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decembermidnight · 8 months ago

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Don't lose your focus

Summary: As a Jedi Padawan fighting during the Clone Wars, you and your Master are used to teaming up with Clones. But none are as intriguing as Clone Force 99 and their leader, Sergeant Hunter. Sparks fly immediately and it's difficult to keep your focus. With the mission complete, perhaps the two of you will finally give in and indulge in your desires...

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!fem!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: smut, 18+ MDNI, Dom!Hunter, use of pet names (sweetheart), shameless flirting, mentions of alcohol consumption, masculinity kink, voice kink, light choking, hand kink, body worship, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm delay, creampie

A/N: This is the result of me watching The Bad Batch while ovulating. This is (probably) not how the Force works but your honour I was horny. Thank you to my dear @thefrogdalorian for the immense help and support! I love you so much! Amazing divider by @saradika-graphics At the end of the fic you'll find the links to some amazing Hunter fanarts I found here on Tumblr! These were such an inspiration when writing and I wanted to thank and credit the artists for creating such amazing pieces!

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Another day, another dangerous mission in the Outer Rim.

Nothing new for you and your Master who are used to leading these missions successfully. The only difference is that this time you'll be assisted by Experimental Unit Clone Force 99. It’s the first time you even heard about them, but your superiors assured you they’re best suited for this job. A highly-skilled squad of defective clones with desirable mutations? Sounds interesting.

Apparently, The Bad Batch, as they call themselves, despise rules and protocol and adopt unusual methods to get the job done… Much like you and your Master.

Their ship has just made a bumpy landing on the field, causing a fuss. You watch curiously as the squad descends the ramp. There are four of them, and they undoubtedly look badass in their black armour.

The first one – their leader, you assume – removes his helmet and... damn. Damn. He's hot, with a confident look in his deep brown eyes. He also has long, wavy, dark hair; a feature which has always been a weakness of yours. His face is half covered in a tattoo that resembles a skeleton. He's undoubtedly the most charming of the Batch, and also the most attractive clone you’ve ever come across.

“I’m Sergeant Hunter,” he rasps as he greets you and your Master. His voice is deep and husky, very different from those of all the other clones you’ve met so far.

After introducing himself, Hunter moves to quickly describe the peculiarities that make each of the members of the team unique. As you stand back to observe them, you can’t help thinking just how much fun they are. Wrecker (the strong one) is getting reluctantly lectured by Tech (the smart one) while Crosshair (the laconic and lethal sniper) stands there in silence. He reminds you of your Master so much.

As much as you enjoy observing the rest of the squad, you find your gaze returns to Hunter, the clone with enhanced senses. You are unable to tear your eyes away from him. You know you have to keep it together, but you can’t help eating him with your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his body, on the way his pauldrons make his shoulders even broader, how much the black colour of his armour suits him.

You have just begun fantasising about the way his strong body would look without the armour when you notice Hunter staring directly at you. Busted. You lock eyes for a few seconds and you just know that he understands the nature of the thoughts you’re having about him. Then, your pounding heart skips a beat when Hunter winks at you. It is a split-second gesture that is over so quickly amidst the chaos of the conversation, a little secret between the two of you. You smile flirtatiously at him in response.

The whole group begins heading towards their ship, The Marauder. While the rest of the Batch and your Master head up the ramp towards the ship that will take you to the rendezvous point, you and Hunter pause at the bottom.

“I’m afraid I haven’t caught your name, sweetheart?” Hunter asks, breaking the silence with his deep, raspy voice.

"I am a Jedi, not a sweetheart," you point out teasingly and look at him with crossed arms, trying to sound tough.

"A Padawan," he reminds you with a smirk on his face.

You watch curiously as Hunter takes your braid – the unmistakable sign of your rank as an apprentice – between his fingers. He gently rolls it between his gloved finger and thumb contemplatively as his brown eyes meet your gaze once again.

"I technically outrank you, Sergeant," you say, challenging him.

"You do, Commander," Hunter nods, but makes no effort to move his hand away from your braid, or to interrupt eye contact.

Hunter can tell that you don’t mind the gesture. As if to push the boundaries further, he moves his hand from your braid to gently place it on your cheek. The leather of his glove feels soft against your face. You are stunned that a seasoned soldier such as him can actually be so gentle in the way he touches you.

You can feel the tension coming from the two of you, a simmering fire somewhere deep within. It's only a matter of time before it boils over. You look at each other straight in the eyes, neither one of you daring to look away.

Just as you're about to tease him with yet another witty reply, you hear the sound of footsteps at the top of the ramp.

"Hey, Hunter, are you gonna come with us or what?!" Wrecker shouts, abruptly interrupting your shameless flirting.

"On my way," Hunter replies, without breaking eye contact with you.

His intense gaze lingers on you for a few more seconds before he looks at you apologetically and turns to head up to the ramp and onto the Marauder.

As soon as Hunter turns away from you, you realise just how hard your heart is thundering in your chest. His gaze was so intense that it made you forget to breathe properly. So much for the Jedi breathing techniques. It turns out if there is a handsome man with dark eyes flirting with you, they lose all effectiveness. You take a deep breath, filling your burning lungs with oxygen.

When you enter the ship, you are still trembling. As you take a seat next to your Master, you try to ignore his accusatory glare. You feel his eyes burning into your soul as the guilt threatens to overwhelm you, even though nothing too scandalous happened.

As the Marauder enters hyperspace, your Master takes a seat on the cold metallic floor in an isolated area of the ship. Meditating before battle is a ritual he always follows and you immediately join him. It can help you shift your focus back to where it should be – on the mission. Only, you can't focus.

Instead of your mind becoming one with the Force, you're highly attuned to the actions of the members of the squad. It is as though you can see them as if you were standing before them: Tech studying the holo-maps, Crosshair cleaning his sniper rifle, Wrecker taking a nap, and of course, Hunter. He is mindlessly playing with his vibroknife as he slouches on a crate.

You are entranced by the way his fingers move across the handle and the blade. Maker, the movement of his hand and fingers – you can't focus on anything else as he makes the knife masterfully swirl between them. There's something so erotic about the way he plays with it. Your mind wanders to think about his hands roaming on your body, slipping between your thighs, skillfully rubbing your clit. You fantasise about how quickly Hunter would make you come, how hard your orgasm would be as it tore through you, leaving you a trembling wreck.

Your focus then goes to his muscular thighs. Hunter’s legs are spread wide and he looks so effortlessly masculine. The aura of confidence he radiates as he comfortably sits there, taking up the entire crate as he lounges on top of it, gives you even more thoughts that are unbecoming of a Padawan. It makes you almost dizzy with want as you think about how much you want to straddle him and ride him into ecstasy.

“Are you done?” your Master’s cold voice interrupts your filthy train of thought with a brief and concise message through the Force.

He heard your thoughts. Each and every single one. Your Master caught you red-handed. How embarrassing.

You are too mortified to even mumble an apology, through the Force or otherwise. Instead, you sit there wishing you could be anywhere else in the galaxy as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and pull your hood up to hide your flustered face in your cape.

Luckily, before the awkward moment can continue for any longer, Tech announces the imminent jump out of hyperspace. You still cannot bear to make eye contact with your Master, shrinking into your blessedly baggy cape as you begin the descent into the planet’s atmosphere...

The mission was a success – you and your Master worked your magic with the precious support of Clone Force 99. What seemed like a desperate operation, turned out to be an extremely important victory for the Republic. Training with your Master has been so hard, but damn did that pay off. You slayed all your enemies elegantly and effortlessly, just like he taught you. The whole Bad Batch congratulated you two. Wrecker was especially impressed, electing the two of you as his favourite Jedi. What an honour. Hunter also invited you and your Master to celebrate the victory by having a drink all together in a cantina.

Just as you’re about to enter the cantina and join the Bad Batch, your Master calls your name. You stop in your tracks, scared that he might reprimand you for the way you acted today. You begin panicking and thinking back to what happened in guilt…

When you and your Master had taken off your heavy capes before engaging in battle, you noticed Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were wearing a skin-tight dark suit, after all.

It was a fact you decided to exploit after Hunter had given his squad their orders for the mission. You walked away swaying your hips, making sure you gave him a great opportunity to look at your ass. You remember how you could feel his eyes glued to it. You could also feel his desire for you. It was impossible for him to hide; it permeated him, radiated from him. Maker, you love making him crumble.

You think back to the way Crosshair rasped, "Hunter, don't lose your focus.” You are certain that is what your Master is about to scold you for.

Instead, you watch in shock as a half smile appears on your Master’s face, something you don't see very often.

“You did good today. I’m proud of you,” he nods.

Since when does your Master pay you compliments like this?

“Th-Thank you,” you stammer, caught off-guard by how unexpected his praise is.

“You fulfilled your duties as a Jedi. Now, go and have your fun.”

You don’t have time to respond before he turns on his heel and walks away, cape billowing in the breeze. You know your Master doesn’t often like to stick around after missions, often needing some quiet time to himself to decompress and meditate. You let him go, knowing that he will find his way back to the Marauder before it departs, as he always does.

As you step into the Cantina, a smile spreads on your face when you notice the Bad Batch sitting at a table with a full flagon of booze and an empty seat for you to toast your success. You and Hunter lock eyes again as he invites you to sit in that spot close to him.

Hunter loses no time in placing his arm around your shoulders while smiling at you. You lean into his embrace, feeling comforted and protected. The warm presence of his arm around you makes you smile contentedly. It feels so good to let the guard down for once, especially if you're in the arms of a handsome, strong and charming man such as Hunter.

As the night goes on, the three other members of The Bad Batch keep conversing with each other, giving you and Hunter the opportunity to speak privately. It’s as though the background noise fades out. You don't even bother focusing on the discourse the others are having. It’s just you and Hunter flirting shamelessly now.

“You know, I've never seen a ship like yours. I wish I had time to properly explore it... Thoroughly," you flirt with him while draining the last few dregs in your flagon.

"Want me to give you a tour, sweetheart?" he says with a smile on his face, perfectly understanding your intentions.

"Would be cool, yeah," you reply.

Hunter offers you his hand and you gladly accept it with a mischievous smile.

Just as you stand, you feel the alcohol has definitely kicked in. You’re not drunk though, just a little bit tipsy, enough to make you brave and go get exactly what you want.

As soon as you and Hunter get out of the cantina and find yourselves alone in the dark alley, you both give into the instincts you tried to suppress all day long. Hunter pins you to the wall as you pull him closer at the same time, until you join in a passionate, longing kiss.

You welcome his tongue in your mouth as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch and the way he kisses you are so confident that you clench around nothing, holding him tighter as you moan in his mouth. Maker, you want him. His whole body jolts when he feels that, pinning you harder against the wall, mentally cursing the armour that is preventing him from feeling the softness of your body against his.

He stops kissing you just so he can look at how stunning you are under the moonlight, hot and flustered after that first, heavy session of making out.

"Look at you. So beautiful," he whispers as he cups your face with his hand, the other one still lingering around your waist. Hunter is treating you like the most precious thing in the galaxy now that he can finally have you all for himself. You lean into his gentle touch as he takes in all the features of your face, especially the way your eyes glimmer with admiration and arousal for him.

You look at his deep, dark and expressive brown eyes and the strong, masculine features of his face that make you throb with need. Your hand caresses his cheek, following the lines of his skeleton tattoo and the contour of his chiseled jaw. He observes you as a sweet smile appears on your face, making you look irresistible and drawing his lips closer to yours once again…

"Hey! Where's Hunter?!" you hear Wrecker shout from inside of the tavern, just as your lips are mere inches apart.

You and Hunter both laugh as you resume the kissing. It's like the whole galaxy stops existing. For a soldier who has seen nothing but war, his kisses are to die for. Your tongues twirl in each other's mouths and it's like his greedy lips can't ever get enough of yours. His mouth is hot like a damn furnace as he takes all the time in the galaxy to worship you with his lips, letting his hands wander throughout your body. You're getting soaked already, feeling your arousal slowly dripping down your legs as a throbbing need pulsates between your thighs. You moan in his mouth as you dig your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss is getting deeper and more passionate as you go on.

Hunter's lips start to trail down to your neck, making you sigh deeply as he covers it in kisses. Your scent drives him wild. He can smell your pheromones, feeling you're unmistakably full of desire. He can't resist and just gives a swift lick from the base of your neck to your ear that makes you sharply stifle a gasp, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair.

"Let's go to the Marauder, shall we?" he rasps in your ear, a voice full of lust that gives you goosebumps.

"Y-yes…" you stutter, feeling light-headed with arousal and being incapable of hiding it.

He offers you his hand as you enter the ship. The two of you cut a clumsy path through the Marauder towards Hunter’s bunk, frequently taking breaks where Hunter desperately pushes you against the cool steel walls of the ship, your arms clinging tight to his shoulders and his face buried in your neck.

"Maker... Take off your armour," you plead as his teeth dig into your delicate skin like a feral beast would do with his prey.

He does, letting each piece fall to the ground as you go on kissing each other, leaving a trail of armour pieces on the floor as you slowly make your way towards his bunk. He looks stunning with just his tight black suit on. You take in the broadness of his shoulders, the way his pectorals stand out, highlighted by the tightness of the suit and grope the strong muscles of his biceps. Oh, fuck. How much do you love a man. Tall, muscular, strong, confident, with dark eyes and a head full of long, wavy hair. A Man.

You moan in his mouth when you feel his thick biceps flexing under your touch. A smile forms on his lips as he feels how much you like this. As his arms wrap around your body, yours go in his hair. Maker, how safe do you feel in his arms. It's such an innate instinct – wanting to be held in the arms of a strong man, surrendering and trusting him, something that usually you would never be permitted to do in your life as a Jedi.

You can feel his erection against your lower belly, straining against his extremely thin black suit. His fingers hook in the hem of your pants, yanking them down over your ass, exposing your drenched cunt as he sits you down in his bunk.

He kneels before you, taking your boots and pants off and spreads your legs, his dark eyes looking into yours as a smirk appears on his face.

"Hunter��" you sigh.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me, sweetheart," he coos as he starts to kiss your inner thigh.

The vision makes you tremble with lust and your hands helplessly clench into fists in a desperate attempt to grab the material under you to keep you steady. Your legs shake but he keeps them steady in his strong arms. He goes on trailing kisses on your inner thighs without ever stopping looking at you. He's taking his time with it, wanting to enjoy the way your whole body is throbbing with need. Your breathing gets more and more shallow as his mouth gets closer to where you want him the most.

You lift your gaze from Hunter’s dark brown eyes, shutting your eyes for a mere fraction of a second, trying to alleviate the aching need you feel. Hunter chooses that moment to finally give you what you need. With a quick lick to your clit, your whole body jerks into his touch and a whimper escapes from your lips.

Hunter smirks up at you, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a smug, satisfied look. Then, he proceeds to bury his face between your legs and masterfully lick your swollen clit. His tongue brings you so much pleasure that your back arches involuntarily, pushing yourself further into his mouth. You moan his name and grab a handful of his long, thick hair. He purrs in your cunt when you entangle your fingers in his hair and you notice how his grip on your legs becomes tighter.

"Oh... Oh fuck!" you exclaim in ecstasy, barely able to form words.

One of his hands releases its grasp on your legs, which he has been using to keep you spread open for him. You throw your head back gasping as he slowly slides two of his thick fingers inside you.

"So tight," he growls with a smirk on his face.

Hunter pumps his fingers inside of you, slowly increasing the rhythm, ensuring that you’re stretched out for him. It is a motion that brings you so much pleasure you wonder how it could possibly get better. Your whole body jerks in pure bliss under his touch. He enjoys looking at you like this, you can see it from how darkened his eyes are with lust.

For a brief second, his fingers and mouth leave your cunt, leaving you devastatingly empty. You watch in awe as Hunter sticks them in his mouth, without breaking eye contact with you. He sucks on his fingers, humming while closing his eyes to savor your taste from places where his tongue can’t reach.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," he rasps as he resumes fucking you with his fingers.

He watches you contort under him, moaning and begging for him to return his skillful mouth between your thighs. Your hips thrust up and down right in front of his face. You are shamelessly fucking yourself on his fingers, inviting him to bury his face back in your folds. You desperately bury your hands in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Damn, you're so beautiful like this," he says before his mouth goes back exactly where you wanted.

Then, Hunter does something absolutely devastating. While he continues licking your clit, he starts sucking it gently, all as he continues pumping his thick fingers inside of you. Hunter wants to draw an orgasm from you, his actions becoming more and more frantic as you grow closer to your climax. He can feel by the irregular way you breathe and shake that you're close.

"Yes. Yes. Like this. Let go, sweetheart," he encourages you.

It's only a matter of seconds before you come, writhing under him. Your legs are wrapped around his head, squishing it. You scream his name so loud it echoes in the Marauder. Hunter is pleased as he looks at your blissed-out expression and feels your cunt clamping around his fingers. Your back arches as you ride your orgasm, pushing yourself further into his tongue so you can feel him licking you through your orgasm. Hunter purrs into your cunt, loving the way you let go around him. He loves how his face is getting soaked in your arousal, so addicted to the way you taste.

Hunter holds you steady as your orgasm fades out. When you regain your senses, you slowly release your grip on his hair. Only then he props himself up and slowly unzips his suit, showing you the beautiful golden skin underneath. A warm contrast under the black, tight layer.

The dark hairs on his chest are perfectly trimmed, accentuating each of his toned muscles and the tattoos which decorate his thick, masculine body. Your gaze is locked on his hand trailing down his abdomen, his muscles rippling as he approaches the hem of his pants.

You shamelessly look at the bulge in his dark suit, a sight that makes your mouth water. Hunter’s lips curve into a smirk once again, noticing that you like what you see. The smug look on his face makes you throb with need once again, despite the fact that he just gave you an intense orgasm.

He hooks his thumb in the hem of his pants, watching intently for your reaction as he slowly pulls the material down to reveal the trimmed, dark hairs around the base of his thick cock.

Hunter notices the intense way you look at it and hears the whimper you just tried to suppress in your throat. He can feel your heart rate going up. It makes him smirk confidently as he goes on, finally freeing his hard, thick cock. You gulp while looking at it, as he uses the same fingers he had buried in you to cover it in your arousal. He gives it a few, firm strokes to ensure it’s nice and wet for you. The mere vision of it makes you bite your lip to muffle another impatient whimper.

Then he is on you, peeling your shirt away from your quivering body, rejoicing when he can finally touch it and worship it with his mouth. Hunter trails kisses across your collarbones and down towards your breasts. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh there, before softly biting your nipples. You gasp when you feel his erection hard against your cunt. He starts to thrust his hips against yours so his cock can rub against your drenched core, getting it soaked in your juices. Your mind turns completely blank at that, heart thundering in your chest as his hands roam across your body.

Hunter aligns himself to your entrance, groaning as his cock slowly makes its way inside of you. You admire his restraint. You know how much he probably wants to take you with one thrust, but instead he is being so gentle and careful with you, making sure that you are well-adjusted to his size.

He takes your jaw in his hand, looking deep inside your eyes as his thick cock stretches you open. You struggle to keep eye contact with him, unlike earlier when you were flirting with him. Now, your eyes only want to roll backwards. The pleasure you feel as he splits you open is overwhelming your body and senses.

