#hunter x oc fan fiction

[skellymom]

"Sunset Over Pabu"

Hunter X OC/Reader One Shot

Word Count: 910

Background: An "Old Love" relationship. Nostalgia. Saying Goodbye. Using planet and star interchangeably. The celestial body in this fic is a Moon, similar to our planet Mars it reflects light so the appearance is a shining star.

The inspiration for this story came from @lightspringrain artwork. Including the link to her Etsy shop and image of "Hunter's Moon"

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1556715876/star-wars-the-bad-batch-omega-or-hunter?ref=yr_purchases

There are parallels to the first time Mad met Hunter in this fic. To read how they met, here is the link:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share

Warning: Sadness.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

They snuggled close on that settee just as they did the first night meeting on Ord Mantell.  In between trips off world, children, weddings, funerals, holidays, and all manner of life Hunter and Mad carved out while on Pabu to watch the sunset together.  Approximately 10 standard cycles of building a bonfire on the beach and cuddling up together to watch the sky turn deep shades of crimson, purple, and eventually black.  Gazing at the stars as they cycled by with the seasons in the night sky. 

The broken settee was resurrected by Hunter’s own hands when they first settled.  He built it strong enough for two.  A solid foundation so it would never break again.  Mad helped weatherproof it to withstand the ocean salt.  Together, they performed maintenance when needed, so it would last for many years.  A continuing project and labor of love. 

In addition, a firepit was constructed to hold the burning heat kept within.  Hunter and Mad collected stones on their travels around the galaxy.  Bringing back chunks of memories to line into a continuing never-ending circle.  Occasionally family and friends would add their own additions when returning to Pabu. Wrecker kept his eye out for oddly shaped or colored rocks while fishing and would surprise them with a new addition already stacked against the ring. 

Tonight, Hunter had a bit of difficulty making his way down the stone steps to the beach.  Mad took his hand, providing support.  His long hair and beard had gotten greyer the last few months.  She joked that he was almost as silver as her.  The wrinkles and laugh-lines accumulated since being together, a happy long life for a clone prominent on his face. He smiled as she fussed about him being careful not to slip. 

“Taking good care of me.” 

“Of course, what else would I do.”  

She winked, and he chuckled. 

He told Mad tonight he’d forego their usual “Spotchka under the stars” and just do “The Stars” for tonight.  The alcohol was wearing heavily on his system, making for extremely tiring mornings after...even with him cutting back considerably. 

In the last few months, Hunter and Mad watched a vibrant moon make its transit across the heavens.  It stood out amongst the other stars.  Burning a brilliant red flicker that could be easily seen even though it was millions of light years away. The bright red star reached the zenith of its orbit and total brilliance tonight per Tech’s calculations.   

“There’s YOUR moon, Hunky!” Mad pointed up above.  

There was a number for this moon at one point. With millions of celestial bodies orbiting the galaxy, only numbers were given to keep track of them all. That wasn't good enough for Omega though. She named it “Hunter’s Moon” rotations ago before leaving on her own journey with Echo and Crosshair. 

“Shame it’s the last night we’ll see it on Pabu.” Hunter mused. 

Mad sighed. “Didn’t Tech say something about it being visible somewhere else?” 

“Think he mentioned another planet not far from this one...” Hunter trailed off. 

“Whattsamatter Hunky?” 

He looked a little guilty “Not sure I’m up to traveling much any time soon.” He also sounded tired. 

“Not in any hurry. We have a sky full of stars.” 

“Mhmm, that’s my Mad... always thinking ahead.” 

“It’s the wanderlust. Brain never shuts off.” 

“I LOVE you, Maadienne.” 

Mad smiled and squeezed his hand. “I LOVE you too, Hunky.” 

They both gazed up at Hunter’s Moon.  

“Make a wish, Mad!”  Hunter said quietly.  

They were both silent for a while.  Then Hunter gently rested his head against hers. 

She knew he wouldn’t come out and tell her his wish, that to tell it wouldn’t come true.  Mad still liked to chide Hunter and try to playfully tease it out of him.  It would end in tickling, laughter, hugs, kisses...and on less tiresome nights love making. On tiresome nights they fell asleep in each other's arms on the beach. 

“Okay Hunky, spill the beans.”  Mad hugged Hunter tighter.  He didn’t reply.   

“Hunky..?”   

Mad brushed Hunter’s long locks away from his face. She gazed down at him, marveling at how the bonfire illuminated his hair, tattoo, dark skin. The face of a sleeping angel.  A rhyme in time back on Ord Mantell all those years ago.  The younger man who decided to buy her a drink in Cyd’s Parlor.  A partner that travelled with her across the galaxy, helped care for her family, whose brothers adopted them all, and a partner that never left her side. 

She caressed his face lovingly, immersing herself in the scent of his skin, hair, and... 

...breath...? 

Hunter’s chest had stilled.  An expected, but heavy weight resting against her body, a bit heavier than his usual bodily presence. 

“Oh...Hunter...Hun...” Mad suddenly hitched and exhaled, tears running down her face. 

She knew this day would eventually come.  And as the full rotations went on, she kept wishing on a certain red star that she could have another standard day with him.  Every standard day she wished to have another. 

But wishes only carry you so far...and there are only so many wishes granted. 

And you must accept that the universe has other plans. 

To believe in having just a moment of happiness instead of none. 

Mad kissed Hunter’s forehead.  “Aw, Hunky...we were REAL good...  Weren’t we? 

The red star above Pabu twinkled in reply to Mad’s words as she hugged Hunter for the last time. 

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Day 3 - Hunter, Nez, Omega (ft. Gungi)

Life comes in many forms, and family holds its own unique meaning for each person. On the third day of this celebration, we dive into what family truly means and all the emotions and connections that come with it. Hunter and Omega make quite the pair—the ex-soldier often acting more like a father figure than a brother—so as Nez grows closer to the old Sarg, the dynamic with Omega is beginning to shift. This holiday season really brought that connection to life! I hope you enjoy their heartwarming festivities, along with the visit from a special friend who joined in on the celebration!

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currently developing my very first completely fleshed out OC for Mr. Hunter Badbatch and I can’t WAIT to start writing their story 😊

[whatevermakesyoubreak]

so i was watching hell’s paradise & i realized that these two are lowkey lira and illumi in a parallel universe, holy shit. like… the way senta loves and admires yuzuriha bc of her sense of freedom & admires her vivacious and carefree ways & the fact that she doesn’t lie to herself, takes no shame in her bloody, deception riddled career, and openly admits her selfishness. it’s foreign, but fascinating to him, especially when all he’s done his whole life is lie to himself and force himself to be something he isn’t?? his hands are just as soaked in blood as hers (well, kinda) but while one can manage to keep their smile despite the horrors they’re faced with, the other is forgetting what it feels like to be himself, and she’s reminding him how to. like— he literally loves and admires her to the point of envy due to her being everything he’s ever wanted to be??

THAT IS THEMMMMM.

my version of illumi and senta aren’t similar in the least, on the outside that is, but as i said, both have constantly lied to themselves, denied their true natures, and forced themselves into positions that are unnatural. senta had to become an executioner, while illumi quite literally had to gaslight himself into being a perfect assassin, the perfect son, etc. and convince himself that he had zero desires for his entire life, until that was quickly proven wrong in like, chapter 2. lol. illumi has already stated he admires how lira seems to have held on to a semblance of warmth, despite her career, and yes, he is jealous of her, though he isn’t really aware of it. he doesn’t quite understand that jealousy is the emotion he’s feeling, if that makes sense. also, it’s not a poisonous, toxic jealousy, but more of, “omg i wish i was you so bad, you’re everything i’ve ever wanted to be, so i’m gonna do the next best thing and stalk u forever because i’m disgustingly obsessed with your entire existence and it’s better to bask in your light even if it makes me uncomfortable than to be without you,” type shit. idk. i’m just rambling rn. idk if this even makes sense.

ok bye.

[dangraccoon]

Oyuba'din - Chapter 11: Terror

Original Character x The Bad Batch

Summary: Jaine is awakened in the middle of the night to help a squadmate. Hunter has a conversation with her.

Warnings: references to The Clone Wars Season 3, Episode 19 "Counterattack", nightmares/night terrors, overprotective brother,

Author's Note: y'all don't come at me for Hunter in this; he's worried about his brothers and instead of having a rational conversation with the woman his brothers and him are falling in love with, he gets mad [him: >:( ]

Mando'a key: Mesh'la = beautiful

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A light knock woke Jaine from her deep slumber. Rolling over to glance at her chrono, it hadn’t been long since she had gone back to sleep. However if it was duty calling, she needed to answer. 

The door slid open to a worried Hunter. 

“Hunter?” she asked cautiously. “What’s wrong?”

“Echo,” he breathed. “Another nightmare. It’s bad this time. You’re the only one who can calm him down.”

