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You are cordially invited…. 🥰💚💕
(Happy ARC Trooper Thursday! This was totally inspired by @rainydaydream-gal18 ‘s https://www.tumblr.com/rainydaydream-gal18/750754157428916224/the-bad-batch-imagine-a-pabu-wedding post! Go check out her writing, it’s wonderful!)
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Last Line Challenge!
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like)
Thanks for the tag @eclec-tech. Also what does that last line mean? I have so much reading to catch up on. Apologies.
Okay so today I worked a little bit on the piece I'm writing with @lightwise called Pabu Wedding:
Tech immediately got flustered at the thought of kissing on cue.
I have to tag eleven people? Eleven?! Well I already tagged lightwise, so I'll count that too. No pressure tags:
@staycalmandhugaclone @nika6q @thecoffeelorian @barbieburnanator @the-bad-batch-baroness @starrylothcat @heyclickadee @freesia-writes @littlemissmanga @melymigo
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Sometimes I get so soft thinking about moments in my OCs stories like I'm not the one coming up with them
#it's very 🥹🥹🥹#like Leli seeing her friends and 'dad' again for the first time in 3 years on her wedding day#or Wally's mom taking Celia to the salon to get ready for prom because she doesn't have a mom to do it for her#or Hunter and Kyra sitting on a dock on Pabu talking about Tech#shut up max
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Yes to Phee being the provider of a lot of weird context information (that Tech would have provided if he were, y’know, there for season 3).
Crosshair, after prolonged exposure to Phee: *sighs* Yeah, she and Tech are perfect for one another.
Also, Crosshair: *proceeds to do some necromancy/time travel BS nonsense to bring Tech back, so that he can have Phee as a sister-in-law*
We know where Pabu is!!!
The Chopani sector! Home of the Void of Chopani!
The fact that it's in bumf*ck nowhere in the outer rim explains why the Empire never bothered to go back.
#season 3 could have just been Phee providing context that quickly solved the Tantiss Problem#and the rest of the season is just answering the other random clone questions#like how Wolffe joined up with Rex and Gregor and where tf is Cody#also they find Tech#(he got picked up by Hondo and is taking the Extremely Slow Route home while also recovering from injuries)#the finale is the Phee/Tech wedding with everyone there#(it’s the lighthearted chaotic misadventure you’d expect of them)#and we still get that great emotional Omega and Hunter epilogue to cap off the series#the bad batch#tbb pabu#phee genoa#tbb hunter#tbb crosshair#tbb tech#tbb echo
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(The Bad Batch) Imagine: A Pabu Wedding
Author's Note: I couldn't get this sweet image out of my head, so I wrote some little blurbs on what a Pabu wedding would be like. And yes... Tech gets a happy ending too.
After the danger of the Empire is finally kept at bay… It’s time to begin a new chapter.
It’s safe to say that Omega is going to be your maid of honor.
Hunter:
You coordinate with Shep to hold the ceremony in a gazebo. Light, airy fabric is draped on the sides, swaying beautifully in the breeze like something out of a dream. There are lovely tropical flowers woven around the beams of the gazebo, and placed in vases on either side of the entrance.
Your closest friends and family have gathered. Rex and a few others even managed to take a small break from the beginnings of the rebellion to visit for the event. Wooden chairs are placed on either side to create an aisle leading up to the gazebo, where you and Hunter stand, the two of you dressed in white clothes. Hunter’s signature bandana is replaced with a plain one to match his loose white shirt and pants. You wear a simple and lovely dress out of the same material he wears, with a crown of flowers perched on your head.
Wrecker:
The ceremony takes place on the beach with gorgeous blue waves behind you. The sun is high in the open sky with not a single cloud in sight. A wooden arch is set up with flowers adorning every inch of it. Whenever a gust of salty air breezes by, it carries petals with it that fall around you.
Friends and family are all around, standing with bare feet in the sand, holding flowers close to their hearts. You see so many familiar faces, smiling... There are glistening tears on some.
Wrecker and you are both wearing white, with colorful flower chains around your necks. The hem of your dress blows in the wind, and you feel the prickle of sand on your legs.
Tech:
You make the arrangements to have the ceremony under the large courtyard tree, with tropical flower arrangements bursting with color placed beautifully in vases on the brick structure surrounding it. Wooden chairs line either side of the makeshift aisle, each one with white fabric wrapped around a lovely bouquet on the back.
People you know and love are there, including those you haven’t seen for a little while. You and Tech are dressed in light fabric that is both lovely and also practical considering the tropical climate of Pabu. You hold a bouquet of lilies in your hands, and he has one pinned to his shirt.
Echo:
You both decide to have a small ceremony on a boat. The sun has begun to descend, painting the sky in picturesque pastels. Flower garlands are draped across the outside of the boat cabin and wrapped around the railing.
It’s a quiet, intimate affair, but not lacking in the ones you wish most to be there. Rex, Gregor, and a few other close brothers of Echo are in attendance in addition to the Batch and some new good friends made on Pabu.
You are in white lace dress with a hair ornament of the same material, and Echo wears a white tunic with a dark jacket over it. You pin a flower to his jacket, and he tucks one behind your ear.
Crosshair:
The small ceremony takes place by beautiful stone formations near the caves. The setting sun reflects red, orange, and a deep yellow over the rippling ocean water. There is a small arch set up with a few bunches of tropical flowers, with vases on either side displaying more blossoms.
It is a small crowd to witness the ceremony, and everyone is rather happy to be part of it. There are so many smiles, jokes, and warm greetings as everyone assembles. The mood of the event is rather light and cheery against the bold, moving colors of the setting behind you.
You wear a billowing white dress with a hem that catches in the breeze, and Crosshair wears a dark jacket over his light clothes.
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Hi ! Congrats on reaching 4000 followers, I'm so proud of you and you totally deserve it ! ❤️
Can I request a Crosshair x fem!reader one-shot with the prompt "every time i see you, i fall in love all over again" with Crosshair saying this to the reader after seeing her do something silly/cute (and they've been married for a few years already) ? I just feel like it'll be so cute 🥰
4000 Prompt List Celebration
Crosshair X Fem!Reader
word count: 1.2k
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• “Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”
Warnings: Fluffy goodness, married couple, female reader, kisses, reader is a terrible cook, baking chaos, pet names, soft crosshair.
Authors note: so sorry for the wait my darling! @coraex , hopefully this is fluffy enough for you! Enjoy 💜
Life on Pabu was a paradise. The weather was always idyllic, the beach pristine, and your husband, well, he was nothing short of perfect. Yet, amidst this perfection, there lingered one imperfection: your baking skills, or rather, lack thereof. However, fate bestowed upon you an opportunity to fix this flaw while your husband ventured off on a supply run for the people.
And so with meticulous precision, you measured each ingredient, ensuring nothing fell short of perfection. You had even ventured to local vendors and handpicked the finest ingredients to craft a savoury delicacy introduced to you by Phee so naturally, you had to make it. Or give it a go, at least.
As the oven worked its magic, you stepped onto the balcony to your home, allowing the warm breeze to tousle your hair and the sun to caress your skin. Your gaze wandered to the sky, where the familiar silhouette of the Havoc Marauder emerged.
Remaining on the balcony, you observed as the men and the lone girl disembarked the ship. Crosshair, as always, locked eyes with your shared home, a smirk adorning his features. With a wave and a beckoning gesture, you invited him to join you inside.
As soon as the door hisses open, you eagerly dash across the threshold and leap into his arms. The man staggers momentarily before finding his footing, wrapping one of his long arms around you. "Missed me, pretty lady?"
"As always," you grin, leaning back to plant a kiss on his lips. "Even if it has only been a few hours."
"At least I got a hug this time," he chuckles, placing your feet back on the ground and bestowing a sweet kiss on your forehead.
Stepping back, you let Crosshair settle his belongings and smile fondly at him. "Well, last time, you went 'what? No hug for me?'" You recall, earning a playful eye roll as he places his helmet on a table next to a framed holophoto of your wedding day. Every time you look at it, nothing but fond and loving memories fill your mind.
"Very well," he declares, launching himself onto the couch, kicking his feet up on an ottoman. He pats the spot beside him, and you gratefully accept, snuggling into his side. "So, what are you trying to bake this time, then?"
"How did you know I was baking something?" you inquire, a hint of surprise in your voice, as you glance towards the kitchen where you were certain you had hidden any sign of evidence of you baking.
Then, he leans forward and as you think he’s about to steal a kiss, a mischievous glint dances in his eyes. His thumb playfully swipes across your cheek and nose, leaving behind traces of flour and sugar on his finger that he holds up that makes your face flush with embarrassment. "Ah," you chuckle, realising the source of the sensation.
He chuckles too, but his amusement is tinged with concern as he sniffs the air with a subtle frown. "How long have you been cooking for?"
Glancing at the chronometer on the wall, then back at him, you reply, "About two hours now. Should be ready in the next hour or so." Your grin conveys eagerness, but his expression remains neutral, a hint of skepticism lurking in his eyes.
“Babe, I think it’s already done.”
Again, you blink at him, momentarily taken aback. "Huh?"
“I smell burning.”
Just as he finishes his sentence, the shrill sound of the smoke alarm fills the air, and you wince at the piercing noise. Cursing above the noise, you rush towards the kitchen, your heart pounding with a mix of frustration and urgency.
“Gloves! GLOVES!” Crosshair's urgent voice rings out, but you're focused on the task at hand and it falls on deaf ears. Ignoring his plea, you yank open the oven door, confronting the billowing clouds of black smoke that engulf the kitchen. Fetching your hand inside the burning oven, you grab a hold of the tray of the baked goods, yanking it out with a small yelp.
Crosshair springs into action, swift and decisive. In a matter of seconds, he's by your side, checking on you with a mixture of concern and determination etched on his features. But after you insist you’re fine, he shifts his focus to the task at hand, pushing open the window to let the smoke out and silencing the alarm with a practiced hand.
“Come here, run your hand under the tap quickly,” he instructs, his voice gentle yet firm as he guides you towards the sink. Switching the water on, he ensures the temperature is just right before gently urging your hand underneath the cool stream.
“Crosshair, I’m fine. Honestly,” you assure him which was not even a lie because you were. It was pretty much a miracle you somehow didn’t burn yourself but as for the savoury treats… burnt to a crisp.
Crosshair moves away from you and inspects the smoking tray, blinking at the almost incinerated food. “Well, maybe they taste better than they look.”
“Oh, stow it,” you retort at his sarcastic comment, though you know he means it playfully. Disappointment paints your features as you glance at the charred remnants of your baking attempt. “Why can’t I cook anything?!”
“You can. Just, badly.”
“If you’re trying to hurt my feelings, you’re succeeding,” you pout, flinging water droplets from your hand at him before switching the tap off and folding your arms over your chest in annoyance.
Crosshair comes back your way and drapes an arm over your shoulder, using his hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “Don’t worry about it. You can try again?”
“What’s the point? I’ll probably burn our home down.”
“That’s true.”
You playfully slap his hand away and begin to tidy up your mess, Crosshair helping you along the way by washing up the tray before you move back to the sofa and faceplant onto it with a heavy sigh. The soft cushions provide some comfort as you let out a frustrated groan.
You hear the running water switch off, a small clang of him putting the washing away, and then faint steps towards you.
“I don’t know how you do it,” he starts, quickly earning a loud and unwilling-to-listen whine before you ask what about.
“That every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”
You roll onto your back and stare up at him with narrowed eyes. “Why are you being soft?”
He laughs, warm and soft before he scoots you into his lap, taking a seat and peppering kisses over your cheek. “You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”
“I don’t care,” you giggle as you let him gush over you, “you are.” You grin at him with bright eyes. “But why did you say that?”
“It’s true,” he shrugs casually. “You may try and burn our home down all the time, but I love you all the same for it.”
You playfully squint at his jokey insult, but instead of trying to be smart and think of a retort, you kiss your husband and tell him exactly how you feel too, cherishing these moments of love and laughter.
“Let’s go out for dinner. It’s on me.” Now that’s an opportunity you won’t pass up on.