You pathetically try to mumble some incoherencies, but he's quick to shut you up with a kiss. Hunter growls low in his throat when he feels your walls desperately clenching around him, as he buries himself into you to the hilt.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good," he rasps, almost desperately before giving you another wet kiss. Then, he raises his hips only to bury his cock deep inside you, making you moan into his mouth.

"How – how can you feel so fucking good?" he whimpers.

Hunter’s large hands gently cup your face, as he continues placing passionate kisses against your lips while thrusting into you. You notice his kisses become more desperate as he slowly increases the rhythm. As Hunter picks up the pace, he buries his face in your neck, panting low in your ear.

You are certain that he can’t go any faster, before he proves you wrong. He increases the pace to a brutal rhythm, fucking you so hard you start screaming.

"So loud,” he rasps, “They're gonna hear us in the Cantina."

"Then make me shut up," you whisper daringly.

A blaze of lust glimmers in his eyes as you lay down that challenge. Something shifts inside of him as he gives you a feral, animalistic look. Hunter quickly covers your mouth with his hand, showing you his more dominant, commanding side which makes you clamp tightly around his cock.

"Oh, you like this," he smirks, satisfied that this is precisely what you wanted all along.

You nod frantically. There is no use hiding how much this turns you on. Despite how much Hunter shows care towards you, you suspect there is something darker which lingers below the surface. You want to draw it out of him.

"What else do you like, hm?" he coos as he wraps his other hand around your throat, lightly choking you, his thumb rubbing your throat possessively.

The sight of you, looking so vulnerable under him as he can finally dominate you makes him frantic with lust. Gone are the measured thrusts and even rhythm of before. Something feral has overtaken Hunter, a desperate need to claim you. He continues silencing your moans with one hand around your throat and one across your mouth, muffling your gasps as he wrecks you with his cock.

Having Hunter's hand muffling your own moans gives you the opportunity to hear his desperate grunts and pants as they mix with the obscene, squelching sound his cock makes each time he thrusts into you. You close your eyes in bliss, enjoying this moment of pure pleasure.

"Can't keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart? Look at me with those pretty fucking eyes," he growls.

You can't help but whimper at that, at how authoritative he sounds. The Sergeant of The Bad Batch is dominating the fuck out of you. You are a moaning, gasping mess beneath him, unable to think about anything other than how good being furiously pounded by him feels.

"I didn't catch that,” Hunter rasps as he slowly lifts his hand from your mouth. He leans down to put his ear against your mouth “What were you saying, sweetheart?"

"L-let me – fuck!” you gasp, too blissed out to form words.

“Use your words,” Hunter commands, slowing his thrusts down so you can finally speak.

“Let me touch you!" you beg, unable to care about how desperate and pathetic you sound. All you can think about is roaming your hands around the warm, firm expanse of his body.

Hunter smirks, intrigued by your request, only too happy to oblige you. He grabs your hand roughly by the wrist and positions it over his abdomen. You can feel his muscles flexing and contracting under your touch as he thrusts into you. His body is as hard as iron and on fire like a damn furnace, burning with lust.

"Maker…" you whisper.

You let your hand trail up to his firm chest. You grope his pectorals, appreciating the firmness of his muscles. Your cunt clenches around his cock at the sight of your hand against his golden skin. A smirk appears on his face, enjoying what he does to you.

Your hand goes up to his broad shoulder, rubbing over it before you move your hand towards his back. You feel how his muscles strain there with each thrust as he continues pounding into you at a relentless pace. Both of your hands are now caressing his back, feeling every single dimple under your fingertips. Just as you try pulling him close, he starts to give it to you even harder. You scratch your fingernails along his back. You watch in awe as Hunter moans in your mouth at that.

"Could–could fucking smell how much you wanted me earlier. You distracted me the whole time. Couldn't think of anything else besides how good you'd look with my cock inside of you,” he rasps in your neck before biting you, growling wildly as he does. “I was so fucking hard for you, sweetheart," Hunter grunts.

He's so feral for you, fucking you so hard. You can't even mumble a response.

"Smell so good – so fucking good–" he whispers in your ear.

"D-don't s–stop," you mumble in your cockdrunk delirium.

"I can't, sweetheart. This cunt's all I ever wanted,” he growls, “Gonna make you mine. Mine."

"Oh, fuck… Yes," you pant as he props himself up, kneeling in front of you without stopping that devastating rhythm for even half a second.

He looks at your body, at the way your boobs bounce with each thrust as he gives it go you even harder, holding on tight to your legs, using them as leverage to bury himself even deeper inside of you. Seeing him like this makes you remember just how badly you wanted to ride his cock earlier.

"Hunter. Hunter. I want to ride you," you whimper.

"Is that an order, Commander?"

"Y–yes. Yes. Order. S–s-sergeant," you mindlessly go on as he keeps thrusting his cock inside of you.

The thought of you bouncing on his cock makes him throb. In an instant, Hunter lifts you in his arms as if you were weightless and makes you straddle him. He sits with his back against the wall of the bunk. His hands are on your waist and you immediately start rocking your hips up and down, giving into your fantasy from earlier.

"Such a good soldier… So good at following orders," you whisper against his lips.

"Yeah… Sometimes," he smirks before gripping your hair and stealing another wet, hot kiss that makes you melt into him even further.

Your head rolls back in pleasure at the way his cock feels from this position. It's devastating, hitting something deep within you. You almost lose yourself in that feeling, but Hunter won’t allow you to. Even though you are on top of him, Hunter is quick to remind you who’s in charge as he takes your jaw in his hand.

"Eyes on me," he orders firmly.

"Yes, Sergeant," you moan.

You swear you feel him throbbing and choke a grunt when he hears the sensual way you pronounce his title. Clearly, using his rank in this context has done something to Hunter. He moves his thumb between your lips and you suck it provocatively, never stopping yourself from meeting his gaze. Hunter’s pupils widen at the sinful way your lips envelop his finger and your tongue gently touches it. His eyes take into your sensual, precious beauty, before bringing you to him and kissing you again.

Your bodies are damp in sweat and rubbing against one another. Your nipples deliciously catch against his hairy, broad chest. You continue moaning into each other's mouths; your tongues never stop touching.

"Hunter, I'm gonna come–" you whimper.

"Hold it for me, sweetheart," he rasps in a sweet, yet dark voice, having the opposite effect from what he intended.

"Please, I want to come on your cock," you plead desperately.

"Not yet," he smirks.

Hunter grabs your hips and guides your movements so that your clit starts to rub against his pelvis. You let out a loud moan as you hold on to him tighter, digging your nails in his shoulders.

"I can't hold it!" you scream with your eyes shut.

He grabs your chin in his hand, clearly uninterested in your desperate appeals.

"Look at me," he says firmly as you open your eyes. Your vision is too blurry to focus on him but you try nonetheless.

"Now come for me, sweetheart," he rasps darkly.

You obey his order and come hard around his cock. An overwhelming, intense wave of pleasure starts at your core and completely takes over your body. You’re wrecked by uncontrollable shakes as Hunter holds you in his strong arms. You scream and pant as you ride your high. Your eyes roll backwards while Hunter focuses on how beautiful you look when you lose control. Especially when he is the one responsible for it.

Hunter feels your heart running in your chest and every single contraction of your muscles around his cock. The unmistakable, heady scent of sex that fills the Marauder drives him insane, making him burst inside of you. He grunts loudly as he fills you up with his load, holding you tight in his grasp.

You moan in each other's mouths, your forehead leaning on his as you look into each other’s eyes. You never leave each other’s gaze as you both give into the highest of pleasure.

As you come down from your high, your rhythm slows down until it stops completely. Your bodies are intertwined like vines, naked and sweaty as you catch breath in each other’s embrace.

You really do make a great team, after all.

Fanarts: Hunter's back + Shirtless Hunter by @mesvi Hello handsome by @corukant Wet Hunter by @iszapizza Hunter under the shower by @shakall Hunter and his vibroknife by @ve-ti-ver Hunter under the shower by @cloned-eyes Hunter taking off his shirt + Tech by @constant-brain-fog Hunter taking a shower by kaijurave (on twitter/x)

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Raining Flowers

The Clones all deserve flowers! Or maybe they think you deserve flowers 😉 Either way, love is in bloom this week for the Clone Flowers Fic Event!

Throughout this week, May 20th-25th, certain participants will be posting their own fics of Clones and different flower themes that were selected! The participants as well as the Clones and flowers they will be writing for are listed below and links to each fic will be added as they are posted! 💐 Follow the tag #cloneflowerficevent to see them all as they come!!

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@arctrooper69 - Tup, Rex, Gregor @photogirl894 - Hunter, Wrecker, Fives @nahoney22 - Fox, Tech @totallyunidentified - 99, Cody @dragonrider9905 - Hardcase @l-lend - Wolffe @moonstrider9904 - Howzer @eyecandyeoz - Waxer

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Pairing: Echo x fem Jedi!reader

Chosen Flower: Cherry Blossoms

Word count: 3.7k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/Notes: Mentions of death, mourning, disordered eating/recovery, nightmares, all canon trauma related to Echo's Techno Union arc, suggestive fluff, some swearing, reader has hair, friends (idiots) to lovers, mutual pining, a bit of angst

Beta-read by @photogirl894

As a Jedi Master you’re always being run hither and yon throughout the galaxy. Your most recent assignment has you on Naboo as head of security for a symposium of senators. Your squad of support troopers is set to arrive later today.

You have to admit, you’re a little nervous. The squad that’s being sent is Clone Force 99. You’ve worked with them before and get along with them well enough, but the thought of their newest member is what’s making your stomach churn.

Echo. You knew him before the mission that killed him, before he was even recruited for the 501st. He was your closest friend and confidant. After his valiant efforts on the Rishi Moon Outpost he was stationed on your Venator. You quickly recognized his skill for strategy and recruited him as your personal tactics advisor along with his twin, Fives. No matter how bad of a day you had, dinner and a walk with Echo always lifted your spirits.

Then Rex had to steal your Domino twins from you. You were so proud of them and you knew Anakin was gaining two of the best soldiers you’d ever seen, but you were still sad to see them go. You still kept in touch with Echo, you could always count on at least one holocall a week. You’d just fill each other in on the happenings in your lives, brainstorm war issues that were giving you trouble, talk about everything and nothing all at once. You were able to see him a couple times when you were sent to work with the 501st and it was always like no time had passed.

Then the Citadel happened.

You didn’t let anyone see you cry for him. A Jedi mourning a single clone? It felt like not many would understand, and the war was still raging. You had to move on with your head held high, and yet you were numb for months.

Fives kept in touch with you, you offered your condolences, but held it together for him. The two of you would share a holocall every month or so to catch up and reminisce in memories of Echo but it still wasn’t quite the same. Even though your best friend was gone, you found yourself talking to him under your breath about your day, just like those weekly holocalls.

Eventually the pain faded to just a dull ache in the background. Then Fives went rogue and was ‘decommissioned’ as the report put it. The last tie you had to Echo was gone. The Chancellor held that report under lock and key, so once again you mourned one of your Domino Twins with little comfort.

The numbness took over again, but this time it didn’t linger for quite as long. Just when you got to the point that memories of Echo and Fives brought happy tears, you got the comm from Anakin. They found Echo.

The guilt nearly swallowed you whole. Echo had been alive this whole time and you didn’t know. They mounted a rescue for him and you weren’t told. His recovery happened and you weren’t there. Today would be the first time you’d seen or spoken to him since your last holocall before the Citadel. You couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Why hadn’t he reached out to you before now?’

You had kept to yourself partly because you were being run into the ground by the Council, but also because you wanted to give him space. You weren’t sure he even remembered you. Would he still be your Echo?

Rex knew what Echo had meant to you and commed directly after they rescued him to fill you in more than Anakin had. He didn’t reveal much more, but he had let you know that the Techno Union did things to him. That he looked different, that he was found with a lot of integrated mechanics. That was months ago, and you hadn’t heard much since.

So here you were, anxiously wringing your hands awaiting the arrival of Squad 99.

You recognize their ship as they land, thankfully they scrubbed their nose art off before this mission. Probably with some convincing from Anakin. The ramp lowers and Sergeant Hunter disembarks to meet you.

You quickly run him through the plan for today. The symposium isn’t until tomorrow, but it is up to you to survey the venue to note ‘problem areas’ and make sure nothing is compromised.

Hunter suggests that Wrecker and Crosshair pair off and that he’ll go with Tech. He gives you an all-knowing look when you do the math of who’s left. You’d mentioned Echo in passing before to Hunter while on missions. When he commed to debrief about this mission, he asked how you were and suddenly you were spilling nearly everything about your history with Echo. Hunter had assured you his squad was taking care of him and that your worries would stay between the two of you.

“You two need the time to talk.” Hunter muttered, squeezing your shoulder and calling to his brothers.

You’re left waiting at the bottom of the ramp for a few more minutes before a figure appears in the Marauder’s door. Your stomach drops at the sight of him.

He looks so different. New metal legs shine in the sunlight, and a scomp link is where his right hand used to be. ‘No more double wielding,’ you think to yourself. His new armor is red and black, Batch colors. Your heart does warm at the sight of the kama he’s wearing, at least he hasn’t forgotten that he’s still an ARC. His new helmet is tucked under his scomp arm.

His eyes brighten when he sees you. Mechanical studs for Maker knows what dot his scalp, but even though his skin is much paler and his face is sunken in, those are still the same amber eyes that you’ve sought comfort in so many times.

Your voice is shaky at first. “E-Echo?”

Some color spreads across the bridge of his nose as he rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, d-different I know. You look good though.”

You smile at his compliment and lead the way to the side of the venue you two will be surveying. At first you walk in silence, neither of you really sure how to bridge the gap between you. You want to ask him how he’s been, how his recovery went, explain how sorry you are for not being there, but the words keep getting stuck in your throat.

You open your mouth to say something, but Echo beats you to it. “Do you still like roast bantha?”

“Y-yeah?” You respond, a little taken aback by his odd question. “Why?”

He shrugs “Because I had some the other week and it was the first real meal I enjoyed since returning.”

“It was my favorite, still is.”

“I remember.” Echo gives you a sideways glance. “You can ask, I know you want to.”

Of course he knew what you were thinking. You go back to wringing your hands. “I- I want to apologize first. I didn’t even know a rescue was happening, I should have been there but no one told me. I was off the grid on Taris.”

Once the words start, they don’t stop. “Anakin commed me after they got you out but they didn’t let me see you on Coruscant. Then you were reassigned and I didn’t know where you were. I’m sorry I should have reached out, but I wanted to give you space. I didn’t know if you remembered me...”

Echo stops you by resting his hand on your shoulder.. “It’s okay, really. You don’t need to apologize. I had a whole army of people fussing over me. I should have reached out, that was on me. I just didn’t know how you’d feel about all… this” He says gesturing to himself.

“Oh Echo, no. I don’t care about that. I was just so worried, I just wanted you to be okay.” You say hurriedly. “Are you- are you okay?”

He nods, turning to start walking again. “I am, there’s been some adjustments but I’m getting used to it.”

You tilt your head curiously, “Tell me about it. If you feel comfortable.”

“Of course I feel comf-'' His words are cut off when he stumbles on the stone path beneath your feet. “Well that’s one thing. These damn legs. The Techno Union gave me some rudimentary ones, but these are much more complex. They’re heavier and made me a couple inches taller too. I probably looked like a newborn fathier for the first couple weeks.”

You stifle a snicker and Echo notices.

“You can laugh, really.” He reassures you. “I missed that laugh of yours. You always shared my sense of humor.”

“Did they hurt?” You wonder aloud, glancing down at his metal thigh.

He shrugs, “Nah, not really. They’re wired up so that I can feel some sensation of moving but I can’t really register touch, it’s more of a dull pressure. Sometimes I’ll get some weird feelings, like an ache or an itch in my leg that’s not there, Tech called it ‘phantom pains.’ The most annoying thing is that I always feel warm now from the mechanics in me.”

Echo can see the curiosity glinting in your eyes. “Here.” He says, halting and propping his foot up on a nearby garden wall. He moves his kama out of the way before he gently takes your hand and presses your hand to his left thigh.

You can feel the warmth under your palm. It’s not quite like the warmth from human skin, but it’s not like the warmth from a databank either. It reminds you of the warmth of your lightsaber, you can still feel Echo’s life force pulsing under your touch.

“Incredible.” You mutter as he readjusts himself. “I remember you were always freezing before.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I suppose I was. I would always steal Fives’ blankets.”

Your heart pangs at the mention of Echo’s twin. “Rex told you, I assume?”

“Yeah. He did.” Echo sighs. “Said something in his and Tup’s heads malfunctioned but couldn’t tell me much else. We had a little memorial for them.”

“That’s nice. I wasn’t there when it happened, he and I talked about you a lot.”

“I know he definitely would have had a few jokes about this.” Echo says waving his scomp link, trying to lighten the mood.

Your brow scrunches. “I’m surprised Anakin didn’t offer to make you a hand like his.”

“He did, I just thought I’d keep the scomp. Means we don’t have to lug around an astromec to get into places. I don’t mind it, it’s all right.” A sly smirk spreads across his face.

You groan at him. “Was that a kriffing joke?” You say, fully laughing at him. “You’re terrible. Fives would be proud.”

Echo’s laughter joins yours. “Yeah, he would’ve nearly pissed himself watching me figure this thing out. One morning I nearly took my eye out trying to rub it with this.”

You cover your mouth and groan at the thought as Echo continues.

“Another time I was enjoying some morning caf and leaned on the counter, only I forgot I didn’t have a hand anymore and the scomp slipped. Fell flat on my face and I smelled like caf all day.”

Again, your laughter starts back up at the mental image. “The Batch, are they treating you well?” You ask between giggles.

“They are.” Echo says with a nod. “They’ve really helped me through some of the rough parts.”

“Oh?”

“Well of course Tech has helped me figure out the kinks of my new mechanics.” Echo shrugs. “But he also really helped me with speech. For a while my mind was a bit jumbled. My thoughts were broken with old battle strategies, the data Techno Union kept pulling. I would lose the word for something right before I said it, use the wrong word, misunderstand what someone was saying. Tech helped me realize that my brain had literally been damaged, rewired, and that it would take time to come back from that. When I didn’t have the words, he had them for me. Others may find his tendency to finish peoples’ sentences a bit annoying, but I was thankful for it. Saved me a lot of frustration when I was trying to communicate early on.”

“I’ve always found that trait of his endearing.” You reply, not wanting to stunt Echo’s sharing.

“And Hunter’s great too. It’s been kind of nice having someone else in charge. He talked to me about it, acknowledged that I had more wartime experience than him, but he knew I needed to take a step back and heal, not be the one with all the answers.”

You smile at his mention of the Sergeant’s intentions. “Hunter has a big heart, he sees a lot more than you’d think.”

Echo nods. “He helped me with other things too. I sometimes get these electronic migraines. Tech thinks they happen when the mechanics in my head overstimulate the electrical activity of my brain but he couldn’t really figure out a solution. Hunter did though, since he gets migraines himself. Showed me his whole care routine to shorten them and ride it out.”

Memories of the time you witnessed one of Hunter’s migraines make you wince. “I hope they’re not too bad.”

“No, not with their help. The hardest thing to figure out was how to gain weight again.”

“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed, I mean you look…” Your words are lost as you gesture to him.

