#tech x male mandalorian reader

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Tech x Male Mandalorian Reader; Kar'taylir Darasuum Gar

Characters: Mainly Tech, little snippets of the rest of the Batch.

Relationship: All platonic buddies, except for Tech near the end.

POV: 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: He/him

Species: Unmentioned, but you have a normal "human" head (so no horns, lukku, etc.)

Content: Angst to fluff, get really hurt (literally) and then comfort. You're an idiot who can't confess unless their life depends on it.

Warnings: Description of injury and cleaning wounds(ish). Some throwing up blood ig. Cringe lol

Notes: Fem aligned and/or women can interact, but please be respectful. This is a MLM x reader fic. Don't be weird. Thanks. "Kar'taylir darasuum gar" means "love you" in Mando'a- I couldn't find the equivalent for "I." Also- I’m in the progress of making a version for each Batch member 👍

Word count: 5,364

You sat in the co-pilot’s chair, arms crossed and leaning back.  Tech sat in the pilot’s chair, tinkering with some self-made miniature droid.  Everyone else was asleep, Echo in his hammock, Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair each in their respective bunks.  The ship was decently quiet, except for Wrecker’s occasional snoring, which, honest to Kad Ha'rangir, sounded like a Venator class star-destroyer powering up.  Contrasting the man’s tremendous snores, the hyper-drive produced a nice and constant low hum, with beeps sounding out every once in a while.  Tech’s screws and wrenches would clang out, and the sound of sparks would startle you into a more awake state each time it occurred.

Although there was no way he could know, seeing as your helmet was facing directly out the view-port, you were staring from the corner of your eyes.  Hard.  The way he effortlessly moved his fingers across the droid, connecting and severing wires from point A to point B, or how the golden sparks would illuminate his face and reflect off his goggles, casting a beautiful glow that you simply couldn’t get enough of.  Truthfully, you couldn’t have been more grateful for your helmet and culture, knowing full well he would have caught on to your… tendencies, and quick, if you didn’t wear it- bearing all your embarrassing expressions out to the world.

You knew it was bad to be feeling like this.  They were in the middle of war, which was no time for romantic relationships.  And, truthfully, you didn’t even know if Tech, or anyone else, liked you.  For all you knew, they simply had high tolerance for annoyingly secretive men they were assigned to work with.  You had always avoided questions about the culture you grew up with, obviously always avoided taking off your helmet, and hardly took off any of your armor- even when it came time to sleep.  Which must have been unsettling for them, or anyone, really, you were sure.  Someone who was highly skilled in fighting, but never took anything off, always electing to remain in the armor that was most certainly not a comfort to sleep in.  And, clearly, the fact that, out of nowhere, the Republic had hired and assigned you to them.  They had every reason not to trust you- or to, at the least, not like you.

And you had no clue what to do to lessen that mistrust.  Telling them about your culture was out of the question- you couldn’t deal with the…issues revolving when, if at all, anyone would be close enough to take off your helmet.  they might think they were close enough, but you didn’t.  Or, even worse, you might think you were close enough, but they didn’t.  And, Kriff, if they caught on to you hypothetically taking off your helmet more around Tech than the others, they would easily piece together your feelings.

But, hey, maybe you were wrong.  Maybe they found you at least somewhat amusing, somewhat useful, somewhat not a nuisance.  And maybe, just maybe, Tech would even feel the same way.  Doubtful, but since when was love logical?  A beep came through, pulling you out of the deep pits of overthinking and alerting Tech.  He lifted up his head, temporarily setting down the project.  Tracing his fingers over the wheel and control-panel.  “We have almost arrived.  Would you go and wake up everyone?”

You stood up, stretching your arms as far as they could go, audibly groaning.  “Sure thing, boss.”  You first walked to Echo, shaking him gently.  He was an easy sleeper, after everything.  Hunter could sleep well once he was in it, but otherwise, his enhanced senses made it difficult.  Crosshair was easy enough, not incredibly difficult, but you wouldn’t wake him up by simply walking around either.  Wrecker, on the other hand, slept like a rock.  You found out within the first week of your stay that his brothers would simply punch Wrecker in the shoulder, hard, to wake him up.  Hunter had explicitly granted you permission to do the same.

That being said, you wound up your arm before slugging Wrecker square in the shoulder, earning a startled grunt from him.  Once he registered what was happening, he lopsidedly smiled and mumbled a good morning of sorts.  After the four men were awake, you headed back to the cockpit, electing a chair further in the back so they could all sit closer- a common practice.  Hunter gave the mission debrief- same old, same old.  Just beat up a bunch of droids, and nothing special about this mission.  Echo and Hunter had a smaller, but more advanced battalion of droids to defeat within the building, so they needed to go radio-silent.  Crosshair and Wrecker would take a larger battalion, as would you and Tech.  After everyone was 100% certain in their role, everyone split up.