Jaine nodded as she raced to Echo’s bunk. 

Echo was shouting something about fire and last chances, looking around frantically, and if Jaine didn’t know better, she might have believed his violent trembling to be a seizure. Crosshair sat next to a very sleepy-looking Tech, both with concern plastered across their expressions. Wrecker sat on the edge of his brother’s bunk, shaking his shoulders slightly. 

“It’s okay, Echo,” he tried to say soothingly. “Just a dream.”

Echo began thrashing, smacking Wrecker across the face with his scomp, who then recoiled a little. 

“Stop touching him,” Jaine ordered as she came to Echo’s side. Wrecker backed off, allowing her access to the increasingly violent episode Echo was experiencing. 

The human-like part of her longed to comfort him, place his head on her lap and lull him back to sleep, but her medic training always overruled her heart. 

“Echo, it’s okay, sweetheart,” she spoke softly. “I know that it’s scary, but it’s all going to be okay. I’m here with you, alright? I’m not going anywhere and we’re going to be fine.” 

She kept spewing her comforting words, eventually transitioning to a lullaby her father used to sing to her. It seemed to be working, Echo was no longer thrashing violently, and only trembling. He wasn’t screaming anymore, which was a great relief to Hunter, who watched the medic with an awestruck expression. 

Just as Jaine was finishing her song, Echo’s eyes fluttered shut and stayed shut. The rest of the crew let out a relieved breath. 

“Has it ever been this bad?” Jaine asked, looking among the four other clones. 

“He’s had nightmares, and pretty often,” Hunter explained. “But never like this.”

Jaine nodded sadly. “I’ll have to talk with him in the morning. For now, we should all try and get some rest.” 

Everyone else moved to resume their places in bed, Crosshair pushing Tech - who between Jaine’s tea and melody, was nearly unconscious on his brother’s shoulder - onto his bunk. Hunter watched as Jaine made no motion to move, simply tucking Echo back under his blanket. 

“You should get some rest, too,” he whispered as Wrecker’s snores started up. 

“Thanks, Hunter, for coming to get me,” she said, ignoring his suggestion. 

His brows knit together, but ultimately decided to let it go, falling asleep to the rhythms of five heartbeats instead of the usual four. 

Jaine listened carefully to Hunter, hoping to be able to tell when he fell asleep. Once she was fairly sure he had, she sighed. 

Echo seemed to be sleeping soundly now, but Jaine wasn’t sure it was restful. She isn’t sure how long she sits there, watching over him diligently. Minutes, maybe a few hours pass, and Echo stirs a little.

“Runi?” he murmured. “Come back to bed, mesh’la.” Echo opened his arms, patting the bed next to him as he moved to make room for her. 

“Echo,” she started. 

“C’mon,” he practically begged.

Jaine sighed a little before laying down facing Echo. He hummed contently, wrapping his arm over her side. 

“Love you, Runi,” he whispered, kissing her forehead softly. 

-

Natural light was filtering through from the cockpit’s viewport, marking the arrival of a new day. Jaine’s eyes fluttered open, vaguely startled by the presence of Echo in her bed. Wait, this place smelled significantly more akin to that of the boys’ bunks, not her clean and tidy medbay. 

The night terror, she remembered. 

Echo’s eyes didn’t open, even as she shifted a little. Metal met flesh as their legs were tangled together under the blanket. 

“Echo?” she murmured. No response. She sighed. 

She started trying to free herself from Echo’s tender grasp, but he only shifted a little and tightened his grip around her waist. 

“Hunter?” she whispered, praying that he was awake and his sensitive ears could pick up her pleas. “Hunter, I could use some help.”

“Heh. Tough luck,” he chuckled from behind her. “Never seen him sleep this well.”

“Hunter, this isn’t funny,” she glared over her shoulder. 

“Seems pretty funny to me.” Hunter began to walk away, making his way through the ship. 

“Get back here and help untangle me from your brother or so help me gods-” she began to threaten, but she was cut off by Echo’s shifting. 

“Morning, mesh’la,” he hummed, a smile spreading across his face, but his eyes not opening. 

“Echo,” she said, and the smile began to disappear. His eyes squinted open and he nearly jumped out of his skin, sending Jaine tumbling to the floor. 

“Jaine- kriff, are you okay?”

“Probably a little bruised, but none the worse for wear,” she winced as she shifted her leg a little. 

“What…happened?” Echo asked, carefully reading her expression. 

“You had a night terror last night. A bad one; scared the boys. Hunter came and got me. I was trying to keep an eye over you for the rest of the night, but then you asked me to cuddle with you an-”

“I what?” he asked, shaking his head a little. 

Jaine shifted uncomfortably as she moved to sit on the edge of his bunk once more. 

“I’m sorry, Echo, you were insistent. I think…I think you thought I was someone else.”

Echo blinked a few times before his eyes went wide with realization. “Oh, maker. Jaine, I- I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Echo,” she said, resting her hand on his arm. “Who’s Runi?”

Echo’s eyes shut tightly. He was on the verge of tears, but he didn’t want Jaine to deal with him like that. She’d already put up with him enough. 

“She was a…a friend,” he breathed, a gentle blush blooming up from his chest, and painting his cheeks a little darker than they typically were. 

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about this. I’d love to hear more about her, but only if you want to tell me,” Jaine assured him, squeezing light pressure on his arm. 

He nodded simply, willing the memories back to where he’d kept them hidden all this time. 

“I’m going to go get a cup of caf, would you like some?”

He nodded again, and Jaine slowly left the bunk, hearing his drawn out sigh as she walked away. 

Jaine sat at the galley table, quietly sipping from her mug. 

Echo, across from her, and Tech, next to her weren’t especially chatty either.

Hunter, having just gone back to wake Crosshair and Wrecker, walked into the silent room, eyeing the three of them suspiciously. 

“You all alright?” he muttered.

Tech and Echo both affirmed much more quickly than she would have suspected, but Jaine stayed quiet, only raising her brows. 

“Jaine? A word?” Hunter said, tilting his head towards the cockpit. 

She followed behind him, shooting concerned glances at Echo and Tech, who didn’t look up. 

The door slid closed as Hunter stood in front of it. She looked up at him from the co-pilot’s seat. He looked irritated, probably more so than she had seen him recently. 

“Hunter, are you having one of your migraines again? I can go get-”

“That’s not important,” he interjected, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I want to know why you’ve got three of my men wrapped around your finger.”

Jaine blinked at him in disbelief, rising from the seat. “Why I’ve got-” she scoffed. “Hunter, what are you talking about?”

“First Crosshair, now you’ve got Tech and Echo’s hearts pounding just sitting there? Is Wrecker next?”

“Please, Hunter, I don’t under-”

“You don’t understand?” he sneered. “Aren’t you supposed to be a medic? You don’t know love sickness when you see it?”

Jaine scowled at him. “I don’t know what you think is going on but I never-”

“What about Tech last night, hm? I’ve known him all my life and I’ve never seen him sleep more than an hour or two at a time. Last night he came out of your door and slept the whole night through.”

“He came to me. I gave him some tea to help him sleep,” she bristled. “I wasn’t aware you required medical reports now.”

Hunter chuckled mirthlessly, looking away from her. “You’re not going to be here forever. You’re going to get every one of them hanging on every word and then when you leave you’ll take their hearts with you. What am I supposed to do with them then?”

Jaine recoiled. “I have no control over the feelings of others. I am here to serve with all of you, as your medic and your friend. If you want me gone, fine. Drop me off at the next base if you truly think so little of me,” she spat, brushing past him and out of the cockpit. 

-

She ignored the knock at the medbay door, focusing on restocking the cabinets.

“Jaine,” Echo’s voice called from the door. “Please, at least let one of us in.”

She took a deep breath. Willing herself to continue ignoring him. 

“Open the door, Vale, or I’ll have Wrecker dislocate my other shoulder,” Crosshair threatened. 

She sighed. Jango Fett must be one stubborn son of a bitch, she cursed to herself as she stepped to the door, sliding it open. 

“You can come in just- I’m trying to work, so just sit quietly or something.”

 Echo remained standing, while Crosshair leaned against the exam table, watching her as she went back to stocking the shelves. 

“Yeah, you look really busy,” Crosshair smirked. 

Jaine answered without turning around. “Strike one.”

She went about her tasks, stocking, checking expiration dates, inputting the inventory into her data pad. It was obvious to everyone that she was upset, she opened and closed the cabinets harshly and smacked the side of her data pad when it wouldn’t load.

“Jaine,” Echo ventured cautiously. “Are you okay?”

“Strike two, Echo.”

“Kriff, woman, can’t you see we just want to see if you’re okay?” Crosshair protested, his voice surprisingly soft. 

Tears of frustration were threatening to spill over her eyes. She couldn’t let them deal with that right now. 

