?” Tech’s datapad was already in hand. “Perhaps your hormones are still affected; you aren’t human, it is possible your biology would process the chemical differently. If I could take a blood sample—”

“That’s not what she means.”

Hunter shot Crosshair a glare but said nothing. His tone might have been smug, but his gaze remained on you, waiting to see if you had the courage to admit the truth. Your shoulders sank, along with your hopes that you could salvage this conversation and the respect of your squad.

“I said I left because I was afraid, and that’s true, though I haven’t been entirely honest.” You braced yourself, and when the words came out, they felt like they had a physical cost. “I caught a glimpse of something I can’t have, and I feared how much I wanted it.”

The silence was so absolute you thought you could almost hear the rain pelt against the thick transparisteel. Eventually, you were brave enough to look up, only Crosshair and Hunter’s expressions hadn’t changed. Tech’s eyes were wide but curious behind his goggles, and Echo’s eyes were also round, but then they softened into something warm. Wrecker looked like someone had hit him with the broadside of a starfighter.

When you finally turned to Hunter, your heart was in your throat and your words were almost pleading.

“We are at war,” you repeated. “That must come first, always. But… even if we were in peacetime, such attachments are forbidden, and for good reason. I… I can’t…”

“But you want,” he finished. You couldn’t meet his gaze, the gentleness and understanding too much to face.

“Yes.”

“All of us?”

Tech sounded either surprised or impressed, while Wrecker’s mouth hung open. Crosshair, however, looked like a nexu that had stumbled into a pen of nunas.

“Our Jedi is a greedy little thing, isn’t she? Good thing she can handle the entire squad.”

“Permission to stun him, sir,” Echo growled.

“Denied, for now.” Hunter glared at Crosshair, as if that ever affected him. “You wanna try that again? And start with an apology.”

“No, no, it’s fine—” You tried to stave off the argument you saw coming from a parsec away, but Echo rose to his feet, his own glare sharp enough to rival Crosshair’s.

“It’s not fine. He continually disrespects you, and he’s been an unbearable asshole since Felucia.”

Crosshair almost knocked his rifle to the floor with how fast he gained his feet.

“Shut up, reg.”

“Who you callin’ reg?” Wrecker stood tall and imposing, while Tech simply watched with a troubled expression. Wrecker added, “Echo’s right, you know. You haven’t been the same since—”

Crosshair growled and stalked forward, but you got to him before Hunter and planted yourself in front of him. You placed your palm on his chest, and he jerked back so quickly you thought you had harmed him. But you didn’t sense any physical pain, and your touch had been purposefully light, and clear of the bandages.

“Crosshair?”

For a moment, there had been something in his gaze, a sharp hurt that cut like a knife. But it was already gone, his expression smooth and uncaring.

“This conversation is over. Now, if you don’t mind, I have more important things to do—”

“No, you don’t. Not more important than this, and we’re still talking.” Hunter’s tone dropped as he added, “But if you don’t want to be part of this conversation, you’re welcome to leave.”

Crosshair glared over your shoulder at the spot Hunter stood behind you, but when he looked down at your pleading expression, the anger seeped away, replaced by detached amusement. So, typical Crosshair.

“Well, I’d hate to miss all the fun.”

He popped a new toothpick into his mouth, and with one last look that was too focused to be uninterested, he returned to his bunk. His posture on its surface was languid and lazy, but he failed to hide the tension in his jaw.

Crisis averted for the moment, you turned back to the others. Hunter was in the middle of running a hand through his hair, able to do so because he’d taken off his bandana. You couldn’t remember a time when it hadn’t been securely banded around his head.

Hunter caught your open stare, and his tired, drawn expression relaxed into the hint of a smile and a teasing glint in his eye.

“So,” he began, “We know how you feel about us. It’s only fair you know how we feel about you.”

The mood in the room shifted again, this time to something much more visceral, sharp, and panicked. Wrecker shook his head and made a frantic motion in front of his throat, Tech’s eyes behind his goggles had gone large again, and Echo looked like he’d swallowed something that still wriggled. Crosshair had completely frozen in place.

“Let’s just say, it’s reciprocated,” Hunter said.

You stared at him, uncomprehending.

He frowned, must have realized he needed to spell it out, and added, “We want you.”

In an inverted version of Tech’s question, your voice pitched a little too high, you asked, “All of you?”

Tech was the first to recover, pushing his goggles up his nose.

“Is that so surprising?”

“Well… yes. Have you looked at yourselves in the mirror?”

They glanced at each other in clear confusion, and Echo joked, “In case you haven’t noticed, we all kinda look the same.”

“Echo is correct,” Tech said. “We may be variations on a theme, but the similarities are unavoidable, and it is difficult to quantify one’s physical appearance when we come from the same genetic template.”

You’d always wondered how the clones viewed themselves in terms of attractiveness, and you realized they may have never considered themselves desirable before now.

“Then let me put the issue to rest. You’re all attractive. Objectively attractive. Perhaps, even measurably attractive.”

Their sudden attention ruffled your fur.

“The… the point is, you’re desirable.”

Wrecker blinked and returned to his seat on the couch, where he nudged Echo and whispered loud enough for the entire room to hear, “Jedi notice that kind of thing?”

“Generally, we keep it to ourselves, but yes.” Your lips pulled into a small smile. “We notice beauty in those around us.”

You glanced at Crosshair, catching him in one of those sharp, focused stares. He immediately rolled his eyes and looked away, but there was a small upward tilt to his mouth.

“All right, we’re getting off topic,” Hunter said with a sigh.

“And what topic is that, precisely?” Tech frowned and adjusted his goggles. “You were avoidant when I asked about the purpose of this conversation.”

“You mean, he was cagey,” Crosshair purred.