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Kriff, this was not going well.  Blaster fire everywhere, explosions left and right, and the only Batch member you could see was Tech, double-blasting his way through any droid he saw.  You used a batch of whistling birds, each miniature missile hitting its mark.  Not that the few dozen marks did much damage against the entire droid battalion circling you two.  You reached for the pouch on your hip, which carried the multitude of bombs and droid poppers necessary for war.  Much to your dismay, there was only one bomb left.  And for better or worse, it was a giant bomb.  It would be incredibly difficult to evade- for both you and the droids.  It was designed with the intent of being far above the enemy- not 10 feet away from them.  But this was your only chance- if you could pair the main explosion and send out half a dozen droid poppers while the rest of them were distracted- it would be a victory.  And perhaps if you could run fast enough, dive, and get as many droids behind you to take the majority of the impact- perhaps you’d make it out relatively unscathed.

And, not that in a million light years would you ever admit it, the most important part- Tech would be safe if you pulled off this stunt.  You’d be able to get rid of at least one third of the droids with the large bomb alone, and sending out droid poppers in every direction during that opening would eliminate, at minimum, three quarters of the remaining droids.  All in all, Tech would have only a handful of clankers left, he would be safe, and the mission objective would be claimed as a victory.  Might as well.

“Run south!” you shouted over the blaster fire, instructing Tech.  For a split second he thought to question you, but decided against it.  He knows what he’s doing, and there’s no time to object, he concluded.  Tech sent a nod your way before running, still blasting his way through what was close.  As soon as he was out of range, you pulled the bomb from the waist pouch.  Maker, did you hope this will work.  You stared at the bomb, hoping you would be shown mercy, as if the bomb was a sentient being capable of choosing who to blast and who to not.  With a remorseful sigh, already having spent too long wondering and not doing, you reared your arm back and threw the ball as far as physically capable.

As soon as the sphere of mass destruction left your hand, you bolted- sending out droid poppers in different directions every few seconds, hoping to any god or higher being that they would take the majority of the impact, and not you.

Unfortunately, any and all higher beings seemed to be tastefully against you today.  You felt the heat and force before you heard it.  A stinging sensation sprung throughout your entire body, sending you crashing forward, groaning.  Apparently, you were not far away enough, and there were not enough droids to take the majority of the impact.  Kriff.  There was an excruciating ringing in your ears, or head-?  You weren’t sure, but it was loud and annoying as hell.  The last droid popper rolled from your palm, effectively killing off the half-dozen clankers headed over.

Although it was primarily obscured by the horrendous ringing in your ears, you could pick up faint sounds of blaster fire and metallic bodies hitting the ground.  You shakily got on your hands and knees, one arm clenched tightly over the stomach region, and lifted your head, groaning.  Although it was incredibly difficult to make out in this delirious state, you saw Tech running towards you.  He’s safe, was all you could think.  The mission was a success and he was safe, what else could someone ask for?  With that, there was no longer any reason to stay awake.

You promptly collapsed onto the cold ground, rolling over, hand still clutched.  You were coughing up blood, which just fell back down to your helmet and mouth, casing your cheeks and lips.  “Y/N!” Tech yelled, attempting to keep you awake and responsive- not his most successful attempts. You felt him lift your body upwards, examining the damage.  A shattered off droid piece had pierced through your abdomen, front to back.  Blood coated your armor, turning it from (color) to a dark ugly mess of browns and reds.  His eyes trailed over you, ever worried.  He and his brothers had never faced such an extreme injury, except for Wrecker’s large scar on his head.

“I need to take off your helmet.  I can hear you coughing up blood,” Tech informed.  You attempted to push him off, delirious of the extremity of the situation.  You were not ready to cross that bridge yet.  Tech felt bad, he did.  Even though he couldn’t possibly understand why a culture would not allow someone to simply remove a helmet, he would respect it, and he would respect you.  But in a situation like this, it truly didn’t matter.  If your helmet didn’t come off, you'd drown in your own blood before dying of the shrapnel was even a possibility.

“That was not a request, it was me informing you of what I’m going to do.”  You wanted to give him a smart-ass response, truly, but you couldn’t speak coherently, let alone think of one.  Accepting defeat in this minor battle, your head lolled back into his palm, coughing once again.  He placed his hand under your chin, just on the edge of the helmet, and carefully lifted.  The helmet hissed as he pulled it off, and your eyes squinted harshly at the bright light, now surrounding you from all sides, not just the visor.  This was not how you wanted him to see your face.

Tech grimaced.  Clear from the blood and sweat caking your mouth and cheeks, you had already coughed up a large amount of blood, and he highly doubted it’d be stopping anytime soon.  “Okay…I’m going to move you to that rock over there- you need to be more vertical than horizontal if I am to treat your injuries.”  A mumble was the only response he got.  Tech put his hand on your back, roping underneath your arm.  Using his other arm to support your lower back, he lifted, and despite all his effort in being gentle, it didn’t do much.  Even though the rock in question was only, at most, twenty feet away, it seemed like an impossible task.