“Three strikes,” she announced, pointing to the door. “Out, both of you.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Echo assured her. She could practically hear the concerned expression on his face. 

“Fine, then I am,” she huffed, taking her data pad and swiftly leaving the room, ignoring the protests from Echo and string of frustrated curse words from Crosshair. She made her way to the cockpit where she was unsurprised to find Tech, fiddling with some kind of machinery. 

“I swear to the gods that I will sit here quietly if you do the same,” she basically begged. 

Tech stared at her, wide eyed, but simply nodded. Instead of taking the co-pilot's chair, she opted for sitting on the floor, her back against the wall. 

A moment later she heard footsteps approaching, stopping before reaching the door. 

“Tech,” Crosshair grunted. “Have you seen Jaine?”

Tech turned his head, as though to look over his shoulder at his brother, but caught Jaine’s eye instead. She frantically shook her head. 

“I have not. I am sure she is around somewhere,” he replied. “It would be rather difficult to leave the ship as we are currently traveling through hyperspace.”

She heard Crosshair sigh, but ultimately leave. 

“Thank you,” she whispered to Tech, who nodded. 

“You do not need to thank me,” he said. “I understand the value of having time to oneself.”

“I’m not intruding, am I?” she worried. 

Tech seemed to consider this for a moment. “While I was enjoying working in solitude, it does not impact me enough for you to also be here.”

Jaine couldn’t figure out why, but his words stung her a little.

“If you do not mind my asking, what is it you are working on?” he asked a moment later. 

“Oh, I’m just getting in contact with an old friend,” she admitted, leaving out the details that could clue him into her earlier conversation with Hunter. “He’s going to help me the next time we stop at one of the GAR bases.”

“Is a base necessary for what you require assistance with? Perhaps I can be of help,” he said, setting down his device. 

“Thank you, Tech,” she smiled sadly. “It’s not really a portable problem.”

“I see,” he noted, was that a hint of disappointment in his voice? “If you are in need of assistance I can provide, do let me know.”

Thankful for his general lack of eye contact, she let a few tears fall. 

“I think I’m going to go rest up in the medbay for a little while,” she told him, hoping that her emotions weren’t coming through in her voice. 

“That is likely a good idea,” Tech agreed. “We should be arriving at Coruscant in about two days.”

Thanks for reading! - Dang

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[ladykagewaki]

A short one-shot story about “Our favorite clones of Clone Force 99 enter their golden years.”

If you are sad about a particular season 2 finale, this is how I had always seen the end of their story. 

I’ve updated and cleaned this up a bit. I was so sad when I originally posted that I wasn’t so clear headed. This is a bit better...but I am kinda lazy with my writing.

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Hello!! I've never done one of these on this app before, I find the formating difficult to manage, but here I go!!

My name is Sharkie, and I'm 15! I like to write a variety of things, but I stick to fan fiction, but I do have my own ocs that I write about from time to time! I love my ocs a lot, and might write about them in the future!

I like one piece, obviously, as well a variety of other shows/games/fandoms! That includes Delicious in Dungeon, Aphmau (mystreet + mcd), Naruto, Banana Fish, Sally face, Bungou Stray Dogs, My Hero academia, Mob Psycho, Zelda (any game), Hunter x Hunter, Demon slayer, Detroit: Become Human, The Owl House, Beastars, and lots of others!!

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Chapter Two

A Love and Deepspace Fanfiction (Sylus X OC)

Warnings -> Graphic violence (gun violence, death, blood)

<- Chapter One

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

I understand now why a deer freezes when it hears something disturb its peace, why it doesn't automatically flee when it hears the rustle of leaves or a twig snap nearby. It's because running from a threat it can't see could very easily set a deer on a path straight into the hunter's jaws.

I can't pinpoint where the gun shot came from, it sounded close enough to have fired from any direction. I'm unharmed, so chances are, I'm not the one being targeted.

Or, whoever pulled the trigger missed.

A shiver runs down my spine, but the more I think about it, the less likely that possibility seems. Even if the bullet missed me, it would have had to hit something nearby, and there's no way I wouldn't have seen that. Everything in my general vicinity remains undisturbed, the world lapses back into silence as if nothing happened.

I strain my ears, trying to listen for voices, footsteps, any indicator of where the threat is so I know where not to go. At first I hear nothing, but then-

Sobbing. Someone's crying, wailing into the harsh, cold night.

My feet move without much thought, carrying me towards the scene I logically should be fleeing from. I don't have a weapon, or know any real forms of self defense. I don't even have an Evol. Rushing in could very well mean my own demise, and rushing into something I don't even know the context of?

Something is wrong with me. I've never felt it greater than I do now.

The alley I find myself in is somehow colder than the main street. It's narrow, the brick walls old and fading, overflowing dumpsters and trash cans a hub for a swarm of noisy flies. Mounted to one of the walls is a rusted light, the bulb sparking as it flickers in and out, fighting to stay alive.

Just like the body laid beneath it, raspy breaths and broken sobs echoing in the quiet.

I rush to the man and drop to my knees next to him. His chest is dyed red, blood pooling beneath him and soaking my jeans. He looks to be somewhere in his forties, a nicely kept beard covering his chin and upper lip. He’s pale, so, so pale, and the life slowly draining from him appears in his gentle brown eyes.

I press my hands against his wound, one over the other, and strain myself to apply as much pressure as I'm physically capable. His blood warms my palms, slips between my fingers. It reminds me of sauce getting stuck between them, a sensation that's always driven me nuts and the reason why I avoid eating with my hands if I can.

There's so much blood. I swear I can feel his heart slow down beneath my hands.

"Wh-What happened?" I asked, voice strained as I grit my teeth.

The man coughs, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I-I th-thought she lo-loved me."

He's dying. I've known it from the moment I found him, but still, I raise my head and scream into the night. "Help! Somebody needs help!"

He takes a sharp breath that almost sounds like a chuckle. His hand shakes as he lifts it, and I can't stop myself from taking one hand off his chest to grasp his with. "Y-You... cry over... strangers?"

It's only when he points it out do I realize how badly my eyes are stinging. I tilt my head towards the unforgiving sky and shake my head, trying to force the tears back into my eyes. "That's human, isn't it?"

One corner of the man's lips slowly curls into a weak smile. "Humanity... is rare... here." His next breath is so shallow, I fear it's his last. "My grandpa... was right... angel's do appear... before you..."

His chest stops rising, the large hand in my grip becoming dead weight. I hold my breath, trying to listen for his shallow ones, but there's nothing. Placing his hand gently on his stomach, I press two fingers against his pulse. Again, nothing.

He's dead.

My next exhale shakes as I release it, the nighttime chill prickling my skin as I remove my jacket. I carefully close the man's eyes and drape my coat over his face, the bottom soaking through with blood the moment it touches his chest.

I sit back on my heels, don't immediately turn when a set of footsteps, moving slowly, comes up behind me. I should be concerned about the killer returning, should be ready to plead for my life, but… I feel so numb. Shocked.

How does someone witness another human being die right in front of them and just… carry on?

It takes a while for me to unlock myself. To shift and look up at the man staring down at me. A man with white hair and red eyes, a man I’ve already had a close encounter with tonight.

The words tumble out on their own accord. “I... I couldn’t save him.”

He tilts his head, but says nothing.

My eyes fall back to the dead man. “What do we… We can’t just leave him here.”

“This is the N109 Zone. People die in the streets all the time.” His deep, baritone voice settles in my bones. He’s not being unkind, but…

This poor man’s death has me on edge, and because I’m not thinking of my own self preservation, I look up at him again. This time my face scrunches, eyes narrowing so deeply a few tears I’m still fighting to hold back escape. “That doesn’t make it right!”

I hold his stare, fire clashing with ice with enough force to send shocks of electricity rippling down the alley. A handful of minutes ago, I was fleeing from this man and his intense, almost suffocating presence. Now, I'm angry. So angry at his disregard for human life, I would fight him over it.

The tension between us vanishes when two dark figures casually stroll into the alley, flanking the white haired man on either side. The identical masks hiding their faces gives them away.

"It took you, what, less than ten minutes to find trouble, Little V?" Luke asks, his voice light and cheerful and completely inappropriate for the situation.

Kieran, on the other hand, reads the mood a bit better. "You're not hurt?"

"No." I reply, and turn my attention to the deceased man laying on the cold ground before me. I mentally apologize to his spirit on the off chance it's still around before patting his pockets.

"Woah." It's Luke's voice again. "I didn't take you as someone who robs the dead, Evie."

"I'm looking for ID." I snap, using the same tone I scold my brothers with. "Someone has to tell his family what happened to him."

In the right pocket of his cargo pants, I find a small, flat wallet. There isn't much inside, only a few bills and a couple of coins, not even a debit or credit card. Considering the nature of the N109 Zone, this isn't particularly odd. The smart ones don't walk around with money unless you can either defend it, or you're planning to use it. Luckily, there is a driver's license in one of the card sleeves.