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Something New
A Bad Batch Post S3 Oneshot
Gif by @barissoffee
Hunter x femaleJedi!reader
Summary: You have a surprise that'll help you and Hunter take a break from the stress of planning your wedding
Warnings: No use of (Y/N), references to past poisoning, little bit of teasing, some self-doubt/self-consciousness, light swearing, Smut (lingerie wearing, kissing, marking/biting, non-explicit descriptions of slightly rougher sex with unprotected P in V, kissing, reader can be lifted), we have some light fluff and feelings too
<Previous Oneshot (not totally necessary to read but helpful for build up)
Masterlist for S1,S2 and S3
Word Count: 2K
Rating: 18+
Author's note: We're back! Sorry it's been so long!! I have no excuse for this. It was just a little thing that my Hunter addled brain felt the need to include before the wedding oneshot and @decembermidnight very nicely encouraged me to do this so it happened. No pressure to read! Just needed to get it out my system before the next one lol
“Remind me again why I just spent 2 and a half hours listening to all the bands Pabu has to offer and you weren’t there?” Hunter called out tiredly but merrily enough by way of announcing his arrival back home. He loved the people here but some of them were not as talented as they thought they were, and his ears were not thanking him for his patient listening.
“Because we agreed that me reading all the wedding tradition research Tech and Omega keep sending me as well as spending a minimum of 3 hours a day getting poked and prodded by Lyra was equal to you handling the music, food and flowers.” You replied as you peeked your head round the refresher door.
“Hey, I read it too!” Hunter protested. He liked being involved in the process. It was new territory for both of you
“You read the summarised versions I put together, it’s the same as me helping you pick whatever band or flowers you’ve narrowed it down to.” You reminded him with a grin. “All about the teamwork, Sergeant.”
“Uh huh.” Hunter said with a fond roll of his eyes before he changed the subject. “Is there a reason you’re standing in there?” He asked as he casually passed by en-route to the bedroom.
“Don’t come in!” You yelped as you dashed behind the door.
“Why not?” Hunter asked but he obeyed your request and instead carried on to the bedroom.
“I have a surprise for you but now I’m chickening out.”
“Haven’t we had enough of those recently?” Hunter responded nervously. The horrible emotions and memories of your poisoning still lingered in his mind.
“This is a good surprise…” I hope. You added mentally as you stared at your reflection and worked on bringing back the confidence you’d felt ten minutes ago. “But I need you to promise me that you won’t laugh.” You requested, your voice loud enough so he could hear you.
“Why would I laugh?” He asked back, voice equally loud.
“I’m trying something new. We have been through a lot and I’m obviously not just talking about wedding planning stress, and I can only imagine the range of talent you heard today. So, I figured we need to unwind, wipe the slate clean. Hence, this surprise. But again, you cannot laugh, or I swear I’m walking outta here and all this wedding stuff comes to an end. You can marry Shep for all I care.” You threatened, obviously not meaning it but you needed him to understand that this was far out your comfort zone.
Hunter ignored your melodramatics, “What’s wrong with Shep?”
“Hunter!” You cried out through an exasperated laugh. “Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
“I understand but I do think a surprise is ruined by an explanation.” He quipped back as he took off his light layer, draped it over the dresser chair, and rolled up his sleeves as he waited for whatever it is you were talking about.
“When you’re done being a smartass, will you just promise me that you’re not going to laugh?”
“Yes, of course I promise but would you just get out here? You’re not making any se-” You appeared and suddenly he forgot how to speak. He couldn’t form the words. He couldn’t process the gorgeous image in front of him, so he was left just standing there, gawping in pure awe.
You shifted awkwardly under his intense stare and brought your arms to cover yourself self-consciously. “I can take it off if-”
“Don’t you dare.” His voice was hoarse with longing. The dark red lace lingerie set that left little to the imagination suited you and your body perfectly, emphasising ever part of you in a way that drove him crazy with need. The fact that the colour matched that of his bandana did not escape him either.
You glanced up and that was when you sensed the want flowing through him. It was reflected carnally in his eyes. You lowered your arms to your sides. “You like it then?”
All the words he wanted to say required more articulation than what his brain was currently allowing him to do so all Hunter could manage to do was nod dumbly. His hands were clenching and unclenching by his sides as he fought with himself to stay in control of his faculties. He was waiting to see how you wanted to play this.
You’d talked yourself out of doing this countless time up until this point and even tonight that feeling had still lingered but now, hearing and feeling the impact this was having on him, you began to believe it again. The growing confidence allowed you to move forward and dictate what you wanted here. Your simmering arousal grew more as you stepped towards him. “Want to show me how much?” You whispered as you placed a teasing and seductive kiss to his neck and trailed your hand down his chest, undoing a few of his shirt buttons as you did so. You could feel his heart pounding beneath your palm, and you mouthed along the tan skin that was now available to you, smiling as you heard his breaths grow more rapid and uneven. You brought your eyes back to his and waited expectantly.
Hunter didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped to his knees and placed slow, open-mouthed kisses up the inside of your thighs, sucking marks into your skin as he moved closer to where you were absorbing the softness of the material, teeth grazing the edges of the fabric.
“Hunter?” You murmured with a sensual sigh as you brought your head back from where it had fallen towards your shoulder blades and peered down at him. You caressed the side of his face with your left hand, your engagement ring proudly standing out as you moved your fingers with a tenderness that didn’t quite match the intentions you had tonight.
Hunter kissed your palm and relished in the feeling of the cool metal band against your skin as he stared up at you. He was enraptured by the sight of you and completely at your mercy.
You moved your hand to rake your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly at the ends and you smirked at the low groan he ground out at that, before you uttered a simple command without so much as opening your mouth. Fuck me.
The change in him was instantaneous. With a breath that sounded akin to a growl, he got to his feet and kissed you with an intensity to match what you were asking of him before he backed you into the wall. He didn’t miss a beat as he carried on kissing you and picked you up by the back of your thighs.
You matched the passionate strokes of his mouth with yours as you wrapped your legs around him and tangled your fingers in his shirt with a moan you felt him tight against you.
Hunter didn’t know where to start. He wanted to worship you in the way you deserved to be but the need he had for you was overpowering and he couldn’t stop touching your lace covered skin as he kissed you with utter desperation and need.
You knew what he was holding back for but this time, you didn’t want it gentle.
You wanted it rough.
You wanted to feel him.
Your body was yearning for him, and you couldn’t wait.
You snaked your hands down between you to reach for the waistband of his trousers. I need you. I need you now, Hunter. You said as you had to pull away to draw a much inconvenient but needed breath.
That was all he needed for his lingering doubt and restraint to officially vanish. Hunter didn’t bother removing the flimsy piece of fabric, nor did he particularly want to. So, he merely moved your underwear to the side without breaking the kiss. A low, eager groan rumbled from his chest as he moved into you.
Any pain quickly morphed into pleasure, and you welcomed the sensation of feeling him in this way as he moved against you. Harder. You instructed as you kissed him and took his lip between your teeth in encouragement.
Hunter was only too happy to obey. He relished the loud, breathy groan that emitted from you as he gave you what you wanted and the way your grip on his shoulders tightened, only heightened his own desire for you.
The two of you were to wound up for this to last as long as you usually did, and you could tell by the way his movements started to stutter that he was reaching that point of ecstasy that you were careening towards too.
Hunter could feel you tightening around him, and his words left him in a frantic and breathless manner, “I’m not going to- I can’t- you need to- fuck, you feel so good.” He couldn’t even finish his train of thought. He was that caught up in the feel of you and knew he wasn’t going to last for much longer, but he refused to let you go unsatisfied.
You knew what he was requesting and brought your own hand down between you and a cry left your lips as you went tumbling towards your climax.
Hunter swallowed the precious sound from you and pressed his mouth to yours in a final, hard and fervid kiss as he allowed himself to go with you. You both fell apart together with a shared groan and for a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the two of you working on getting your breath back.
Hunter pressed his forehead against yours. “Did I ever actually tell you how stunning you look in this?” He asked as he got his bearings back.
“I think the focus lied elsewhere.” You kidded through a tired laugh. “But I got the message without it.”
“Well, you do. I mean you always do but this, yeah, this was a nice surprise.” He said gratefully. He kissed the hollow of your throat. “I love you. You took my breath away and you look absolutely beautiful.”
“Thank you.” You uttered quietly as you stroked through the ends of his hair. “I love you too.”
“Is this what you had in mind before Skara Nal?” He asked, his voice far raspier than it typically was as he lowered you down but continued to toy with you and the fabric.
His shirt was half-buttoned and wrinkled, his bandana askew and he was panting heavily. And you knew you were in just as equal a dishevelled state. “Might’ve been.” You said coyly as you ran your fingers through the shorter hairs of his fringe. “Lyra thought it was pretty important to re-create.”
“Remind me to thank her.” Hunter mumbled against your neck.
“And I have two more.” You said through a gratified and happy sigh as you cradled the back of his head as he lightly and dotingly kissed across your collarbone. “Next time I’ll wear one of the different colours.” You promised.
Hunter rested his forehead on your chest with a low moan. “I don’t know how you expect me to focus on wedding planning when I know this is something that I’ll be returning too. We’re going to have the most bizarre mix of wedding accompaniments cause I’ll just be looking for the quickest way out.”
You chuckled softly and on slightly shaky legs, you made to step past him to freshen up but Hunter’s hand around yours stopped you in your tracks.
“Hold on, what makes you think I’m done with this one?” Hunter said, his eyes gleaming with both mischief and desire.
“Aren’t you?” You replied with a smirk, but your heart was already racing in anticipation once more.
“There were a lot of really terrible bands.” He said by way of answer before he led you towards the bed.
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Okay yes! This!!
I don’t really do the whole shipping thing most of the time, I generally don’t care, it’s not something I really enjoy, but how. Exactly. Am I supposed to look at these two and their back and forths and fumbling around and bespoke thematic relevance to one another and not go, “Sorry, they’re married. They just don’t know it yet. I don’t make the rules. They just are.”
If we ever get Tech back (as we should and I still hope we do), and if we get more of Tech and Phee (as we should and I hope we do), I hope Tech goes in to kiss Phee first. Because:
1. It would show that nearly dying out of nowhere really had an impact. Knowing that you’re probably going to die on a battlefield somewhere is different than it almost happening and then being gone for an extended period of time as a result. He needs Phee to know how he feels now because the last time he didn’t do or say anything he almost never came back, and he’s not sure when they’re going to run out of time.
2. I think it could be really sweet.
3. Phee is amazing and deserves to be smooched by her hot pilot boyfriend.
(Fandom salt under the cut)
4. Because, yes, I am still salty about the constant “why would he even like her?” and “Phee’s abusive and Tech’s just too afraid to push back” that was rampant for most of season two, and nothing would fuel my spiteful little heart more than seeing the idea that Tech isn’t into Phee shut down by having him make a move towards her like that.
#fandom seasoning#‘why would he even like her’ LOOK AT HER#she’s more than a match for Tech in intelligence and sass#she’s fun#she’s funny#she’s amazing with Omega and Lyana adores her#she took a huge risk taking a group of fugitives who needed help to a secret planet of refugees#she helps people displaced from their homes by helping them hang on to little bits of culture#Indiana Jones *wishes* he was Phee#and let’s be real if Tech had been there in Juggernaut he’d have started planning the wedding right there#like COME ON#and no I don’t think he’s fully invested until Pabu where he sees just how good she is#but I’d argue that he’s interested as far back as Entombed#because they’re both flirting in completely different flirting languages there#also#yes I need Tech to come back because it fundamentally doesn’t function as a character death#and there’s waaaaay too much set up for him to be dead in the first place#(and frankly he’s too popular and the reaction was too violent for him to stay dead on the off chance that was the plan)#but also Phee as a character deserves much better than what she’s currently got
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Omega helping the reader try to plan the reader's wedding to whichever Batcher of your choosing and the batcher is in the other room overhearing everything.
Wedding Planning
Hunter x Reader
Summary- Now that Hunter has popped the question, you and Omega start planning the wedding! Little do you know, Hunter overhears and falls a little more in love. This is a part 2 to 'Marry Me?'
Part one right here! And Part Three right here!
A/N- Trust the process, romantic fluff near the end <3. Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind I took this opportunity to make a sequel to my most popular fic! To understand parts of this fic, you will need to read part one!
Word Count- 1,498
Your ring rested heavy on your finger. It wasn't anything fancy, not that you needed it to be, it was just a new feeling. While you hadn't had any jewelry allowed on Kamino- now that you had an engagement ring, you'd never go back.
"Omega wants you to finish putting her to bed, Hunter." You called to Him, entering the cockpit. His face lit up, you didn't know the real reason quite yet.
He nodded and headed back to her 'room' to put her to bed. You smiled, continuing to turn to Crosshair and Wrecker.
Though you couldn't hear them, the two people you loved most began their 'good-nights.'