“I wasn’t—” Hunter took another deep breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I asked for the meet so we could lay all our cards on the table. And… once we know where we stand, we can go from there.”

His eyes met yours, expectant, but you didn’t know what he was waiting for.

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“The way I see it, we have three options moving forward.”

Your entire focus turned to him, and you sensed the others also paying attention.

“We can pretend Felucia didn’t happen and carry on as we were before. I think we can all agree that hasn’t worked so far.”

You nodded, guilt surfacing again like pond sludge that had been dislodged from the rocky bottom, but Hunter’s expression was gentle and absent of judgement.

“Two, we can acknowledge what happened, how it’s changed our relationship, but we remain at a professional distance.”

No one said anything to that.

“Or, third. We do something about it.”

Your stomach felt like it no longer obeyed the gravitational pull of the planet as you asked, “Do… what?”

Hunter rubbed the back of his neck, and you sensed that unusual nervousness return again.

“This isn’t exactly my area of expertise, but from what I understand, it’s not unheard of for a person to have… uh… multiple partners.”

He said this last in defeat, as if he expected you to shoot the idea down immediately; but you just stared at him, trying and failing to comprehend what he was suggesting. But Tech perked up as he usually did when he realized he had a piece of helpful information to reveal.

“I believe you are referring to a group, or multi-partner, relationship. A polycule, for shorthand.”

The significance of Hunter’s suggestion finally dawned on you.

“You mean… we would be dating? All of us?”

Tech frowned.

“I believe the nature of our bonds are too intertwined to be quantified by a concept as informal as ‘dating.’ However, I would not be averse to taking you out on a ‘date,’ as such.”

You weren’t the only one staring at Tech now, and he frowned deeper at the scrutiny.

“It’s a scenario I’d considered many times, though not one I had thought feasible.”

“Why not?”

“The odds of you finding me desirable in a sexual or romantic capacity were not in my favor.”

You gave a small smile.

“I’d consider them in your favor.”

“Oh.”

Tech blinked, his cheeks flushed. It was the second time you caused that reaction, and you wanted to do it on many more occasions.

“So…” Hunter prompted, bringing the conversation back on topic, but there was a hint of humor in his eyes. “Sound like something you might be interested in?”

It was your turn to find it hard to speak. You’d never courted anyone before, or been courted, and the idea of being in a courtship with five men was something you couldn’t begin to imagine. Did they know anything about Cathar courtship rituals?

Stars, did you? It wasn’t something you’d ever planned on needing to know, and what little you remembered made the idea daunting.

“You don’t have to decide tonight,” he added. “It’s a lot to think about, but there’s no time limit. No missions for a while with Tech and Crosshair on medical leave, either.”

You nodded, and then cast your gaze around the disorderly barracks and the clones who made it their home.

“What about the rest of you? Do you need time to consider, or…”

“It’s already considered,” Tech said. “I should very much like to try.”

“If it’s something you want, then I’d be an idiot to pass up the chance,” Echo added, his smile surprisingly flirtatious, and you wondered how you would survive the attention of all of them when that small gesture was enough to heat your face.

“Getting to spend more time with you?” Wrecker’s eyes sparkled with the bright excitement that had been absent for too long. “Hell yeah. Sign me up!”

Crosshair scoffed.

“This isn’t a mission sign-up, Wrecker.”

Wrecker crossed his arms and scowled at his brother.

“What about you? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

Crosshair simply flicked his toothpick at him, and Wrecker slapped it out of the air before it could hit him.

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

You tried to catch his eye, but the sniper refused to meet it, pointedly looking elsewhere. Of course he wouldn’t make this easy, he never did. You sighed, and then finally looked up at Hunter.

He gave you another little smile, the kind that was surprisingly teasing for the normally stoic clone, and he said, “I’m all in.”

Wrecker let out a whoop and a raunchy whistle, not helping the situation or your ruffled state.

“All right, all right. Cool it,” Hunter said, trying to regain some of his position as their squad leader, which none of them took particularly serious in that moment.

You glanced at Crosshair, his reserved answer gnawing at you, but he still wouldn’t meet your eye. You would leave it be for now. He might have the patience inherent with being a sniper, but you were a Jedi. Who knew balancing on rocks and meditating under waterfalls for hours would give you an advantage in this particular situation.

“It’s late.” You turned to the rest of the squad. “I don’t want to keep you too long. I’ll, ah… let you know what I decide? I mean, I’m not sure how it would work, or…”

“We can figure out the logistics later,” Hunter said, his expression grateful at interrupting the teasing Wrecker had decided to shower him with.

“Such as laying down ground rules so there is no miscommunication,” Tech added, his datapad already at his fingertips. “I will have to conduct research on these types of relationships and return with more data.”

Echo made a face at him.

“There’s more to it than that. You’re not going to find answers about complex relationships in some academic archive.”

“Says you, Mr. Regulation Manual,” Wrecker teased, jabbing an elbow into Echo’s shoulder that almost sent him toppling off the cushions. Echo sighed and rubbed his arm.

“I never should have told you about Domino Squad.”

You sensed the argument was simply going to escalate from there. Hunter must have known it too, because he shook his head and turned back to you with a long-suffering smile.

“Night, General.”

You bid him goodnight, as well as the rest of the group, and on your way out you passed Crosshair’s bunk and gave him a quiet, “Sleep well.” He was lying down in his bunk at that point, one leg bent with his arm propped behind his head, and he gave you a reserved but genuine smile. The sight of it knocked the breath from your lungs.

“I’m sure I will,” he said, all silk and satin.

You left the barracks behind, the teasing, friendly banter cut off when the door slid shut. The corridor was dimmed for the night cycle, and you walked back to your room, alone as you were every night.

But unlike every other night, the warmth of companionship stayed with you, and the dreary, rainy night no longer felt so cold and dark.

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