Anthony Presdence, forty-three years old. It's hardly any information, but it's enough to make my throat close. He isn't just another corpse left in the cruel wake of the N109 Zone. He has a name, possibly a family and a job, friends and dreams, a life he'll never be able to return to because someone was selfish enough to take it from him.

It's unforgivable.

I feel lightheaded as I rise to my feet, Anthony's ID still clutched between my fingers. A frost-kissed breeze sweeps by, and now that my jacket has been repurposed, there's nothing to protect me from it. It was thin and nearly useless when snow covers the ground, but it was another layer, nonetheless.

I jump as something heavy falls on top of my head, the ID in my hands plucked from my fingers with ease. My head snaps up to the white haired man who had come closer without me noticing, something about him different now. It's not his expression, he still looks like stone as he inspects at the ID, but his clothes...

I lift my hands to investigate what was covering me, and find a brown, soft leather coat. It almost swallows me whole, the hem touching the backs of my knees. Surprised, I let out a breath that forms a white cloud as it leaves my lips. Without the coat, he only has a turtleneck sweater, slacks, and loafers all in black to keep the cold from eating him, yet he doesn't seem bothered.

"Luke, Kieran." He speaks, something about the deepness of his voice chases away the chill. "Take your friend home."

I huff again, not from surprise this time, but annoyance. "So now you're interested in doing a good deed?"

He chuckles, and it only makes me more irritated. "Have you ever tracked anyone down before? Do you know how to find the real identity of someone with a fake ID?"

I open my mouth, but his words quickly sink in and have me closing it again. I stare at him, blink a few times, and try again. "Fake?"

He tilts the card and uses his thumb to push on the corner. Sure enough, a top layer of film lifts. "It's not even well made, and yet you believed it wholeheartedly. How does someone like you survive in the N109 Zone?"

"By avoiding situations like this." I slip my arms into his coat, and they don't even fill out the sleeves. I cross my arms over myself and look up at him again. Being angry has always exhausted me, and quicker than I'd like, I feel my prickliness melt away. "You'll really find his family?"

The man tilts his head and studies me for a moment. "I'll try."

I shouldn't take him at his word. He's a stranger, someone who came out of no where and did something freaky with my head not long before now. Someone who followed me into this dark, creepy alley with unknown intentions. Maybe he heard my cries for help, or maybe he had some other motive he didn't get the chance to act on.

But I believe him. Belief almost sent me down the road of looking for the family of a man that didn't exist, but I believe him. "Okay. Thank you."

Finally, his mask of stone breaks. It's minimal, a flash of confusion I almost don't catch, but it's there. I don't have the energy for it, the adrenaline in my system finally starting to crash, so I turn and make for the street. The twins follow a step behind me, flanking me on either side as I head for home. There isn't a word exchanged the entire way.

It's only when the crappy apartment building that looks dangerously close to collapsing comes into view that the silence is broken.

"Why did you two call me to the park?" I ask without turning to look at them.

I can sense them stiffen behind me, and for twins who love to talk, tell jokes and play pranks, it takes them a minute to respond.

But I already have an idea of what the answer is, so I push. "Was it to meet that guy?"

"Yeah." Kieran confesses. "We didn't think Boss would react like that. Sorry."

Coming to a stop before the apartment's stairs, I finally turn to them. "Is 'Boss' a nickname? Or do you two really work for him?"

"We work for him." Luke answers this time. "We're his right-hand men."

I hum and spare a glance at the sky. There's no moon, no stars, just darkness. It feels like a void waiting to consume me, a reality check of how little I truly know. For so long, I've wrapped myself in a safety bubble just to survive the harshness that is this city. I've armed myself with what I need to know and avoid what I don't, because knowing too much around here can get a person killed. Hence, I've never asked these odd, masked twins where they came from, how they make a living, nothing. They stumbled into my life on an innocent prank, and I let them stay because they are as amusing to me as I am to them.

Now, I feel like a damn fool. A straight idiot.

How have I survived for so long?

I really don't want to keep asking questions. A sense of foreboding looms over me, whispering that the answer I'm going to receive will strike me in a place that may never recover, but I have to ask. Have to know just how stupid and careless I've been. "And who, exactly, is he?"

The stillness that follows is colder than the January air. Even my heart freezes in my chest, not daring to beat and miss the answer.

Together, the twins strike my naivety. "The boss of Onychinus."

I close my eyes and inhale sharply, the frost in the air making my nose sting. "Oh."

Onychinus. The name turns my stomach into an empty pit. No one lives in the N109 Zone without knowing of Onychinus. The organization differs from others in the sense that they have a hand in almost everything, controlling several webs of illegal activity. This makes them extremely dangerous, because it means there are more ways to piss them off. The fact parents use the leader of Onychinus as a boogeyman to scare their children into behaving says enough.

And I've let his most trusted henchmen into my apartment. Around my brothers. They've never caused harm, but they easily could have.

“Are you mad?” Luke asks. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him sound so conflicted before.

“No.” It's an honest answer. I drop my gaze from the sky to look at them. “I can’t be mad at you for things I never asked about. I still care about the two of you the same way I do my brothers.”

Maybe I should be asking why they wanted me to meet the ever elusive boss of Onychinus in the first place, but I can’t bring myself to ask anymore questions. Maybe it’s weakness, maybe it’s exhaustion, but all I have the mind for now is to tuck myself away in my closet and bury my consciousness into a book, then in sleep.

I wiggle out of the coat and cringe at the sight of undried blood clinging to my arms. Surely, it’s stained the inside of the sleeves. I don’t even want to know how much a coat of this quality cost. "Um, I can wash it-"

"Nah, don't worry about it." Kieran says, taking it from me. "Don't worry about it. Boss can afford a new one."

'Must be nice.' I can't help but think.

"Are you going to be okay?" Luke asks.

I nod and force a tired smile. "Yeah. Thanks for walking me home. Goodnight, you two."

With that, I head up the squeaky wooden steps and enter the apartment building. The stairs inside are made of concrete, and my footsteps echo in the empty stairwell as I make my way to the fifth floor, which happens to be the final floor of the building. Any more levels, and I think this place could have collapsed years ago.

The lock fights my key as per usual, but eventually it lets me in. The apartment is quiet, no sign of my brothers, but at this late hour Simon and Troy are likely asleep. Drew and Mateo must have gone out again.

Or so I think, until Mateo appears in nothing but a pair of cotton pants. He gives me a double take, his caramel eyes growing twice as big. It's the one common thing the five of us share, our mother's eyes. "What the fuck happened to you?"

"I found a man dying on the street." Looking at the floor, I wrap my bloody arms around myself. "I tried to stop the bleeding. I failed."

A heavy sigh fills the room. Then, a pair of arms wrap around me, followed by a friendly kiss to the top of my head. "I'm sorry, Evie."

I close my eyes and drop my forehead against his chest. "I'm too soft for this world, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are." He pats me on the back. "But you make living here a lot easier, so it's fine."

I sigh softly and wiggle out of his hug. "I need to go clean up. Are you and Drew going out tonight?"

Mateo shakes his head. "No, not tonight. We're here if you need us."

Nodding, I step around him and make for the bathroom. Once inside, I strip out of my clothes and step beneath the shower that never runs hot water, the droplets pelting my skin almost as cold as the temperature outside. I spend almost an half an hour scrubbing the blood, trying to remove the slick feeling of it even when the substance itself is gone. I only get out when I can't take the cold water anymore.

It's when I dry myself off that I realize I didn't bring a change of clothes in with me. Wrapping the towel around myself, I peak my head out to make sure the coast is clear, and dash the short distance to my closet room. Hidden safely inside, I change into an old T-shirt with a heavy sweater on top, thick leggings and fuzzy socks, then collapse back against my pillow. The red dragon on my suncatcher shines beneath the lightbulb, the color of the stained glass bringing forth the image of that man's crimson eyes. They really were beautiful, if not a little intimidating.

Sylus. I met Sylus.

Just thinking of his name is enough to wrap my heart in a vice grip, squeezing the organ so hard I can hear it pounding in my ears, ready to explode. Yet fear doesn't flood my body, doesn't make me paranoid enough to wonder if he followed me and found out where I live.

No, this crater opening in my chest is unexplainable agony, pain that runs so deep not even rubbing my chest soothes it. My tongue tingles with a strange urge to speak his name, to call it out, to scream it until he hears me.

I clench my jaw shut, wrap myself tightly in my blankets, and turn onto my side.