He gives you a sly look, but continues without comment. “Yeah. Food just wasn’t the same for me when I woke up. I don’t really understand the science behind it, but I wasn’t fed in Purkoll. They must have been giving me something but when I woke up I was emaciated and, I just didn’t have an interest in food. The appetite came back pretty quick as I started being more active, but I just couldn’t find stuff that made me want to eat. I mentioned the Bantha roast, that was Wrecker’s idea since he remembered you making it one time on mission. He’s been a big help in finding things I like. He also has this way of packing an insane amount of calories and protein into a meal. He was also pretty big in helping me regain muscle mass. Surprisingly, or maybe not, he was always the one to check in on me, make sure I wasn’t being pushed too hard.”

You smile. “Wrecker is a sweetheart, and he does have a way with food. He can make those GAR ration packs taste better than anyone. He has a way with people too.”

“His workouts are intense, though.” Echo jokes.

“Tell me about it.” You shake your head. “I hope Crosshair hasn’t given you too much trouble. He can be intense in a different way.”

“Crosshair?” Echo repeats. “Nah, he’s okay. He gives me shit like he does everyone else. He was a nice change from all the doctors fussing over me. He didn’t look at me like I was fragile. He didn’t treat me like I was going to break at any second, even when he…” Echo trails off, but you can sense his thoughts.

“You have nightmares don’t you.” You state gently.

Echo nods. “One of the first nights I was with them I had this dream. I was back there in that city being taken apart and pieced back together again; having my mind played with. I’m pretty sure I was talking in my sleep, yelling more likely. When I woke up I saw Crosshair was on watch, but he had his back turned to me. He didn’t say anything the next day and neither did the others. I don’t know if they heard me because they’re all heavy sleepers, or if Crosshair told them not to say anything. I don’t know if he’s been doing it on purpose, but he always takes watch when it’s my turn to sleep. Whenever I’m napping too, he’s always there with his back to me. It helped with the dreams, knowing I had someone watching for me.”

“Echo…” You mutter, unsure of what to say. You want to comfort him, but what could you do for him that his squad hasn’t already? He’s healing without you.

A breeze picks up before you find the words causing soft pink flowers to start raining down on the two of you from the trees above. You move to brush them out of your hair, but Echo’s hand wraps around your wrist to stop you.

“No, leave them.” He says, “They’re pretty.”

You bow your face to try to hide the warmth rising in your cheeks as Echo guides you to a nearby bench.

“Sit with me for a moment?” His voice is timid.

“Of course.”

“You helped me too, you know.” Echo says, tracing his fingers over your palm.

“How could I possibly have helped you?” You sigh, trying and failing at hiding the sadness in your voice. “I wasn’t there, haven’t been there.”

“But you have.” Echo insists. “It’s hard to explain, but in Purkoll I had these moments where it was almost like I was myself again. It was probably in the lulls when the Separatists weren’t accessing my memories. In those moments I talked to you, like we used to. I talked about my days, reminisced about the good times, funny memories. I think it’s what kept me from losing myself entirely. And when I woke up… I sort of kept doing it. The Batch is great, but they didn’t know me before, you know? They’ve never known me as anything other than this.”

Echo gestures to himself with his scomp before continuing. “And Rex, he did, but staying with him felt like it would’ve been a step backwards. I needed to move on, but I didn’t want to forget who I was, you knew me better than anyone, even Fives. There were days when it felt like I would never recover, never be the elite soldier I once was. Those were the days I talked to you the most, imagined what you’d say back to me. In my mind you’d let me have my pity party, then tell me to get my ass in gear. I should’ve just commed you for the real conversation, but I was a coward. I was afraid that you’d look at me like I was broken, so I kept you in my head. I hope that’s not weird…” He trails off.

You don’t even know what to say as your chest fills with awe. All this time, he’s been talking to you?

Echo gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “These flowers suit you.” He says gently, filling the silence.

You glance up at the tree above you and hum to yourself. “They’re cherry blossoms. Fitting.”

“How so?”

“They’re a symbol of rebirth and new beginnings.” You explain. “Echo, it’s not weird or cowardly that you’ve been talking to me. I’ve been doing the same actually. I thought about comming you every day after Anakin and Rex told me they found you, but I was so terrified you wouldn’t remember me.”

He gently grasps your chin with his thumb and forefinger to raise your eyes to his. “I could never forget you. You were the tether that kept me, me. I wish we hadn’t wasted time getting back in touch.”

A light laugh passes through your nose. “Another lesson of the cherry blossoms. They bloom for only few days and remind us that life is fleeting.”

“If life is fleeting, then I guess I should go ahead and do this.” Echo mutters before leaning towards you.

He’s timid at first when your lips connect, but grows more bold as the seconds melt into minutes. You can feel his scomp arm pull you closer as his hand tousles in your hair. There’s a tiny voice in the back of your head chastising you, ‘Jedi cannot have selfish attachments.’ You immediately push it aside.

This, the love you have for Echo is no selfish attachment. You already lost him once, you mourned him and never turned from the light. He was your light. Your confidence builds as his tongue begins to explore yours, the garden around you fading away. The feelings you both harbored for each other all these years are finally confessed without a single word being spoken. It’s just you.

You don’t even know how long you two have been tangled in each other when you can hear a faint beeping coming from Echo’s bracer. He must have heard it too because he breaks away from you with a grumble before answering the comm.

“Echo, go.” He answers.

‘Echo, it’s Hunter. We’ve all finished our surveillance and are back at the Marauder, what’s your status?”

Echo’s eyes flit to you with your hand pressed over your mouth trying to keep from laughing. “We-uhhh got dis- duh… sah-sidetracked. Something suspicious we had to investigate.”

From the tiny snicker Hunter lets slip you can tell he doesn’t buy it. ‘Alright, we’ll keep your rations warm. Will the General be joining us?’

“Sure Hunter, I’d love to.” You call before Echo can answer.

‘Sounds like a plan. Don’t take too long or you’ll kiss- I mean miss dinner.’

“Womp-rat bastard.” Echo grumbles when Hunter ends the call.

You nearly keel over with laughter at Hunter’s comment and the expression Echo has on his face.

“I’m glad you find this amusing. How in Sith’s Hells did he even know?” He says, obviously trying to keep a straight face.

“Oh please.” You say, grinning. “Hunter’s literally enhanced to sense everything, he got us good. Come on,” you say, standing up. “Let’s finish our round so we can go eat.”

Echo stands shaking his head, but he takes your hand and gestures further down the path. “After you, ner sarad.”

“That’s mando, I recognize it.” You say over your shoulder. “What does it mean?”

Echo smiles at you, his eyes, those same old eyes lighting up. “I'll tell you all about it.

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dearanakin · 1 year ago

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"Be Safe" - Anakin Skywalker x human f!Reader Part 2

Summary: You go on a new mission with Obi-Wan, meeting Anakin once again. This time, he brings himself to acknowledge his feelings for you. PART 1

Warning: SMUT, FLUFFINESS, sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex. 18+ MINORS DNI.

Note: I brought up some characters from different timelines!!

Word count: 5k

You made General Kenobi take you to this bounty in Agamar, you made sure you were going to take down the Separatist droids from the planet.

He tried as long as he could to deny your solicitations, but you made your way through his warming heart either way. This was a different battle, though, it couldn't possibly go wrong because Obi-Wan has been hiding since almost the entire Jedi order was annihilated.

Along with you in his ship, there were a few members of the New Republic, to ensure the bounty worked out. You were a nervous wreck, obviously. But every time something was about to go wrong, you would just leave and not look behind, those were Kenobi's orders.

And you did, every time. Every time you're going on a hunt you can't shake the urge of seeing Anakin one more time. You haven't heard about him since he took you away and sent you back. You didn't know what fights he was fighting, you didn't know if he was getting himself hurt as he always did.

You didn't know if he was being captured, tortured, or if he was once again winning the battles. It was unknown to you if he was still becoming more powerful. He didn't want to look after you, because he knew he would back down.

But he wanted the power, he wanted the Empire. He wanted to show Obi-Wan how good he is now, wanted to show him how much better he is. You shake your feeling away when your General senses you're getting too distracted. He just knows how you feel about Skywalker.

"You take the right with Poe and the others, I'll take left", he demands, looking around himself. "Don't do anything unless you're told", you nod to him.

God he sounds exactly like a father would. This is how you consider him to you, a father figure, after all. You're wearing a disguised uniform, holding your blaster close to your face and you enter the building.

Poe was the one leading the way as you're crouching through the small gaps between the hallways. He has been such a huge support for Obi-Wan and a great friend to you. He's rising his way to become a General for the Resistance.

His low whistle caught your attention as you watched the first Droids making their way to the Tech room. Both you blasted against them, but they sent a warning through the entire building. "Shit", he muttered.

"Take the next floor, I'll be right out with you", he whispered as a loud buzzing noise started ringing in your ears.

You made your way to the elevator, slowly examining the small room before you got in. Through the small walkie, you heard when Kenobi told you to be careful because there were others fighting against the Droids.

Fuck, this is where you might end up getting yourself hurt or start running away. Again. You begged across your walkie. "Poe, where the hell are you?".

"Kinda busy", he was panting. He was definitely not getting any break from the small Droids that could turn into balls, throwing itself at him.

Oh, great. Great, great, great. You took in a sharp breath as you got out of the elevator, carefully watching the empty hallway. It was never good when it was this empty.

You're running through the small gaps as you hear footsteps approaching. You can't help but notice the "swoon" sound the sword makes. From the corner, you peak a green lightsaber hanging in a small person's hand.

"Master! They're leaving to the ground floor", she yells. You stutter for a second. Who the hell is her Master and why is she yelling?

"Jesus, Ahsoka. I told you to not be loud", it was a voice you could recognize from miles away. He whispered through the hallway.

This cold but definite shiver caught you off guard and your heart started to fail its beating. The sigh leaving your mouth could almost be heard. Your walkie was making noise in the distance, but it was distorted inside your head.

"Fuck sake, (Y/N). Are you there?", Poe yelled through his walkie, you squinted your eyes from how loud he was.

There was a sudden silence, the small person slowly walking towards the sound as you turn if off. At the same time, Anakin turned his head to the same direction she was walking to. The presence triggered him as he knew it was you.

He could sense your energy tingling against his skin and he didn't move a finger. He tried to warn Ahsoka but she just wouldn't listen to him. You just stood there holding your blaster, waiting to shoot at whoever made your way.

It wasn't exactly the most rational thing to do, honestly. But then he dropped her saber and she grunted, looking at him. From your position, you still couldn't see him in the hallway. "I had it, Master!", she complained.

"Go find the other Droids", he demanded. She picked up her saber and left. You could only see the shape of his shadow until then. "What are you doing here?".

His low tone made you tremble and it was hard to breathe. You didn't answer, you were trying to pick up your pace, because it was too sudden to deal with him like that. You were waiting for it though, weren't you?

"Obi-Wan brought you with him again, didn't he?", he leaned against the wall and you could see him. He was wearing an armor. His short curly hair making a swoop, he was just acting nonchalant towards you this time.

"I- I made him", you stuttered as you heard him chuckle.

"I wasn't expecting to see you so soon after you tried to confront me", his voice was just above a whisper and you noticed how he was trying to act casual.

You were just too embarrassed and too nervous to actually move your body from the gap, and decided it was comfortable staying there like that. But then he made his way closer to you and your body stiffened.

You realized he didn't have a red spark against his eyes, it was just naturally blue, like it was supposed to be.

"So, are you gonna tell me what you're doing here with Kenobi and some soldier?". His voice was gentle and husky, it was crawling up your skin.

He was trying to make his way through your brain, trying to work on his Jedi mind reading, trying to manipulate you into telling him the truth. But Obi-Wan thought you well enough to not give in on that, and you didn't.

You almost failed to, but you gathered your self-conscious because it was ridiculous to act up like that in front of him.

"I've been feeling your presence almost every single day. I gave up on the Senator because I couldn't shake you away". He held a bitter tone while saying that. It's not what he really wanted to do.

He let out a sarcastic and nasal laugh as he kept talking to you. "And to think I'd rather become a Master and a General, just like Kenobi".

You watched as he came closer, standing only a few inches apart from you. You could see how much he's changed since. You didn't know how to react to him honestly, and he noticed that.

"Now who's feeling so intimidated she won't talk?", his voice was soft, but completely provocative at the same time. "You're afraid of me now?".

He towered over you, watching as you flinched when he finally hovered his body against yours. You muttered as you said "no" to him. His grumpy face was making its presence now, but he still held his sharp gaze at you.

"You're gonna tell your General to leave, aren't you? This isn't his job anymore. You can also tell that other soldier to give up on the mission", he demanded.

You're feeling intimidated, not scared. You didn't move an inch and he noticed that. You just shook your head.

"Don't make me angry. I don't like it when I'm angry", his tone started to rise against his throat and it became husky.

It worked differently on you, how the way he was talking to you just made you feel desire for him. He can probably read your mind right now and if he does, he's gonna think you're insane.

You keep staring at each other, so much so that he felt numb for a second standing so close to you. "I.. missed you", you spilled.

You watched as he raised his brow, caught with surprise by your statement. "God, it felt like torture. I just wanted you to be safe. From the others, from you".

He gulped a lump in his throat, he wasn't expecting any of that and it hit him like a hurricane. He was so confused, he took a minute to finally understand your words.

"I'm alright", he finally said. It didn't seem like he was, but he was alive at least. It was never easy to fight a battle when he was still trying to bury his dark side deep in his soul.

It was still there, ready to be awakened at any time if he got angry. He was doing everything he could to not get angry, but sometimes it just slipped away.

To realize you were the one to notice he was lying made you wanna take care of him. It made you feel like you could be there for him. "Are you sure?".

"I'm fine", this one had a different tone, obviously he was trying too hard to seem cool. He actually wasn't. He fell apart inside at the sight of you. Because he wasn't expecting to see you that soon, honestly.

You hugged his shaped torso and sank your head into his chest. He didn't react, didn't flinch. He looked blankly at the wall, feeling his metal hand instantly going for your hair, softly petting your scalp.

You shivered against his touch and he noticed it. You looked up at him, he was so much taller you had you hold back your head. Your small hand grabbed his scarred face and Anakin reluctantly closed his eyes to your touch.

His skin burned under your touch and he cursed himself. After Padmé he didn't want to open up to anybody else. You broke that wall, you crossed his ice-cold heart like no one did before.

He opened his eyes to stare at you and you caught his pupils dilating, his mouth barely holding a breath. The following seconds lasted like an eternity when he gripped your waist tightly against his hands, forcing himself to not shove you against the wall and pin you down.

Skywalker suddenly pulled you by his hand as he rushed into an empty room, closing the door and immediately locking it with his force. That was so hot. Then he threw you against the wall, the frown on his face making it look like was about to snap at you.

But he didn't. He then pointed his index finger at you, panting loudly. "This is a risky game you're playing".

"I'm playing no games", you hummed, feeling his breath fanning your entire face. "I don't like playing games".

"If you're trying to trap me, I'm gonna-", he started threatening but you scoffed.

"I'm not". You were holding your gaze against him, watching him become softer now. He still had a grumpy face as always. "Trust me. I'm not".

It was way too obvious he didn't trust you, not a single bit of trust. But he sensed you weren't lying, because your heartbeat was in a low pace. It wasn't rushed.

"I cannot trust you", Anakin was too tempted to just take you by his lips. It was making him suffer in anticipation from something he wanted.

"I know", you looked straight into his soul and it melted him. God, it was just so easy for you to just make him let his guard down. Even when he didn't want to.

His hair perfectly sat on his head made your heart jump, his smell was making you dizzy and you wanted to jump on him.

Anakin not only noticed that, but he made sure he cornered you and pinned you to the wall. He tangled his flesh fingers in between your hair, still looking at you. This time he wasn't having issues figuring out who he was, because he was being himself.

You realized that when you could still see his ocean eyes flicker with desire. He wanted to have you so bad right now. "God, you make me weak. It's just so not good for me", he groaned.

He let go of his armor, wearing just a long sleeved tunic. You could see how his shoulders were too broad, bigger than before. He was just really building up.

You honestly just sighed heavily at your sight and he smirked. He placed a thumb upon your face, rubbing your delicate skin as he struggled with himself.

Skywalker then decided to smack his lips against yours desperately as he left a groan out of his throat. It was itching him inside. It was chewing him up. You let him pursue your tongue with his and you felt a bliss of lust as you tasted him for the first time.

You hummed against his mouth and he brought you closer to him. He grasped your tongue against his teeth, ripping a moan from you, which made him savor you and deepen his kiss.

His metal hand gripped your waist and squeezed it, feeling the same shockwaves in his veins as the first time he touched you. You didn't want to mess his perfect hair, but you had been wishing to pull it for such a long time.

You had a fistful of it, brushing your fingertips on his neck as you felt his skin shiver against it. "You're gonna be the death of me, fuck", he muttered.

You gently chuckled as you pressed your lips against his, while your tongues fight for dominance. You were having too much trouble breathing, but you didn't want to let go of him just yet.

From the other side of the door, Poe told Kenobi there was a locked door. He asked for permission so he could tear it down. You didn't listen to the entire conversation, you were too focused on Anakin.

His scent was enveloping you and his warm body made you almost faint. He was feeling disturbed by the emotions washing over his entire body.

When Poe smashed the door down, you both were caught up with the loud thud and the echo it made. You slowly turned your head and watched the soldier stare back at you in shock.

You feel when Anakin stiffens his body close to you, his frown back on his face, but he doesn't move.

"I, uh-", Poe tried to explain himself but he was still surprised. "Uh, you're Anakin Skywalker and you're (Y/N)". He said it in an obvious way, too nervous to speak actual words.

The Master next to you just moved his body slightly to have a better look at him. "Yeah, what do you want?".

"I was... y'know", he pointed at you. "Just looking for her since she muted her walkie", he emphasized as he warned you about your walkie.

His brain was about to explode, and he made sure you knew he was mad at you. Obi-Wan is going to flip out at you.

He was chuckling nervously as he clumsily scratched his forehead. "I'm sorry about the door. I'll let General Kenobi you're alive and well".

God, this was just so embarrassing and ridiculous at the same time. You watched him leave and looked at Anakin with a flushed face. Now you were just too shy to stare at him.

"You better go", he said while grabbing your chin gently so you would look at him. "I'll see you around".

God, that's so not what you had in mind. You didn't want to go, you didn't want to leave him behind again. You shake your head and he makes you go, but you refuse to.

He turned his back against you, he didn't want to face you when you leave. This is like your first interaction all over again. He couldn't be able to watch you leave.

"Go!", his words were harsh and too sharp against your ear and you flinch, leaving the room. You had a last look at him, while he's leaning against a table, bringing his head down.

Fuck, why is it never a good time for you to be with him? Fuck you, Poe. You had to be a good soldier.

You got out of the elevator watching as Kenobi, Poe and the others finally finish the bounty, gladly winning the battle. You don't even disguise the irritation in your face when you get close to them.

This Ahsoka girl suddenly emerged behind you, the "swoon" of her saber too close to your back. "Hey, freeze", she shouted.

The whole group looked directly at you as she made a move on you. She was definitely shorter than you, but way more powerful.

"You're not leaving this building until you give me what we need". Kenobi approached both of you, carefully waving at her.

"We should talk first", he offered, she denied. She was one fierce little person. "Who are you here with?".