"Holding up okay, kid?" He asked Omega, pulling her blanket up.
She gave a quick nod, "I... I missed you." She leaned closer, Hunter pushed back a piece of her hair.
"I think I missed you more..." She smiled, closing her eyes for a moment.
With a deep breath, Hunter started. "I know it's late, but I have to ask you something."
She found a new type of energy at his words, slightly sitting up. Much to Hunters dismay.
"What?" She was giddy, knowing it was good news from Hunters body language.
"How would you feel if I asked," Your name felt unreal on his lips, he was still getting used to having you back at his side, "to marry me?"
Her eyes grew wide, almost as big as her grin. She shuffled quickly, the blanket pooling at her waist. "Oh my gosh, yes! Please ask her!"
"Shhh, shh. It's still time for you to go to bed." He regretted asking so late, but he was eager to pop the question.
"How am I supposed to sleep after you've told me you're going to propose!"
Hunter gently guided her back into bed, pulling the blanket back up. "I know, I know. Can you keep the secret until tomorrow?"
She gave a vigorous nod, the covers resting at her chin.
He leaned down, pressing the ghost of a kiss on her forehead. Much like a father would. "I'm going to ask her tonight, but you need to try and get some rest. Promise you'll try?"
With a smile, she agreed. Even with the news, she was still exhausted.
You frequently thought back to the day Hunter got down on one knee in the middle of the ship for you. Your heart warmed every time, fidgeting with your ring.
"It's so pretty..." Omega commented. Just two weeks later you all found yourselves on Pabu. Rested and resupplied.
You were both crammed into her closed off space. You ignored the gunman seat, choosing to lay with her on the floor.
She had a grasp on your hand, analyzing the band. The twinkle in her eye matched the gem. "Thank you, Hunter has pretty good taste, don't ya think?"
She giggled, letting you have your hand back. You gave another glance at the ring you'd been staring at for days.
She rolled over, facing the ceiling, arms sprawled out. With a light sigh she began, "When will you have your wedding?"
You leaned back as well, one of your arms overlapping hers. "I...I guess I haven't thought about it too much. I'm content just finding an officiant tomorrow." All you needed was Hunter, who cares if you had a fancy wedding?
Apparently Omega, as she jumped up, "What! No, we have to have a ceremony by the shore! It'd be perfect!"
You laughed at her reaction. "This is no laughing matter!" She pointed a finger in your direction, "This is serious!"
"Omega, I have Hunter. A huge wedding will not change my love for him." She humphed and settled back down.
"What's the point of marriage if you don't have a wedding!" To be frank, Omega had never been to a wedding. Only reading about them in the books Nala Se allowed her, or hearing about them through her travels.
"I think marriage shows our devotion to each other. That we'll never part." You craned your head to look at her, she rolled her eyes at your confession. This caused you to let out another smirk.
Now, she was really getting annoyed. Giving your lips a swipe with your tongue, "Ya know, maybe having a small ceremony wouldn't be bad. But, I would need a maid of honor. Know anyone?"
Her smile reappeared fast, "Are you asking me to be your maid of honor!"
"I couldn't think of anyone better..." She shuffled to throw herself on you, giving you a big hug.
You squeezed her tight, just before a loud gasp came from her, "What?"
"The dress!" She yelled, "What will you wear! We have to see if Shep knows someone who can make you one!"
Her energy was contagious, you were starting to get excited too. "I want a ballgown dress...Oh and I could have off the shoulders lace, maybe even a train, but not too long. I'd hate to trip on it." Okay, maybe you had put a little thought into a wedding.
She was practically bouncing on her heels, now on her knees hovering over you. You still laid on your back, day dreaming about dresses.
"What color do you want your dress Omega?"
"I get to pick?" She questioned.
"Of course you can, sweetie." You could see the gears turning in her head. She was going to think on what style she wanted for a while.
You sat up, leaning against her side. "How would Batcher fashion flowers? Think she could learn to drop them? Cause I would certainly need a flower girl for the wedding."
"Yes, of course! I'll start training her!" She was excited to teach Batcher a new trick. You knew they could do it, but Omega didn't want to take any risks.
She raced out, completely missing Hunter. Who was leaning against the steps of the gunman room.
You let a breath leave you, slumping against the wall.
"Is she wearing you out already?" You jumped at the voice, immediately being comforted by the recognition of who it was.
"Hunter, when did you walk in?" You weren't bothered by it, just surprised.
He had a smug look. "I was just checking the fuel, then I heard you and Omega talking about weddings?"
You felt flushed, like you were caught doing something you shouldn't.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, I think you'd look beautiful in any dress." He stepped forward, about eye level with you. He reached a hand up, taking yours in his.
"You're such a charmer." You smiled, your head leaning back to hit the wall.
Hunter stepped up, joining you on the floor of the room.
You scooted closer to him, taking his head in your lap when he layed down.
"What kind of wedding do you want?" You asked, brushing your hands through his dark hair.
He closed his eyes, basking in your touch. "I just want you to be happy. I don't care what we do." You figured that's what he would say. You lowered your head and pressed a kiss on his forehead.
"Omega's ideas didn't sound too bad... A ceremony on the shore." He commented.
You continued to pet his hair, "Yeah, that does sound sweet. Who would we invite? I mean, I don't know too many of the natives yet." It was true you tended to keep to yourself on the island.
With his eyes still closed he responded, "If you just want it to be us five, I wouldn't mind."
"Well we'd have to send Echo a message, oh and of course Shep, Deke, Mox, Stak, can't forget Phee, also-" You ran out of fingers to count on. Opting to rest them back in Hunters hair.
He had a grin on his face, "We don't need to figure out the guest list quite yet. We can get married any day you want.." He was ready to bend at your will.
"Can..." You sucked on your teeth, changing your mind about asking.
"Hmm?" He pressed on.
"You don't have to... but," Why was this so hard to ask! "Can I wear your bandana?"
He opened his eyes, baring into yours. You struggled to read his expression.
"It's okay, it was dum-" You felt stupid for asking.
"If it would make you happy, I would be glad to let you." He reached a hand up, rubbing your side to soothe you.
"Really?"
"Yeah." He moved his hand to untie the cloth. "Here, try it on."
You snickered, gently holding the fabric. "What if I wore it on my arm?"
You tried to show him, but found it difficult to tie on your upper right arm.
He noticed and sat up, taking it into his hands. He took his time, smoothing it over your skin and tying it expertly. He only pulled away after giving you a kiss.
"I like it." You expressed.
"I love it." He stared, but not at the bandana- at you.
"I love you too..."
A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I hope it's as good as part one!!
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So Long As We're Together
Summary: It’s been several years since you’ve settled into a shared life on Pabu with Wrecker. Your enemies are different now, cancer rather than Imperials, but you know you can face anything with Wrecker by your side.
Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Word Count: 1405
Warnings: Cancer
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: So, I will preface this by saying that only my cousin needed chemo when he had cancer. My mom only needed radiation, and my step-brother had immunotherapy. So I used google for the side-effects of chemo. Anyway, I needed to focus on something that's not AU related for a little bit, so here's this.
You wake to the scent of breakfast filling the home you share with Wrecker. And, as much as you would like to curl up into a ball and pretend that nothing exists outside your bed, you can hear Wrecker singing from the kitchen.
Your lips curl up into an amused smile as you roll from your side to your back and stretch out under the thin blankets with a groan.
For a moment, you consider pulling your pillow over your head and going back to sleep, but as you listen to Wrecker in the next room, your heart swells with affection and you decide you’d rather be with him over getting more sleep.
So you sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed to get to your feet. You absently tug Wrecker’s shirt over your head, and press your hand over your mouth to cover your yawn, before heading out of the bedroom.
You’re still sore and exhausted from yesterday’s treatment, but you didn’t wake up nauseous so you take the win.
The home you share with Wrecker is tastefully decorated with things that both of you enjoy. There’s an entire wall filled with pictures of Wrecker’s brothers and their respective spouses as well as Omega at various sports and school events.
Your wedding picture sits in a place of honor in the middle of the wall of pictures, right over the shadow box that holds your bouquet and the unity candles that Wrecker wanted to save.
You straighten one of the pictures, a picture of you and Omega at the tennis court taken several weeks before your diagnosis. Omega had just won the juniors division and she was so excited that she nearly vibrated out of her skin.
Sure that the pictures aren’t crooked, you continue to the kitchen and lean against the door frame to watch Wrecker move around the open room with an ease that never fails to mesmerize you.
With as much as he loves cooking, you honestly thought that he would become a chef now that he no longer has to fight, but he surprised you. Instead, Wrecker became a private detective.
You weren’t sure what kind of work he would have on an island, but he’s surprisingly busy. Or, well, he was until he closed his practice while you’re going through treatment.
You told him it wasn’t necessary, but Wrecker couldn’t be dissuaded. And neither could the rest of your extended family.
Your village has become very large, of late, and you’ve never felt more loved.
“Good morning, Wrecker,” You greet lightly, a smile lifting your lips as he turns to look at you over his shoulder, and a blinding smile crosses his handsome face.
“Good morning, cyar’ika,” He sets the pan back on the stovetop and turns to face you, his arms spreading wide.
You immediately slide into his waiting embrace and press your nose against his chest inhaling the scent of Wrecker, allowing him to fill and surround you. His arms fold securely around you, and you’ve never felt safer.
He kisses the top of your head, “How are you feeling?” He asks.
“Exhausted. Sore. But other than that I’m okay.” You reply honestly.
“You feeling up to eating?” Wrecker asks as he rubs your back soothingly.
You consider his question seriously, a nasty side effect of the chemo is that you just don’t get hungry like you should. Between that and the nausea, you’ve lost a concerning amount of weight.
But today you actually feel pretty good.
That’ll probably change before the end of the day, but for now you’ll enjoy not feeling bad.
“Maybe something light? Some fruit?”
“Well now, you’re in luck. As it happens, I made some fruit salad for you,” Wrecker says cheerfully. He drops one more kiss to the top of your head, and then releases you to turn towards the fridge, “Do you think you can try some protein?”
You sink into one of the kitchen chairs, a plush thing that Hunter made for you after your diagnosis but before your first chemo session, and hum thoughtfully, “Let me try the fruit first, and then we can try something heavier in a bit?”
“Deal,” He makes a small bowl for you and sets it on the table, before setting a mug of tea in front of you as well. “Have you taken your pain meds yet?” Wrecker asks as he leans on the table.
“Not yet.”
“I’ll go get them,”
You lightly touch his hand, “You don’t have to.”
He sets his free hand over yours, “I want to.” Wrecker brings your hand to his lips and presses a light kiss to your knuckles, “In sickness and in health, right?”
You sigh adoringly, “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Hm, well your father got his wardrobe stuck on the stairs and you asked for my help,” He grins at you.
You huff out a laugh at the memory, “Honestly, why a 60-year-old man thought he could move the wardrobe on his own—”
Wrecker vanishes from the kitchen for a moment, and you hear him moving around in the bedroom, and then he’s back setting a pair of pills into your hand, “You know what he’s like, stubborn to a fault. Just like his daughter.”
“Well, at least I come by it honestly?”
His lips press against the top of your head again, “That you do.” Wrecker moves back to the stove to put some of the food on a plate for himself and sits next to you on the much plainer chair.
You watch him for a moment, a warm, gooey feeling swelling inside you. You really do love him more than anything. “Do you have any plans for today?”
“Hunter invited us for dinner, assuming you’re feeling up to it.” Wrecker replies, “His father-in-law bought them a grill, and depending on how it does they’ll probably be giving it to us.”
You make a face, “That’s not the best gift for them.”
“Ah, his father-in-law is old, and keeps forgetting that Hunter’s sensitive to strong scents.” Wrecker explains, “Assuming that you’re still feeling pretty solid this evening, I thought we’d go and see them.”
“I’d like that.”
“I thought you might.” Wrecker leans back in his seat, and watches you for a moment, “And you’re sure you’re okay?”
“I am, I promise.” You watch him watching you, “Are you?”
“I’m not the one who’s sick.”
“No, but you are doing your best to support me. And I know this is hard. As much for you as it is for me.”
He’s quiet for a moment, “I don’t like seeing you in pain.” Wrecker finally admits, “And it’s not like I can punch something to make you better. It’s frustrating.”
You reach across the table and take his hand in yours, “I know that this is my fight, but you know better than anyone that good support can make all of the difference.”
He flips his hand and threads his fingers with yours, “I just wish I could do more.”