With each step, despite Tech supporting the majority of your weight, it felt like another piece of droid shrapnel shooting though you.  Everything became more fuzzy by the second, dizziness overcoming you.  “We are almost there,” he said, observant of your worsening state.  After what felt like an eternity, you had arrived at the large rock.  He turned you around and gently placed you on the rock, blood coating his armor.

Reaching to his waist pockets, Tech pulled out a pair of tweezers, a large roll of bandages, and bacta-spray.  “I will cut space around your chest plate and clothing.  Do not move.”  You groaned, looking up at the sun.  Perhaps you shouldn’t have done the “throw a bomb and hope you outrun it to save someone else’s skin” plan.  Now you’d need a new chest plate and under-armor clothing.  Fantastic.  Tech pulled out a new set of tools, all to cut the chest plate.  Luckily, the hole was jagged and cracked, so finding a good place to further the diameter would not be incredibly difficult.

Tech carefully pulled out bits of the chest plate, making the hole larger by the second.  Unfortunately, him cutting that close, despite his best efforts, still applied far more pressure than you would like on your wound.  It was not a pleasant experience, to say the least.

“I am finished cutting around the front of your chest plate,” he said, breaking the tense silence.

“Okay…” you breathed out, voice shaky and dry.  He looked at you with pity before quickly tearing through the cloth, all too close to the droid bit.  He noticed your extreme uncomfort, face scrunched up, trying not to cry.  He felt pity towards you, but there was no time for any of that.  If he wasn’t quick and adequate, you could very well die.  Tech’s point was emphasized by another fit of blood coming up, some blood dripping on his armor as your head came forward.

He grimaced, using his thumb in a feeble attempt to wipe off the new blood.  “Can you lean forward while I cut open your back?” he asked, unsure whether or not it would be required to fully turn you around.  “Mhm…I think I can manage,” you mumbled, barely above a whisper and hardly intelligible.  You rocked forward, arms outstretched to hold up your weight.  Tech carefully moved behind you before repeating the process.

Eventually, Tech deemed the cloth and armor to be far away enough from the droid.  He would pull out the droid, then fully take off your armor and clothing, apply bacta-spray, and wrap you up.  Once you were on the ship, he could dig out any excess sharpanel.  Then everything would be fine.  He concluded that the best way to get it out was to not let you know.  He deduced that you were, more than likely, not thinking rationally- and even if you were injured, you were still heavily trained, and he didn’t want to risk you trying to push him off if there was a warning for what was to come.  To be fair, doing it suddenly would surprise you, which wouldn’t be much better, but your reaction time was certainly delayed, so it was still the best option.

“Lean back.”  You obliged, hitting the back of the rock and letting your head fall backwards.  While you were still looking upwards, he gripped the droid piece with both hands.  Pulling hard was most certainly not the best option, but he had already spent too much time clearing the space, and there was no equipment for performing the removal in a safe manner.  You would have to deal with it.

Tech pulled on the droid, and he pulled hard.  Your eyes went wide, and you lurched forward, hands grasping at the wound.  Short, ragged breaths filled the sound of the field, paired with the metallic clattering of the droid being tossed aside.  Tech cupped your face in his hands, looking into your eyes.  If you weren’t in so much agony, you would’ve been a flustered, blubbering mess.  “Hold still and do exactly as I tell you.  I need to dig out the smaller shrapnel, but the bleeding must stop soon.  There can be no distractions.”

At this point, you could hardly respond, choking on any words you attempted to form.  Now that the droid was removed, Tech could slip your chest plate off.  “Put your arms up and do not take them down until both your chest plate and clothing have been removed.”  Vision blurry and shaky, you lifted your arms despite them feeling like a hundred pounds each.  Quickly, Tech pulled up on your chest plate, immediately discarding it among the other debris in the field.  Following immediately after, he lifted up your shirt, slightly more conscious of the injury since the cloth was brushing directly against it.

As soon as he finished discarding your shirt, your hands fell limp once again, and you collapsed onto the rock.  Tech quickly doused the affected area with bacta-spray, not particularly caring if it got it more space than needed.  He needed to be quick, and there would be more time later to fix everything.  He positioned himself behind you, legs wrapped around to give you support as he cleaned the back, making sure to wipe off any large chunks of dirt or pieces of rock.  After your back and front were successfully doused in bacta, he re-positioned himself and you.

He moved about two feet away from the rock, legs straddling your waist.  He had turned you around, eyes meeting each other once more.  Your arms were gripping his shoulders, shaking with every breath.  Tech carefully reached around and grabbed the bandages, unfurling them.  He started at your waistline, moving upwards with each layer of binding.  He would carefully glance over your shoulder and angle himself to see your back to ensure it was all going smoothly- or, at least, as smooth as something like this could go.  The bandages had finally reached above your wound, before reaching over your shoulder for extra support and coming back down for a double layer.  Despite the wrappings having been on for less than ten minutes, the blood was already tainting the once white fabric.