"My Master", she said. She then realized she shouldn't have said it.

"Yeah, and her Master is Anakin", you try to act too cool about it, but she threatened you.

His jaw dropped to the floor as he wasn't expecting it. Once again Skywalker made his presence known as he showed up, already wearing his armor again.

"Obi-Wan, you should go. I'm not gonna fight you this time", he made Ahsoka keep her saber down and she obeyed him.

"It's good to see you, kid", he was still too shocked. Oh, and then he remembered about what Poe said. "You've got some nerve messing around with this guy".

You held such a threatening gaze at Poe he almost squinted. You heard Anakin chuckle at his words.

"Relax, Obi-Wan. She's not your daughter and she's an adult".

"Yeah, but she's definitely reckless", he retorted.

"Can we just go?", you muttered between your teeth.

Kenobi walked a few steps and offered to shake Anakin's hand. He accepted it, much to your appreciation, since they didn't have a great time before they parted ways.

"Good to see you, kid. And you have one brave little apprentice". He gave her a kind smile and she was too reluctant to accept it before she smiled back at him.

This time, he watched you go. He watched as you looked back before getting in the ship next to Poe. He's gonna get an earful for the next fucking century, you thought. When you looked through the window, you thought you saw him waving at you, but you weren't so sure.

"Be safe, Anakin", you thought to yourself.

Again, he could hear the muffled words in his head echoing. They were the same words you proclaimed after you left his place.

He felt a pinch in the pit of his stomach, much harder this time. He didn't have time to explain his apprentice he had to leave before it was too late.

He managed to follow Obi-Wan's ship, realizing he was keeping you under his watch. At his little place. Obviously, you had your own room, your bathroom, kitchen. But it was still his place.

He waited until Kenobi left the building and tried to sneak in, not knowing you were wrapped around a towel after taking a shower. Jesus, the way his look burned your skin, his eyes filled with lust as he tried to compose himself.

He cleaned his throat before you were fully naked in front of him, seeing you jump out at the sound. He was honestly kind of amused.

"What the hell are you doing here? If Obi-Wan sees you he's gonna fight you", you were trying to remain calm, but you were combusting in embarrassment as he watched you barely naked.

"He's not here", he explained, simply. The more he got closer to you, the more you started shivering. It was driving you crazy to see you so vulnerable like that.

"I asked what are you doing here", you repeated yourself, your words coming our barely above a whisper.

He grabbed your neck with both hands kindly, it started to feel numb. "I can't stop thinking about you, not even one day, after you left".

It hit you so hard and you came to the realization that he knew you were thinking about him as well. Anakin worked his way through the Sith, leaving the darkness behind because he knew he could be a better person.

He wanted to become a better person for the others, he managed to keep his path as a Jedi, but he only found a way that led him to teach Ahsoka. It didn't mean he really was a good person, he just wasn't the devil anymore like he was before.

"God, I can't stop picturing you and your lips", he squinted his eyes shut. He inhaled your smell, the smell of your shampoo. His thumbs were rubbing against your cheeks as you just cherished the moment.

"I can't fucking do this anymore. I can't be that far from you", he didn't let you speak, he planted a soft kiss against your lips, licking them as he tried to grant access. You nibbled his lip and hovered your tongue against his.

He quickly wrapped you around his broad arm as he deepened the kiss, quickly nudging his warm body across yours. He tried to get rid of his tunic without breaking the contact but knew it was impossible.

You took that opportunity to undress him, lowering his pants alongside with his underwear, you were burning inside. You didn't want to wait too long to suck him out of his mind.

His cock displayed right in front of you, a huge vein right across his length as it slapped against his bellybutton. You could see it glistening with the precum and you felt your mouth fill up with saliva.

You kneeled in front of him, watching as he tried to hold his eyes open but he couldn't take the sensation of desire out of his mind. His vision became foggy as you quickly pecked his tip, savoring his taste in your mouth as you listened to him hiss. You watched his hard rock twitch against your touch and you took him in fully.

His tip hit the back of your throat and you almost gagged, taking your time to adjust to his size inside your mouth. He grunted so loudly you couldn't help but smirk against his skin. You start bobbing your head up and down, tasting him entirely.

"Fuck, your mouth is just so goddamn good", he muttered against his teeth. He watched as you were still staring at him with flickering eyes. Anakin took a handful of your hair in his hand, thrusting against your mouth.

As you kept a faster pace, you felt yourself unconsciously moaning with a mouthful of his length. It was vicious. He tasted nothing like you thought, it was a hundred times better than that. He couldn't stop looking at you, at the way you perfectly wrapped your mouth around him made him become feral.

He didn't want to cum in your mouth, he wanted to cum inside you. Even if it wasn't the ideal time for that as he just confessed his feelings, but he was feeling too vulnerable right now.

He pulled your hair a little, just enough for you to stop eating him whole. He brought you closer and kissed you as if he depended on it. He tasted himself and he didn't care, because you were so hot right now. He locked your lower lip against his teeth and groaned your name. It made you soak in between your legs.

For his luck, you were already naked for him. He pulled the towel off of your body, throwing the fabric away from both of you and enjoyed the view. He liked his lips as he saw your exposed nipples, hard already. Anakin exchanged lustful gaze between your face and your breasts and hungrily grabbed one of them by his mouth.

You felt your legs become jelly when he used his metal fingers to rub against your nipple with his hand, while he was too busy sucking your skin raw. He was completely lost in his world, not caring he's making too many sounds, mumbling against your sensitive skin.

You finally grabbed his perfect curly hair with both hands, making a mess of it, while he was too preoccupied eating your nipple. You whined as the thin air made your sounds echo around the room.

He turned your body over and pushed you against the bed as you fell on the mattress. He wanted to see you on your knees while taking him inside you. It took you by surprise as one of is thumbs gently rubbed your swollen bud, shivering at his touch.

"God, you're so fucking wet", he pleaded with a loud grunt. "You're soaking for me, my darling". He was switching between tenderness and dominance and it made you feel lightheaded.

He used his fingertip to carefully massage your clit, opening your glistened folds, sliding it up and down your core. He leaned against your back and started to spread soft kisses around your skin. You couldn't stop holding your damn moans, you were just a fucking mess right now.

Anakin kept his finger around your folds, slowly sliding down until he reached your entrance. The way you flinched against his touch and arched your back made him hold your hips tightly with his other hand.

"Oh, Anakin", you mewled softly. He was trying to focus on giving you pleasure, but you were making it hard for him as he felt his dick was about to explode.

He rubbed your walls with so much desire, you could feel his thick fingertip touch your sweet spot back and forth. You were having trouble not rolling your hips against his delicious finger.

Skywalker kept leaving kisses all over your body, rambling sweet nothings close to your ear as you were feeling your release crawling up in your veins. When he felt your core clenching around his thumb, he let go of you.

He was urging to get inside you, his dick was aching and he was feeling a buzz in his ears. He spread one of his big hands across your back as he gently pushed you a little against the mattress. Anakin started to rub his tip against your folds, spreading them wide.

You felt your core burning up against his skin, you couldn't hold in any moan anymore and he quickly made his way inside of you. He let out a sweet groan as his length stretched your walls and you leaned forward in response.

It was a sweet motion as he first thrusted against you, his tip hitting your cervix as you tried to keep riding his cock back. His metal hand was hanging in your ass when he squeezed it tightly. "Oh my God, Anakin", you purred.

Your sweet talking got him sinking into you further and further, his metal fingers were leaving marks on your ass and he tried to keep himself calm, because he was losing control over his desire.

"You're so fucking tight, I'm going to ruin you", his husky voice was ringing in your head and he leaned towards you. You felt his rapid breath fanning your left ear and you squeezed harder around him, leaving him on the edge of his own orgasm.

When he noticed you were about to reach your release, he slowed down his pace so he could wait for you to come first. But the way his cock was arched inside you, hitting you nonstop, you felt your climax washing over you so hard you almost fainted.

Skywalker gripped his arm around you so you fell apart under him, as he rocked his hips against your ass. The mixture of sounds that could be heard in your room included your panting, his groans, and your skin slapping against his.

You felt him stutter behind you, leaking inside you as he fell over you, trying to breath as his lungs were out of air. "Fuck, this was marvelous". His voice was just above a whisper, his breath fanning you.

You were feeling so weak you barely laid down to watch him as he pulled away from inside of you and managed to clean you up first. He was still high up on his bliss when he fell on the mattress next to you, rubbing your cheek using his thumb.

You didn't speak for several minutes until he noticed you were conflicted. Was this just a one night stand thing? He trailed his fingertips across your skin, tangling his fingers against yours.

"I think we should start seeing each other more often. Nothing with surprises, I hate it. Because.. I- I think I like you", he almost tripped over his words.

"I feel like your presence that day changed the course of my path. I'd hate so say I'm not that person anymore, because I still am deep inside".

"I don't care, as long as you promise me you'll always be safe. Promise me you'll be around and make sure you're still you", you brushed your small fingers on his scarred face as he closed his ocean blue eyes and enjoyed your kind touch.

Anakin knew he couldn't just do it like that, this is not how it worked for him because he still couldn't fully trust himself. But he would have to try, for you.

"I promise I'll be safe. I promise I'll be Anakin Skywalker", he gracefully holds your hand and give it a wet gentle kiss. His eyes flicker with the emotion he's feeling in his veins.

He promised himself as well. Because he knew, deep in his soul, he should've been the same man he is now.

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I love you and your celebrations! You know how much I loved Crosshair x Sith!Reader. I would love to see more of their story with the quote, "Look at her -- I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way -- what bliss." Thank you, sweetie 😘😘😘

@firstofficerwiggles thank you for your amazing request. You always ask for something extra and I love it.

Here's a continuation to the Crosshair x Sith!Reader you wanted. I did write it with a f!reader in mind.

What You Deserve - Part 2

Warnings: Possession, anger, shock, pleading, twisted love, Sith!reader, extreme reactions, force choking, unintentional choking, fear, worried for someone else's welfare, convincing someone to leave, civil war, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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Hunter stood looking at Crosshair, shocked by his declaration. Wrecker, Echo and Omega all shared a similar shocked expression, granted in varying degrees. Tech however, remained stoic and kept his eyes on you, his hand ready by his side; almost as though he knew his brother wouldn’t have joined them and for one specific reason, you.

“You’re not coming?” Wrecker asked once more hoping he’d heard incorrectly.

“I’ve made my decision.” Crosshair gently repeated as he shifted closer to you.

When the two of you headed towards the planet, Lannik, the last thing you expected was … well a few things. One, actually finding Jedi sympathizers, and a hub to smuggle them and the Jedi from. The second being, Crosshair’s family. You hadn’t expected to find them helping Jedi sympathizers; and when you both ran into them, it caught you completely unaware. That brief second you hesitated, allowed for the transport ship to make its escape, and for the two of you to be captured by Crosshair’s family. Finally, the last thing you expected was for there to be some sort of civil war, between those in favour of the Empire and the rebels. Somehow, you ended up being caught in the middle of a firefight, and before you knew it, his family had brought you to a safe place. Everything happened so fast, you couldn’t even get it clear in your own head. Of course, that could also have something to do with the concussion you were currently suffering from.

Truthfully, you could’ve avoided all of it, but then that would mean doing the very thing you’d sworn you wouldn’t do; make decisions on Crosshair’s behalf. Even though everything inside of you was screaming to keep him all to yourself, to hide him from anyone else.

When Hunter offered him a chance to leave your side and go back to them, you felt your blood beginning to boil, wanting to just erase them from before you; however, for Crosshair’s sake you held back.

It took all your strength and effort not to kill his family right there and then. The fear of being on your own again, of not being able to find someone that makes you feel the way Crosshair does; someone who makes you feel safe and secure. Having to face your Master without support. The fear began to grip your heart, as you felt it fuel your anger.

“We all have different choices to make.” Hunter continued, completely oblivious to the turmoil you were under the more he spoke, “Are you sure about this? About staying with …” he motioned towards you. He couldn’t bring himself to say your name.

Crosshair turned to look at you, a small smile on his lips, it quickly disappeared as he faced Hunter again.

“I’m sure.”

“You could die because of her or she might make you kill for her.”

He turned once more to look at you, "Look at her --“ he turned back to face Hunter, resolution in his eyes and determination set in his face, as a slight smirk appeared on his lips, “I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way -- what bliss."

Tech shook his head, “She may have you under mind control.”

“I. Would. Never. Do. That.” You hissed through gritted teeth, your voice low and dangerous as you spoke towards goggles, your anger was becoming harder to control as it simmered just below the surface, taking a step closer, your hand moved toward your lightsaber without thinking, a clear warning to his brothers.

Crosshair could see in your eyes, the slight hue of red beginning to appear, he knew they were pushing your buttons and he needed to bring you back down, he held his hand out towards you keeping you back as he shook his head.

“I know, sweetness.” The term of endearment slipping out, hoping it would break through your anger, “Just ignore him. I know you’d never hurt me.”

You narrowed your eyes at his brothers as you nodded, you had enough of this nonsense. All you two had been listening to for the past hour was them trying to convince him to leave you, and come back to them. All it did was keep pushing you closer to the edge, the anger within you at its breaking point. You didn’t want Crosshair’s attention deviated, you wanted him to be focused solely on you, and not having to listen to his brother’s conversations, not wanting their opinion to influence him.

The last thing you wanted to keep hearing was them trying to convince the one you wanted to leave your side.

Regardless of what they had to say, he was yours.

How it actually happened, was still a bit of a mystery to you, but at some point during the hyperspace journey, to this horrendous planet, you both finally admitted your feelings.

And now he was yours to love.

Yours to care for.

Yours to have by your side.

He was yours, he couldn’t leave.

He couldn’t leave.

You’d never let him leave, not now that you just found each other. The only way he’d ever be allowed to leave, would be either by his death or yours.

However, if his brothers weren’t around, all of this would be moot. If only his brothers could die… had died on Kamino. With each passing thought, your anger grew stronger, fiercer, more possessive.

Crosshair stepped into your field of vision as he saw your fists clench, your eyes shifting to their reddish hue. He cupped your cheeks, holding your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him. To see him, not his brothers. “Cyar’ika, calm down. I’m not leaving you. Not now. Not ever. I’m here. I’m by your side. Look at me, cyar’ika. Look at me.”

Your eyes focused on him, the anger within you slowly subsided. You closed your eyes and let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, as the pounding in your chest, and the whispers of voices in your head diminished. You let go of your clenched fists, and held his wrists.

As soon as you released your fists there was a collective gasp of coughing, as all his brothers kneeled on the floor gasping for air. Omega, had been the only one not affected as she ran between her brothers providing any sort of comfort or relief she could.

Shock and surprise filled your face, when you opened your eyes and saw the damage you caused. Seeing his brothers on the ground, gasping for air wasn’t what you wanted, even if you thought about it, you never wanted to actually hurt Crosshair or his family.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You repeated over and over again, as tears streamed down your cheek, “I didn’t mean to … it was an accident… I’m sorry…”

“Shhh” Crosshair placed a kiss on your forehead as he held you close, he glanced over his shoulder to Hunter who was kneeling on the ground, as he began to breathe normally, Omega’s hand on his shoulder. He knew it wasn’t your fault, sometimes you couldn’t control the beast within, as you called it, “You should leave. We’re fine.”

“Crosshair, she’s dangerous. She’ll turn on you too.” Hunter pleaded one last time.

“No. She won’t.” Crosshair looked into your eyes, his trust and faith evident in every look, smile and word utter from his mouth, “Just like I’ll never turn my back on her.” He held you close, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, as he guided you away. “Let’s go, cyare.”

You nodded, enjoying the closeness.

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aestariiwilderness · 8 months ago

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Bad Batch -- Actually Probably Not Spoilers?

But Just In Case:

Like, for plot reasons, I see why they couldn't do it. But my biggest (and possibly the funniest) peeve I have with Bad Batch is this: Canonically, Tech is some kind of master hacker. Can forge chain codes after learning about them five seconds ago. Hacks battle droids -- presumably, you know, SECURED in some way -- on the regular. Masked a ship's signature or whatever. Calculates percentages of plans' successes on the fly while hanging upside down from a screechy flying reptile. Has zero fear (except when Omega is driving the Marauder or someone is doing the Wikipedia entry who isn't him) ("it's not affecting life support. We're fine"; riot racing; everything he's ever done). The moral heart of the Batch pre-Omega ("the systematic termination of the Jedi was a big one for me"; "I understand. I do not agree with you"; "of course we are a family"; "we have not always seen eye to eye with Crosshair but he is our brother and we do not leave our own behind"; but has no issue being pragmatic when it's called for (see: Cid, riot racing again, missions for Rex, interruptions thereof, etc.). Seriously. Wack job of a man. Crazy. Strict moral code arranged almost solely around his family that absolutely nobody sees coming and that, specifically, does NOT preclude massive destruction, property damage, and lethal measures. Ridiculous man. Homeschooled. Genetic Mandalorian. COMPETENT. (Usually.) Bona fide, literal, genetically-engineered test tube genius who is also biologically nine years old. Has no concept whatsoever of overkill. Point being -- he is EXACTLY the kind of person I would expect, once it sunk in that: 1. They are no longer Kaminoan/Republic property 2. They are, in fact, on the run with fam + new baby and - cranky but nonetheless beloved sniper bro who picked a terrible time to be stupid And 3. that "money" is now a thing they must Account For.... Give him two days to study finances, economy, and the various mafia; send him on a weekend trip to Nal Hutta to observe gangs, and hey presto -- the Hutts? overthrown in a year. Black Sun? Under new management. Pykes? A thing of the past. The Senate? Convening emergency sessions to discuss Where All the Money Has Gone. Palpatine's Secret Slush Fund #43? Drained. Hemlock's Science Budget? Currently funding the clone rebellion. ISB 401ks? Being used to pay someone to "retrieve" (read: kidnap) Crosshair from Rampart. Cad Bane's baby-stealing revenue? Currently outfitting the Marauder with gold plating. My point: WHY ISN'T TECH HACKING STAR WARS ATMs Story would have been over six episodes in. Tech would have foreclosed on the Palace; the Death Star would have fallen prey to insurance fraud; Omega would have grown up with more gowns than Padme. The Banking Clan bows to their new and, uh, eccentric overlords. Wrecker has thirteen new Z-6 cannons. Echo has thirteen natborn employees and is thoroughly enjoying himself. Hunter took an actual shower (still didn't get a new bandana). The Empire is turning over the empty coffers and shaking them out, wondering if they have rats. Mas Amedda is standing on street corners with an upturned hat. Crosshair is happily occupied with suing the Kaminoans for emotional damages. The end

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bits-and-babs · 2 years ago

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My love, I am begging for the tiniest crumb for Matt the Radar Tech. Anything related to him I’m so soft for. Whatever your heart desires! the sluttier the better tho— I have such a weakness.

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Matt the Radar Tech x f!Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: written by someone who has absolutely no fucking clue how D&D works, so PLEASE take all of this with a grain of salt. Weirdly inspired entirely by the Roll For Sandwich series on TikTok by @adventuresinardia. Filthy nerd talk, a lil’ dry humping, Nipple play, p in v sex, cream-pie (shut up, I know).

summary: Matt can’t seem to focus while introducing you to D&D.