“You do plenty.” You reassure him, “Really, Wreck. I mean it. I have bad days, sure, but my good days are so much better because I’m with you. And, when I go into remission, we can take a vacation.”
Wrecker laughs softly, “We live on a tropical island.”
“Then we can have a party or something.”
He sighs and lightly tugs you out of your seat to pull you onto his lap, his lips lightly pressing against yours. “I love you,” He murmurs as he presses his forehead against yours.
“I know, I love you too. Have since the day we met.”
His hand comes up to cup your cheek, “So,” Wrecker teases, “Did you get your dad’s wardrobe stuck on the stairs intentionally then?”
You pout at him or try to, but amusement tugs the corners of your lips up, “And if I did?”
“Sneaky,” He kisses you again, and again. “How about, after breakfast, we curl up on the couch and watch a holo?”
You bump your nose against his, “Can you give me a back massage?”
“Whatever you want, cyar’ika.” Wrecker replies, his smile warm and loving, “I am at your disposal.”
You catch his lips in another kiss, as you snuggle against him. This is how you know everything will be fine. How can it not be when you have Wrecker?
#star wars#tbb#tbb wrecker x reader#wrecker x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#tw: cancer
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Surprise for You
(Wrecker x Reader)
Here is a story that came to me out of the blue, super happy and fluffy with some spice thrown in. Why not right? I love Wrecker’s character, he’s a giant teddy bear with a heart of gold and a winning smile.
All of the bad batch deserve to be happy and that’s how this one shot goes. Tech is alive in this one too, if you’ve read my other stories you know why, cause I also love him and he didn’t deserve to die. This is a post! Tantiss story so they’re on Pabu living their best lives.
(Divider done by @snotbuggle )
Warnings: FLUFF, SMUTT, lingerie, teasing, p in v sex, size! Kink, breeding! kink, nipple play, rough sex, slow/fast pace, oral f! Receiving, pet names, cum play, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, cumflation
Words: 6.6+K (I’m not sorry)
“Mesh’la! I’m home and I’ve got dinner for us!”
“Sounds good honey! I’ll be right out okay?”
“Take your time ner sarad,” Wrecker spoke as he placed the fresh vegetables and fish on the counter in their kitchen. He smiled contently at the little home they had built together. It was a cozy place where he could relax and not have to look over his shoulder for fear of danger. Big enough for him to fit comfortably and have plenty of manoeuvring room but small enough not to feel overwhelming and uncomfortable.
Wrecker and his brothers had been living on Pabu for close to a full year now, making their own way and helping the citizens of the island as best they could. He himself had become a fisherman, going out on the boat daily and catching what he could. He found that he enjoyed the serenity that fishing brought, the cool breeze off the ocean making him feel like he was receiving a very nice hug. The other fishermen who went with him enjoyed listening to his stories as well as his joy when he’d catch a big fish, his happiness and excitement contagious.
Hunter had become a woodworker, making things for the island and helping to build things when needed. He was skilled with his hands, helping to build new homes and improve currents ones. He had found such peace in the work, using his enhancements for crafting and various carpentry jobs.
Crosshair had made his living as a farmer, growing fruits and vegetables and selling them at the local market. It had taken him a few weeks to truly feel comfortable being around the people especially after loosing his hand. But slowly and surely he came out of his shell. He became a new person; less snarky, more relaxed and a lot happier.
Tech had become a doctor and a therapist, working in the island clinic along side (Y/N). He had wanted to do something more with his vast knowledge after Tantiss. He was determined to stay away from the fighting but still wanted to aid his traumatized brothers. He found peace in helping, always being there for any clone that Rex and Echo brought to the island.
(Y/N) had been the Bad batch’s Jedi medic since just after the start of the war. She had been so soft spoken and kind to the batch. Always there to lend a hand and patch them up after difficult missions.
She and Wrecker had gotten together during the middle of the war, both shy in showing their love for one another but it was meant to be. After everything they had been through, together and as a squad, they deserved to be happy.
Wrecker had proposed right after Tantiss, not wanting to waste another minute of time without calling (Y/N) his wife. She had said yes without a second thought and everyone was ecstatic, Omega most of all. She saw (Y/N) as a mother figure and couldn’t wait to have some part in the wedding.
She had insisted on helping with every step she could, even learning to make dresses if she needed to. Everyone had laughed at her enthusiasm, happy that she was so excited.
Wrecker sat on the couch, reclined with his head resting on the back of it and a smile on his face, reflecting on the past year. Life was good now, Tantiss far behind them. He was content and his brothers were happy which is all he could ask for. He had a beautiful wife, a great home and loving people surrounding him. It was all too good to be true, but it was his reality now.
“Jariler?”
Wrecker was snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the voice, turning his head to the side a little at the call of his nickname, though he was not prepared for what greeted him. His eyes went wide as saucers, sitting up a little at the sight of his wife in the doorway to their bedroom.
(Y/N) was wearing the most gorgeous silk lingerie, red in colour, paired with a sexy and seductive long black robe. Both pieces of clothing extenuated her body, hips and breasts both looking evening bigger than normal. Her legs were shimmering in the dying light of the day that cascaded through the window, her face lighting up in a golden hue.
“Woah,” was all Wrecker could think to respond with, all other words and thoughts leaving his head as he stared at his wife. She smiled shy at him, adjusting the robe a little bit and doing a little spin, causing the robe to fan out around her.
“Do you like it?” She asked and Wrecker just kept staring at her, his mouth open and eyes wide. He had no words available to him to describe how amazing she looked, her beauty unmatched by anything he had ever seen. She began to fidget a little more before Wrecker finally snapped out of his shock and stood up quickly, making a beeline for (Y/N) and wrapping his arms around her. He picked her up and spun her around making her laugh, his own joyous chuckle leaking out into the air.
“Mesh’la. You look absolutely stunning in this,” Wrecker said as he placed his wife back on her feet slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She smiled shyly up at him, her hands resting on his shoulders as she looked at him. Wrecker too another moment to admire her before he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, bulling her cheek once he did. She leaned into his large palm, feeling the warmth radiating off his hand.
At that moment it was just them and nothing else, the world seemingly drowned out around them. The soft sounds of the ocean could be heard and the moon-yo’s too but nothing else existed in their home. Wrecker took (Y/N)’s hand and gave her a spin, resting his hand on her hip as she completed the 360 turn. (Y/N) smiled and placed one of her hands on Wrecker’s shoulder again, the other finding his other hand and holding it.
Wrecker clued into what she wanted and lifted there joined hands together, beginning to sway with his beloved in his arms just like they had done on their wedding day. They had no music in the moment but neither of them seemed to care much, and in the dying light of dusk, they danced together in their living room, content just to be in each others arms.
“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner cyare,” Wrecker whispered softly as he leaned down and placed his forehead against (Y/N)’s. She smiled and returned the words, closing her eyes and allowing the last of the days warmth to envelop her along with Wreckers. She closed her eyes contently, beginning to hum a small tune as their only song to dance too.
Wrecker smiled and moved them around the living room a little more, twirling (Y/N) around and watching as the robe fanned out around her once more. It was mesmerizing to watch, the fabric soft and luscious, making her look like a vision from the maker. Wrecker pulled her back into his arms, slowing their movements down until they were swaying in place again, smiling like idiots at one another. They stayed there for another moment before Wrecker let go of her hand, moving to place it against her other hip.
She smiled as a small shiver ran through her body, Wrecker’s hands moving to be inside the robe she wore, running them up and down her sides teasingly. He squeezed her hips before moving his hands down to ass, giving it a firm squeeze making (Y/N) gasp.
“Wrecker,” she whispered to him, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. He had a mischievous smirk on his face as he continued to fondle her behind, pulling his wife impossibly closer to him.
“Yes my love?” Wrecker replied his eyes roaming over her chest. He was fixated on her breasts, the material of her lingerie framing them perfectly. It made them look so round and perfect, her nipples poking through the fabric as another shiver wracked her body.
(Y/N)’s body arched into Wrecker’s touch as he moved his hands upward, running his thumbs over her perked nipples. She whined at the feeling, her legs beginning to shake as Wrecker teased her. She had worn the lingerie to entice him, though the amount of love he had shown her had been a nice addition to the sexy night she was hoping to have. She keened again as Wrecker continued to play with her breasts through the fabric of her bra, the words she had on her mind evaporating before they could leave her lips.
“What is it net sarad?” Wrecker asked again, his smirk only growing wider as he watched (Y/N)’s nipples harden even more. He knew what he was doing to her, playing her body like a well practiced instrument with dexterity and ease. (Y/N) keened again, her hands finding some purchase on Wreckers biceps, squeezing the firm muscles as a way of grounding.
“Need you Wrecker… please,” she moaned out as Wrecker gave her breasts a squeeze grinning as she threw her head back. He knew what he was doing to her but he also knew what she was doing, he outfit of choice not just something casual she would usually wear around the house.
“Is that what this outfit was for? Get me all worked up so I would fuck ya mesh’la?” Wrecker said huskily and (Y/N) nodded, not even trying to deny her intentions. She could never lie to her gentle giant husband, Wrecker being able to read her like time bomb instruction manual. Wrecker chuckled darkly at his wife, pulling away almost fully to gaze over her gorgeous body again.
“I could devour you cyar’ika. Make you cum on my tongue again and again and again,” he said and pulled her back into his, burying his face in her neck. (Y/N) let out a sinful moan as Wrecker bit down, sucking a mark into her flesh as a way to claim her as his.
“But,” he said and pulled back, admiring his handy work on her neck. She stood there with glazed eyes, legs shaking and an adorably dopey grin on her face, though it disappeared when Wrecker pulled away fully.
“B-but what?” She asked shakily and reached for him, afraid that something was wrong.
“We need to eat dinner first! I don’t want these ingredients to go to waste,” he said with a smile, one that told (Y/N) that he was genuine. She titled her head to the right and tried to hold back a small sigh of frustration, the mood of their previous activities almost completely vanishing. She nodded and went to turn away, ready to walk back to their bedroom and get changed into other clothes.
Before (Y/N) got three full step away from him, Wrecker let out a playful roar and came at her from behind, picking her up and spinning her around again. He laughed at the yelp she let out, her body tensing before she relaxed her feeling meeting the ground again. Wrecker pulled (Y/N) against him, grinding his still semi hard erection against her plump behind, reaching his hands around her body to grab at her breasts again. She moaned at both sensations her head falling back against his chest as he ravaged her body and neck, peppering nips and kisses wherever he could reach.
“You didn’t think I was serious did you?” Wrecker whispered in her ear, his voice deep and teasing. (Y/N) nodded and curled her arms up to hold Wreckers forearms, his hands still playing with her breasts.
“O-of course I thought y-ohh, you were serious,” she replied quietly, hearing Wrecker chuckle deeply.
“I would never do that to you cyar’ika. You’ve got me harder than durasteel right now with how sexy you look,” he said huskily, voice dripping with the promise to take her to bed and fuck her good.
“Mmm, Wrecker. Honey please.”
“You go get comfy in our bed ner Sarad. I’m going to put the fish and vegetables away quickly,” he said and (Y/N) nodded, practically sprinting back to their bedroom when Wrecker released her, looking forward to their night of fun to come.
Wrecker chuckled as he watched his beloved wife retreat to their room, ready to fuck her brains out all night long. He quickly followed through with his previously stated task, putting away his catch of the day along with the vegetables in their big fridge before he too made it to the bedroom.
As he got closer to the room he could see a faint light coming from it, a sweet smell that he somehow didn’t catch before wafting out. When he entered, he was greeted by the soft smell of berries and vanilla, incense burning on the dresser and tea candles lighting the room in a soft glow. Everything else had been set up as well, their usual canteens of water and a pile of snacks for after their love making as well as clean sheets and towels waiting to be used.
(Y/N) was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, robe now discarded and hung up as to not get ruined and her lingerie set still remaining on her body. They made eye contact as Wrecker entered the room, both looking over each other with hungry eyes. Wrecker let out a teasing growl, his Adam’s apple rippling and his muscles tensing. (Y/N)’s eyes roamed over her husbands frame, his body large and intimidating to most but soft and welcoming to her. She was practically stripping him with her eyes, yearning to feel his hands on her once again. Wrecker was doing the same, hungry eyes roaming over his wife’s perfect body, imagining all the things that he could do to her.