“I am finished,” Tech spoke, finishing off the last layer and grabbing your waist to pull you closer.  He carefully grabbed his comm to relay his position and the situation to the rest of the Batch.  He knew it would have been useless to comm beforehand, as Hunter and Echo were radio-silent while Wrecker and Crosshair were dealing with a smaller squadron of droids.  But now that you were safe- or as safe as possible considering everything- and the rest of the Batch had their objectives completed, he could call them.

“Hunter, I need a pickup at the valley in between the two ridges where the droid squadron was.  Immediately- (Y/N) has been injured.  I have applied bacta and bandages, but it is not adequate.  We must get to proper medical care as quickly as possible.”

“Got it, Tech.  We’re on our way, just hang on,” Hunter replied, voice glitchy and faded out through the comm.  Tech pulled you closer, your head resting on his shoulder.  He placed his hands on your infraspinatus, rubbing small circles in them repeatedly.  The telltale humming of the Marauder approached, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over the field.  The ship turned to its side before touching down about ten feet away, ramp opening.  Wrecker ran out, panic clearly written on his face.  He slowed down as he approached you, face falling more by the second.

“Wrecker, be careful around his abdomen, that is where the implication occurred.  Do not run or jostle (Y/N) too much, he can not sustain any more injuries than what he already has.”  Wrecker nodded in understanding before gently picking you up, hands under your thighs.  He placed your head in the crook of his neck, out of respect for you never taking off the helmet and hiding your face.  Your arms were draped over his back, bouncing with each step he took, despite the effort to be more gentle.

With a tired groan, you lifted your head up, eyes peering over Wreckers shoulder to be met with Tech’s.  He had stood up and taken off his helmet, the light gray armor tainted and stained with your blood.  You felt the incline of the ramp as Wrecker entered the Marauder, and the sounds of scattered feet and clattering could be heard.  Shortly after Wrecker had entered the ship, Tech followed suit, your helmet and chest plate in hand.  “Tech, what’s the deal with (Y/N)?  What do we need to do?”

“(Y/N) threw a bomb which effectively killed off the majority of the droid army, but was hit with debris in his escape.  He was regurgitating blood and had a large piece of a droid lodged in his abdomen.  I…have cleaned the wound, albeit quickly and not as efficiently as I would have hoped.  Clearly, I have bandaged him and removed the primary source of implication, but did not have time to adequately search through for smaller pieces of shrapnel.  We should not remove his bandages until we are on Kamino.  Someone should be watching him for the duration of the trip until we arrive, and we should attempt to minimize his sleeping until he has proper medical care.”

As Tech explained the situation, Wrecker re-positioned you into a more “bridal style” carrying, before gently setting you down on his bed and slipping his arms out from underneath you, all while avoiding your face.  Your head was propped up on Lula, and Wrecker draped a blanket over your body, the edge draping off the bunk.  He stood still for a second, glancing around nervously.  Tech came up behind him, placing a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder.  “Go in the cock-pit and help with the course.  I will stay here to ensure everything is alright.  There is no need to worry.  If I do require aid, I will request it.”  Wrecker glanced past his shoulder at his brother, sending a short smile of thanks before hurrying off to the cock-pit.  Tech carefully sat down on the edge of Wrecker’s bed, just beside your feet.  The bed made a small creaking noise and dipped ever so slightly.  Tech sighed, back slouching.  He glanced once more at your form, eyebrows furrowed.  You two would be having quite the serious conversation later.

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Hunter walked up to the bunk, staring before finally saying something.  “Tech- we’re coming into Kamino.  Take the wheel and comm in (Y/N)’s situation.  I’ll get him prepped and Wrecker will carry him till the medical team shows up.”  Tech nodded in agreement and stood up, walking to the cock-pit.  Hunter glanced down at you, avoiding your face.  He had a few of his spare bandannas in hand, ready to wrap up the majority of your face out of respect.  It wouldn’t be perfect by any means, but any face covering would be better than nothing for you, he reasoned.  Trying his best not to look, Hunter lifted up your head and placed four bandannas on it- two on your forehead, and just one each for your nose bridge and chin.  As soon as your face was covered, he re-angled himself to tie the knot behind your head.

After your face was covered as well as anyone would do while still minimizing the risk of further complications, he carefully pulled the blanket away and lifted you up, cautious of the injury.  He stayed with you until Wrecker and Tech came, the ship having landed.  “There should be medical personnel on their way.  I requested that a droid be the one to attend to (Y/N)’s injuries, but whether or not they listened is… uncertain,” Tech said, glancing over at you, worry evident by the slight crease in his eyes and furrow of his eyebrows.  Hunter was slightly surprised at his brother’s concern for your culture.  There was no reason to explicitly request for a droid, but he did so nonetheless.  Usually, Tech would not have cared for such things- so long as the objective was completed and no-one was severely harmed, what did it matter if some cultural lines were crossed?