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“Wait,” you mumble, staring at the copious sets of dice displayed across the durasteel tabletop, “You mean… I get to choose my character?”

No amount of Jedi foresight or Sith Holocron visions could possibly explain how Matt had managed to rope you into playing Dungeons and Dragons. Of course, you always supported his hobby— but throwing yourself into a roleplaying game that you had little to no understanding of left you feeling like you were floating in dead space, even with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you rooted to his lap.

“Yup,” he nods simply, pointing to the little sheet of paper with his scratchy handwriting detailing the breakdown of each character option. “You get to choose who you wanna be.”

You swallow thickly, feeling nerves settle in the pit of your stomach. Why did this feel like a Jedi youngling choosing its first kyber crystal? A path-defining choice that sealed your fate from the beginning?

“Uhm-… Well. Who do you play as?” You ask cautiously, feeling Matt’s chin settle on your shoulder, the frame of his glasses digging into your cheekbone as you pick up the character sheet.

“I’m the DM,” Matt speaks again, matter-of-fact in that frustratingly-adorable way that makes you turn your head pointedly and give him the kind of look that simply states ‘go on’. “Oh-… Dungeon Master. I control the gameplay- kinda. Don’t sweat the rules right now, Sunshine; just pick the one that speaks to you.”

Stars, Matt’s illegible handwriting is near enough impossible to read as it is, but throwing in unknowns like ‘NPC’ and ‘entangle spells’ leaves you feeling as though someone has removed your brain's hyperdrive.

Thankfully, each character class has been given its own pros and cons table, detailing why you should and shouldn’t choose them. Matt presses delicate kisses across your neck as you read through each list, words blurring slightly when he runs his hands over your thighs.

“Uhm…” you squeak, face burning hot as you stare at the white sheet. “T-The Fighter seems like a good option?”

“Good choice,” Matt mumbles, earnest in his compliment. His palm squeezes at your hips, humming softly as he slips the other under your perfectly ironed uniform. “They’re easy for beginners.”

“Yeah? Good,” you sigh shakily, happy that you’d at least made an intelligent decision. “Did-… Did your brothers play this with you growing up?”

“Randy did,” Matt nods, cupping one of your breasts and squeezing it through the thin material of your bralette. It’s hard to focus, to give him your full attention when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and finger. “Kylo had a habit of losing his temper.”

“Oh,” you whisper, and it’s so pathetically breathy that you want to smack yourself. Trying, instead, to distract yourself from Matt’s wandering hands, you point at the number set on the table. “Do-… Do you roll the dice to make decisions?”

“Mhmm-hm,” he hums, dragging his tongue across the flat of your neck with a muffled groan. He’s so clingy today, seemingly unbothered by your sudden interest in his roleplay game as he smothers you with kisses. “-or an outcome. Roll. See what you get.”

Shakily, you scramble to capture the golden, glittery D-20 in your palm. Matt continues to traverse your body, both hands squeezing at your tits now as he grinds his hips up into you. You can feel his cock, hard beneath your ass.

Desperate to distract yourself from the growing heat in the pit of your stomach, you practically throw the die across the table. It clatters, clanging against the metal before coming to a sudden halt. The gilded ink stares right back at you, a 20 clear as day on the face pointing to the ceiling.

“Oh- I got a twenty!” You say quickly, throwing your hands up in victory. Sure, you’re not sure what it means, but surely it’s good?!

Then your stomach squeezes, erupting in butterflies because you can feel the smirk that dances across your neck. Matt’s plotting. It’s not good when he plots.

“Know what that means?” He hums, his nimble fingers popping the button of your fitted uniform trousers with ease. “Means I get to fuck you.”

His filthy mouth floods your body with heat, jaw slack as he yanks the material over your hips. “U-Uhm- I don’t think that’s in th-the rules-!”

“I’m the Dungeon Master,” Matt states pragmatically, already pushing your panties to the side and fishing his hard cock from his flight suit, “I control the game.”

The head of his cock notches your entrance, your body begging for it with how easily you take his length. He groans loudly, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you seat your hips against his, taking him fully with one easy glide of his hips. He stretches you just right the head bumping something cataclysmic inside of you in this position.

“So fuckin’ sexy when you talk D&D,” he moans in your ear, frantic hands rumpling your uniform as he tugs it over your chest to gain access to your body easier. “Turns me on.”

“I-I don’t-“ you want to tell him how you have no idea what you’re talking about, that none of it makes sense and that you’re just guessing, but he rolls his hips beneath you, and your foundations crumble. You cover your mouth quickly, muffling your moans as he fucks up into you with skilled thrusts.

“Wanna dress you as a Druid. Wanna fuck you right here on this table during a campaign,” he runs his mouth, using his grip on your hips to push you down onto his cock, reaching depths inside you that have your eyes rolling. You tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he pinches your nipple, teeth worrying your neck and sucking on the tender flesh so that a bruise will peek over your collar in the morning.

Commander Ren will kill you.

“Do you think they’d mind, hmm?” Matt asks you; his voice strained as his cock twitches inside of you. “I don’t think so. Think they’d be happy to pause the game to see these pretty lips around my dick.”

“Matt-“ you choke out, feeling him tear up against something ruinous inside of you. It surges up, his filthy words spurring it on as it amplifies.

“That’s it, Sunshine. That’s it, can feel it coming,” he slurs, dipping his hand under the waistband of your underwear to bear down on your clit with the pad of his index finger. “You gonna be good for me? C’mon, give it to me.”

Your vision goes white. It sparks static, rips through you like Matt had aimed a StarKiller superweapon straight at you. You arch your back against his chest, sobbing out a slurred mix of his name and a curse as your orgasm crackles through you.

Distantly, you hear the groan of bliss as Matt drives deep inside of you, the fluttering of your cunt drawing an agonised gasp from his throat as he cums. You’re sobbing loudly, the pulse of his load filling you, surging you towards a euphoria you didn’t think was possible.

The thudding of your pulse drowns out the sounds of the StarKiller base, and when you open your eyes, you find yourself gazing at the ceiling. You’re arched awkwardly against Matt’s body, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you come down from your impossible high.

“Oh…” you mumble weakly, listening to his heaving breaths in your ear. Your question comes out sounding more like a wheeze. “Are-… Are you sure you’re not a wizard? Is… that even a class?”

It’s quiet at first—a chuckle. But then Matt bursts into laughter, squeezing you tight to his body as it shakes with the peals.

“Yes! Yes, it is!”

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missfrieden · 3 months ago

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Tech as a father Chapter 63

Firstly I am sorry, I think I may not be the best at writing missions and battles so well.

Masterlist

Chapter 63: Little Trooper

Tech, receiving the orders from Hunter, observes Orion's adorable response. The infant, despite the earplugs muffling the instructions, babbles back in his own way, swaying his tiny blaster and bouncing in the carrier. Tech smiles, acknowledging Orion's spirited enthusiasm, even though the little one may not fully comprehend the strategic details of the mission, even if he acts like he does.

"Good to have your support, Orion," Tech playfully comments, adjusting the carrier to ensure his son's comfort while they prepare for the next phase of the operation. As the squad mobilizes to carry out Hunter's directives, Orion continues to emit joyful sounds, blissfully unaware of the tactical complexities unfolding around him.

Amanda, recognizing the need for assistance, directs her Padawan, Alma, to join Wrecker in handling any remaining droids. Alma, eager to contribute, swiftly heads toward Wrecker's position, lightsaber at the ready. As she approaches, Wrecker, engaged in the battle, acknowledges her presence. "Hey there, little one! Ready to smash some clankers?" Wrecker grins, his attention briefly shifting from the droids to Alma. Alma nods, determined, and activates her lightsaber. “Yes, let’s go!” The duo, now teamed up against the remaining droids, adds a touch of synchronized Jedi finesse to the chaotic battlefield.

Amanda, positioning herself next to Tech at the console, keeps a vigilant eye on the entrance, ready to defend against any potential droid threat. The bond between them evident, she silently communicates her unwavering support to Tech, her love, her rock and her husband. Tech, immersed in his analysis of the tactical situation, occasionally glances at Amanda, acknowledging her presence with a subtle nod. The shared understanding between the Jedi and the clone adds an unspoken layer of reassurance in the midst of the ongoing battle.

As Orion continues to gleefully smack his miniature blaster against Amanda's arm, Tech can't help but marvel at the connection between them. It's a testament to Amanda's ability to discern the unspoken language of Orion's babbles, a skill that Tech himself is still mastering. Amanda, with a warm smile, encourages Orion's antics. "You've got quite the blaster skills, little trooper," she playfully comments, acknowledging the tiny warrior in the making. Orion, sensing the positive energy, responds with even more enthusiasm, his baby babbling adding a layer of adorable communication to the scene. His blaster swaying, maybe not held right, but still being a happy little proud baby.

Tech glances at Amanda with a mix of admiration and curiosity. The understanding between them, transcending words, paints a picture of a bond that goes beyond the conventional. It's a reminder that even in the midst of a mission, there are moments of joy and connection that bridge the gap between Jedi and clone. The room is filled with a unique harmony, the hum of technology, the distant sounds of battle, and the infectious laughter of a baby who, in his own way, is an integral part of this unconventional family.

“He is not even holding the blaster in the correct way,” Tech starts to explain as he attempts to adjust Orion’s determined hold on the toy, which is not working. “So I guess, it can’t be that bad” Tech ends as he instead turns his attention back to the download. Amanda chuckles at Tech's attempt to justify the realistic toy blaster. "Well, as long as he understands the difference between playtime and reality… but I have to admit Wrecker did a pretty good job crafting it." she concedes, reaching over to gently push Orion's hair back under the helmet. The baby responds with a delighted gurgle, seemingly pleased with the attention from his mother.

Tech nods in agreement, appreciating Amanda's understanding and the unspoken agreement they share about Orion's safety. As the mission progresses, the squad works seamlessly, Orion's presence serving as a reminder of the unique dynamics within the group. In the midst of the ongoing battle, Tech steals a moment to glance at Amanda, offering a silent acknowledgment of their shared responsibility for the little trooper. It's a fleeting exchange, but in that moment, their unity in protecting Orion is crystal clear. The squad moves forward, a family forged in the crucible of conflict, with the smallest member contributing his own brand of joy to the mix.

Tech engages with the requisition (that word feels wrong) process, ensuring that additional clone troopers are stationed on the planet to safeguard the dig sites. Amanda, understanding the importance of this precaution, collaborates with him, offering insights that may aid in selecting troopers with the necessary skills for this specific assignment.

The squad, aware of the delicate balance they maintain with Orion in their midst, takes the initiative to enhance security measures. The additional clone troopers arrive, and a strategic plan is laid out to reinforce the defence around the valuable ore deposits. Orion, blissfully unaware of the strategic discussions taking place, finds amusement in the presence of more individuals than his father and uncles. His innocent giggles resonate through the briefing room in the temple, a heartening sound that serves as a reminder of the familial bond forged amidst the challenges of their unique situation. And as Alma asked if she is able to watch Orion for a while, Tech reluctantly hands him over, noticing Amanda looking at him, telling him in a way to let Alma do that.

As Alma later attempts to use the Force to make Orion float, Tech and Amanda, leaving the room with the others, acting swiftly on their parental instincts, rush to intervene. Panic briefly flashes across their faces, the fear of potential harm to their son gripping their hearts. Amanda, with a quick and firm gesture, halts Alma's attempt to manipulate the Force around Orion. Tech, his protective instincts in full force, gently scoops up Orion, cradling him in his arms. Both parents exchange a glance, silently conveying their shared concern. Amanda addresses Alma, her tone gentle but firm, explaining the need for caution when involving the Force around young and vulnerable beings. “Alma never use the force on unpredictable objects, or beings. You are not adept enough in manipulating moving objects, that you could quickly intervene when someone, like Orion suddenly moves or scrams, and thus breaking your concentration.”

Alma, recognizing the gravity of the situation, expresses understanding and assures them that it was an impulsive and misguided decision. “I will not do it again, even if he seemed to have fun.” Tech still holding Orion close, nods of gratitude for Alma's acknowledgment and continue to prioritize Orion’s safety above all else. And Alma then heads over to Echo, to ask him more questions about his cybernetics.

“How about we are more subtle?” Hunter's quiet reminder draws Tech and Amanda's attention, and they exchange a knowing look. Amanda, realizing the need for discretion, takes a step back, giving Hunter the space to address the situation. As Hunter examines Orion with a practiced eye, Tech subtly nods in acknowledgment. Hunter, in his usual pragmatic manner, suggests that their familial bonds should not compromise the effectiveness of the squad. Tech and Amanda, understanding the importance of maintaining professionalism, nod in agreement. They assure Hunter that they will be more mindful of their actions, especially in the field where subtlety is crucial.

Tech and Amanda, aware of the delicate nature of their relationship, continue to maintain the secrecy of their love. Tech, carrying the product of their union, Orion, as a constant reminder, ensures that their forbidden connection remains concealed within the confines of the squad. Amanda, equally cautious, conceals her emotions behind the role of a Jedi. The duo becomes adept at exchanging subtle glances and brief touches, hidden within the context of their interactions as squad members. They find solace in stolen moments, fleeting touches that speak volumes without uttering a word. Amidst the chaos of missions, the clandestine nature of their love adds an undercurrent of tension, making each shared glance and touch all the more meaningful. Yet, despite the secrecy, their commitment to each other and their growing family remains unwavering. As they navigate the challenges of their hidden love, Tech and Amanda draw strength from the shared understanding of the uniqueness of their situation. The delicate dance of concealing their love while nurturing their connection with Orion becomes an integral part of their journey within the squad.

As the squad prepares to leave, Alma expresses her reluctance. "I wish we could stay longer. I really love spending time with Orion," she grumbles, her attachment to the young clone evident. Amanda chuckles at Alma's sentiment and places a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I understand, Alma. Orion is a special presence, he even has me wrapped around his tiny fingers. But remember, we Jedi must find balance. Our duties are crucial, and your training is important for the Order."

Alma nods, her expression still reflecting a mix of disappointment and understanding. "I know, Master, but I just... I feel a connection with him. It's hard to explain." But that Amanda admitted the same, makes it a bit less worrisome for her. Amanda smiles warmly. "Your compassion is admirable, my Padawan. But you'll learn to manage these feelings as you progress in your training. And who knows, they might visit again soon. I do value their effectiveness." Alma grins, and heads over to Wrecker, Echo and Crosshair to bid them farwell.

Which Tech quickly uses to head over to Amanda, so he and Orion can say goodbye in a proper manner, or as proper as the situation allows. Hunter, aware of the delicate situation between Tech and Amanda, approaches them subtly. "Everything alright?" he inquires, trying to gauge the emotional atmosphere. Amanda nods, giving a reassuring smile. "Yes, Hunter, just the usual challenges of balancing duty and personal connections. We'll manage." Tech, with Orion securely in his arms, adds, "We appreciate your understanding, Hunter. It's not always easy, but we find a way."

Later the Havoc Marauder lifts off, Alma waving a reluctant goodbye to Orion and the others. Amanda watches over both her apprentice and the departing ship, embracing the responsibility of navigating the complexities of her roles as a Jedi and a mother. The journey continues, leaving behind a sense of accomplishment and the bittersweet emotions of parting.

Chapter 64

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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danceswithsporks · 2 years ago

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Warm- Part 7

Part 1 of 6 in the Complete Series!

Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6

Tech x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Order 66

About: Cal and Ahsoka help Tech retrieve his memories where he meets someone unexpected.

Authors notes: Thank you everyone for your continued support! So sorry this took so long but I wanted it to be perfect! So much work and emotions went into this! I really hope y’all enjoy it!

Warm, the feeling of Ahsoka's hands on Tech's face as the clone laid on a pillow in her lap. His brown eyes looked up at the young Jedi as she spoke with the redhead next to her. She was going over the plan once more with the younger Jedi, a plan that Tech still didn’t fully understand, nor did Echo and Kix.

“Rex, are you sure this will work?” Echo stood with his back against one of the walls in your room. Ahsoka and Cal had been clear that your room was the best place to attempt this. The scent of you that hung in the air would work as a guide to get your memories back.

Rex nodded carefully as he moved to the side of your bed and passed Tech the thermos now filled with one of your teas. “You know as much as I do that the force does some amazing things. The Commander was able to find the chip using it. If it can find a small chip in my brain, then I trust that it can put his memories in order.” Looking at Tech carefully, Rex motioned for the spectacled clone to take a sip. “Drink, it’s the same one she made for you the first time you went to her shop.”

Ahsoka looked down at Tech and smiled softly as Cal spoke. “My Master and I did a lot of research on memory recall for those with amnesia. He’d hoped my sense echo could be used as a healing ability. We found that important memories hold the most power. So something like your first date with her could be enough to trigger the dam to finally break.”

“Recreating the Tea she first made you, her scent, anything to help stir that memory will be our starting point.” Ahsoka watched carefully as Tech sipped the tea before laying back in her lap. “I’ll be working as an amplifier for Cal. This could take more force ability than even he has.”

Tech swallowed the tea carefully and savored the familiar taste. It was delicious and cooling, a nice hint of citrus dancing on his tongue. First date? Was that what it had been? His mind wandered to the video on the datapad, you and him kissing, how you told him you were just friends. “I’ll do whatever it takes to remember everything, to remember her.”

A hum came from Ahsoka as her hands returned to the clone's face. She’d helped so many clones escape the empire with their beloveds. Watched as families were formed and saved. Cuts' family had been one of the first ones she and Rex had helped. After the Batch helped them leave their home planet they’d found their way to the Path. Seeing a clone with a wife and children renewed something within her and helped to drive her efforts. Now they’d assisted more clones than she could count. Helping Tech, the clone that had found Echo and freed him from the stasis chamber, return to the one that made his heart happy would be an honor. “She’s stunning. I hope we can help you.”

“And if it doesn’t then you just start over with her.” Echo watched as everyone’s eyes shifted to him. Letting out a breath he decided to elaborate. “ Think about it, you two were brought together for a reason. If it’s meant to be then you two will end up together again.”

“So we were together then? I asked her what we were and she told me we were friends.” Tech closed his eyes and let out a defeated sigh. “Why would she lie?” A tap on his cheek from Ahsoka made him open his eyes and look at the young Jedi.

“She probably wants you to remember on your own. From what she told me, your relationship was unique. I think remembering on your own would be a good thing and if you don’t then you make new memories with her.” You’d told her everything the moment you met her. The air of comfort she gave off was enough to get you talking.

Tech chewed his lip as she spoke. How special had your first meeting really been? “She told me she’d tell me how we met after five months if I couldn’t remember.”

Ahsoka smiled softly as she ran a hand over Tech's eyes, closing them. “Then let’s get to work.”

A nervous breath was released from the clone as he nodded. “Tell me how this works one more time.”

“Sure.” Cal rubbed his hands together before taking Techs in his hand once more. “Ahsoka will help me focus on your memories that are still blocked. The goal is to open them slowly and methodically. We do this too fast and you could go into total shock. Be down for weeks.”

“What should I expect?” The last thing Tech wanted was to be surprised and go into shock that way.

A hum came from Cal as he thought back to his studies. “I’ve only tried this one other time with a clone who had been hit on the head with a crate back when I was with my Master. The clone said it was like being in a long hallway with a lot of doors. Doors that were locked and light guided him to each important memory.” The ginger shrugged carefully. “According to the ancient texts, it could be different for each person though.” Who knew what it would be like for Tech?