His eyes focused on her stomach, the soft supple flesh something he always enjoyed playing with. It wasn’t a very common thing but Wrecker loved it, running his hands over (Y/N)’s torso, feeling her soft skin and squishy stomach. Then his mind began wondering even more, to the possibility of other things. He imagined what she would look like big and round, her belly protruding and swollen with their children. Wrecker let the thoughts overwhelm him, imagining having a full house of little ones running around, seeing (Y/N), himself and even his brothers doting on their kids.
Wrecker was pulled out of his thoughts by a gentle hand on his cheek, flinching at the unexpected contact. He hadn’t even noticed (Y/N) get up from the bed, her hand warm as it rested on his face. He looked down into her eyes, her (E/C) pools conveying an aura of slight confusion.
“What is it Wrecker? What’s wrong,” she asked quietly, running her thumb over his cheek and underneath his eye. It was then he realized that there were tears streaming down his face slowly, the thoughts of what could be making him emotional. He lifted his hand to hold (Y/N)’s that rested in his cheek, his eyes never leaving hers this time.
“Was just thinkin’ bout our future. Our life together and how happy you make me,” he said, leaning down and connecting their foreheads together in a keldabe kiss. (Y/N) smiled and closed her eyes at the gesture, content to give Wrecker a few moments to explain or to just stay put.
“You make me happy too Wrecker. I’m so lucky to have you in my arms,” (Y/N) replied, moving her body impossibly closer to his large frame, soaking up the natural heat he exuded.
“I can just picture you all big and round, swollen with our ad’ikas inside you,” Wrecker let slip his thoughts, his mind wondering to the future his subconscious mind had conjured up, feeling nothing but love in his heart as he watched his children run around and laugh with his wife following lot to far behind. He was once again snapped out of his thoughts by a soft groan, (Y/N) tapping into his thoughts to see what he was seeing. It was beautiful, so many of them running around and the thought of how they got there made her knees weak and her pussy wet.
They both blinked out of the fantasy together, meeting each other’s eyes once more before Wrecker picked her up with ease, her legs wrapping securely around his waist. He backed them both up to the wall, one that they purposely left completely bare for nights like this. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, the imaginary world they had seen fuelling their already stoked desires. Wreckers hands were on (Y/N)’s behind in a heart beat, fondling her rounded globes and kneeling the soft flesh. She whined into their kiss, his hands feeling immaculate as they groped her ass.
“Honey,” (Y/N) moaned, breaking the kiss as Wrecker pulled away and buried his face in her neck, nipping and sucking marks into it. She giggled slightly before sighing as he reached her ticklish spot, sucking a mark onto it before blowing a raspberry to the spot.
“Wrecker!” She laughed as he chuckled, planting more little kisses all over her neck and face. Her smile was wide, meeting her eyes and creating crows feet at the sides. Her hands wrapped around his neck, her legs squeezing his waist and grinding herself against his front.
“Kriff, mesh’la that feels so good,” Wrecker said, his eyes closing as he savoured the feeling of his wife grinding on him. One of his hands moved from her ass and instead took hold of her wrists, pinning them up above her head. The new angle elongated her torso, her breasts bouncing as her core was somehow placed more firmly against his crotch.
Wreckers eyes found (Y/N)’s chest again, her breast practically in his face with the position they were in. Her nipples were hard, the little pebbles poking through the fabric of her bra. Wrecker growled and dove forward again, this time hiding his face between her boobs before turning his head and taking one of her purt nipple into his mouth. (Y/N) moaned at the sensation, Wrecker’s talented tongue and the fabric of the bra working together to bring her so much pleasure. Wrecker’s other hand gravitated up towards her other breast, taking the pert little bud between in large fingers and rolling it.
“Fuck baby that feels so good,” (Y/N) moaned her head thrown back as Wrecker lavished her chest with attention and affection. Wrecker growled against her, moving back up her body to her neck once more. He laid a few more bite marks around her neck as his hand continued to tweak one of her breast. The feeling made her grind down even harder on Wrecker’s crotch, chasing her release already.
Wrecker must have understood her body language like he always does, lifting his thigh and pushing it against the wall, effectively having (Y/N) ride his thigh. She groaned is Wreckers good ear, feeling his thigh tense as she begin to grind on it.
“That’s it mesh’la, grind your pussy on my thigh. You like it don’t you?” He teased, not allowing her a response as he sealed his lips against hers. All (Y/N) could do was moan into the kiss and she sped up her pace, her high right there. Wrecker indulged her, tensing and relaxing his thigh over and over until (Y/N) broke the kiss and cried out.
“Wreckerrr!” She moaned as she was thrust over the edge, her orgasm hitting her like a tone of bricks. Wrecker smirked as he assisted her in riding it out, slowly dragging his thigh out from between her legs and helping her to set her feet on the ground. (Y/N)’s knees buckled, almost collapsing forward had it not been for Wrecker holding her up. She giggled dazedly up at her husband, her post orgasmic state making her feel light and airy.
“Don’t tell me that’s all you have in you tonight cyar’ika,” Wrecker whispered, letting go of her arms and instead wrapping his around her waist. (Y/N) frantically shook her head, eyes meeting Wrecker’s as she came back to reality again.
“No way am I done. You haven’t filled me up yet,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Wrecker groaned at the filthy words that left her lips, his mind going back to the fantasy he had envisioned when he first walked into their bedroom. His reserve and resolve crumbled as he picked her up by her hips, effortlessly tossing her on their bed. She bounced on the bed and giggled, sitting up on her elbows and letting her head fall back between her shoulders as Wrecker covered her body with his own.
“Gonna make you feel so good cyare. Gonna fill that tight pussy up till you’re you can’t take anymore,” Wrecker said making (Y/N) whimper. The promise behind his words was something she would hold him too, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of her. He was big, and she loved that about him, his size making her feel safe all while giving her an insane amount of pleasure. His body dwarfed her own, making her feel small but loved. He dove back in and kissed down her body, leaving love bites wherever there was exposed skin as he made his way down to her lower lips. They were hidden from his gaze by her beautiful red panties, the lace fabric teasing him as he looked on.
“These look so beautiful on you ner sarad. Shame I’m gonna have to take ‘em off ya,” Wrecker said, slowly trailing his hands down to body to the waist band of her underwear. There was no protest from (Y/N) as she lifted her hips, giving Wrecker more room to remove her undergarments. He did so with delicate hands kissing down her smooth legs as he went. Once he had her panties completely off he brought them to his noes, taking a large inhale.
She always smelled so sweet to him, her natural lubricant something he was enamoured with no matter how odd it sounded. His eyes closed as he took it all before throwing the panties aside and spreading his wife’s gorgeous legs. She didn’t resist the attention, watching as Wrecker exposed her pussy to his eyes. He groaned, not waiting another second before going head first between her legs, licking a long strip from her hole to her clit, pulling a long loud moan from (Y/N)’s lips.
“FUckkk.” Her voice was like a proton torpedo to his ears, the sound making a shutter run through him and straight to his cock. He was already rock hard but the sounds he was pulling from her made him twitch. He continued to devour her pussy, alternating between sucking on her clit and fucking her with his tongue. He was in heaven at this moment, moving her legs so they rested over his broad shoulders. This position gave him more access to her pussy, moving his left hand down to rub her clit as he sucked at her pussy.
“Make me feel so good Wreck. Fuck I love it when you fuck my pussy with your tongue,” (Y/N) moaned, looking down at Wrecker as his eyes looked back at her, his head not moving from its place between her thighs. His fingers and mouth switched places, his lips capturing her clit as he eased a finger into her. He groaned as her pussy swallowed his finger effortlessly, feeling her clench even if he hadn’t done much of anything to her yet.
“Haven’t even stretched you open and you’re already tightening round my finger,” he groaned against her clit, the vibration sending shockwave through her spine.
“Can’t help it big guy, you make me feel so go-“ her finally word was cut off as Wrecker entered two more fingers in at once, pumping them in slowly until he was up to his knuckle.
“Nghh Wrecker baby please, please I need you,” she moaned, falling back into the pillows and wreathing around. Her hips bucked up to meet Wreckers tongue and fingers, drawing her pleasure out.
“Gotta open you up first baby, can’t have you hurting yourself on my cock,” Wrecker teased, beginning to move his fingers in and out of her tight opening faster. (Y/N) screamed, tossing her head from side to side and Wrecker drew moan after moan out of her. Her legs began to twitch on his shoulders, hands coming up to cover her mouth but was stopped by Wrecker taking hold of her wrists.
“No you don’t sweet girl. I want to hear every sound that comes outta that filthy little mouth of yours,” he growled, curling his fingers against her g-spot making keen and moan loudly. His words set her body aflame, his fingers, his mouth, him, making her come undone for the second time that evening.
“Ahhhhh~” Her hips bucked as her orgasm overwhelmed her, key shaking and spasming with the force of it. Wrecker held her hips still as she twitched, eyes closed as she continued to convulse. Wrecker smirked as he watched his wife come undone, proud of himself for what he could accomplish. Wrecker didn’t hold back as he thrusted his fingers into (Y/N)’s still clenching walls, making her yell in surprise before another scream left her lips.
“W-w-wreckerrrrr.” Her voice was broken as Wrecker continued to finger fuck her again, scissoring his fingers against her velvety insides. His goal was to make her come at least one more time before he impaled her on his large cock, not wanting to hurt her. It didn’t take long for him to accomplish this goal and (Y/N)’s back arched, a pornographic sound leaving her lips as she exploded.
Wrecker braced himself against the bed as the force of her orgasm forced his fingers out of her dripping pussy, her juices exploding all over the sheets and himself. Wrecker watched awe as (Y/N) squirt, her pussy opening and closing as she panted heavily. (Y/N) opened her eyes to look at Wrecker, watching at he took his fingered into his mouth and sucked them clean of her cum. (Y/N)’s eyes rolled back, her body still twitching with the feeling of her orgasm and the over stimulation.
“That was beautiful cyar’ika. Such a good girl for me,” Wrecker said, listening as (Y/N) huffed out a laugh at his words.
“Fuck,” was all she could get out as wrecker chuckled and made his way up her body. He kissed along her torso, feeling the thin layer of sweat that kissed her skin. When he reached her lips again, Wrecker captured them in a loving kiss, one too delicate for the service he had just provided her with. (Y/N) brought her hands up to Wrecker face, holding his cheeks as she deepened the kiss, tasting herself in his lips.
When they pulled away from one another, (Y/N) found nothing but love and adoration in Wrecker’s gaze, his eyes glazed over as he looked at her.
“That was something else my love. So fucking sexy,” Wrecker said making (Y/N) smile.
“I’m glad you thought so Wreck,” she said, smoothing her hand down to the top of his shirt before giving it a tug, “but I really really need you to fuck me.” She emphasizes her words with another tug to his shirts, needing to feel his skin against hers.
Wrecker couldn’t argue with her, wanting to feel her tight heat wrapped around his engorged cock. Wrecker pulled away from her completely and made quick work of stripping off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room as his belt and pants hit the ground next. (Y/N)’s mouth was watering at the sight of her husband, naked and dripping just for her. Wrecker was a gorgeous man, body sculpted as if he by the maker himself, his cock hanging heavy between his muscular thighs, the tip angry and red, dripping with precum.
(Y/N) groaned at the sight, taking in everything about Wrecker even if she had seen it many times before. His size always amazed her, the length and girth of his cock something that always made her pant. She sat and quickly took good of Wrecker’s large appendage, stroking it as best she could with both hands. The gentle giant groaned the sensation, his head falling back as he enjoyed the attention from his wife. Her hands were the perfect size for his cock, both hands encompassing him. (Y/N) lifted his cock to her mouth, licking a strip up the veiny side before placing a kiss to the swollen tip.
“Fuck mesh’la. Do that again,” Wrecker said, his hands making their way into (Y/N)’s hair. His wife obliged his wishes, repeating her previous ministration before taking the tip of Wrecker’s cock into her mouth fully. The he groaned at the sensation, tightening his grip on her hair but not pushing her any further. From her position, (Y/N) flickered her eyes up to look at Wrecker, watching his face contort into one of sheer bliss. She smiled around him before closing her eyes, hollowing her cheeks, and taking a deep breath before taking more of him into her mouth.
Wrecker moaned a loud uncontrolled moan, his cock twitching in (Y/N)’s mouth. It felt so good, it away felt like heaven when his wife had her warm mouth wrapped around him. One of her hands left his cock and instead, made its way to his heavy sack, his balls full and ready to combust. She held them gentle in her hands, knowing how sensitive they could be especially when love making. She could feel Wrecker’s hold on her hair tighten ever so slightly more, his breath coming out in short pants.
