#hunter/tech

[rendomski]

It's an ultimate Hunter/Tech moment.

Tech saying that Hunter is never wrong <3333

[sergeantgoggles]

Prompt: Fireflies Ship: Hunter/Tech Rated: G .

“What the hell...?” Hunter scowls at the little yellow lights that flicker across the windshield of his parked ship, clearly and utterly perplexed. 

“Fireflies!” Tech gasps softly as he jolts out of his seat to lean on the console and get a better look. 

“Fireflies?” Hunter repeats, and his expression changes dramatically when he sees the absolute elation on Tech’s face. His smile is contagious, and his eyes are bright and wide with wonder. 

Hunter relaxes, and a smile tugs on the corner of his lips as Tech talks about the tiny little bugs with light up butts with awe and enthusiasm. If Tech likes them, he supposes they can’t be that bad. 

[huntressdarkness]

PS. More fic details are available below. :)

Yes, sorry, you only get to pick one. XD

Aflame (Crosshunt) – Hunter and Crosshair might be together now after Crosshair’s rescue post Outpost, but they haven’t really addressed, much less dealt with, everything they did to each other. They can only ignore it for so long. Last part of the Aloft series.

Breathless (Hunter/Tech) – Post-Bracca aftermath where Hunter and Tech explore choking as a way of coping with what happened there with Wrecker. Background polybatch.

Lead Me Unto Redemption (Crosshunt to Polybatch) – Hunter’s chip was activated by the Empire after his capture, and even if he and Crosshair are with the Batch again, they need to get it out before Hunter’s Imperial loyalties kick in. And then they need to deal with getting him (and mainly Crosshair) back. Last part of the Lead Me series.

Mirror Image (Crosshunt to Crosshair/Hunter/Crosshair/Hunter) – Post-S3 Crosshair and Hunter end up in the past before S1. Their mission is to save their family. Hunter’s mission. Crosshair’s mission involves making their younger selves hook up.

Rapture (Polybatch) – Crosshair discovers CX-2 is Tech on Tantiss and tries to get through to him. He tries to deal with the consequences of his failure alone. Crosshair angst. The Batch have to put themselves back together in the aftermath of S3. Currently a WIP series.

Star-crossed (Crosshunt) – After E1, Crosshair and Hunter start having comm sex. It gets Complicated very quickly. Enemies to lovers, mutual pining, Hunter’s guilt complex.

Stardust (Crosshunt to Crosshair/Hunter/Anakin/Rex) – Captured by the Zygerrian queen, Crosshair, Hunter, Anakin, and Rex are not having a fun time at all. She’s fixated on Anakin and has every intention of using the others to control him. Non-con/rape is a prominent feature in this one. Currently a WIP series.

True North: Dominoes (Echo/Fives, Echo/Rex, Fives/Rex) – Canon compliant fic exploring Echo, Fives, and Rex’s relationships with each other throughout the war.

Written Down in Eternity (Crosshunt) – Crosshair non-cons Hunter after his capture on Daro to prove Hunter belongs to him. Slowburn Crosshunt where they have to deal with the aftermath of Crosshair’s bad choices (even if he wasn’t in his right mind).

[bitterfishiesstuff]

Old fic dump, turning into current ish fic dump. The fics that most folks found me through

What is Touch Between Friends series, AO3 link:

Rating: E

Pairing: Bad Batch poly, Crosstech focused in Mosaic, with a Huntech addition because my lovely co writer for most of the series @sergeantgoggles must captain her ship 🚢

Summary-

WiTBF: Echo wasn't stupid. People forget that when they're confronted with 501st ARC trooper crazy. But to be able to survive that crazy you have to be able to plan it and adapt on the fly. Which is why after a month Echo had figured out who was sleeping with who in the Batch. They were all sleeping with each other.

Mosaic: They've been on the run for months with out Crosshair when Tech gets a message. Crosshair wants Technician and he's willing the bargain.

Say it's Alright: It's been a while since Hunter and Tech have had a night to themselves. Hunter steps up to change that and to make sure they're still on the same page after the upheavals and readjusting of Crosshair leaving and returning to them.

Stickers: Crosshair and Tech's dynamic as Technician and Nexu continues, even with the added challenges of a child on board

[black-raine]

The Touch Of Hands | Hunter/Tech

Broken. So many pieces were utterly shattered upon the ground at his feet. For a moment he stared at them, silently sulking upon the idea of walking all the way back to The Havoc Marauder without them. 

"You...good?" Hunter asked hesitantly, a hand wanting to grip Tech's shoulder in some sort of halfhearted comfort. 

Tech steadied himself against a nearby tree and looked up at what was now a blurry face, "I will manage." So he had told, yet there was an obvious doubt to his tone. 

During a strange errand off world from Cid, they'd gotten thrown off the path back to their ship. And after a few minutes of trudging through thick forest, it had finally happened. Tech had tripped over a vine in a poor attempt to check his device while trying to keep up the pace with Hunter, who was busy navigating through the tough conditions himself. And let's just leave it at, don't ever fall and bang your head against the meanest rock in the whole damn galaxy. 