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Hi, you can call me Sha or Ge’tal. I’m a fan girl, writer, and artist (sometimes). I’m a book nerd! I’m on Instagram ( knee_s0cks1409 ) TikTok ( techs_goggles99 ) , and I make shuffles on Pinterest ( techs_goggles99 ) ! My general tag is Sha Speaks and my art tag is Sha’s art

Fandoms include: The Band Ghost, Star Wars Prequels (TCW and TBB included) & Republic Commando, DC, Arctic Monkeys, (anime account is @kacchans-gauntlet ), The Hunger Games, the Outsiders, and Wild Kratts.

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My longer fics:

Two Souls Entwined

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (ongoing, unknown number of chapters)

Summary: Niva Veen (oc) x Captain Rex

Clone Heaven ✉️

Clone Heaven (Fives and Fox meet in clone Heaven)

Clone Heaven (Kix and 501st reunion) UPCOMING

TBB Modern AU

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Summary: TBB in a modern setting.

One Time Things: (maybe)

Fi’s on leave (RC 8015 x gender neutral reader) ✉️

Tech, I don’t fit in (Tech x f!reader plantonic, Raven Skirata cameo) ✉️

I Like You (Rex x medic female reader) ✉️

Why Did You Wait For Me? (Crosshair x female reader) ✉️

Mr. Echolocation (Echo x gender neutral reader) ✉️

CX-2 is all that remains (Tech lives) ✉️

TBB Reacts to Ghost (My interpretation of how Clone Force 99 would react to their s/o listening to Ghost) ✉️

More than sniffles (Hunter x gn reader - who’s sick) ✉️

My art:

Death Troopers Helmet ⚠️

TBB Echo

Cody kicking a clanker

Obi-Wan fell asleep (Codywan)

Brainrot Hunter

@/dangracoon’s oc Jaine Vale x Crosshair

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I’ve feeling about making a fanfiction about a woman getting thrown into the hobbit trying to find her husband but also since it’s been so long maybe finding a new love? Let me know what you think!

I don’t own the hobbit this is merely fanfiction!

Thorin x OC

Emily fell into this world and her husband from her world fell in with her from what she thought, but she hasn’t been able to find him. See Emily had just married her best friend Mark but as they hiking up a mountain for a date they both fell into a cavern and it was lights out. When Emily awoke she was alone in a green field with small homes around her. The sun was high and it was the most beautiful place she’d even seen. Emily was wearing dark black jeans with combat boots, a burgundy hoodie, a thin rain jacket and a baseball cap. She had her old phone but that only lasted a day with her battery dying and she had her wallet with some photos of her family. She wondered for a bit before she found a green door. When she knocked on the door a little man name Bilbo Baggins opened the door. To say she was shocked was an understatement. She quickly realized she was in one of her favorite books. And as much fan-fiction as she read she thought she was going to save the line of Durin but…. Bilbo had just turned 57…. Meaning she had three years before the quest even started! Plus the fact she wanted to try to find Mark so she wouldn’t do it alone! But she had no means of travel, money or anything when she landed in the Shire besides the clothes on her back.

Her and Bilbo quickly made friends and he offered a room in BagEnd so she could get a footing. Within those three years she was gifted quite a nice bow set from Bilbo from Bree because she said she was an expert hunter which she was! Back in her world she often went hunting with her father or husband! She helped provide meat and get rid of a pack of wolves from BagEnd! Emily was quite helpful within the Hobbiton community. And it helped her make money for traveling or clothes. She first got five pairs of blue, a couple white cotton shirts, new boots, a traveling pack, arrows, a cloak with a hood made rain resistant. Now even though Emily and Bilbo were friends she kept her secret, never telling him her knowledge of what has yet to come, she wanted to meet with Gandalf and find her husband to return home…. If her husband is even in Middle Earth. She always wondered if Mark was here, alive or thought about her…. But she didn’t know.

All she knew was today was the day. It was Bilbos 60th birthday! Meaning Gandalf should be by today to inquisit some ideas to Bilbo.

She chuckled to herself not believing she been able to witness this world for three years, it went by so fast and now it’s almost time. Her arms ached with the want of going home and her head felt light. She was ready. As she was gathering rabbits for a stew Bilbo wanted she thought maybe I should have gotten more…for the company but she decided against it. This has to happened naturally well until Gandalf tells her to do soemthing.

It was afternoon by the time Emily left to go hunting and now it was dark, she should be able to see the mark and hopefully hear everyone’s voices or make it just after Balin.

She made her way through the quiet Hobbit town looking around she felt sad, she made a small but comfort life here. Made friends and helped more than she could have imagined. To be getting ready to leave left a small hole in her heart. Putting up her gloved finger to her eye Emily wiped off a small tear that threatened to fall. Chuckling to herself she couldn’t believe how attached she got. As she got closer to BagEnd she could hear Bilbo berating the pack of dwarves for pillaging the pantry.

Breathing in a deep of air, Emily had her hand on the door handle ready to start, and go back to her home. The door opened and the soft glow of lanterns lit the room and onto her face.

This is it. The adventure. The hope. Emily was ready. She would not fail saving the love of Durin, finding her husband and going home.

well??? Leave a review please! More chapter to come! I want it to be a slow burn? Hmmm have decided!::)

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 26

"LOVE AND HOPE"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

To read Chapter 24 & 25 - "SEPARATION & THE NIGHTMARE"

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/764929745333927936/vagabonds-chapter-24-25?source=share

Word Count: 2.3K

Background: The return of a friend. Echo comforts Sil. And, the Batchers are given Thoomie's back story from Uncle Taavi. It's a very unorthodox origin story...and one that I am familiar with when another woman I worked with left her baby behind in a locker room, and the police came to my home for questioning. TO BE CLEAR: This story is NOT an attempt to punch down at any one person in particular. This part of the story, much like a lot of other parts sprinkled into this series is a commentary on SOCIETY overall.

The Batch and Taavi ask an open ended question. One that could be seen as scornful, but instead are blunt questions. They don't judge, only contemplate their own luck. And, the scale of value society sets for life in the galaxy.

For anyone new to this series: "LOVE" is the nonbinary/genderfluid neurodivergent/nonverbal Force sensitive kid of the main OC of this series named Mad. Mad is an older single mother, close to almost 50 years of age (not many older female protagonists in stories, so I decided to make one.)

Warning: swearing, angst and brief mention of a LIVE baby in a dumpster (no worries reader, baby is rescued-NO blood or gore, but brief mention of a "blue baby").

(Credit: Cool dividers by @4ngelic-Wh1spers, @plum98 @strangergraphics-archive Pinterest: Blackstar)

Tech tinkered under the Beldame.  It helped keep his mind off of Hunter’s depression and sadness.  This was the first time Tech and the rest of The Batch had seen Hunter openly cry since...well, probably since that Reg broke Hunter’s nose when they were children. 

Thoomie administered a light sedative to Hunter so he could rest and heal for an hour or two.  Taavi announced he would whip up a meal for them all in the Bar’ge ‘N Go’s cafeteria after he was finished with his duties. 

Now that there was access to more tools, equipment, and parts, Tech would have the ‘Dame up to speed in no time.  And, with Echo researching intel, The Batch could help Mad and Sil locate and retrieve LOVE and Tiggy. 

Tinkering away deep in thought, Tech reflected on how so much had transpired since leaving Kamino, then Ord Mantell. 

It had been a DIZZYING turn of events... 

“Well...look WHO popped up” 

Tech was pulled from his rumination, glanced down recognizing a familiar pair of metal heeled boots... 

His eyes widened. 

Immediately he wheeled out from under the ship and sprang up.  Tech slicked back his hair and dusted of his clothing. 

Pushing up his goggles, Phee Genoa came into focus. 

“Hello Brown Eyes.” She slyly smiled. 

Tech stood there speechless... Say SOMETHING!  But...WHAT??? 

Your hair has a buoyant quality that attracts my attention... 

NO... 

The scent wafting up from your skin excites my senses... 

NO NO.... 

The timber of your voice causes prolierection of the hairs on my arms... 

NO! 

The thought of you quickens my heartbeat, resulting in tachycardia... 

NO!!! 

Phee watched amused at Tech’s internal struggle. 

His face began to flush slightly. 

Phee mused ADORABLE when he’s flabbergasted. 

“Uh...hello.” Tech exhaled, trying to keep his cool. 

“Glad you made it off Ord Mantell.  Didn’t expect to see you here.” 

“I am currently repairing this ship...for a close friend.” 

“Oh?  Looks like Madienne Dax’s ship.” 

“Why...yes...it is...” 

“Close friend, you say?” Phee smirked. 

“Why yes.  She’s been very hospitable with sharing it as a living space.  And preparing meals for consumption...” Tech trailed off. 

Maker, I am rambling He cringed. 

“Sounds cozy.” Phee teased. 

Tech silently analyzed Phee’s words.  Cozy?  Peculiar thing to remark.  I am NOT cozy with Mad... 

Phee stood patiently and watched his brain work it out 

Tech’s eyes widened as he made a realization. 

...OH! 