Hunter’s thoughts were interrupted by Wrecker picking you up bridal style once again, head draped back and arms dangling.  His loud stomps echoed through the metal corridor, and it was all Tech could focus on.  Which had never happened before- just focusing on one thing and one thing alone.  But here he was, watching Wrecker exit the Marauder, you in hand- unclear if you would survive, and the only thing he was aware of was the echoing of Wrecker’s footsteps, you disappearing along with them.

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Tech waited anxiously outside the med-bay door, leg bouncing up and down.  The halls were quiet and deserted, only a lone wandering Kaminaon or clone every dozen or so minutes.  Tech didn’t know if he preferred the silence or the possibility of crowded and loud halls, people shoving past each other non-stop.  He was fairly sure they were both equally terrible options.  Hunter had stayed with him a while, but he needed to get back to the rest of the squad- Tech didn’t blame him.  He held your helmet in his hands, looking over every detail- every mark, burn, dent, scratch, paint chip, design and patterns and colors- everything.  Although, logically, he knew it was very likely that either you or one of his brothers, or himself, would die in this line of work, knowing about it didn’t quite reach the same levels as nearly experiencing it.

The doors slid open, AZ emerging.  Tech immediately sat straight up, more alert than ever.  Before he could even begin asking questions, AZ began speaking.  “(Y/N) (L/N) will fully recover within about 8 rotations.  He is no longer bleeding and all sharnale has been removed and the wound has been treated.  He is to remain on bed-rest until I give the say so.”  Tech didn’t even bother to respond, all he could do was practically jump into the room and land beside your bed.  You looked up at him, trying your best to smile- he was not amused.  In fact, Tech was at a loss for words.  Tech was never at a loss for words.

Actually, scratch all of that.  Tech had an abundance of words for you.  That much was obvious by the way his face went from “soft and glad you were okay” to his signature “are you kriffing kidding me?” look with an extra splash of anger.  Your smile immediately fell.

“What were you thinking- I mean, you decided to throw a bomb which you had no chance of outrunning and for what?  That was the most illogical and poorly thought out plan I have ever seen, and I have seen some very stupid things.”  It was clear he had more to say, but he figured he’d save it for another time.  Tech glared at you for a second longer before pulling up a chair beside the bed.

He let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “You…are intelligent enough to have realized the risks.  Just explain why you took such… idiotic ones.”

Silence.  “I…I figured that if… you could get out of range, that would be enough.  I would throw the bomb and get far away enough to survive, taking out any more droids in the escape.  Then, you’d be… fine.  I mean, the odds weren’t exactly in our favor, Tech- we were losing that battle- hard.  We’d probably both be dead if I hadn’t done what I did.”  Tech glanced down, thinking over your words.  As much as he hated to admit it- you were right.  There may have been another way he would’ve come up with to save your hides, but at the moment- your actions did save them.

“I… am sorry I saw your face.  Although I do not understand why a culture would prohibit someone from showing their face- I respect you, and so I do apologize.  If it is any consolation, I requested droids only for the medical staff, and Hunter had wrapped up your face as much as he could.  Nobody really saw your face- just small fragments of it- except for me, obviously.”

You were silent, bandaged and calloused hands wringing around each other.  “It’s… it’s alright.  In my Clan, you are allowed to take off your helmet with… certain people.  Those you consider… close.  You can take off the helmet around those types of people.”  You glanced up, eyes just barely meeting.  He gulped nervously.  No-one outside of his brothers had ever considered him close- and if his hypothesis was right- this type of “close” you were describing was most certainly new- not the type of bond one shares with his brothers.

“Are you… implying that you have a romantic interest in me, (Y/N)?” Tech asked cautiously, as though each word represented him taking another step closer to the edge of a thousand-foot drop.

“Is that alright?” you asked tentatively, turning to properly face him, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Well… it is not standard military protocol to… intermingle.”  Your gaze fell downwards, grimacing.  So much for a confession.

Then he continued.  “But we have never been ones to follow protocol.”  Your mouth went slightly agape, and you looked back up at him.  Your eyes met each other, and he smiled.  He didn’t smile often.  Tech reached out hesitantly and grabbed your hand, rubbing circles in it.  You placed your free hand on his, like a weird romantic sandwich, and let your head fall back, closing your eyes in satisfaction.

“Y’know- if I knew all it would take to confess and know you reciprocated was to have a near-death experience, I would've done it way before.”

Tech jumped back slightly- “‘All it would take?’” he asked, mocking you.  His eyes were wide in disbelief at your disregard for such an event.  His face was absolutely golden, and you started laughing- evidently, far too much since within a few seconds you were clutching your side in pain.  Tech now wore a mixture of his “I told you so” and “that was not amusing” faces, judging you heavily.