“Love it when you suck me off cyar’ika. Love the feelin of my dick in your mouth, feels so good,” he praised, his words going straight to (Y/N)’s cunt. She moaned around him with in turn made wrecker groan again, forcing her mouth a little further down his cock. (Y/N) choked in surprise before steeling herself and her confidence, taking as much of Wreckers as she could. It was a little easier with no gag reflex to hold her back, but Wrecker was so big it was still a struggle at times.
(Y/N) gave Wreckers sack a gentle squeeze , rolling them in the palm of her hand as she sucked her husband’s cock. She moved up and down his cock, his hands slightly guiding her movement to help her as she tightened her lips. Wreckers resolve was crumbling, his legs beginning to tremble at the tremendous feeling of his wife giving him head.
“Mmm ad’ika, such a pretty mouth on ya. So good at sucking my cock. You love it don’t you sweet girl, deepthroating my dick so far it bulges in your neck.” Wrecker’s words were filthy, emphasizing his last point by wrapping one of his hands around her neck very gently. She could feel the way his cock protruded out while deep in her throat, the realization only adding to her pleasure and his.
“Fuck Mesh’la,” Wrecker shouted, feeling himself teetering on the edge of his orgasm. But he couldn’t do it yet, not in her mouth, he needed to be inside her pussy. Wrecker held (Y/N)’s hair and pulled her off his cock, a few strings of saliva connecting them together. (Y/N) whined in protest, already missing the feeling of him inside her mouth.
“Why’d you stopppp,” she whimpered, Wreckers deep throaty chuckle making her pout. He spoke no words as he lifted her up and flipped her over, depositing her on the bed on her hands and knees. She let out a short “ahhh” of surprise, not having been fully ready for the move.
Wrecker slotted himself behind her, grinding himself against her plump round ass cheeks. He bent over (Y/N)’s body, kissing up her back to between her shoulder blades, moving his hands up and down her side. He took a second to unclasp her bra finally, tossing it aside before bringing his hands around to grab at her breasts again. (Y/N) sighed, the feeling of Wrecker’s big warm hands on her chest something she would never tire of.
“Ready for me mesh’la? Ready to take my big cock in your tight pussy,” Wrecker whispered in his wife’s ear, feeling a full body shudder run through her as she nodded.
“Please Wrecker. Please honey, fill me up. Need you inside me please,” she pleaded, wiggling her ass again his crotch. Wrecker groaned in her ear, pulling back to line himself up with her cunt. He teasingly ran his tip over her slit and down to her clit, collecting her essence to use as lube. She moaned at the feeling, falling forward and burying her face in the pillows. With this position, her ass was in the air, ready and waiting for Wrecker to take her. He got the message quickly, taking a deep breath, moving his hands to her hips and lining himself up with her.
Slowly he sunk his girthy cock into we wet waiting cavern, moaning lowly as she basically swallowed him. (Y/N) gripped the sheets of their bed, burying her face in the pillows while trying to keep from screaming at how good it felt to have Wrecker inside her.
“Fuck ad’ika, you take me so well. So stretched out around me,” Wrecker said, sinking a few more inches in before coming to a halt. (Y/N) whined again, fisting the sheets as Wrecker stilled inside of her. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, watching as Wrecker took deep labouring breaths, eyes closed.
“You okay big guy?” (Y/N)’s voice was teasing even if she was out of breath, wiggling her hips to entice her husband. Wreckers hands tighten on her hips like vice, his gaze hard but his lips pulled up in a sinful smirk. He said nothing in retaliation to (Y/N)’s words but instead, thrusted the rest of his cock into her making her scream.
“FUCKK!”
“That feel good an’edee?”
“So gooddd. Please move please please please,” (Y/N)’s words were jumbled together as Wrecker caved and gave her what she wanted, what they both wanted. He thrusted into her tight heat slowly, drawing out the sensation of her smooth walls against his veiny cock. They moaned together as Wrecker fucked into her, slowly, wantingly, hands holding her love handles and using them to his advantage.
He picked up the pace, thrusting into her wet walls faster making her jolt and groan into the sheets again. His balls slapped against he clit, the feeling eccentric and even more pleasurable than before. She couldn’t contain her sounds of pleasure as Wrecker ravaged her pussy, impaling her with his impressive length.
“Fuck Wrecker, please fill me up. Fill me with your cum. Pleaseeee,” (Y/N) pleaded, jerking her hips back to meet Wreckers thrusts. He groaned at the display, tightening his grip on her hips before speeding up his pace relentlessly. The new speed made (Y/N) scream, his cock reaching new points inside her pussy, even pushing on her cervix.
“Oh fuckkkkkk.”
“That feel good ad’ika? Does my big cock feel good inside you?”
(Y/N) could respond as Wrecker fucked the air right out of her lungs, his thrusts taking her breath away with ease. He was close and he could feel that (Y/N) was too, her cunt clenching around him and halting his thrusts momentarily. He leaned over her body dwarfing her with his size and reaching around to grab at her breast again. Using his brute strength, Wrecker lifted (Y/N)’s torso up so that her back rested against his chest. He tweaked her nipples and rolled them between his toe finger and thumb making her moan even more. He began to thrust into her at a rough and brutal pace, skin slapping against skin the only sound to be heard besides pornographic moans.
“Fuck Wrecker! Pleasepleasepleasee!” From here, he looked down to see that her belly was bulging with every thrust of his cock, the sight something that almost sent him over the edge. Wrecker leaned down ever so slightly and nipped at (Y/N)’s ear, growling into it and letting one of his hands travel down her body to where her stomach bulged with his cock.
“Gonna fill you up so much an’edee. Gonna breed this little pussy, toy want that don’t you cyar’ika.”
“YESSS! I want it so bad.”
“Gonna cum so hard inside you that it sticks. Gonna make you all round and swollen with our ad.”
“Wrecker!!” (Y/N) came with a shout of her husbands name, lower lips clenching and pussy convulsing around him. Her whole body twitched with the force of her orgasm, everything around them disappearing. Wrecker moved his other hand down to her clit, furiously rubbing the over sensitive bud to draw out her third orgasm of the night. She screamed again, legs trembling as she squirted for a second time that night, her body going rigid.
Wrecker thrusted a few more time before bending (Y/N) back over and stilling, coming with a shout of her name. He came deep inside her, his cum painting her walls and leaving nothing untouched. She could feel it in her tummy, his cum filling her up just as he promised. She was on cloud nine, so much excitement coursing through her body. Wrecker was panting above her, his dick still twitching with the simulation and the feeling of (Y/N)’s velvet walls enveloping him.
He slowly and carefully shifted their positions, laying on his side and pulling her with him to lay down. He spooned her body, keeping his softening cock inside her for as long as he could. He made good on his promise to breed her, filling her to the brim with his spend.
There were no sounds but that of their joined laboured breathing, both still coming down from ecstasy. (Y/N) lay there still as a door, limbs feeling like jello and not a thought in her head besides,
“Wow.”
“Wow indeed cyare. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much,” Wrecker whispered, doing his best not to disrupt the blissful atmosphere they had created. (Y/N) let out a chorus of giggles, her brain foggy with pleasure.
“I feel full,” she said in a daze, her hand travelling down to join Wrecker’s on her stomach. She found that her stomach was bloated, a slight bulge present which made her gasp. She turned to look at Wrecker over her shoulder and saw that he was smirking right back at her, pleased with his work.
“I told you an’edee,” he said, nipping at her ear as he felt himself begin to harden again, “gonna breed this little pussy till it takes.”
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In my opinion, Wrecker is a big kinky boy who loves to fuck. And no one can change my mind!
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Asking the Bad Batch To Walk You Down the Aisle
You're marrying another Batcher, but for some reason or another, you have no one to walk you down the aisle.
You paced across the floor for what felt like the dozenth time that afternoon. It was one simple question and you couldn’t figure out why it was hard asking Hunter the simple question. You loved his brother, had no family, and wanted this one traditional thing. Realistically, it was the most reasonable thing to ask the Sergeant to walk you down the aisle.
“Been pacing for a while.” Hunter noted, popping his head out the bedroom door. “I’ve heard you shuffling for the past hour. Everything alright?”
“Wedding nerves.” You responded with a nervous tick. You looked up at him for a second. Turning to continue your nervous pacing, Hunter stopped you.
Hand pressed gently on your shoulder like he typically did with Omega. “Not thinking of being a runaway bride? Are you?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Wedding is in three days if I was going to leave…” You trailed off, “No. I love your brother and I’m going to marry him. I just realized there’s one big thing that I forgot.”
“What is it? If it’s off-planet, I can go and pick it up quickly. Just as long as it’s not on the other side of the galaxy.” Hunter offered, “I’m glad that he found you. That he’s happy. Let me know what I can do to help?”
“Willyouwalkmedowntheaisle?” You asked quickly, trying to get the nerves out before they stopped your words.
Hunter placed another hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look at him. “Repeat that, slowly. I want to make sure I understood what you said.”
“It occurred to me today that I have no one to walk me down the aisle. I know that you’re their best man, but I was also wondering if you would walk me down the aisle. Normally it’s a father or an older family member.”
Hunter’s eyes widened, “But we’re your only family.” He realized, wrapping you in a hug. “I’m honored that you think of me this way.”
“No.” Crosshair’s snapped, looking up from the caf machine.
You rolled your eyes, sitting on the counter. “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”
“To walk you down the aisle.” He replied, pouring him a cup. “Just like the day before and the day before. Spanning from the moment my brother put that ring on your finger.”
“Please?” You whined, sliding off the counter. He had already had your cup down. Your job required far earlier mornings when the sun hadn’t risen yet. Crosshair, since coming to Pabu, had enjoyed the quiet of the sunrise. You had bonded with your future brother-in-law from early morning cafs in silence.
“Why?” He had already turned down being a groomsman for your Batchter. He had refused to answer the question. Your future husband wanted all his family part of the wedding. With your family being loyal to the Empire and believing you were dead, you needed someone to represent you. “Do you think that you still need to punish yourself day after day because of the choices you made?” His silence was the answer, causing you to roll your eyes.
“Why me? Why haven’t you asked your family?”
“Because telling my Empire loyalist family that I’m marrying a clone who broke into and destroyed a research lab is a bad idea.” You snapped, “I chose you because in some ways we’re the same. We both chose to leave the Empire. In different way, but we still made that choice.”
Crosshair sighed, taking a sip of his caf. “Fine.”
It was the day of the wedding and you had not heard from your family. Realistically, that was the last thing that you thought would go wrong today. Maybe a rain shower during the ceremony, maybe tripping in the sand, whatever. But you at least figured your family would be here to walk you down the aisle.
You looked over at Phee and Omega, sitting there in their dresses. “I go down the aisle in ten minutes.” You whispered, shaking your head. “I’m marrying the love of my life and my family won’t be here.”
Phee grabbed your hand, fixing part of your hair. “You can walk yourself down the aisle.” She noted, “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
You nodded, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Growing up in a family of wedding planners, you had been specific with some things you refused to budge on. One of them was this, but something always happens on the day of the wedding. The last of nine sisters, you were the only one who wasn’t going to have someone walk you down the aisle.
“I’m more concerned about their safety. I’m the last of ten to get married and slowly my entire family is moving to Pabu or joining the Rebellion. I’d love someone to walk me down the aisle, but I want to make sure that you’re okay.”
A knock on the door made you stop. Your heart jumped into your throat hoping it was your family, but dropped when you saw Wrecker. “Your family won’t make it for the ceremony. Did you want to move it back?”
You shook your head, “I don’t want to delay things any longer. I just,” you sighed, grabbing your bouquet.
“Just what?” Wrecker asked, “It’s your big day if something’s wrong…”
“Wrecker can walk you down the aisle!” Omega yelled, “You’re marrying into our family.”
Phee looked over at Omega, giving her a small smile. “You can’t just..”
You held a finger up, stopping Phee. “Omega, that’s a perfect idea.” You replied, turning to look over at Wrecker. Aside from your Batcher, you were the closest with Wrecker. If it wasn’t for Wrecker starting to work as a chef for the cafe you worked at, you would’ve never met your future spouse. “Wrecker, will you walk me down the aisle?”
Wrecker’s hand went to the back of his neck, blushing. “You don’t mean that.”
You shook your head, “You are the reason I’m now getting married. You set me up on a blind date with your brother. Aside from him, I’m closest to you. Please, will you walk me down the aisle?”
Wrecker held out his arm, allowing you to loop with yours. “I’d be honored.”