“I should be clear.” Tech raised an index finger to accentuate his point. “HUNTER is Mad’s boyfriend.” 

Phee giggled.  “Just the person to keep Bandana on his toes!” 

“That she certainly does.” Tech smirked. 

Phee leaned in and her voice softened. “Hey...Brown Eyes?”  

“Yes?” Tech answered 

“I missed you.” She smiled. 

“I missed you as well.” Tech beamed. 

Sil sat in the darkened clinic room alone.  The only light filtered out from the bacta tank where Mad floated silently, sleeping with help of a sedative. 

He refused to leave when Thoomie offered to show him to a room on the barge.  Taavi reassured her Sil would be alright.  Just needed time to spend with his auntie and to sift through his feelings alone.  Uncle Taavi moved a hover stretcher next to the tank for his nephew. 

Sil, now lying upon the stretcher, whispered to his auntie. 

“I feel SO lucky you found me Coruscant.  And thank you for taking me with you and LOVE....glad to have you both as family.  We’ll find them, Mad.  Tiggy too.  These guys are gonna help us.  I can feel it.  Please don’t be so sad.  It will work out...” 

He took a deep breath and exhaled. 

“Then we get away from all this trouble that’s been following everyone.  We find a place to hide out.  LOVE will help you have them babies.  And...maybe...you marry Hunter, huh?  We send out a coded signal.  And, when the rest of our family shows up we have a great big Reunion with a Nomaadi wedding...yeah?  We will all be so happy...” 

Sil wiped a stray tear from his eye and sniffled. 

“We get that ole’ Nomaaddi tattooist to mark Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Hunter...they can officially be part of the Star People Family.  Auntie I want to LIVE...instead of just trying to SURVIVE.” 

Sil gathered his hearts wish hoping it would come true with The Force. 

“Hey...you awake?” 

Sil turned over to see Echo faintly standing in the darkness by the clinic doorway. 

“Yeah...just talking to her.  She can hear me...us, you know.” Sil spoke wistfully. 

“She’s probably very grateful to hear your voice.  Can get pretty lonely in there.” Echo strode over to Sil.  “Hey...Taavi is cooking up his all day, all you can eat breakfast.  Don’t know much about it but sounds promising.  Wanna come eat with us?” 

Sil exhaled wearily “Not very hungry...sorry.  Just want to be alone...with my auntie.” 

Echo’s heart went out to Sil  “No worries.  I’ll bring you something later...ok?” 

Sil nodded. 

Echo headed for the door, then turned with conviction. 

“We’ll find LOVE and Tiggy.  Somehow.  Some way.  Promise.” 

Wrecker emerged from the refresher clean and wearing a fresh change of clothes. 

“Ahhh...good to be in a decent sized shower for once.”  He flopped down on the king-sized comfy bed and eyed Omega sitting on the other one across from him.  “You’re turn.” 

She sighed and snuggled deeper into the pillows. 

“Go get cleaned up, ya smell like musty Bantha Butt!” 

“No I don’t.” 

“Yeah...you do.  If I can smell it, you definitely stink.” Wrecker rolled over and propped himself up with a pillow.  “Besides, you don’t want to gross out Hunter when he’s tryin’ to eat, do ya?” 

Omega perked up slightly “He’ll be eating with us?” 

“Yep.  We’re gonna wheel that hover stretcher right up to the table.  No reason for him to be eatin’ alone.” 

“Is Mad going to be alright?  How are we going to find LOVE and Tiggy.” Omega looked so sad.  It broke Wrecker’s heart. 

“Yes to the first question.  Uncle Taavi told me so.  I believe ‘em.”  Wrecker winked.  The second question...”  Wrecker struggled to answer in a way that would give Omega some hope.  “I...don’t know.  But Echo is trying to figure it out.  If anyone can find ‘em, Echo can...” 

“I miss them...and I’m scared they aren’t safe.” Omega whispered. 

“Me too, Omega.”  Wrecker agreed.  “But we can’t do anything about it right now...on an empty stomach.”  He tried to put on a silly face to hide is concern. 

Omega looked skeptical. 

“C’mon...get in the refresher.”  Wrecker negotiated.  “Sooner you clean up, sooner we go eat with Echo and find out if he has any leads.” 

Omega dragged herself off the bed and slowly made her way to the refresher.

“What is Thoomie’s  story” Tech inquired 

The Batchers and Uncle Taavi sat comfortably at a large booth.  Echo had wheeled Hunter into the cafeteria on a hoverchair.  He was healing quickly with a bacta wrap over the sutured area, but still advised to stay off his feet for another standard day.  Echo parked the chair at the table so Hunter could eat with the group. 

A HUGE spread of breakfast food, served all hours during one rotation, sat in front of them.  Omega, Hunter, Echo, Tech, and Wrecker heartily filled their bellies while conversing with Mad’s Nomaadi Uncle. 

At the opposite end of the cafeteria in the game room section a menagerie of droids loudly and happily cavorted with several Tooka kitties. 

“Little Thoo?”  Uncle Taavi flamboyantly waved his hand smiling.  “Well... found her!” 

“A street urchin on some Outer Rim planet, huh?”  Hunter probed, sipping his Meilroon juice. 

Taavi calmly shook his head “Nah, on the bottoms of Coruscant...in a DUMPSTER.” 

Hunter dramatically spit his drink out onto the table.  “Eh...apologies.” He sputtered. 

Omega, ever ready to help her brother, stepped in “It’s ok, Hunter.  I’ve got it.” 

Taavi didn’t miss a beat and tossed a handful of napkins onto the mess and kept speaking.  He gesticulated animatedly no matter whatever the topic of conversation. 

“Yeah...so I got tip about a buncha slightly used but primo ship parts being tossed out for garbage pickup.  Just picked up and hoofed it down there right away.  I ain’t one to let somethin’ valuable go to waste!” 

Echo and Tech were transfixed, caf cups raised, watching this man so casually speak about something so...personal.  Hunter refilled his glass with juice.  Wrecker listened intently while shoveling food in his mouth like it might get away.  Omega absent mindedly wiped the table slowly with the napkins while watching Taavi tell his story. 

“Landed, hiked into the bottoms, found the right location, then hopped right into that dumpster and went to diggin’ through all the stuff people don’t want no more of.  Shit...” Taavi threw his head back and laughed “ALL the stuff the rich up at the top of Coruscant just casually throw out ‘cause they got that money to burn.”   

Taavi other hand shot out and rubbed his fingers together.  “LOTS of ‘garbage’ they would call it...the good stuff.  The people at The Bottoms don’t have nothin’ much ta part with.  They keep as much as they got...which is pretty little.” 

Omega kept slowly, absentmindedly wiping the table.  Hunter sipped his juice.  Wrecker shoveling in food.  Tech and Echo sitting motionless...still haven’t sipped their caf YET! 

Taavi still gesticulating, as if conjuring the story with his hands.  “THEN I hear a noise.  Well...my nosy self thinks it some Tooka diggin’ in that dumpster for some food.  ‘Dem poor little kitteh’s start explorin’ around in there, and then the garbage just caves in on ‘em...and they can’t get out.”  Taavi was intense during this part.  REALLY committed to giving every Batcher at that table a glimpse of how terrified Taavi felt about it. 

“So’s, I dig down and find this backpack...in more than middlin’ condition I might add.  Open it up...like YOU do...” 

The amazement of what must have been on Taavi’s face at the time of the story shone brightly. 

“...and... there SHE was!  This sweet little baby, struggling to breathe, BARELY alive...NO LARGER THAN MY HANDS...” 

Taavi holds out both of his calloused hands.  A poor workman’s hands with starship grease in the worn creases and under his fingernails. 

His face then turned pensive.  “And I think to myself...WHO DOES THAT???” 

The Batchers sat transfixed...stunned. 

“So’s, I took that backpack with that perfect little girlie home with me.  Told myself ‘Taavi, you done found a little gift right in that there dumpster.” 

Omega wiping, wiping.  Hunter sipping.  Wrecker eating.  Echo and Tech motionless. 

Taavi leaned across the table at them, raising his voice “AND SHE WAS BLUE!  BLUE I TELL YA!!!”  Strugglin’ for breath but holdin’ on like a real trooper.  That ship parts tip...that right there was a SIGN!”  Taavi’s index finger stabbed down RIGHT on top of the moist napkins Omega was using to wipe the table.  

Omega stops wiping.  Then Taavi stabs his finger down repeatedly with every other word to DRIVE HOME HIS POINT. 

“The FORCE wanted me to find that little dumplin’ and take care of her!"

Taavi finally takes his hand away from the table, gesturing randomly towards the doorway, where in the heart of the ship Thoomie was treating another client who had arrived needing rudimentary medical attention. 

“You all have seen her now. Happy and healthy as a lee Romay clam!” Taavi smiles tenderly, a glimmer of tears glaze his eyes.  Eyes of love and gratitude for his girl. 