Tech opened his eyes and glanced at the child from the side. He’d only done this one other time? “Did it work? Did he get his memories back?”

Cal looked away from them and towards his lap, a dark memory pulling its way to the front of his mind. “Yeah, just in time for him to try and kill me.”

Everyone in the room froze at the child’s words. A dark memory for every one of them. Rex had taken the bullet in the group and sat Tech down to explain what had happened. This wasn’t a memory the clone should remember suddenly. It was only right he understood what was truly happening in the galaxy and what had happened to so many of their brothers, and the Jedi.

Tech gave Cal's hand a gentle squeeze. A silent apology for the trauma they all lived through. Hearing what had happened, what his brothers had been forced to do, had been heartbreaking for Tech. The clones had given their lives for the Jedi and had stood on the battlefield beside them as friends, as family. Now they’d all but been wiped out, because of the clones. Very few Jedi remained now, somehow surviving the purge, Cal and Ahsoka being prime examples. It made him happy to know they’d survived and he hoped that countless more were out there.

Cal appreciated the silent apology. He’d heard so many apologies over these last few months on the run. It was odd. Like the more time passed, the more the chips began to wear off and more clones understood what had happened. He’d heard so many apologies now. The words became hollow after a while. But coming from Tech, a clone who didn’t remember the event, it meant more. “Just promise not to attack me.”

“Heh, I won’t.” The dark joke made the clone smile, glad to know the kid didn’t hold it against them and was able to joke about the event.

“Then let’s begin,” Ahsoka spoke softly as she closed her eyes and began to focus. “I am one with the force and the force is one with me.”

-*-

“Hello?” Tech looked around the calm and empty island. It was like a tropical getaway. A name flitted across his tongue carefully and a breathy “Pabu” left his lips as he turned in place. All the doors to the homes were closed tightly. Locks hanging from their doors in an almost comical way. When was the last time locks like these were even used?

“Tech.” Your voice was airy and danced across the wind to him.

Tech spun on his heels and looked at you quickly. The same gown you had worn in the video from before now on your lovely body. There was an almost glow to you as you moved down the cobbled path toward him. He watched as you smiled softly at him, happiness in your eyes that he hadn’t seen before, or maybe he had but couldn’t remember. “W-what are you doing here?”

The sound of a ceramic spoon spinning in a teacup filled the air as you laughed softly. “I’m here to guide you, of course.”

“Ah, you are my mind's representation of a guide then?” Of course, you weren’t actually there. He watched as you shook your head before stopping in front of him.

“I am not your mind, sweet Tech. Your friends, the Jedi, know me as Ashla, the force.” The force bowed its head carefully, your eyes twinkling back at him.

“I thought the force was a Jedi-only thing. Why are you appearing to me?” Tech was barely wrapping his head around Order 66 and having amnesia. Now he needed to figure this out?

A light chuckle came from Ashla as it motioned to a house at the base of the hill. “The force is within everything. Some are just attuned to me more than others. They are called Jedi.” It began its walk down the path and toward the structure. Time was of the essence. “Come, we have minimal time.”

Tech followed behind obediently, more questions than he could handle filling his mind. “There’s a time limit to this?” He honestly thought he’d have all the time he needed.

Ashla hummed softly as your fingers danced across the lock. After a moment a quiet click could be heard and the lock disintegrated into stardust. “We have until the sun rises. You must remember everything by then, or risk never remembering.”

“So if I don’t remember now, I’ll never remember?” That wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear. His hand ran through the mess of curls on his head and he let out a long sigh. “I just want to remember you, her, you know what I mean.”

A hum came from Ashla as Tech neared. “The longer it takes for the memories to return, the more likely they will never return. Our time together is limited but important.” Its hand raised and ran across Tech's cheek. “Allow me to give you some hope.”

Your hands, its hands, this was getting confusing for Tech, felt like Karlini silk as it glided across his cheek. Tech's eyes fluttered shut and for the briefest of moments he had a memory of you flit across his mind and for once he was able to pinpoint it, feel it, and remember it.

***

“Here, I brought some water, kinda hot today.” You stood next to him with a flask of water in your hand. On the pier next to your feet was a basket with a few sandwiches inside. One of the boats had broken down and Tech had been sweet enough to offer his skills with fixing it.

“Ah, thank you.” Tech took the container from you and drank from it. After a moment he pulled the bottle away and raised an eyebrow. The water was…sweet.

“Do you like it?” You smiled brightly at him, your lip between your teeth as you waited for him to reply.

Tech looked at you carefully as he mulled the taste in his mouth. He saw the way you anticipated his response. How you bounced on the balls of your feet in excitement. “I do. It is a unique taste.” Resting his hand on the mouth of the bottle he slowly unscrewed it. “May I take a peek inside?”

You nodded excitedly. “It’s water with a mix of berries. You said you didn’t find the appeal. So I wanted to test if that was true.” Shrugging playfully you took the water from him and took your own sip, putting the feelers out to see his reaction. Another experiment of yours. But he didn’t need to know about that one.

He watched as you sipped the drink before returning the original mouthpiece. The way your plump lips wrapped around the top of the bottle made something stir in him. It wasn’t right for him to have these inappropriate thoughts about you. Not when he wasn’t sure about your feelings for him. “A-are you saying that you experimented on me?” You smiled at him slyly before nodding. A laugh left him as he shook his head. “Did you perhaps pick that idea up from me?”

With a shrug, you took a seat on the pier next to him and dangled your feet towards the water below. “Maybe I took a note from when you tested Wrecker's sense of taste last week. Or maybe I’ve been doing some of my own research.” A smile played on your lips as you looked at him. This was nice, relaxing.

Tech really liked how you were currently looking at him. How the glow of the setting sunset surrounded you in a warm hug. Sitting back he hummed softly as a breeze hit you both. “ I must say, I was surprised that he did not notice the Trandoshan spice pepper in the macaroon you prepared.”

“You’re telling me. My brother tried one and started crying they were so spicy!” You laughed brightly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you did so. Beside you, Tech smiled softly at you, living the way your laugh sounded. Clearing your throat, you hummed softly. “Thanks for letting me be a part of that.”

Tech nodded as he looked down at the space between you two. If he moved his fingers just a little to the right he’d be able to touch your hands. Hunter's words rang in his ears once more and carefully he adjusted himself. “Of course. You make exceptional pastries and I knew he would not suspect anything if you offered them up.” His hand moved carefully and rubbed the side of yours. When you didn’t move it, he felt wings flutter within him once more.

“Anytime you need help with another experiment, just ask.” You smiled at him and the feeling of his hand next to yours. If you weren’t so much of a chicken then perhaps you’d snake your fingers through his and get it all in the open. But that’s what you were, a chicken. So instead you reached into the basket and pulled a sandwich out for Tech. “Here, eat up before you get too focused on that engine.”

***

Tech felt something within him lighten as the memory fizzled away. That memory had happened a few days before he left. A sigh left him as he finally remembered something that you were a part of. “I never realized she had listened when I mentioned not eating when I worked on projects.” Another sigh left him as the memory of him explaining how he tended to hyper-focus hit him. Another memory was back. Already he could feel more small ones hitting his body. Behind his eyes, the pain began to form once more and he found himself worrying that he’d collapse again.

Ashla reached forward and placed a delicate finger between his eyes. “Calm yourself, as we traverse larger memories, smaller ones will fill in the missing pieces. Do not worry. You will not go into shock, I will not allow it.”

The pain that had begun to form behind Tech's eyes dissipated slowly. As it did more small memories danced their way through his mind. How you liked your tea, the way you always hummed when a breeze went by. The smell of the ocean air and the smell of your perfume. This was a start. There was still something pulling at Tech though as Ashla moved its hand away. “I still don’t understand why you are helping me, a non-force sensitive.”

“Because.” Ashla moved its hand in a circle, stars spun around its fingers for a moment before an image of you sleeping formed. “Across the Galaxy, on a warm paradise planet. A pure heart is reaching for you with more strength and love than I’ve ever felt. I am inclined to see that heart not break any more than it already has.” Ashla wasn’t one to normally step in with these matters. But the way your heart begged and pleaded was enough to move its own heart if it had one.

Tech reached his hand out and hovered over the sleeping image of you. His brown eyes took in the way your brow was furrowed, how you tossed and turned in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare? Or were you just restless? He wished he could help you, calm you, or at least wake you up from whatever was distressing you. “Is she ok?” His voice was soft as he tried to remember the feeling of your hug.

“She has many nightmares, her mind is constantly filled with worry and fear. Though she puts on a warm smile and a brave face, within her is a cold fear that binds her heart.” Ashla could see the way Tech worried for you.

“I wish I could help her. Fix everything quickly so she could be happy once more.” Seeing you like this and hearing how hurt you were was painful for him. To his surprise, Ashla took his hand and pulled it toward the image. His fingers were pushed into the cool image and he watched in surprise as you woke up.

With a gasp, you shot up in your bed with your hand over your heart. The nightmare already becoming a distant memory for you as your hand ran over your face and through your tangle of hair. You couldn’t believe you’d woken up so quickly. Usually, the nightmares plagued you all night and held onto you tightly. But this time it was like someone had forcibly pulled you from your nightmare. A sarcastic laugh came from you as you moved the blankets on your bed around as if someone could forcibly wake you up while not being there.

“What just happened?” Did he have something to do with you waking up suddenly? Tech watched as you moved blankets around before letting out a sad sigh. “How long has she been having nightmares? Why is she having nightmares?”

Releasing Tech's hand, Ashla hummed softly before ending the image and instead replacing it with an image of him on the bed in your room. The others were now gone and he laid in a peaceful sleep on your bed. “When she left you and returned to her family, she left behind an item of importance that assisted her in handling her grief.” Tech gave it a confused look and Ashla decided to continue. “I believe you call the device a datapad.” With a spin of its hand, the image moved to you with Techs datapad in your hands.

“My datapad?” Tech watched as multiple images of you with the datapad flashed in Ashlas hand. “She spent every night with it, didn’t she?”

“Indeed.” Ashla willed the image back to your room. “The device was left behind when she left. Without it, it seems that the nightmares she kept at bay have returned.”

“But why did she leave it behind?” None of this was making sense to Tech. If the datapad had been helping you, why did you leave it behind? You didn’t seem like someone to forget something so important. While Tech pondered why you’d leave it behind, Echo's voice caught his attention. Turning towards Ashla, he found another image playing out.

***

“Cyare, are you sure you have to go? I’m sure your brothers are more than capable of taking care of him.” Echo watched as you moved around your room, packing everything into a small bag as quickly as you could.

“My brothers need to focus on the shop and honestly, I need space from all of this.” You sighed as you took the datapad in your hands and sat on the edge of your bed. Echo took a seat next to you and looked at Tech's datapad. “I thought I could handle this, work through all of this slowly and rebuild what Tech and I had. But after last night, I just…I think I still need time to process him being alive.”

A sigh left your lips as you passed the datapad to Echo. “When he remembers enough, make sure he gets it. There’s…some files on there I made for him.” Your hands shook slightly as you passed the datapad over. It felt like a part of your heart was being given away.

Echo nodded and carefully took the datapad, his hand resting on yours as he did so. “Will you come back?” When you shook your head he sighed while placing his forehead against your shoulder. “What do I tell the others?” You were the heart and soul of this place. Your warmth and caring smile helped all those that came through feel safe.

“For now, tell them I went home to help my dad. Then in two weeks, tell them I’m not coming back.” Your head tilted to the side and you rested it on top of Echos. “I’m sorry, Echo. I guess I’m not as strong as you all thought I was.”

Echo squeezed your hand gently. “Don’t say that. You’re stronger than any of us.”

“Thanks, Echo.”

***

“She’s not coming back?” No, you had to come back. You being around was what he needed. The memories were coming back finally. “I need to wake up. I need to get to her.”

Ashla closed the image and placed both hands around Techs. “Remember, if you wake now. You run the risk of losing all the memories.” Tech let out a long breath. “Stay and retrieve your memories. It will be worth it. That I can guarantee.”

Tech stared at Ashla in silence for a while as he tried to make a decision. Leave and possibly lose all memories or stay and get them back. If he left now he could hopefully build new memories with you. Start fresh and make something new for you both. But his mind went back to the night with you in front of the window and how hopeful you’d seemed. Looking at the door in front of him, Tech swallowed and stepped forward. “Let’s begin.”

-*-

“It’s been two days. When do we start to worry?” Echo chewed his lip as he stared at Tech's sleeping form on your bed. One of your blankets had been pulled over hun to keep him warm.

Kix checked Tech's pulse once more, as he did every hour, and shrugged. “He’s not in distress. I think it’s safe to say things are fine…for now.” Moving across the room, Kix sat in a chair and wrote his notes down quickly. He was anything if not diligent when he came to his medical notes and research. “Have you heard from her? How is her father doing?” His eyes never left his datapad. It wasn’t like you to not check in with everyone, he was beginning to worry.

Echo swallowed at the question. “Uh yeah, she’s been a bit busy with her family's shop. She sends her love.” Nope, he couldn’t tell any of them you weren’t coming back. He couldn't destroy all of their hope like that, not now at least.

-*-

Tech was tired, oh so tired. He’d experienced so many memories, so many moments in his life that made him think about everything. He’d relived order 66, Cross turning on them and leaving. Meeting Omega, the fall of Kamino, and the discovery of the chips. He remembered Cid and all the hard work the batch had done for her and how she’d left them stranded on that damned planet. Almost everything was back now, all that was missing was his time with you.

Over the course of getting his memories back, he’d slowly made his way up the large hill of Pabu. Now the top was in sight. Behind him, the night sky was beginning to brighten as the sun began to rise. Time was running out. Above him, Ashla sat on the stonewall near the top of the island. Feet dangling over the side, it watched as Tech wiped his hand across his forehead. “Time is almost up, I still need to remember her.”

With a wave of its hand, a rope fell from the top of the mountain towards Tech. Beside him, a barrier blocked his path up. “Then climb.”

A tired hand ran over the rope carefully. It wanted him to climb a rope the rest of the way. Tech's eyes shifted to the barrier and with a defeated sigh he began to climb. “Why am I climbing?”

Ashla hummed in thought, going over all of Tech's memories in its head. What was blocking the rest of his memories from coming in? Below it, the sound of Tech slipping and gasping showed what was wrong. “Your final memories of your beloved are blocked by a memory you refuse to remember.”

Tech clung tightly to the rope as it swayed back and forth above the island below. What did Ashla mean? How could something block his memories? “What is it?” He could see something shift in Ashlas eyes as it looked down at him. After a moment of silence, a dagger appeared in its hand and before he could react or say anything, the rope was cut.

And he fell.

-*-

“No!” Tech sat up with a gasp. His hand held his chest tight as the memory of him falling finally finished. Tears threatened his eyes as he tried to handle seeing his supposed death all over again. A shaky breath left his body.

“Tech, I’m here.” Echo rushed to his brother's side and wrapped an arm around him, letting him know he was safe. “You had us worried.”

Across the room, Kix moved to grab Tech a drink and inform the others that the clone was finally awake.

“How long was I down?” It felt like simply a day. But something told him it had been far longer. The sound of the door opening drew his attention. Kix, Ahsoka, and Cal all stepped into the room. Relief on all of their faces.

Kix crossed the room and passed Tech the thermos as he began to take the clone's vitals. “A week.”

Tech began to open the thermos but stopped at Kix's words. “A week? It felt like a day.” Sighing he took a drink and hummed at the taste of your tea. It wasn’t exactly like how you made it, maybe something was missing, but it was still good enough to trigger the rest of his memories of you. It all rushed back to him like the tsunami wave that hit your village. He could remember you holding onto him tightly as the waters pushed you two around. The look on your face as he kissed you to force air into your lungs. The way you looked at him after he kissed you a second time. “Where’s my datapad?” Tech looked around the group. He needed to see what you’d left him.

Echo placed a calming hand on his brother's shoulder. “Calm down. One thing at a time.” How did Tech know about the datapad? “What do you remember?”

He didn’t have time for this. “Everything. I remember everything. Now please, my datapad”

Sighing softly, Echo stood and moved to your dresser. He carefully slid the top drawer open and pulled out Tech's shirt. “Here.” He passed the shirt to Tech who unwrapped it carefully. Inside was the datapad that Tech was so desperately in search of. “There’s something you should know Tech, that all of you should know.” He looked at the group now assembled in the room.

“She’s not coming back.” Tech tapped at the screen and watched it prong to life. Instantly he began to search through the programs for anything you may have left behind.

“What?” Kix looked at Tech and Echo quickly. “Is this true, Echo?”

Echo ran his hand over his face. “It’s true.” His eyes shifted to Tech. “How did you know that though?”

There was something here in the messages section that he hadn’t seen before. Echos question reached his ears and nonchalantly he replied. “Ashla told me.”

Ahsokas head whipped away from Cal and to Tech. “What did you say?”

Tech fought the sigh that struggled to escape. He needed to focus on the current task. Placing the datapad down he looked at the ex-Jedi. “Ashla, the force, told me. Well, she showed me actually.”

“The force talked to you?” Ahsoka struggled to believe this. But only Jedi knew the force's ancient name.

“It did.” Tech quickly explained how it had taken on your image to speak to him. How it guided him through his memories and kept him from going into shock. He explained how Ashla had only appeared because your heart begged for help.

“I need a moment.” Ahsoka sat on the edge of the bed with her fingers against the bridge of her nose.

He really wanted to look through his datapad in peace, find what you left behind and then find you. “I understand your surprise on the matter. But I must request that I have some time to catch up on things I have missed.”

A chuckle left Echo as he motioned for the others to leave. “Glad to see you’re almost back to normal.” Only once the room was cleared, to the argument of the others, did Echo close the door and look at Tech. “So you’re back to normal?”

“As normal as I can be, Echo.” Tech could now see the message log between you and him, the missed messages sent after the mission. Placing the datapad down he decided to get questions answered before delving into the datapad more. “Did you find Cross? Is everyone ok?”

Echo nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, Cross is safe. He’s on Pabu with the others.” He watched as Tech visibly relaxed at the information. “Tech, things didn’t go so well after you fell.”

“I had a feeling. Where’s Cid?” He watched as Echo visibly made a face of disgust. “That must explain why Phee owns the building now.”

“After you fell, we crashed into the terminal. No one was seriously injured, but it was enough that we were down and needed a place to lay low. The tracker? It didn’t hold. Cross blames Saw Gerrera.” And so did he. “We came back here to rest up and think of a new plan.” Echo felt venemon begin to rise in his throat. “Cid turned us in. Because of her, we lost Omega.”

Tech's fists tightened as he continued to listen to Echo explain what happened. How they managed to get a tracker on Hemlocks ship as the scum left with their precious sister.

“With the help of Rex and Gregor, we were able to infiltrate the base.” Echo shuddered as he thought about Mt. Tantiss. “The things we saw there. It was like walking into hell. Clones were being experimented on in the worst ways possible. That’s where we found Omega and Cross….and Cody.” A defeated sigh came from Echo as he remembered the state Cody was in. How Omega looked when they finally found her cell. The way she’d sobbed finding out that Hemlock had killed Nala Se because the Kaminoan had refused to experiment on Omega. “We got everyone out. But Hemlock had already evacuated his more top-priority experiments. A program called the Dark Trooper. We’ve been trying to work through those files. But the encoding is trickier than I expected.” With Tech back though, maybe they’d have better luck.