You tapped your foot nervously on the ship as you waited for anyone on the other side to pick up. Quickly, you saw Rex’s face appear on the holoscreen. “Y/N?” He asked, surprise lacing his voice. “Everything okay?”
At the beginning of the Clone Wars, you had been the 501st main researcher, providing both Jedi and clones information about the planets they were on. You had collected legends and lore along with analytical data on planets. While you had never seen combat, you had traveled frequently with the boys on their many destinations. After new regulations, because of how attached the 501st had become to you. How the 212th had become attached to their researcher and so on. It ended up on a rotating basis.
It was a complete accident that you had been with the Batch on Kaller. Since then, you chose to stay with the Batch. Having Echo there, it was like a big brother, helping navigate the rest of the Batch. In return, you helped navigate a world outside of war. In the first weeks of finding Pabu, you had declared your feelings for your Batcher.
“Everything’s fine. Is Echo there?” You asked, “I have something to ask him.”
A few minutes later, Echo appeared, “Everything okay?” His forehead creased with worry, arms crossed.
You held up your hand, showing off the small ring. “This happened yesterday.” You replied, grinning.
One of the rare bright smiles appeared on Echo’s face. “Congrats! Was wondering when it was going to happen.”
Your jaw dropped, eyes rolling. “Of course you’d know.”
Echo shrugged, “Lot of research went into proposing. Did you know you’re supposed to ask a father figure or someone close to that for their hand in marriage before asking?”
“So I take it that you got asked.” You teased, shaking your head. “That makes my next question a lot easier. Will you walk me down the aisle when I get married?”
“Of course. Unless Rex decides to fight me for it.”
“You know, according to my research, a male figure is supposed to walk you down the aisle. Why is that?” Tech pushed his goggles up, focused more on the repairs of what was the destroyed Marauder. Now that he was alive and back, he had spent his time patching the ship up with the one stolen from Tantiss.
You rolled your eyes, skimming through the datapad. You were helping him make a list of parts for Phee to pick up the next time she left the planet. “Some archaic tradition that valued my virginity as an economic prospect.”
“I have overheard you and my brother many times. Since you are not a virgin, will you then not have anyone walk you down the aisle?”
You choked on air for a moment, embarrassment and confusion coursing through your body. Your Batcher was now not getting any until the wedding night when everyone else would be out of the house. “No…” You sputtered, coughing, “I’m not having anyone walk me down the aisle because I have no family on Pabu. The lack of virginity has nothing to do with it.”
“You rarely mention them.” Tech noted, “I’ve been informed many times not to ask about them, but I’ve always been curious.” You rolled your eyes. Of course, your batcher would inform Tech or anyone to not ask about them.
“My father was a bounty hunter and my mother worked in a brothel on Coruscant. He wanted me to be a bounty hunter and then deemed I was deadweight. Dropped me off on Ord Mantell and that’s how I met Phee.”
Tech looked over at you, “Out of the many names I’ve heard you called. That one is a lie, Y/N. Your father does not deserve that right, even for an archaic tradition.”
You looked up at him, grabbing his hand for a small second. “Thanks Tech.” You replied, “Why were you researching weddings anyway?”
He said your batcher’s name, pausing before continuing. “The first to get married. While at this point no one else has romantic prospects, it gives my brothers and I hope. Each planet and culture has its own history. We wanted to surprise you and honor yours. One commonality is that someone had walked the bride down the aisle.”
“That’s really sweet.” You replied, giving him a small smile. “Would you want to walk me down the aisle?”
“But you’re not a virgin and I am not getting an economic benefit from you marrying my brother.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s also a form of respect, admiration, and love. Even before your brother proposed, I was already a part of your family. I’d like to celebrate that just as much.”
Tech blinked, before turning to look at the ship. “Very well, I will walk you down the aisle.”
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"Sunset Over Pabu"
Hunter X OC/Reader One Shot
Word Count: 910
Background: An "Old Love" relationship. Nostalgia. Saying Goodbye. Using planet and star interchangeably. The celestial body in this fic is a Moon, similar to our planet Mars it reflects light so the appearance is a shining star.
The inspiration for this story came from @lightspringrain artwork. Including the link to her Etsy shop and image of "Hunter's Moon"
https://www.etsy.com/listing/1556715876/star-wars-the-bad-batch-omega-or-hunter?ref=yr_purchases
There are parallels to the first time Mad met Hunter in this fic. To read how they met, here is the link:
https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share
Warning: Sadness.
(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )
They snuggled close on that settee just as they did the first night meeting on Ord Mantell. In between trips off world, children, weddings, funerals, holidays, and all manner of life Hunter and Mad carved out while on Pabu to watch the sunset together. Approximately 10 standard cycles of building a bonfire on the beach and cuddling up together to watch the sky turn deep shades of crimson, purple, and eventually black. Gazing at the stars as they cycled by with the seasons in the night sky.
The broken settee was resurrected by Hunter’s own hands when they first settled. He built it strong enough for two. A solid foundation so it would never break again. Mad helped weatherproof it to withstand the ocean salt. Together, they performed maintenance when needed, so it would last for many years. A continuing project and labor of love.
In addition, a firepit was constructed to hold the burning heat kept within. Hunter and Mad collected stones on their travels around the galaxy. Bringing back chunks of memories to line into a continuing never-ending circle. Occasionally family and friends would add their own additions when returning to Pabu. Wrecker kept his eye out for oddly shaped or colored rocks while fishing and would surprise them with a new addition already stacked against the ring.
Tonight, Hunter had a bit of difficulty making his way down the stone steps to the beach. Mad took his hand, providing support. His long hair and beard had gotten greyer the last few months. She joked that he was almost as silver as her. The wrinkles and laugh-lines accumulated since being together, a happy long life for a clone prominent on his face. He smiled as she fussed about him being careful not to slip.
“Taking good care of me.”
“Of course, what else would I do.”
She winked, and he chuckled.
He told Mad tonight he’d forego their usual “Spotchka under the stars” and just do “The Stars” for tonight. The alcohol was wearing heavily on his system, making for extremely tiring mornings after...even with him cutting back considerably.
In the last few months, Hunter and Mad watched a vibrant moon make its transit across the heavens. It stood out amongst the other stars. Burning a brilliant red flicker that could be easily seen even though it was millions of light years away. The bright red star reached the zenith of its orbit and total brilliance tonight per Tech’s calculations.
“There’s YOUR moon, Hunky!” Mad pointed up above.
There was a number for this moon at one point. With millions of celestial bodies orbiting the galaxy, only numbers were given to keep track of them all. That wasn't good enough for Omega though. She named it “Hunter’s Moon” rotations ago before leaving on her own journey with Echo and Crosshair.
“Shame it’s the last night we’ll see it on Pabu.” Hunter mused.
Mad sighed. “Didn’t Tech say something about it being visible somewhere else?”
“Think he mentioned another planet not far from this one...” Hunter trailed off.
“Whattsamatter Hunky?”
He looked a little guilty “Not sure I’m up to traveling much any time soon.” He also sounded tired.
“Not in any hurry. We have a sky full of stars.”
“Mhmm, that’s my Mad... always thinking ahead.”
“It’s the wanderlust. Brain never shuts off.”
“I LOVE you, Maadienne.”
Mad smiled and squeezed his hand. “I LOVE you too, Hunky.”
They both gazed up at Hunter’s Moon.
“Make a wish, Mad!” Hunter said quietly.
They were both silent for a while. Then Hunter gently rested his head against hers.
She knew he wouldn’t come out and tell her his wish, that to tell it wouldn’t come true. Mad still liked to chide Hunter and try to playfully tease it out of him. It would end in tickling, laughter, hugs, kisses...and on less tiresome nights love making. On tiresome nights they fell asleep in each other's arms on the beach.
“Okay Hunky, spill the beans.” Mad hugged Hunter tighter. He didn’t reply.
“Hunky..?”
Mad brushed Hunter’s long locks away from his face. She gazed down at him, marveling at how the bonfire illuminated his hair, tattoo, dark skin. The face of a sleeping angel. A rhyme in time back on Ord Mantell all those years ago. The younger man who decided to buy her a drink in Cyd’s Parlor. A partner that travelled with her across the galaxy, helped care for her family, whose brothers adopted them all, and a partner that never left her side.
She caressed his face lovingly, immersing herself in the scent of his skin, hair, and...
...breath...?
Hunter’s chest had stilled. An expected, but heavy weight resting against her body, a bit heavier than his usual bodily presence.
“Oh...Hunter...Hun...” Mad suddenly hitched and exhaled, tears running down her face.
She knew this day would eventually come. And as the full rotations went on, she kept wishing on a certain red star that she could have another standard day with him. Every standard day she wished to have another.
But wishes only carry you so far...and there are only so many wishes granted.
And you must accept that the universe has other plans.
To believe in having just a moment of happiness instead of none.
Mad kissed Hunter’s forehead. “Aw, Hunky...we were REAL good... Weren’t we?
The red star above Pabu twinkled in reply to Mad’s words as she hugged Hunter for the last time.
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Hello, bestie!! I want to congratulate you on 1300 followers. You deserve every one of them for your wonderful personality, writing, and vibes. And I'm also incredibly happy and honored to be among those 1300, thank you for being my friend ❤️
Now, for the ask! I love all of your prompts and I'm going to go with something fluffy with - surprise surprise - Crosshair!! With a female reader, if you please, could you maybe write 27. "You look so handsome" from the fluff prompts and 32. A kiss on the wrist from the physical affection prompts?
Can't wait to see what you write, and congrats again!
Thank you so much, Moon, for not only your request and congratulations, but for also being my friend, as well 💜I treasure our friendship very much!
Oh wow, Crosshair! I'm so surprised 😜 I expected nothing less and I am more than delighted to do this for you! I think you're really gonna like this 😉😏
We're gonna live a bit in denial with this one (while we can...) and just say Tech is alive and safe with the Batch, along with, well, a few other things😅
**Spoiler alert for the newest TBB episode, season 3 episode 11**
"A Wish in the Stars"
27. "You look so handsome."
32. A kiss on the wrist
Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader
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It had been a year since you and the Bad Batch had settled down for good on Pabu.
A year since you all had successfully thwarted the Empire's operations on Mount Tantiss and ensured that you would never be found by them again by faking your deaths on Tantiss. With the Empire thinking all of you were dead, they would never come looking for you again, which left you and the Clones to live your lives in peace.
You all had returned to Pabu and helped rebuild everything that the Empire had destroyed. Within months, things on the island began to return to normal and all of you felt like you were truly home.
Truly free.
With this newfound freedom, Crosshair did the one thing you had always dreamed he would do; something you thought would only ever remain a wish in the stars for the longest time:
He asked you to marry him.
Naturally, you said "yes"...or rather, you cried out the word with joy over a dozen times.
The following months of wedding planning were both stressful and joyous at the same time. Omega was ecstatic at the thought of seeing you in a lovely white gown. Wrecker was more excited about all the delicious food that would be at the reception. Tech and Echo took it upon themselves to essentially be your "wedding planners" to ensure everything got done and taken care of. Hunter acted as more emotional support for you through it all and you had also asked him to be the one to walk you down the aisle at your wedding, which he was more than honored to do for you. You just knew your wedding day was going to be more than perfect.
The day arrived and you had just finished putting on your gown: a lovely floor-length, white dress with lacey sleeves and shoulders that had silk flowers sewn into the skirts. You wore a flower crown in your curled hair that Omega and Lyanna had both so lovingly created for you. You looked at yourself in front of a mirror, taking in the image of yourself in that moment. Seeing yourself looking like a bride was almost too good to be true. You had dreamt of this day for forever and now, it was finally happening...you were finally going to marry Crosshair, the love of your life.
"Wow...!"
Just then, you heard the voice of your beloved behind you and you saw him appear in the reflection of the mirror. He was gazing at you with eyes wide with amazement and love and you couldn't help but smile.
You whipped around and playfully scolded him, "Don't you know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding? You need to go!"
He grinned and strode towards you. "Haven't you learned by now that I'm not good at following orders?" he asked you.
You chuckled back, choosing to throw tradition out the window. "I suppose that's true."
Then you looked him over once, taking in the rare sight before you. Crosshair was in much more formal attire that you weren't used to seeing him in: a nice, dark green shirt with a cream-colored, button-up vest, dark pants and boots. You had a feeling Shep and probably Hunter had played a part in figuring out his wedding wear and you were more than pleased with what you saw.