Hunter sees Taavi’s eyes and suddenly struggles to hold back his own glimmer of tears.  Omega gave up on the napkins and picks up her Star Cake.  Echo sits still like a Dugardugar in the Marauder’s headlights.  Wrecker chews... 

Tech... lump in his very composed, logical throat slides his plate of Bantha Bacon and Star Cakes slowly over to Wrecker...who silently takes the plate.  “Apologies...I am NO longer famished...” 

Taavi realizes the impact his story has on the group.  He empathizes with them.  Shared quite a bit just the first day of meeting.  But he felt a closeness with them.  And... Mad doesn’t just make friends with ANYONE...well a particular one was a mistake, but that’s just ONE.  She’s discerning...or she wouldn’t be alive.  The Force whispered to him that The Batchers are discerningly loyal and trustworthy.  Two things worth mineral backing credits to the Nomaadi. 

“Oh, PAL, it’s all A-okay!  My Little Thoo is doin’ GREAT!!!  Don’t let ole’ Uncle Taavi’s story get to ya.”  Taav’s head snaps down to the empty caf carafe on the table.  “Oh GEEZ, what kinda host am I?  Let me get ya a refill!” 

He pops up from the booth and scurries over to the Bar’ge ‘N Go counter for a fresh pot.  The Tooka kittens mob him and he cheerfully ladles eggs and meat from a pan into several bowls.  They mill around happily as he sets the bowls onto the floor. Then belly laughs in pure joy while they fall over one another to get to the food. 

The Batchers sit with everything Taavi said for a while.   

Hunter finally breaks the silence “SOMEONE PUT THEIR CHILD IN A DUMPSTER???” His face is grief stricken. 

Echo mused quietly.  “Makes our childhood look almost like an amusement park ride.” 

Wrecker had NOTHING to say.  He silently enjoyed the contents of Tech’s plate...spacing out...clinging onto the flavors and textures in his mouth, along with the present-day image of a very small, yet healthy and happy teen.  The food helped to push the image of a tiny baby barely clinging to life...barely old enough to cling to any HOPE of salvation from their situation out of his mind... 

Omega takes a bite of her Star Cake, sadly remembering all the very young clones the Kaminoan’s euthanized when they didn’t meet up with their exacting expectations...names and numbers the 99’s had never knew briefly existed... 

Tech could only make a VERY true, yet sad statement.  “WE were CONSIDERED valuable...” He stared into the bottom of his caf cup.  “Apparently...there are many MORE in the galaxy who fail to reach even close to that arbitrary standard...” 

TO READ CHAPTER 27:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/773452066226159616/vagabonds-chapter-27?source=share

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[lightwise]

Masterlist

Hey there, friend 🌻 You can call me Light or Lightwise ✨ This is my little corner of Tumblr mostly dedicated to Star Wars (especially the Bad Batch, clone boys, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan). I am a photographer and writer in my early thirties who spent her childhood telling stories to herself while riding her bike in circles around her driveway. Little did I know at the time that would be considered fan fiction and that however many years later I would find myself nerding out in the Star Wars fandom and loving every second of it ✨

I write a lot of in-depth analyses and musings, which are tagged with #somelightramblings | #some light ramblings (for a touch of irony, because they are usually anything but light or short :D).

My image edits are tagged with #somelightedits | #some light edits

My fics/writings are tagged with #lightwisewrites | #lightwise writes

My fic recommendations are tagged with #somelightreading

I currently do not take fic requests but you can find my writing (a mix of one-shots and long-form WIPs) on here as well as on AO3.

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated 🤗 and feel free to use my edits for headers or PFPs with credit!

This blog contains both SFW and NSFW content, so minors DNI, 18+ only please and thank you 👀

moon dividers by @djarrex 🩷

Btw, I talk mainly about Star Wars with an emphasis on my favorite Bad Batch Boys, but I love many other fandoms/shows/books as well and welcome any conversations/sliding into my DMs to discuss them or other random (SFW) topics!

Narnia (my first fantasy love) | Mystery of Aaravos (The Dragon Prince) | Gilmore Girls | Marvelous Mrs. Maisel | A Series of Unfortunate Events | Shadow and Bone | LoTR | TrollHunters | Gravity Falls | Studio Ghibli  | Anything Jane Austen or 18th and 19th century literature | Sound of Music | And whatever you want to talk about! My Asks are always open!

Key:  🤔 = long analysis  📷 = image edits (alone or within analysis posts) 🫣 = Potentially disturbing or triggering content (mental health, implied violence or dying, etc.) 🔥 = NSFW/spicy content

My Fics

Plan 99 - Short one-shot fic from Tech's perspective. I wanted to show the thoughts that must have been running through his mind as he fell. The love he has for his family. The peace he has in his decision. (from the season finale of TBB season 2)

Tumblr link | AO3 link

Coming soon: Compass and the North Star (long-form fill in the gaps of TBB season 2, focused on Rex and Echo's efforts to free their clone brothers).

Be There - I had to fill in a couple of moments that we didn’t get in S3 E4 - A Different Approach. Hunter and Crosshair's perspectives on trying to find/escaping with Omega and their impending reunion.

Collaborations:

🔥 Sharp Edges - (with @spicy-clones) (ALL of the spiciness, minors do NOT read!)

Tumblr link | AO3 link

Coming soon: Pabu Wedding (with @drafthorsemath)

Inspired by other fics:

The Adventures of Gonky the Cat - Slight spoiler, Gonky is a cat in the modern AU fic Roasted, Brewed, & Served with Attitude (see description below), and I decided to write his backstory/fill in some of his adventures. This is a WIP, currently there are no spoilers in it, but eventually there will be some chapters that give spoilers for later in the story (and will be noted as such).

Gemini Eyes - This one shot fits in as a chapter in between chapters 85 and 87 of Roasted, Brewed, & Served with Attitude (see description below). DO NOT read it unless you have made it that far in Mel's work, otherwise you will have pretty significant spoilers. I had a lot of fun working with Mel's versions of each character, and it's always a joy to write Tech's thought processes and mannerisms. 

Fic Recs

Roasted, Brewed, & Served with Attitude - by MelMorganne99 over on AO3. It's a clever, emotional, modern AU with Crosshair x OC (and one of the best OC characters I've ever read). This fic helped me understand and appreciate the nuances of Crosshair's personality and emotional journey, and has given me endless writing inspiration. And the author is one of the kindest, most engaging people I've ever met online. Please, please, please do yourself a favor and read it. There are 99 chapters but they're on the short side and full of snarky humor and sometimes surprising cameos. This is a full blown fix it fic too, although not always in the ways you might expect!

The Vacation - by @staycalmandhugaclone is one of the best Crosshair fics (and smut fics in general) I've ever read. The writing style haunts me and both Crosshair and the OC are beautifully characterized.

More will be tagged soon!

Show/Character Analyses & Edits

The Bad Batch

S2

🤔 Know Your Showrunners

🤔 + 📷 Phee and the Bad Batch

🤔 + 📷 Why Mayday is a Mirror of Rex (How Crosshair Predicted His Own Redemption Arc) + an excellent comment addition.

🤔 + 📷 There is Something to be Said for Freedom (Crosshair in The Tipping Point)

🤔 + 📷 Fennec season 3 TBB Predictions

S3

🤔 They Don't Know

🤔 + 📷 Project Necromancer

🤔 + 📷 Tech and Crosshair Parallels

📷 Hunter and Wrecker

📷 Omega Smiling at Crosshair

📷 Separate / Together

🤔 Thoughts on Crosshair's Hand Tremor

🤔 + 📷 Crosshair's Choice

🤔 There is No "We"

🤔 Crosshair Sighs

📷 Recognition

🤔 + 📷 Omega Is Not Okay

📷 Get Up Here

📷 Return to The Outpost - Images Part 1 | Part 2

🤔 + 📷 Full Circle - The Return to The Outpost

📷 Crosshair Portraits

🤔 + 📷 I Am Many Things But I Am Not Your Enemy (Ventress)

🤔 I Never Gave Up On You (Parallels between Luke and Omega)

🤔 + 📷 Hidden Monsters (TBB and the monsters they face)

🤔 + 📷 They Call Themselves The Bad Batch

🤔 + 📷 Remain Calm. Cooperate. And You Might Survive. (Analysis of Emerie Karr) + excellent comment addition

Star Wars (general)

📷 Huyang and Tech

🤔 The Force - Part 1 and Part 2

🤔 + 📷 Project Necromancer

Ahsoka

📷 Life and Death (Ahsoka series ep 5 + Tales of the Jedi ep 1)

📷 They Reflect Each Other (Ahsoka and Anakin as master and padawan, Ahsoka series ep 5)

🫣 + 🤔 Ahsoka’s Choice (Ahsoka series ep 5)

🤔 The Face of War (Ahsoka series ep 5)

📷 Red and Blue (Ahsoka series ep 5)

📷 Anakin’s Clone Wars Robes (Ahsoka series ep 5)

Ahsoka’s Direction (Ahsoka series ep 5)

Mandalorian

The Protector (Satine, Bo, & Din as rulers of Mandalore) + excellent comment additions

Episode Reactions

Ahsoka Series: Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4

The Bad Batch (Season 3): Episodes 1-3 | Episode 4 | Episode 6 | Episode 7

Headcanons

Hardcase

Wolffe

Crosshair

Tech

Cody

Jesse and Hunter

Random Musings

Psychometry (Ahsoka)

Hunter and Obi-Wan: Similarities

About Me/Tag Games

15 Questions

TBB Asks Game 1

TBB Asks Game 2

TBB Asks Game 3

TBB Asks Game 4

[apocalyp-tech-a]

An Unusual Alliance excerpt:

“Do you see them?” Tech asked.