It was cold and dark with the moon supplying only minimal light through the treetops, and if Tech really wanted to even make out the outline of his companion's face he had to squint quite heavily. Because without his goggles, he was practically as visually impaired as the first man who had figured out it was bad to stare at the sun. And even that was an understatement. 

Hunter smirked; he knew how bad Tech's eye sight was, but if the fool wanted to stumble around in the jungle, then who was Hunter to stop him? "If you say so," he said through a small chuckle, knowing he'd be helping after a couple of trial and errors. 

Tech ignored him with a roll of his eyes, focussing on feeling what was around himself. Yet, that wasn't too helpful either, apparently. The first step in and he was already face planting into a tree, embracing it like his only hope of a secure lifeline. 

Hunter sighed as he turned around, yet only to glance upon him disappointingly; he'd at least thought Tech would've made it a minute or two. Guess he was wrong too. "Need any help yet?" 

Tech drew in a deep breath before nodding, grip loosening on the tree in a small pout of shame. "I suppose so." 

Hunter hummed whilst stretching out an inviting hand to him, ready to take hold of his technician. "Take my hand," he called in a gentle voice, understanding how Tech must've felt at the moment. 

He was dead wrong...again.

Tech's heart throbbed at the kind tone his leader used while slowly creeping his own hand towards his, fingers reaching out in an eager hast to hold Hunter's hand. Was this really necessary? There had to be another way, but like hell Tech was passing up this chance. 

Their hands slid together, palms fitting into one another's like a missing piece to a puzzle. 

Tech looked to the ground as he felt the heat rush to his cheeks, tinting them pink. The pad of his thumb rubbing in a single circle, feeling the fabric clothing the top of Hunter's hand. It was...stimulating. 

"Shall we?" Hunter gestured towards the blurry forest ahead, grip slightly tightening around Tech's needy hold. 

He nodded, seeming to snap out of his fixation at Hunter's gingerly voice. 

This was going to be a long walk. 

However, somehow within the span of twenty minutes on their journey through the dirt and brush, it had turned into a little more then that. Truth was, Hunter could feel the absolute pounding of Tech's heart through the mere connection they currently shared, and it would be a waste of an opportunity if he didn't take the chance to mess with his technician at least a little. 

"Something on your mind?" Hunter asked, an all-knowing tone hidden behind his curious sounding words. 

Tech shrank a bit behind him, getting the hint that he might've noticed his continuous staring over the past few minutes. "Nothing at the moment, no." Lies. 

Devilishly smirking behind the cover of his helmet, Hunter yanked on Tech's arm causing him to stumble forwards into Hunter's "innocently" waiting embrace. 

Tone lowered to a husky pitch Hunter grabbed at his companion's hip, gaze intimidatingly locked onto the others before grounding out the words; "Really? Seemed like there was..." 

Tech gulped. Sound caught in his ever so tightening throat as he stared into the dark and mysterious visor of his capture's. His heart rammed against his rib cage, rapidly sped up to an unbearable pace. 

Hunter smiled, gladly sliding his free hand along Tech's side to help him stable himself once more. The proud feeling in his chest swelled, knowing that he could make his companion so overly thrilled simply at the touch of his hand. 

Tech said nothing as they began walking again, for once too caught up the adrenaline rushing through his head to speak. Only now did it come to him that Hunter could feel his reactions so clearly, and in knowing that he hung his head low, feeling cowed. 

Soon, they'd finally arrived back to The Havoc Marauder safe and sound. The breath of relief being a welcoming feel upon seeing it's dull and dirtied haul. 

Hunter hesitantly released Tech's hand, creating a slow drag of their fingers along one another's warmed palm. "That wasn't so bad," Hunter sighed while removing his helmet, feeling somehow not completely content just yet. 

"Agreed." Replying somewhat shyly, Tech copied his motions, also unmasking. He felt it too, as if something wasn't complete between them after all that.

It lingered, and for a solid two minutes they stood shoulder to shoulder, not moving a muscle. 

Until he did. 

Hunter was the one to attempt a first step forward, trying to vacate the building of whatever that unyielding aura was. Which didn't go quite as he planned. 

Tech uncharacteristically moved into his path, tripping his commander into his awaiting arms. 

Hunter reached out, a small grunt of surprise slipping out of him as he now held desperately onto Tech's shoulders. Brown eyes gazing down at him with such intensity. 

"You felt it earlier. Do you feel it now?" Tech asked, voice thickening sternly. His hand clenched around now Hunter's hip, the other placed comfortably onto his back for stability. 

Swallowing hard, Hunter suddenly was hit with a rush of heat boiling in him. It washed over his entire person as he now stared into the stone cold eyes of his technician, nodding firmly to confirm that he did, in fact feel the same. 

It took nothing more then that for Tech's hand to glide up from his hip to his hair, tilting Hunter's head until their lips met halfway in a passionate kiss. Their first kiss. 

It was heated yet neat, and the pecking only continued as their mouths kept clashing together. And before they knew it, positions had switched with Hunter pinning Tech down into one of The Havoc Marauder's chairs. 