"Regardless, AZ informed me that you would need an 8-day bed rest.  And as you do not contain your own proper sleeping area, you may share with me.  This way I can closely monitor you at the same time.  It will be greatly beneficial.”

You cocked your eyebrow, looking directly at him.  “If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just said so.”

“If you are to keep up this behavior in my sleeping quarters, I will not hesitate to kick you out- both figuratively and literally.  Perhaps I’ll just make your “visiting time” as terrible as possible.  I am not above such actions.”  You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes in a playful manner.

“Here- I made certain that I had kept your helmet.  The chest plate was practically unsalvageable, but it is currently on the Marauder.  Although you are… comfortable without it around me, it seems, I assumed you would want it for the walk back.  Am I correct?”

“You're always correct, and you know that.  Thank you, Tech.”  You carefully slid the detailed helmet on your head, somewhat sad.  Although it was clear that you would need to wear it in the halls and in front of his brothers, you still felt sad you two couldn’t enjoy more time, faces and secrets and emotions and everything exposed for the better.  You let the brief moment of sadness wash over- it was better to be grateful.  I mean, Tech reciprocated!  You couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“Let me assist you in getting up- you are most certainly not fit to walk by yourself,” he said.  You obliged, his arms coming up underneath your armpits and hauling you off the bed.  You quickly found your grounding, and swung an arm around Tech’s shoulders.  You two trudged down the long and barren halls of Kamino until reaching your designated barracks, pausing slightly at the door.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt such joy.  You looked at Tech, dark visor meeting his yellow-orange tinted goggles.  “Kar'taylir darasuum gar.”  Tech knew what it meant.  He didn’t need his fancy language visor to tell him what you said.  You loved him and he loved you.  And that’s all that really mattered.  He smiled at you once more before the door opened, Wrecker immediately shouting in joy that you were safe and sound.  Everything would be alright from here on out, war be damned.

[yoitsjay]

Ner Cabur

Pairings: Tech x male Mando! Reader

Summary: you save tech from an unfortunate end, and spending time with him had become a luxury you didn't want to let go.

Warnings: season 3 spoilers ish, cannon violence, loose episode references, Tech fluffiness

Translations:

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

Ner Cabur- my guardian

Ner kar'ta- my heart

burc’ya- friend

Word count: 2,720

The stars streaked past as you piloted your sleek, battered lambda class T-4A shuttle through the endless expanse of space. The thumping bass of your favorite rock band pulsed through the cockpit, shaking loose a few forgotten crumbs from your last meal.

With a grin, you adjusted the controls, leaning back in your worn pilot’s chair. Your black and blue painted armor gleaned dully in the cockpit lights, reflecting the occasional flicker from the starry display. The rhythmic beats matched your heartbeat as you primed your ship for landing on the nearby planet’s spaceport, for some repairs and supplies

You checked your dwindling credit’s and winced. Just then however, a flicker of static interrupted the music. A message blinked into view from your transceiver. You clicked the answer button, sliding your helmet back on as you did so, leaning back in your seat as Saw Gerrerra popped up.

“Saw.” You greeted, but the man looked like pleasantries were way off the table. “We need you on Eriadu, I'm sending you the coordinates now with your mission details. Then com me and meet me at the rondevu.” He instructed before ending the call. You huffed, quickly taking the joysticks of your ship's center console, maneuvering out of the asteroids and into free space, typing in the coordinates that were sent before jumping into hyperspace.

When you had arrived at Eriadu you followed Gerrerra’s instructions, which were basically fly around and prepare for pickup. You were flying low, hiding your ship in the canyons surrounding the empire’s main base of operations. You had scrambled your ship's signature in order to sneak by the sensors, so they had no idea you were here.

You were flying slowly, hidden by the fog but still able to see where you were flying… and that was when you saw someone falling from the rail carts. Your eyes widened, and you quickly maneuvered your ship towards the falling figure, placing your ship in “float mode” as you ran out of the cockpit and down the ramp.

You had equipped your jet pack so you just flew straight out of the ship, plummeting down towards the falling man. Before he could hit the ground, you managed to catch him in your arms, the added weight making you stumble as you ran across the ground before sliding to a stop.

“Hey man, you good?” You asked once landed, the man still held in your arms as he looked at you, eyes wide in surprise. His helmet was strange, with goggles instead of a shielded visor. Eventually you put him down, and he stared at the ground, and then back at you.

“yes i-” The man paused, nodding again. “Thank you.” He added, and you nodded. “You with Saw Gerrera?” You asked, but he shook his head. “No- i’m here with my brothers… Do you perchance have a vessel?” The man asked, and you nodded. “Yeah. First you're gonna tell me your name, then we can figure out what to do next.” You teased me. The man nodded, removing his helmet.

He was quite cute, his hair forming soft curls against his forehead, a lighter brown that accentuated his amber eyes. He was around your height, if not a few inches shorter. “My name is Tech.” He introduced, and you nodded, slowly removing your helmet as well.