“Yes. There are two different ones that we did not see before, cybernetic enhancements.”

“Yes, Haxion Brood syndicate, but the female Rodian we saw last time seems to be closing in on us first.”  Tech ushered Layna down the main road, walking the traffic side with his hand behind her back.

Layna threw her head back in laughter so she could peak behind them. “She has her weapon drawn, she is hurrying toward us.”

Tech now grabbed Layna's arm and pulled her down a side street and they broke in to a run. A blaster shot sparked against the wall where they had just hurried past. Tech unholstered his blaster and shot behind them, motioning to Layna to take the lead ahead of him.  The blue toned Rodian ducked behind a garbage drum, but was soon on their trail again. At the end of the alley between the buildings, Layna stopped.  A small metal ball hovered slowly in midair and spun to a stop, its tiny red lights blinking very quickly signaling that it was about to go off before Tech and Layna could find proper cover.

Tech's protective instincts kicked in and he shielded Layna bodily as an enormous shockwave from the Haxion Brood repulsor grenade knocked them both backwards off their feet. Layna's ears rang as she shook her head, trying to recover from the blast. Tech seemed to do the same, but a little quicker as he was already up and started shooting with one hand as he pulled Layna up by her bicep with the other. A Haxion cyborg appeared at the end of the alleyway with blaster rifle in his half metal half flesh hands, his long black duster swaying around two metal legs. Layna grabbed Tech's other blaster from its holster and started shooting as well, walking backwards, stepping over the Rodian who was behind them and had been knocked unconscious from the repulsor shockwave grenade.

Unlike the Rodian, this bounty hunter was shooting round blue rings at them. Stun bolts. The Haxion Brood syndicate wanted them alive for the larger bounty.

*Imagine my excitement when I heard a Haxion Brood mention in Episode 8 because they play a very small part in my Tech x OC fan fiction An Unusual Alliance as you can see in the excerpt. Here's the link if anyone wants to give it a chance hopefully:

[my-morai]

The final chapter of Look for the Light is complete! But it's not the end of the story... part two, "Search in the Shadows" is in the works!

[evalolxo]

Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 5

summary - two wrestlers are put in a storyline and it quickly becomes real.

warnings - getting caught (gasp), mentions of sex, kissing, swearing

word count - 1.3k

kat's pov

"hey" i smiled brightly at the rest of evolution and randy smirked and quickly threw an arm around me, randy and i had made multiple sex tapes last night after the first and i could tell he wanted everyone to know he was mine.

he pulled his phone out his pocket and showed me his lock screen and it was me between his thighs in my underwear making me quickly shut his phone off in a panic making him laugh.

"i don't plan on showing anyone anything of what's mine don't worry baby" he whispered into my ear and i nodded at him before he kissed my head and evolution were all looking at already done with our shit.

randy and i never made anything official last night, i'm guessing it was a one night thing.

luckily neither of us had a match tonight but we were here supporting batista who did, luckily or all my hickies would've shown.

we walked into catering and i noticed mark sitting all alone and excused myself from my faction to sit with him, many people looked at me like i was crazy to sit next to the deadman.

"hey kid" he spoke as i sat down and i smiled at him.

"hi, you looked lonely" i told him as i crossed my legs and he smiled a little making everyone in the rooms eyes widen.

"sitting with the deadman, brave choice" he joked and i rolled my eyes and he laughed making everyone even more shcoked.

"you excited to stand ringside and sabotage?" he asked me and i turned to him smiling and nodded.

"yeah it'll be me and randy ringside" i told him and bit my lip smiling at the sound of his name coming out my mouth.

"oh hell no, what the fuck was that?" mark asked me seriously now crossing his arms and i turned to him confused at what he meant.

"that little lip bite smile, don't tell me you and orton have something going on besides this little storyline" mark told me glaring at me and i had to bit my lip to stop myself smiling before i shook my head.

"of course not" i stated acting all shock that he'd even think of assuming that, even though it was very true.

"better not, he's not good enough for my little girl" mark stated and my heart warmed at the fact he still considered me a daughter.

time skip

all of evolution were in the ring celebrating batistas win when randy turned to me and picked me up with his arms and swung me around making me laugh loudly.

he then kissed my cheek as he put me back down making me giggle and push his shoulder teasingly to which he raised an eyebrow at.

ric and hunter had batistas hands in the air and i came up behind batista hugging his side showing my support while randy just smirked at batista who nodded back to randy.

we began to walk back out and randy intertwined our fingers and kissed the back of my hand making me shyly smile as he smirked cockily down at me.

as soon as we got backstage hunter gave batista his congratulations before coming over to me and randy.

"you two are doing great, fans are already talking about it on the internet, keep it up" he told us putting his thumbs up and i nodded excitingly at him while randy just threw an arm over my shoulder smugly.

"it's what we do best" randy stated and i slapped his chest making him say ow dramatically before leaning back slightly making me drag him back closer to me.

he kissed the side of my head and stayed looking down at me while i turned to hunter who was looking at us with an obvious glare and i shook my head while smiling a little.

"you guys are lying about something here" hunter stated making everyone turn to us, i tried to take a step away from randy but he just pulled me back even closer.

"there is nothing going on between us at all" randy spoke with a sarcastic tone and i rolled my eyes and pulled away from randy but kept our hands intertwined.

"i'm going to go to the locker room" i told them unlinking my hand with randy and walked away, but as soon as i made it to my locker room i felt someone shove me in.

i turned around angrily but then i calmed down instantly when i seen it was randy.

"you fucking scared me randy" i chuckled while shoving him to which he pulled me back and pulled me back into a kiss.

i instantly kissed him back and his hands travelled to my waist pulling me way closer to his body and i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started playing with the hair on the back of his neck making him shudder into the kiss.

his tongue slipped through into my mouth unexpectedly making me let out a breath and he smirked before quickly grabbing my ass and pulled me closer.

"well well well" we heard and i pulled away and looked at the door while randy just looked to the roof annoyed his hands not leaving my ass.

we turned to see trish stratus and i smiled upon seeing her and pulled away fully from randy and went over to her hugging her.

she hugged me back and when we pulled away she put her hands on her hips and looked between randy and i.

randy came up behind me and wrapped his arms round my waist and rested his head on top of my head and looked down at trish unimpressed that she had interrupted us.

"we're not dating" i clarified and she raised an eyebrow at me while randy huffed quietly but i could feel his chest let out a huff.

"yet" randy added smirking even though i couldn't see him i knew he was smirking.

"so is this your guys' dirty little secret?" she asked closing the door behind her so no one could hear her talking about it.

"a little yeah, but we fucked last night and-"

i cut randy off by elbowing his ribs making him double over in pain while groaning.

"you will be telling me all the details later on" trish told me and i smiled and nodded while biting my lip while randy was still groaning in pain.

"there's multiple videos" randy managed to tell her in a pained voice making me turn to him again shocked and trish burst out laughing making me roll my eyes at the two of them.

"that you will not be seeing!" i stated to trish and randy stood back up and grabbed my head gently shoving it making me stumble and i giggled.

"stop doing that!" i giggled and he pulled me closer and kissed me softly before pulling back.

"i'm still here guys" trish stated her hands still on her hips and randy turned to her annoyed.

"then leave" he stated and i smacked his chest disapprovingly and randy rolled his eyes and trish crossed her arms annoyed before sending me a smile and sending randy a middle finger before leaving and closing the door.

"i thought she'd never leave" randy stated before leaning in to kiss me but i gave him a dirty glare making him furrow his eyebrows.

"what?" he asked me furrowing his eyebrows putting his hands on my hair petting it softly.

"don't be rude to trish" i told him and he smirked and rolled his eyes before kissing my forehead which made me smile a little.

"i'm sorry, i won't next time darling" he told me and kissed me softly and i immediately gave in and kissed him back to which he smirked on my lips.