“So Hemlock escaped?” That was disappointing and concerning to hear.

“Tried to. Cross took care of that problem.” Echo had wanted to be the one to do it. Hell, there had been a line of people ready to do the honors. But Cross was their sniper for a reason. One shot was all it took to bring his shuttle down and into the side of the mountain.

Tech made a face before nodding. “Good. And Cid?”

“Hemlock had her assassinated shortly after he got Omega. Didn’t want any loose ends. Honestly, she got lucky the Empire did it. Hunter was out for blood. I honestly don’t know what would have happened if Hunter had gotten to her instead.” He sighed as he fell back and laid across the bed. “That’s the long and short of it all. Omegas on Pabu with the others, she’s doing better. Hunter says she still has some nightmares here and there. But she’s getting better.”

“Wow.” That was all Tech seemed to be able to say. A lot had happened while he was…gone. “Do they know about me?”

Echo turned his head and looked at his brother carefully. “Cross and Hunter do. You know Wrecker can’t keep a secret to save his life and we didn’t want Omega finding out before you remembered everything. The last thing the poor kid needed to know was that you didn’t remember her.”

It made sense. Omega had been through so much in her young life, it was only right to keep him a secret. At least now they’d be able to let the child know. “You should probably contact them then. Let them know I’m back to myself.” Or as close as he could be. He felt different, looked at things differently, and even thought differently.

“Yeah. That will definitely brighten her day.” Echo tiredly moved his body off the bed and stretched his arm above his head. Perhaps he’d do it in the morning after he finally got some decent sleep. Over the last week, they’d each taken turns staying by Tech's side. Too many nights he’d fallen asleep in the chair. Even with his enhanced body parts, he was getting too old for this. “I’ll drop some food off for ya in a bit, Tech.” He stopped by the door and looked at his brother who was already buried in the datapad. “Tech? It’s good to have ya back.”

Tech looked up at Echo and nodded. “It’s good to finally be back.” He watched as Echo smirked before closing the door.

-*-

It took Tech time to actually read through the messages. For the time being he took in being in your room. The way your perfume hung on the pillows and blankets. He could make out the little trinkets you’d acquired scattered across your room. An old clone doll rested on the table beside the bed and Tech wondered if you cuddled with it every night. His fingers ran over the material of his old shirt and he realized it was the only thing in the room that didn’t smell like you. It had no smell at all. Did you never wash it? He recognized it as one of the shirts from his laundry pile, he knew it hadn’t been cleaned before the mission.

Taking a deep breath, Tech pulled the datapad back into his lap and opened the screen to his messages.

“I hope the mission is going well.”

“My dad is cleaning up the boat. I think he’s more excited about our date than we are.”

“You’re never gonna believe what my brother just did. He left a pack of condoms on my bed with a note saying ‘Make sure your soldier puts a helmet on his soldier.’ I’m gonna kill him.”

“It’s been a few days. Are you ok?”

“I hope your mission has been a success so far. That tea I was telling you about is finally here. I’m waiting for you to get back so we can try it together. I was thinking about trying to learn mando’a. There's a protocol droid here that knows over fifty thousand languages. I asked and he knew Mando’a.”

“I miss you, Tech. Come home soon.”

Tech wondered if you ever tried that tea. He could tell you’d learned mando’a. You spoke it wonderfully, as did the others. He thought about what Kix had said to you his first night there.

“It’s ok, my angel. I’m here.”

It hadn’t seemed like you and Kix were an item. But maybe the emotions of everything had covered that? Had he taken too long to find you? Had he lost you to one of his brothers?

“Angel, please, get some sleep. For me?” Echos words played in his mind from when he’d overheard the two of you from his room. Hopefully, the nickname was just that, a nickname they all used for you and nothing more.

Tech scrolled through the programs on the datapad as he tried to find what you’d left for him. It couldn’t have been the messages, those were old and it seemed like you had something to say to him.

-*-

It took Tech hours to find the files you’d interacted with the most. He knew about the videos you’d repeatedly listened to. Those were still cued up in a playlist you’d created. His fingers hovered over a private file and he wondered if you’d found it. Opening it he sighed at the realization that you had. There in the margins of the file where your notes.

‘I always had a feeling they didn’t survive.’

‘I can see why you spared me the truth.’

‘They didn’t deserve to die.’

‘I wish I could have thanked them one last time.’

It was a file he’d hoped you hadn’t found. A file that laid out the last mission of a unit of clones known for their pink and white armor that was completely wiped out on a rescue mission for an outer rim planet. Tech wondered about your state when you found it. Were you mad at him at first? Were you scared? Were you distraught? It was hard to tell from your notes. Pulling up the file information he saw that you looked at the file multiple times. Perhaps it helped you somehow?

It was only a few moments later that he finally found what you had left for him. A video in a private file that you’d hidden. Something he’d taught you how to do. He chewed his lip as he wondered if he should watch it. The date on it was days before he’d returned. Back when you thought he was dead. What if what you had to say didn’t matter anymore? A shaky breath left Tech's lips as pressed play and watched your face fill the screen.

“Kix said I should record a goodbye message. Help me get closure. I don’t know. It feels wrong doing this. Like if I do then that means you're actually gone.” A sigh left as you ran a hand through your hair. “Maybe that’s why I’m avoiding this. Tech…I didn’t expect to fall for you the way I did. I knew that if I ever fell for someone I wanted it to be like my parents. That seemed impossible to me. What they had was one of those one-in-a-million kinds of love. Where you felt a warmth through your fingers and toes and to the tip of your nose. My mom used to say she could almost feel my dad's emotions before he even entered the room. That they could just look at each other and know what the other was thinking. I envied them for that love but I was also jealous. I knew that the chances of me finding that would be impossible.” You chewed your lip carefully. “But then I met you. You came into my life and swept me off my feet.” A little laugh left you. “Literally. Ever since that moment, I’ve had this feeling inside me. A feeling that made me warm all over. It made my fingers and toes tingle and even my nose. I never thought I’d feel that.” A smile spread across your face as you fought back tears. “I thought about you every night and when you started coming to the shop. Stars. It made me excited every morning. But I didn’t think you actually felt the same. But then as we spent more time together I began to second guess that feeling.” Your face dropped slightly. “Then you kissed me…again and everything felt…warm. So unbelievably warm. You did that to me and I couldn’t believe it. And then you died. It felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped on me.” Tears pulled at the corners of your eyes. “I’ve been trying my best to stay strong. Put on a face and keep everyone around me happy and safe. Guess I’m not the best at hiding it though. Kix noticed pretty fast and while he’s been helping me try to work through this, I still just…miss you so much Tech. If I could go back in time I’d tell you sooner how I felt. Let you know how wonderful I found you and how you made my entire body feel warm. If you were to walk through the door tomorrow and apologize for being late it would be the happiest day of my life and I’d never let you go again.” You wiped your face of the tears that had begun to run down your cheeks. “But I know that’s impossible. So this is goodbye, cyare. Maybe we’ll meet again in a future life.”

Tech watched as you leaned forward and ended the video. Your lips pursed in a blown kiss as you did so. Warmth ran down his cheek and he quickly wiped at it. Pulling his hand back, he realized he’d been crying. Your words had confirmed the feelings he’d been struggling to understand himself. You made him warm. You made his fingers and toes tingle. When you looked at him and smiled it made his ears heat up. For so long he’d tried to figure out how to describe what you did to him and here you were, naming it perfectly.

You made him feel warm.

-*-

Cool, the feeling of the evening sea air on your skin as you moved around the tea shop. Ever since you’d come home the shop had been chaos. It felt like everyone on the island wanted to be there and to see you. The children always followed you around, asking for stories of the world outside their little island. Women asked you about the latest fashions, though you had to constantly break their hearts by informing them that you didn’t go to any of the wealthier planets. And of course, the men just wanted to see you. You’d lost count of the number of times you heard “You look good.” Or “Wow going off the planet really worked for you.” It was draining.

But because of everyone’s curiosity, the shop stayed open later into the night. You’d just returned from your break where you had run home to pull on a soft pink sweater over your cream dress when you heard the gate bell ring. Looking over your shoulder you nodded to Phee, glad to see the woman was back on Pabu. You sent her a nod before turning back to the table you were currently at. Even with your brother's help, it was hard keeping up with everyone’s orders. You were behind at least three tables. In the kitchen, your eldest brother tried his best to make the pastries your father usually made, but you always found yourself being the one to get the batters done.

“Baby sis? I think somethings burning?” Your middle brother moved by you with a bin in his hand, ready to clean up a table that had just emptied.

A sigh left you as you finished taking your current tables order and shoving your datapad into your pocket. “On it.” It was most likely the cookies you’d put in the oven. No doubt you’d spent too long at this table and now they were burnt. The sooner your dad healed up the better. As you walked towards the kitchen, a shuttle flew by overhead and towards the top of the island. Perhaps a new shipment was finally in? It was a bit late but who knew what problems they most likely faced coming in? With a shrug, you continued into the kitchen while your youngest brother went out to take more orders.

-*-

By the time you’d cleaned up the burnt mess of cookies, remade the batter, and personally watched the cookies bake until completion, the shop had cleared out a bit. No longer was every table packed and the overflow of people lined up against the wall. Now only a few people filled the tables. The air had become cooler and one of your brothers had lit the fire in the center of the patio. It was the calm nights like these that made you happy to be home. Did you miss the boys? Of course. The amazing street food and the unique vendors? No doubt. But being home had given you that clarity you had needed after the interaction with Tech.

You’d realize that even if Tech did remember you, you wouldn’t force him to be with you. A lot had changed for you both during those six months. Even with his memories back, would he still feel the same way? Would he want to be with you still? Or did he already find himself in a different place mentally?

Walking to a table that needed clearing, you found yourself lost in thought. So many different scenarios began to run through your mind. Tech never remembering you and you both moving on. Him remembering you but no longer feeling the same way. More and more scenarios like that continued to run through your mind as you stacked the plates and cups into your arms.

*ding* *ding*

The sound of the gate bell drew your attention as you placed the dirty dishes into the wash bin. “Be with ya in a minute. Go ahead and take a seat wherever.” You’d mentally taken count of how many people were currently in the shop and where each one was sitting. It wouldn’t be a problem figuring out who the new person was.

Moving quickly, you made your way to the kitchen to wash your hands and grab a tray of cookies. The least you could do for the new customer was give them some warm cookies while you made the wait. Looking around the darkened patio you noticed a new figure sitting against the wall overlooking the sea. So many times you’d sat there with Tech during your breaks and chatted. Seeing someone else there was always hard.

“So sorry about the wait.” You pulled your datapad out of your pocket while placing the cookies down, your eyes focused on the datapad that was snagging your apron. Warm calloused hands ran across yours as the person took the tray from you and placed it down carefully. You hummed thanks as you finally managed to get the device free. With a tired smile, you looked at the customer finally.

“What can I get yo…” Your words trailed off as you took in Tech sitting in front of you. He’d cleaned up a bit and it looked like his goggles had been fixed. “Tech.” His name left your lips in a breathy sigh. “It’s good to see you back on Pabu.” The way he was looking at you was making that warm feeling spread inside you once more.

“Cyar’ika, I’m so sorry I’m late. I hope I didn’t offend you.” The way your eyes widened at his words, how your bottom lip began to tremble and your hands squeezed the datapad tightly, made Tech lose his breath. You were as gorgeous as the day he’d left you behind.

Words failed you as you understood what he was referencing. Your eyes burned as tears broke through like water being freed of a damn. “L-like you could ever offend me.”

Then his lips were on yours.

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Okay I'm only one episode away from finishing this rewatch so I cannot put it off anymore. Plan 99.

Again cannot emphasize enough how if Tech is dead for real we took this side trip just to kill him because nothing else has been accomplished.

"At least we're not hanging under the car" OOF

I admit that I'm not super impressed with the idea of OHHHH THEY WENT UP AGAINST TARKIN HE"LL OUTSMART THEM because Tarkin didn't.... do.... anything. He ordered air support to go shoot them down super offhandedly and that's it.

Yeah sure he let them shoot their own men, 95% of Imperials would do that, Rampart would do that, I guarantee it.

Omega pointing out how she can't see ships that are practically right in front of them, underlining how we won't be able to see Tech fall for THAT LONG

The music for the fall is still very intense, very good, but like... this just doesn't feel permanent to me at all on a rewatch? It's not the climax, it's literally 5 minutes into the episode, and it literally accomplished n o t h i n g of value. They didn't fall off there instead they crash and fall literally 20-30 seconds later for what is presumably a shorter fall but we don't know because we don't see how far he falls.

He still looks like he intentionally flips over while falling to me, the roll of his shoulders looks intentional anyways.

There's something weirdly impersonal about this scenario if I'm honest, it doesn't feel fully tailored to Tech? In that any of them, had they fallen, hanging from a line, they would have made the same choice. And honestly, it bugs me that this doesn't close out anything for Tech, which is what makes it feel Not Permanent.

Look at Kanan for example, when he died he 1. actually accomplished something 2. was a fitting end to a very long term character arc, where from the beginning Kanan didn't feel like a worthy master, didn't feel like a real Jedi, didn't feel like he was enough, but he died in the most Jedi way possible to protect his family, the woman he loved, his apprentice. He protected them in a way that only he could have done. It had to be him.

In contrast, Tech falls because he was unlucky, and he shoots out the connector because it's what any clone would have done. Which comes back to how DBB talks about it - how any clone would want a heroic finish that lets their squad carry on the mission, and which just clicked together what bugs me about this as a goodbye to Tech. It's not one. It doesn't engage with who Tech is as a person, it doesn't engage with anything he's learned or any way that he's grown, it tells us nothing new about him. It's a trained in choice, a lifelong devaluing of himself as a person and not just a part of a squad. He's a clone, and it's what any clone would have done. As if that's the only thing he is? The only thing any of them are?

What could make it personal, and could make it feel like it really, really connects to Tech, is if he survives. Any clone would have made that choice to save his squad, but not just anyone would have survived it. It's the only thing that could make it Have To Be Him. Anyone else would have died.

Just, in my opinion this works really well as a between season cliffhanger, my godawful constant nausea aside, but if it's the last we see of Tech it's a scenario that literally does not engage with him as a person AT ALL and that is a big big issue.

They could have fudged the details and made this Tech if they wanted to show a body, I'm tempted to count down the missed opportunities to actually show him as dead for real (this but we get a clear enough shot to know it's Tech and we see one of the boys kneel down to get a pulse and have to run when they don't find one)

the POV shot of Omega getting rescued is fucking fantastic though, I LOVE the POV shots.

It's the way that Tech's sacrifice isn't narratively about saving them, it's a plot device to get Omega hurt and them on Ord Mantell in order to be betrayed.

Omega's first instinct being "We have to go back, what if he's hurt? He needs us. We can't just leave him!" is a very reasonable reaction for a kid her age but it's also one that 100% is going to be what the younger audience connects to, and she never explicitly takes it back.

Like how I connect with this as an adult, seeing a child insisting that her big brother can't be gone, is very different from how I would have connected with this as a child Omega's age. I would think she was right. (And if the interview spoilers mean anything, there's STRONG REASONS TO THINK SHE IS)

"I always liked him." "Yeah... me too."

This exchange does break my heart, same as Echo in the Marauder looking at the seat. These moments are personal, but they're also just a few seconds each before the plot begins to kick into high gear again.

Cid looking guilty and sick about what she's about to do, to the point that Wrecker spots it and asks about it.

Wrecker taking multiple stun shots to go down though, AHHHH.

"I already lost Tech, I'm not gonna lose them too." This is the closest she gets to saying Tech's dead, but 'lost' gets used for Echo too, any time her family isn't with her she's lost them.

"who knew clones are so paternal" everyone with EYES Hemlock

"I'm afraid this is all I could salvage. Consider it a gift." That explicit lack of a body, where all we know is that he salvaged the goggles from the wreck. Could be that his body was mostly destroyed (and all his armor, conveniently?) or that there wasn't one there, and because Hemlock is a manipulative fuck I'm leaning towards the second.

I'm counting this as opportunity two to be more definitive about Tech's death in two different ways: 1. Have Hemlock explicitly say that he found and has the body, but they can have his goggles as a gift (Hemlock has no need of them) 2. Use Tech's equally distinctive helmet, damaged in a way so as to be obviously fatal, plus tap into the history of using clone helmets as death signals.

Again, Tech's death is used as a plot device. It happens to get Omega injured, and it's used to manipulate Hunter. It's still not about Tech, narratively. Which you could use for some deaths, but for a self sacrifice that's supposed to mean something?

Why'd they have to use Scorch to stun Omega like that, my poor boy the Empire's done a number on you :C

Echo hijacking a walker is FANTASTIC though.

"Echo?" "Gotta be Echo."

Them taking Omega is the climax of the episode, the big bad thing, the thing that makes the music kick in even harder than Tech's fall, are you telling me that his death is fully secondary to a kidnapping, I am biting at your fucking walls I am snapping at the air like a dog

Opportunity number three to be more definitive: show anything of Tech's in Hemlock's lab. A body under a sheet with one hand out, one of Tech's distinctive gloves showing. His helmet sat on the desk, badly damaged. Make sure Omega sees and reacts to it.

Note these are the opportunities that could have been taken with extremely little change there are multiple ways to make slightly more significant changes that avoid the ambiguity.

Emerie why does the sister thing matter so much more than your multiple brothers lying all around you

Extremely funny to me that Star Wars social media did absolutely nothing with this or with Omega being captured for several months it was literally all Tech all the time.

Anyway if Tech is dead for real I will be extremely mad about how he was reduced to a plot device to make the gears turn on harming and capturing his own family tbh (plus the insane and blatant stringing along) but if they show him to me any time in season 3 all will be forgiven.

#the bad batch rewatch

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starrylothcat · 1 year ago

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First of all, thank you to all my followers and mutuals. If you follow me for my writing or my unhinged reblogging, I appreciate all of you from the bottom of my heart! Sorry it took me a minute to put this together! This was a fun event to run, and big hugs to everyone who sent in their shout-outs. Please check out everything on this list, there's a lot of wonderful content from even more wonderful creators! (Linking and formatting on Tumblr is wonky so if I made any mistakes or links don't work, please let me know!) Masterlist under the cut!

⭐Fanfiction⭐

Glitch’s Masterlist - OC Masterlist by @techs-stitches

Masterlist of OC Glitch x Tech

In More Ways Than One (NSFW) The Bad Batch x F Reader by @madameminor

A night out with the Batch almost turns into a bar brawl, until your quick thinking sets up the perfect cover. Then your squad starts thinking it doesn't have to stay a cover. Sharing is caring, after all.

Fireworks - Hound x F Reader by @imarvelatthestars

Reader meets Hound after her massiff makes a run for it. Will romance blossom?

Dance With Me - Echo x Reader by @kaminocasey

You're cleaning the ship, listening to music, and Echo gets an idea.

Dominoes AO3 Link - by @meridiansdominoes

Domino squad wakes up to find themselves back on Kamino, hours from taking their final test... except they remember passing the final test, and they each remember dying afterwards, too.