Tech’s eyes widened, but you didn’t notice. You also didn’t happen to notice the slight blush on his cheeks too. “My name is Y/n. Now I'm gonna have to carry you again.” You stated, winking at Tech before placing your helmet back on your head. Tech nodded and did the same, and you picked the man back up in your arms.

He wrapped his arms around your neck as one of your arms supported his back, the other his knees and you lifted off into the air, flying back through the ramp and cargo entrance before setting Tech down again as you landed on your feet. You closed the ramp and ran up to the cockpit, seeing a beeping transmission.

You answered it. taking the controls of your ship again as Tech sat in the seat beside you. “We need pickup Y/n! Where are you?” Saw shouted, and you huffed. “On my way, I had an unexpected pickup.” You answered, soaring out of the canyon and towards the rondevu point. You kept your ship hovering, lowering the ramp as Saw and the others entered.

You flew away, breaking through the atmosphere before setting coordinates to one of the rebel planets and jumping to hyperspace. You released the controls, setting your helmet down on the top of the console as you turned to Tech. “I gotta deal with them, then I can help you.” You explained, gesturing for him to stay put before you walked out of the cockpit and to the center room before your tiny sleeping areas.

“What happened?” You asked as you saw Saw, who looked stressed. “Clones happened, The Bad Batch more specifically.” He huffed, and you raised an eyebrow as he gave you a brief explanation. “Ah okay, well they are right you know.” you stated, and he glared at you.

You raised your hands in surrender, but continued. “They’re only going to re-establish their ranks, if you want to end this empire, you gotta take out bigger ideas. Like infantry units, training centers. Communications centers and command stations.” You listed, crossing your arms over your armored chest. “Anyway, all I'm saying is that killing officers will only halt progress for a little while. Then you’ll have to do it again, and again and you’ll never stop fighting.” You finished, waving at them to rest up as you walked back into the cockpit.

Tech stared up at you as you entered, having removed his helmet again. “I heard what you said… Those were my brothers he was talking about.” Tech stated, and you hummed. “So you're a clone? you don’t look like a clone.” You stated, seeing him smile a little bit before explaining that he and his brothers were an experimental enhanced unit made during the clone wars. Their DNA was twisted, and they came out much different.

Tech had superior smarts, amongst other things, but his brain was information central according to his brothers.

“I see, well that's quite cool.” You started with a grin. “I guess that almost makes you Mandalorian.” You joked, and Tech chuckled for a moment. “Not really, however, I appreciate the sentiment.” he stated.

Soon you dropped from hyperspace, and dropped Saw and his mercenaries off at their destination. You topped up on rations and fuel, and did a bit of repairs with Tech’s help before taking off again.

“So, you have a home Tech?” You asked him, almost feeling… disappointed that he was going to be leaving so soon.

“Yes, Pabu is where i… reside with my brothers.” He answered, and you nodded, putting in the coordinates, only to feel Tech’s hand on yours, stopping you for a moment.

“I know we have only been acquainted for a few hours, but I have enjoyed conversing with you. And I would love to learn more about your culture, discover more than what is in the datapad.” He paused, pursing his lips before he looked at you again. “What I am trying to say is, you saved my life. And I would like to spend more time with you.” He breathed out, almost expecting the hard reality of no, or a disgusted look.

But instead you smiled warmly, nodding. “I would love that Tech, thank you.” You beamed, and finished setting the coordinates before entering hyperspace. “Here, you can use my transceiver to contact your brothers and let them know you're alive. Keep an eye on the controls while I go make us some food.” You stated, pointing to your transceiver before you walked away.

When you had come back you noticed Tech was still talking with his brothers, who were all talking over each other as they argued. When they saw you however, they went quiet. The one who looked and held himself as a leader spoke up.

“You saved our brother, and we are so grateful. If you weren't there we- well, he would have died. So thank you, burc’ya” The man spoke up, using a word in your native tongue which made you smile. “It was no problem, truly. Tech has been an amazing company, and a good friend in this short time.” You expressed, and the man nodded.

“That's good to hear. See you soon. And Tech? never do that again.” The man stated before the transmission ended. You chuckled, handing Tech a bowl of Tiingilar, a hearty Mandalorian dish which Tech devoured.

It was about a standard rotation’s worth of hyperspace travel before you reached the island of Pabu. Since you were across the galaxy after dropping off Gerrera. Tech told you where to land, where you already saw quite a large welcoming party.

You landed, opening the ramp as you and Tech stood up, both your helmets under your arms as you walked up together. However as Tech scanned the area, he realized that one was missing.

“Where is Omega?” He asked, and the leader, whom Tech had told you was Hunter, frowned. “We went back to Ord mantell- and Cid she- she betrayed us to the empire. They took Omega.” Hunter explained.

Tech balled his hands into fists as he stared at the ground, shoulders sagging when he felt the warmth of your hand through his armor.