Knee wedged between supple thighs Hunter planted his hands on either side of Tech's head, kissing down from his mouth and trailing pecks along his jaw whilst listening to his companion's easing moans as their hands gripped at his chest plating tightly. 

Yeah... This wasn't bad one bit. 

[Words: 1,225.]

[eelfuneral]

Maybe I just have my shipping goggles on too tight, but I thought that it was super cute that Tech’s first instinct upon discovering that the markings on the wall were older than the Republic was to tell Hunter.

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[lornaka]

If you ever need us, we'll be there.

[boggsart]

audio seemed fitting

[rendomski]

Crosshair: Tech, why is Hunter in your bed?

Tech: Because we're sleeping together, obviously.

Crosshair: Since when?!!

Tech, yawning: Since approximately 0:15.

[sergeantgoggles]

Prompt: Support Ship: Hunter/Tech Rated: T .

“You sure this is gonna work?” Hunter growled and adjusted his weight, shifting the man on his shoulders. It wasn’t that Tech was hard to support, but he’d been up there for a while, and Hunter needed to move. 

“It will, and it would go much faster if you would hold still,” Tech shot back with an annoyed clip to his tone as he fiddled with the wires in the ship’s cooling system. “Let me remind you that I would not have to be up here if you had not made Crosshair angry by telling him that the ship was cold enough without him in it.” 

Hunter chuckled at that, because it was kriffing funny, but Tech disagreed and squeezed his thighs around Hunter’s head painfully. It was easy to forget sometimes that Tech could certainly put enough pressure on him to kill him like this if he tried. 

“If you move again, Hunter, the next time your head is between my legs it will not be for pleasure,” Tech threatened, and it only served to make Hunter laugh harder.

[zaana]

On the last Bad Batch eve, thank you from the bottom of my heart to the creators, the fandom, and the wonderful people i've met ❣️ TBB and these characters mean more to me than i could ever put into words, and they will stay a part of me forever

[bitterfishiesstuff]

I'll use any excuse to feed my Huntech agenda, for the kiss roulette? -Rin

Of course oh captain! 40- impulsive kiss (added in a few of your head canons for funnzies)

To see Hunter in his element was something Tech had thought would always be fascinating as a cadet. When they were being molded into an elite squad it had been mesmerizing to see Hunter pin point electronics and more with seemingly arbitrary actions.

But that had been when they were younger. Now he knew Hunter felt electromagnetic fields just as he could feel wind on his skin. That the seemingly random actions where to gain more data on distance and strength of the fields. He'd become so used to it that most times he completely missed Hunter using his enhanced senses, his nose to far buried in his datapad trying to find Intel or sometimes in the pursuit of his own interests.

Occasionally though he'd look up as Hunter was running a hand through the dirt, enhance senses taking a back seat to a skill that they had all learned but Hunter had taken to best. His tracking skills worked in tandem with his senses. Finding the fastest routes to any target, sometimes even quicker then he could himself.

This time it was training, but that didn't take from the pleasure of seeing Hunter where he wanted to be most. In the field, guiding them to another victory. Where his Sergent belonged.

Hunter smiled at him, eyebrow cooked with a hint of concern in his eyes. "Everything good? You've been staring, Ace."

"Yes. We are on track to complete the mission two rotations early if we keep this pace." He walked over to Hunter and put away his data pad. A moment of impulsiveness took over and he took off his helmet. There were no cameras here.

"Keep your bucket on-?!" Hunter's words died, silenced by lips pressed against his for a brief kiss. Tech didn't often give into impulses, but with Hunter his logic seemed to leave in moments of fancy.

And it always paid off. Hunter quickly wrapped an arm around him to readjust to the kiss. Their buckets knocking against each other as they parted.

"What was that for?"

"... You are very attractive when you are focused on a goal."

Hunter chuckled and slipped his bucket back on. "Keep watching then. I'll be your dream man for the next two rotations."

Tech slipped his own bucket on with a soft huff. Hunter always was his dream man. He was made for him after all.

[black-raine]

I suddenly had an idea and i am in love with it, so just fangirl with me for a moment…

Do you realize how neat it is that Hunter could tell anyone’s heart beat per minute. How useful that would be when it comes to medical assistance. Because as Tech has once said when referring to his ability; “Hunter’s never wrong.”

Short:

Hunter and Tech crouched above a clone who’d been shot down in battle, the heat still reigning over them chaotically.

Swiftly pulling out a medkit Tech scrambled through it’s contents for something useful. Anything to help save this man’s life. “Pulse?” He asked as calmly as he could manage, swallowing dryly.

Hunter firmly pressed two fingers to the clone’s wrist, “twenty one beats per minute,” Hunter said coldly, most likely coming to the same conclusion Tech did.

This man was going to die…

[eelfuneral]

A Hunter/Tech modern AU fic where they meet at a very loud party and commiserate over being trapped in Sensory Hell.

[mroddmod]

one of the very few to show the batch kindness back on kamino