"You look so handsome," you complimented him.
He got a slightly uncomfortable look, not liking the attention, but he still grinned shyly and said, "Thanks." Then his gaze softened once he looked back at you, taking in your radiance in the Pabu sunlight coming in through the window, and he remarked in awe, "And you...you look...I...I can't even find the words to describe how breathtaking you are."
"Thank you," you said with a huge smile as he gently pulled you to him by the waist. You placed a hand on his cheek and gazed up into his entrancing brown eyes. "With everything we went through, everything we fought against...I never thought this day would come."
"I know," he said, nuzzling your hand.
"I always thought us getting married and finally settling down somewhere would just be a wish in the stars, forever floating through time and space, never to be granted," you admitted.
Crosshair then reached up to caress your cheek. "Well...at least one star must have fallen then because that wish will come true today." Then he took your hand that was on his cheek and pressed his lips reverently to your wrist, letting them linger for a moment against your warm skin. His sweet, intimate gesture sent a pleasant shock down your arm and through your whole body. Then he turned his gaze back to you and asked with a tiny, teasing grin, "Are you sure you don't want to rethink this? You know I am severe and unyielding, as Tech says."
"You being severe and unyielding is what got us to this point to begin with," you told him. "You refused to give up. Not on fighting the Empire, on our squad, on yourself...and not on us." You raised your other hand to his other cheek and smiled lovingly at him. "Therefore, I will never stop fighting for the man who fought so hard for me. I'm not letting go of you for anything in this galaxy."
Having given that affirmation that you weren't rethinking anything about being with him, you kissed Crosshair sweetly and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you as close to him as you could possibly get.
When you pulled away, he breathed out in a whisper, "I love you so much."
That brought a happy tear to your eye. Crosshair would say he loved you, but he seldom said it first. This day truly was a day for new beginnings.
"I love you, too," you said back.
"I don't know how or why you ever chose me...but I thank whatever entity brought me to you every day," he said. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me and I promise to make you happy for the rest of--"
Your finger over his lips silenced him as you told him, still smiling, "Save that for the altar, darling."
In reply, he said nothing and simply smiled back at you.
Then you gave him a light nudge. "Now, you'd better go. The ceremony will start soon and Hunter will be coming to make sure I'm ready. You need to leave before he catches you."
Crosshair snickered. "I'd like to see him try," he said, tightening his grip around your waist. Then he gave you a tender kiss on the forehead, released his hold on you and went to walk away. However, he stopped just short of the door and looked back at you once more with the most adoring smile you'd ever seen on him. Then he stated before he left, "I'll see you at the altar...my bride."
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hello hello!
can I request tech proposing to f!reader and then their pabu wedding? thank youuu have a good day
OH JOY, A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST, ANON! I had such a great time writing this one. (Didn't add in a whole lot of detail about the actual wedding, but I hope the rest is alright.) Tech is a sweetheart, and I'll adore him until the day I die. Thank you so much for requesting this, beauty! (Also, happy Tech Tuesday, everyone!)
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A Golden Proposal
Tech x F!Reader
Warnings: Nothing, just a few kisses!
Word Count: 1.9k
Free dividers by Saradika
“What’s this?”
Tech quickly moved to hide whatever he was hunched over. You only had time to glimpse something extremely small and round before it was covered by his hands. “I would rather you did not ask me about this one, mesh’la.”
You peeked over his shoulder, hoping to get another look at this project he’d been acting strange about. “You’ve been working on this for days. Can’t I just look at it? I promise I won’t break it.”
He smiled warmly, an expression that would have made your heart flutter if you weren’t so accustomed to it by now. “I have no doubt that you wouldn’t compromise my work. However, this is one project that I can’t let you see until I have finished it.”
“Why?” Your chin rested on his shoulder as you kept your eyes fixed on his hands, which were still obscuring your view of this mysterious device he was working on. “Is it a surprise?”
“Perhaps. But I cannot resume my work with you observing me like this.”
You sighed melodramatically as you leaned away from him. “Fine. I’ll leave you alone for a while.” After pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, you let him be, leaving to go find Omega. She and Lyanna were probably off getting into trouble. Again.
As Tech watched you go, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, as well as the typical spike in endorphins he received whenever he looked at you. It was difficult to keep someone as curious as his beloved partner in the dark about such things, but he had managed it. And he was almost finished. He could have this finished by tomorrow if he really focused.
But he didn’t want to rush this project. This one had to be perfect.
He picked up the delicate tool he had dropped when you walked in, repositioned his lamp, and got back to work.
A few days later, you started to notice that it wasn’t just Tech. Everyone was acting strange. Sure, the Batch had never treated you unkindly, but they were all a little more… smiley with you than usual. Omega and Wrecker, especially. You could hardly look in their direction without one of them not-so-subtly trying to cover their laughs of glee.
So you probably should have been more suspicious when the team cornered you right after dinner and told you that Tech wanted to talk to you. Down on the beach. Alone.
To be honest, you weren't sure what to expect as you made your way down the winding paths of Pabu. Tech hadn't been paying much attention to you the last few days… maybe he was trying to make it up to you?
You slowed as you neared the end of the path and the ocean came into view. Where the path ended, a trail of lanterns began, lighting a way down the beach. And at the end: a large blanket draped over the sand, where Tech was waiting.
Your heart skipped at the almost painfully romantic sight. The lanterns already made the scene beautiful, but the sunset casting a golden glow across the island left you breathless. Almost as much as that wonderful man always did.
Despite your attempts to stay calm, a huge grin spread across your face. Even though your expression was eager, you managed to keep your steps measured and slow. No matter how badly you wanted to just sprint down there and tackle him onto the blanket so you could kiss him properly. You didn’t want to ruin the moment by overwhelming him on accident.
Tech raised his head as you got close, and the smile he sent your way made your heart absolutely melt. It was downright unfair how cute he was. He got to his feet, and you took his hands as he reached for you. As always, he lifted your hands up to his lips to gently kiss the back of them. However, in a development that made your stomach flutter, he didn’t leave it at just one kiss like he normally did. His lips trailed over your knuckles, down your fingers in a quiet, worshipful caress.
“Cyar’ika…” The warmth in his voice put the heat of the setting sun to shame. “Thank you for joining me.”
Not wanting to reveal just how enamored you were in this moment, you tilted your head in a playful manner. You kept your tone as light as you could with butterflies swarming around in your chest. “You thought I would say no to spending time with you?”
He shrugged as he slid an arm around your waist and tugged you down to the blanket. “Well, I was concerned that you felt displeased at the lack of affection I have been offering you as of late.” Once you were comfortably seated, he pulled you against his side, a familiar position for the two of you. “I assume this is an adequate way to begin reparation?”
“Watching a sunset together?” Your head rested on his shoulder as your eyes scanned the waves gently rolling into the beach. The glowing oranges of the sky almost made them look like melted gold, or amber… some kind of gem. “This is a gorgeous start.”
There was a quiet hum as Tech reached over to touch your chin, tenderly coaxing your head off of his shoulder. “Gorgeous…” His gaze roamed your face appreciatively before he leaned in to press a kiss against your cheek. “I would have to agree.”
You felt your cheeks warm beneath his lips, and you began to duck your head, but his hand was back on your chin in an instant.
“None of that, mesh’la,” Tech whispered softly. “Do not hide your face from me. You have always been radiant, and this sunset has turned you into an absolute vision.”
After a moment, you raised your head to meet his eyes, smiling at the way the golden light of the sunset made his eyes shine. “I could say the same thing about you.”
He smiled again, shaking his head affectionately. “You are too kind, cyar’ika. But I did not call you here just so we could exchange compliments.”
“Then why did you want me here?”
Tech let his lips ghost over your cheek one last time before shifting to take something out of one of the many pouches on his belt. You swore there was a new one every time you saw him. Then he passed his binoculars into your hands and gestured out to the horizon. “Look.” He pointed to give you a more specific area to focus on. “Do you see that island out there?”
Raising the device to your eyes, you could, in fact, see a tiny island. The glare of the setting sun made it difficult to make out, but it was there. “Yeah, I see it.”
“The people of Pabu utilize it for certain… customs,” Tech explained, watching you as you continued to examine the distant view. “Traditionally, when two individuals are married, they spend a week alone on that island. Several domiciles have been constructed there, and the couple spends the week in one of their choosing.”
You made a quiet sound of interest, still looking through the binoculars. “So Pabu has an exclusive honeymoon retreat. Who knew?”
“…I would like you to accompany me there.”
For a second, you didn’t understand what he meant. He had just said that newlyweds were the only ones who ever visited that island. For you to go there with him, he would have to be suggesting…
The binoculars nearly slipped from your grip as the realization hit you. You quickly turned back to Tech, and your eyes widened when you saw the ring in his hand. There was no diamond, no precious stone embedded in the piece of jewelry, but a vine of intricate engravings wrapped around the band. “Love… is this what you’ve been working on?”
Tech nodded, taking your hand in his. “I may not have the financial means to purchase a typical engagement ring, but I still want my future wife to have something beautiful. Or my best attempt at it, at least.”
“Do you mean it? You really want me to be your wife?”
His hand left yours, moving up to cradle your face. “My darling cyar’ika… how could I want anyone else? The real question is, do you want me to be your husband?”
You nodded, a little more eagerly than intended, but you didn’t care. The love of your life wanted to marry you. If anything, you weren’t eager enough. “Yes. Absolutely, Tech.”
The way his eyes lit up with pure joy made you want to say yes a thousand times over. He took your left hand in his, bringing it to his lips to press a loving kiss to your ring finger. “Thank you… thank you, my love.”
Then the ring took the place of his lips on your hand. It fit you perfectly, suited you perfectly. Just like he did.
You couldn’t properly express your excitement by saying yes a thousand times. So a thousand kisses would have to do.
You were up before the sun on the morning of your wedding. There was no way you could stay in bed knowing that in just a few hours, Tech would be your husband.
Phee had helped you find someone who could sew you a dress, and you had to admit that the gown was magnificent. It was simple, but the embroidery trailing down the skirt matched the ring Tech had made for you. Omega spent days scoping out where the best flowers could be found on the island, and she assured you that she would make you the biggest bouquet you’d ever seen. She had offered to braid flowers into your hair as well, but you suggested that she keep practicing that skill on Hunter first.
Now, the wedding was less than an hour away, and Omega had yet to show up with your flowers. You weren’t too worried, though. She had been going on and on about how gorgeous your bouquet was last night; she had to be finished with it to be that pleased with herself.
Besides, you would marry Tech either way. Without flowers, without a dress, just as long as you could be with him forever.
“My darling…”
You turned around to see Tech staring at you with unabashed adoration. And you didn’t even try to stop yourself from staring back. You had never seen him in a suit before, and it was a dang good look for him. The color was a few shades darker than the armor he normally wore, and the little red accents from his tie and the rose pinned to his lapel made him especially eye-catching.
Tech approached you slowly, instantly cupping your face in his hands once he was close enough. “...There are no words, my love. Beautiful would be an insult when you look this divine.”
There was no use trying to slow your heartbeat. It was your wedding day; you were allowed to be excited. You sighed softly, closing your eyes as you leaned into the adoration of his touch. “Haven’t you heard that it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?”
“I do not need luck,” Tech said matter-of-factly, tracing his fingers down your cheek. “I have you.”
You opened your eyes to smile at him with all the love you could muster. “You’ll always have me.”
“And you will always have me, cyar’ika.” He leaned down to capture your lips in one last kiss; the final kiss you would share before you became husband and wife. “Always.”
"There you are!"
The two of you separated as Omega ran up, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand. You hadn't doubted the girl's ability to create something beautiful, and the bundle of flowers didn't disappoint. It wasn't as large as you had been expecting, though it still had a substantial amount of blooms, all tied together with a silky red ribbon.
She skidded to a stop in front of you, holding up the bouquet with a pleased smile. "I found a better ribbon this morning. I thought this would be nicer than using one of Hunter's bandanas."
"It's perfect, Omega." You took the flowers from her, pleased to find that it fit almost flawlessly in your hands. "Thank you so much."
The girl was practically bouncing on her feet, almost radiating more excitement than you were. "Come on, everyone's waiting!"
She darted off again, no doubt to join the others gathered beneath the great tree. You straightened the delicate chain of jewelry hanging around your neck and gave Tech what was quite possibly the biggest smile he would ever see. "So, my love? Wanna marry me?"
He grinned right back and reached for your hand, caressing your fingers with his own. "Darling, you have no idea."
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