Ghosts of Coruscan AO3 Link by numphet on AO3

Padmé Amidala, a former senator of the fallen Republic, barely survived the childbirth. After her recovery, she suffered from partial memory loss and was led to believe that the Emperor's mysterious enforcer, Darth Vader, killed her husband on Mustafar. Eight years later, she has joined the aspiring Rebel Alliance and volunteered to take part in a high-risk operation, only to be captured and thrown into an Imperial prison. To hide her true identity and protect her children from the Empire's wrath, she is forced to use a little too predictable alias.

Doc’s Febuwhump Series - The Bad Batch x OC by @staycalmandhugaclone

Fem Medic OC fic series with all the Batchers

Nightsky (NSFW) Echo x F Reader x Rex by @rain-on-kamino

Just back from a mission, The Bad Batch is unexpectedly visited by Rex. So you just have to wait a little longer to lay down with your love Echo. Or? Maybe this is the opportunity to try something new. Especially since the handsome captain obviously has a crush on you, too.

In Need (NSFW) Hunter x Jedi F Reader by @wanderer-six

While travelling with the Bad Batch, you find yourself overwhelmed by a certain need. Unable to deal with it, you try to wait it out in hopes it will pass. But you come to find that your arousal has been unintentionally torturing your poor sergeant.

Positions (NSFW) Cody x F Reader x Rex by @kaminocasey

Rex invites Cody out to 79s, only because they have bigger plans for you tonight.

Water and Rock (NSFW) Obi Wan x F Reader by @split-spectrum

When your former master Obi Wan joins you on a mission, it's clear things aren't the same as they once were. The trials you face together may break your bond, or turn it into something else entirely.

Hunter x F Reader by @freesia-writes with bonus spicy Hunter fanart by @verndusk and a smutty part 2 by @spicy-clones. Phew! Clone Matchmaking AU Masterlist by @tcwmatchmakingau

The Clone Wars have ended, and with their legal status secured, the clone troopers look to the future, to the things they never thought they would be able to have. Homes. Families. Love. But without the support systems and social structures available to natborns, many troopers have difficulty finding meaningful connections. Enter Right to Love Matchmaking Service: a not-for-profit organization dedicated to helping clone troopers find the loves of their lives.

Sharp Edges (NSFW) Crosshair x Reader by @spicy-clones & @lightwise

What started off as self-indulgent Crosshair smut has evolved into a fully-developed fic, with plot, character development, twists and turns, angst, yearning, and plenty of delicious *spice*. ;)

⭐Artwork⭐

Wrecker and Reader Cuddles (plus Lula!) by @madbunnyarts

Bo Katan Comic by @projectorthus for @bokatanweek

Celebrating Anakin's Birthday by @stealingpotatoes

They Call Themselves...The Bad Batch by @shyranno

Alpha 17 and Captain Rex by @cobaltbeam

Sexy Tech Fanart by @raevulsix

Crosshair Back on The Marauder by @zaana

Awesome Graphics by @idontgetanysleep

Fixing TBB S2 Finale by @lightspringrain

#the bad batch #the clone wars #starrysfollowevent #the bad batch x reader #the clone wars x reader #clone x reader #star wars fanfiction #tcw #x reader #star wars #the bad batch fanart #the bad batch fanfiction #star wars fanart #tbb fanart #tcw fanart #tbb #tbb fanfiction

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valemya · 4 months ago

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🍄🧸 for the asks! :)

thanks for the asks!

🍄 mushroom: tell me about your dr family!

Certainly! In terms of biological family... I went the route 99% of shifters go- they're just not around. Being a jedi and all it would be difficult for them to be present in my life anyway, so to make it easier I just don't really know them because I haven't seen them since before I was taken to the order.

There is one exception though and it's a bit of a weird one tied to my other (star wars rebels) DR, which I have had for a looong time. Basically in that DR Ezra Bridger is my (non-biological) brother, yknow grew up together, lived together the whole deal. I faced a great deal of emotional torment when I decided to create my tcw DR, because I felt like I would be "cheating" on rebels by focusing on another DR. A friend of mine helped me realise it was alright to put that DR on the backburner for a little while, and besides I could just script Ezra in my tcw DR with me? So then came the epiphany I literally could just bring Ezra with me to my new DR, and that was genuinely really comforting and made me feel a lot better about my decision to make the tcw DR.

Anyway boring backstory aside, there is one exception and it's Ezra. The only difference is that in my tcw DR he's my second cousin (and my padawan!!) cause I thought it would be reeeally funny if I was just randomly assigned a padawan that coincidentally had the same last name as me, thinking there was no relation, until one day obi wan goes digging in the jedi archives or something and finds out oh shit! you guys are cousins fr!

Someone: *reading off a report* General Bridger and.... Commander... Bridger? Is that like your son or something?

Ezra and I, at the same time: we are NOT related!!!

Obi wan: ...😶

So that covers the biological side... but I know you're really here for the found family bit. I'd say that I consider just about everyone family, especially all the clones, but I'll rattle off a few really significant people quickly.

My old master Depa is for sure the mother figure in my life. And yes she's still keeping me in check even after I've long passed my trials and officially gotten out of her hair in the eyes of the Order. By extension, Caleb (Kanan) is someone I'd consider like a half-brother and don't worry, I make sure he and Ezra get to hang out a lot.

Obviously growing up with Anakin I'd consider him family too, and that means Obi Wan on some level as well. To me Obi Wan is kind of like a wine aunt. Will not be elaborating further. Ahsoka feels like a niece.

Despite legally becoming my brother-in-laws at some point, I do consider a lot of the clones to be either very close friends or some kind of familial figure I can't really place. Naturally some are closer to me than others such as Rex and the 501st or the Bad Batch, but I think I bond with them all pretty well.

Tech of course holds the most special place in my heart as my future husband.

...I think that covers it...

🧸 teddy: do you have a favourite childhood memory from your dr?

This one actually had me stumped for a while. I honestly, genuinely have not thought about my life before the war too much, certainly not as a child really. If I had a favourite memory of anything from my childhood it would be a toss up between:

When I was a brand new admission to the Order and didn't really know anyone or even my place in it all, I would spend most of my time in the temple library/archives. The lovely librarian Jocasta Nu was super kind to me, and I continued to spend time in there over the years and even kind of wanted to work within that area because of her kindness. Turned out not to be as I got assigned to the war instead, but the memory is still pleasant.

The early days when I was chosen as Depa's padawan. Getting to know her and what she stands for and learning from her and meditating together is just such a nice bonding activity. She's super supportive and a very grounded teacher, and I think my eyes would have been sparkling watching her do all these cool things and then receiving her guidance on these same things until I was able to master them myself. Just so cool. I think she's a great jedi and a great teacher too.

And there you have it! my essay responses to your asks! hope you've enjoyed and thanks again for the submission!

#reality shifting #shifting community #shifting realities #shifting blog #shiftblr #drself #self insert #star wars shifting #star wars the bad batch #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #sw tbb

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totesnothere04 · 1 year ago

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Deviant With a Big Defect Pt.6

The Bad Batch x Sister!Reader, Obi-Wan x F!Clone!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs.

Sidenote: If you know if the person who made this fanart is here on Tumblr plz lmk! Look at how good this is!!

Warnings: None IMO, but if you find something that rubs you wrong let me know. 😁

Part 5

New Occurences

It was only two rotations after you got your tattoo, and you were resting after a small battle. You were laid on your stomach on your bunk. Only in your sports bra and the bottom half of your blacks as you worked on an enhancement for Tech. You heard a knock on your door and you turned your cheek toward the door.

"Come in!" You call out and the door opens a second later. Obi-Wan walks into the room and his eyes skim over your back.

"That's the tattoo? Do you mind if I look at it closer?" He asks and you shake your head. He moves closer and gently touches the edges of the tree. "I assume all of these symbols stand for one of your brothers?"

"Yeah. 99 for our unit and 99 for the first defective clone. The skull for Hunter, because 99 made him a bandana with a skull on it... He never takes it off. The goggles are for my twin, Tech because his eyesight isn't the best and they serve many different functions. The grenade is Wrecker because- Well I think it's pretty self-explanatory based on his name. The crosshair is for Crosshair because he's the best sharpshooter in the GAR." You tell him and he seems to drink in all of the information.

"You must love your brothers very much." Obi-Wan says.

"We are all each other has. Most of the regs don't like us, because we're different." You tell him.

"And what about this omega symbol on the back of your neck?" Obi-Wan asks.

"One of the only other female clones is named Omega. I was raised in the lab with her." You tell him and he seems to be saddened by that.

"You weren't raised with your twin?" He asks.

"No. They separated Tech and me before they got put into the general population." You tell him.

"It must've been lonely." Obi-Wan says and you shrug.

"It would've been had Omega not been there." You tell him. You sit up so you can face him as you talk, but no words leave either of your mouths. You both continue to stare at each other until you finally clear your throat.

"I came to see if you were hungry. You came back here after the battle." Obi-Wan says and you nod.

"I am a little hungry." You say and get up to put the top half of your blacks back on. You blinked and suddenly he was directly in front of you. You blinked rapidly as you looked slightly down at him. "Obi-Wan?" You asked in a whisper.

"You are gorgeous. Has anyone ever told you that?" He asked as he looked into your eyes.

"No. The Kaminoans don't compliment you, Omega is a child, and my brothers are- Well they're my brothers." You tell him and he once again frowns. You both continue to lean in closer until your lips meet. His arms snake around your waist and yours go around his neck. Your flesh hand runs through his hair for a moment until reality hit you. You pulled away and backed up a couple of steps.

"I'm so sorry, General." You said and he took your hands in his.

"We both leaned into it (Y/n). It's one of the best kisses I've ever had in my life." He says in full sincerity and you quirk a brow in question.

"I thought Jedi weren't allowed romantic entanglements?" You ask and he looks away bashfully.

"My Master believed differently." Obi-Wan said and took a seat in the chair at your desk while you sat back down on your bunk. "He believed in order for the Jedi to truly be involved with the populace we needed to be open and accepting of emotions. He saw the order as flawed and emotionless. He was a supporter of my relationship then, and had she asked me to stay with her... I would've."

"You would've given up everything you knew for the woman you loved?" You asked curiously.

"Yes. She is one of the most beautiful people I've ever met, both inside and out. Much like you. That day that you fought Dooku you didn't even think you just jumped into action." Obi-Wan said and you chuckled and shook your head.

"Oh no. I did think... About how stupid what I was about to do was." You said and he laughed.

"Regardless you saved two lives that day. Anakin might not have met you yet, but I'm glad I did. I only wish that I could keep you in the 212th." Obi-Wan says honestly.

"Clone Force 99's commanding officer is Cody. I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of eachother in the future." You say and he smiles lightly at your words.

"Kyra and Jut are going to Kamino tomorrow." He tells you.

"Good, because Hunter and Crosshair want tattoos. I know the moment I get back they'll be showing them off to me." You tell him.

"Anyways I came in here talking of food. Shall we?" He asks and you nod.

"Yes because now I'm very hungry." You say with a chuckle. You put on your armor and make your way to the mess in comfortable silence with Obi-Wan. You sat down at a corner table with your trays and you looked at Obi-Wan curiously.

"So how do the Jedi rankings work?" You ask him.

"When a child is brought to the Temple they are younglings. Younglings are typically between the ages of 3 to 15. When old enough younglings are moved to padawan learners when they reach a certain age and are tested. They're then assigned to Masters who prepare them for the trials. When they pass the trials they become Jedi Knights. They will then be given the opportunity to teach a padawan, and when their padawan successfully passes the trials they become Masters." He says and takes a bite of his food.

"That's it?" You ask and he chuckles.

"You didn't let me finish. There are four governing councils within the order, and I am a part of the most important one. Jedi Masters who can make a name for themselves can become a part of one of these councils. The Council of First Knowledge, the Council of Reconciliation, the Council of Reassignment, and the Jedi High Council. Which I am a part of. There is still higher rankings when you move through the High Council. That is the Master of the Order and the person who leads the High Council. Then you have the Grand Master of the entire Jedi Order." He finishes speaking and continues eating. You wait for a moment to see if he'll continue but he doesn't.

"That's alot to go through in one normal lifetime." You say and he waves it off.

"Being a Jedi isn't easy. It is oftentimes too difficult for Knights to become Masters." He says and you become confused by this.

"Why? If their padawans pass properly it shouldn't be an issue." You say.

"It's more along the lines that Knights don't particularly want to teach the next generation. Or padawans decide to part with the order for one reason or another." Obi-Wan says and you push a piece of chicken around in your soup.

"It must be difficult for those padawans. Walking away from the only life they've ever known like that." You say and he nods. His com starts blinking and he answers it.

"Obi-Wan." He says as the image of a younger male took shape.

"Obi-Wan sorry we were held up, but the 501st and I will be on Christophsis by tomorrow." He says.

"Very good, but be mindful of the shifting Separatist air patrols Anakin." Obi-Wan says.

"Have I ever given you reason to worry Master?" Anakin asks.

"Don't make me answer that question Anakin." Obi-Wan says. You try to hold in your laugh, but it turns into a snorting sound. It catches Anakins attention and he smirks at Obi-Wan.

"Who's that Obi-Wan?" Anakin asks. Obi-Wan looks at you and then sets his com on the table so that he can see you.

"This is Captain (Y/n) of the 212th, temporarily." Obi-Wan informs Anakin who looks at you as though he was studying you.

"I'm sure I'll have time to meet everyone tomorrow Obi-Wan. Until then try not to die." Anakin says. Obi-Wan rolls his eyes.

"May the Force be with you." Obi-Wan says then ends the call. "Sorry about him. He can be rather inappropriate at times."

"Hmm but is it inappropriate when it holds some truth?" You say with a smirk. You finish your food and then turn your tray in and leave back to your barracks.

~The Next Day~

You made your way to the command center and find Obi-Wan and Cody staring at the holotable.

"Does it owe you credits or something?" You asked and they both looked at you then at eachother.

"(Y/n) I think you'll want to sit down." Cody says seriously and you continue to look inbetween the two men. You finally take a seat and wait for one of them to tell you what's wrong. "I just received word that the entire battalion of the 75th was killed in action." You felt your lungs constrict as you realized you wouldn't beable to see Commander Garrett or any of his men again. You stand abruptly and shove your helmet on over your head.

"If you'll excuse me sirs I have something I need to go take care of." You say trying to keep your voice from wavering too much. You exit the command center and make your way to the med bay. When you arrive you find Kyra and Jut finishing a tattoo on one of the 212th. When he leaves you finally make your way to them.

"Hey (Y/n). How's everything?" Jut asks and you remove your helmet. She automatically pulls you into a hug. "What happened?"

"I just found out that one of my friends and his entire battalion were killed in action." You tell her and she frowns.

"Then why did you come here?" She asks.

"I wanted to get one more tattoo for them." You said and she nodded.

"Where do you want it and what is it?" She asks.

"I just want it to say 75th behind my right ear." You tell her and she nods again.

"Yeah I can do that, but then Kyra and I will have to leave right after." She says and it was you turn to nod.

"I know. I'll escort you to your shuttle." You tell her and she preps the area then sets to work. Kyra finished packing her stuff up and sat next to you. She took your hand in hers and smiled at you with reassurance. When Jut finishes Kyra pulls you to her station so she can clean the area and cover it. While she does this Jut packs up her stuff. When they're ready to go you put your helmet back on and escort them as promised.

"Two of my brothers will most likely come in to get tattoos. Their names are Hunter and Crosshair. If you see one of them can you give them this to give to Tech?" You ask Jut and she looks at it in question.

"What is it?" She asks.

"Oh its just a holorecording. I want to let them know I'm okay." You tell her and she nods.

"Yeah, I can do that for you." Jut says then they board the transport and leave. You start back to go inside when the sound of approaching gunships catches your attention. You make your way to the first gunship that lands and the door opens. A clone captain sporting the color blue was one of the first people you saw. Then shortly after Anakin steps out behind him.

"General Skywalker I presume?" You ask and he nods.

"Yes, this is my Captain, Rex." He says and the clone takes off his helmet to show the rare blond birth defect. You remove your helmet as well and Rex seems to shift uncomfortably under your gaze. "I'm Captain (Y/n). Last I saw General Kenobi and Commander Cody they were in the command center. I'll take you there." You say and turn to lead the way. When you arrive you allow the General and his Captain to go in first.

"Anakin, how nice of you to finally join us." Obi-Wan says and notices you walk in behind them. "I see you've already met (Y/n)."

"Yes, she greeted us when we exited the gunship." Skywalker says. Rex looks you up and down as he tries to figure you out.

"There a problem Captain?" You ask slightly irritated that he was just staring at you.

"No problem. Just trying to figure out why you're here." Rex says and you roll your eyes at him and join Cody's side.

"She's temporarily a part of my battalion." Cody tells Rex.

"I know that, but as a civilian, she could be doing anything she wants instead of fighting in this war." Rex says.

"She's not a civilian. She's a clone." Cody tells Rex.

"Can we get on with the mission briefing? We've been waiting a week for your battalion." You say and plug into the holotable to bring up the plans for the next mission.

"For this plan to work efficiently, we will need to split into two teams. Anakin you and Rex will lead the team in the north tower, while Cody, (Y/n), and I lead the team in the south tower." Obi-Wan starts but stops when he notices Skywalker and Rex both staring at your arm. "Your eyes need to be up here on the plans, and not on her arm gentlemen. Besides it's not nice to stare at the woman who saved your life Anakin." Skywalker looked at you slightly surprised. Obi-Wan continued with the mission briefing and you did your job by pulling up the necessary visual aids. When the briefing was over Skywalker made his way over to you and stuck out his hand for you to shake.

"It's nice to finally meet you. I heard you had it alot worse than Obi-Wan or me with Dooku." Skywalker says.

"War has casualties, General. What matters at the end of the day is the success of the mission." You tell him and he frowns.

"The lives lost matter Captain." He says and you shake your head.

"You misunderstand General. The lives lost do matter, but it will have been in vain if the mission was unsuccessful. There's a reason we clones are so driven because we're taught to honor our fallen brothers. Even if our reg brothers don't like or want us." You say as you cast a glance toward Rex in an apprehensive manner.

"Reg brothers?" Skywalker asks.

"Regular clones." You say and he frowned. "They've hated me since I was little. Well most of them have. I learned earlier that the battalion that named me was killed in action." You tell him then show him the tattoo behind your ear.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Skywalker says.

"What is it General Kenobi said a few days ago? The Force will take whoever it wants when it's ready? I think, but don't quote me." You say and turn to leave the command center. Skywalker catches up to you as you walk down the hall.

"Have you ever thought about learning about the Force?" He asks and you shake your head.

"I didn't know it existed until I got assigned to General Kenobi." You said.

"Well, Obi-Wan and I could tell you about it." He says and Obi-Wan appears out of thin air at your side.

"Tell her about what?" Obi-Wan asks.

"She quoted you about the Force a few minutes ago, and I thought we could teach her about the Force." Skywalker says and Obi-Wan raises his eyebrows.

"Do you want to learn about the Force?" Obi-Wan asks you and you think about it for a moment.

"Yeah. I think I do." You tell him and the two of them smile at you. Whatever it is they're planning to teach you about excites them.

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Taglist: @projectdreamwalker

#obi wan x reader #sw tbb #the bad batch x reader #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction #obi wan kenobi fanfiction

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