“Then we find her.” You spoke up, determination lacing your voice. “I have some contacts spying within the empire, I can ask around, acting like a bounty hunter in case it gets traced. Not like it will- but still-” you rambled for a moment, before pausing.

“This Omega, she's obviously a very important foundling, yes?” You asked, and Hunter raised his eyebrow foundling?” He asked, and you huffed, readying to explain.

“Yes, a young being abandoned by its parents, raised by others.” You explained simply. Hunter nodded. “yeah… she’s our sister.” Hunter stated, and you nodded. “There! even more of a reason we should find her yea?” You asked, nodding to yourself. “I'll get on it then, is there somewhere more secure to have my ship in the meantime?” You asked, and Tech rubbed his chin.

“Yes, there is a cave entrance where you can park.” He stated, and Hunter gawked. “What? when did that exist?” Wrecker spoke up with a shout. Tech sighed. “I thought it was obvious.” He started, looking over at you with a smile. “Thank you, for helping us.” He stated, grasping your hand in his own.

You nodded. “Of course Tech, it’s the right thing to do.” You stated, nodding to him once more before you released his hand and entered the ship, taking off to park your ship in a more secluded location.

There you scrambled your signature again before reaching out to your imperial contacts. There really wasn’t much in the way of where Omega could have been taken, or why. But there was talk of something called M-count, and a name. Tantiss.

So for weeks you worked alongside Tech and his brothers, hunting, searching and gaining intel, almost getting killed quite a few times, especially by living vines. Now that was exhilarating.

But almost all intel you and The Bad Batch had gathered had been of no use, there was nothing about Tantiss, barely anything about Hemlock either, the man who took omega in the first place. You could tell the brothers were starting to give up hope, traveling back through hyperspace when the comm’s suddenly went off.

It was Omega, and she had sent coordinates to meet her on one of the moons of Ryloth. It could’ve been a trap, but with you and Tech there, the chances of living were a lot better.

So you went, and watched as Omega embraced Tech and Wrecker, so relieved that Tech was alright. Hunter walked up to you, and you nodded to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort, watching as he walked down before running to meet omega, hugging her tightly.

The reunion was heartfelt, but you could feel tensions rising when a second person stepped out from the imperial ship, a taller man, bald with piercing eyes. Omega argued that he had changed, that he had been betrayed by the empire, But Tech, Hunter and Wrecker were still very much on edge.

You walked down the ramp, ready to aid them if need be.

You stood behind Tech, looming behind him as you turned to look at Crosshair. Your helmet was on, but despite that it looked as if his eyes met yours. You saw the hurt, the guilt and regret in his eyes, and you removed your hand from where it was resting on your blaster.

“We need to leave, before the Empire shows up.” You stated, and walked back to the Marauder with Tech on your heels as his hand once again found yours. Hand holding has become a form of comfort between you and Tech these past weeks. And you found yourself feeling more for him than just friendship.

But now wasn’t the right time, and you both knew that.

But soon, Omega and Crosshair were back on Pabu, and the whole bad batch was reunited it seemed, as Echo was waiting on Pabu for them, for Crosshair’s information more specifically.

While they talked, you felt a tug on your poncho, which you had started wearing more recently after finding it in a Pabu stall.

You looked down, noticing the young girl, Omega, smiling at you. “So are you Tech’s boyfriend?” She asked, and you let out a choked sound, glancing over at Tech who seemed to have the same reaction.

You knelt down, removing your helmet as you stared at her. “No young one… but would I have your blessing if I wanted him to be?” You asked quietly, and she squealed in excitement. “Yes! of course!” Sh exclaimed, and you chuckled, looking over at Tech with a smile before standing up again.

So much more had happened after this, Omega was taken again, and everyone was devastated, including you, since you had grown to care for the young girl during the calm before the storm.

After Omega was taken, you had been relieved to have hidden your ship elsewhere, since the Marauder had been destroyed. You had to move some stuff around, but you had made the addition of four other people work, especially since you and Tech started sharing a room.

Getting Omega back was the only thing on all of your minds, but that didn’t stop the light touches, the hand holding. You didn’t complain when Tech would slip into your quarters after enjoying a meal with his brothers, and he would relax into your embrace before falling asleep.

Echo had joined up in your efforts when you had actually located Tantiss. You had left your ship at one of the clone rebels' bases, and piloted an imperial ship instead, in order to sneak into Tantiss. Omega was smart enough to break herself out, but during that time you and the other batchers, including Tech, had gotten separated.

You were with Echo and a new addition, Emerie, when you hid against a wall as clones and troopers walked by, and your eyes widened when you saw Crosshair, Wrecker and Tech’s unconscious bodies being carried away.

After that you fought like hell until everyone was safe. Even Hunter couldn’t deny that you were a ruthless warrior, even before you snapped you were incredible.

But Tantiss was destroyed at the end, The Bad Batch reunited, and you had decided to settle down on Pabu, your’s and Tech’s growing relationship finally able to blossom. You had taught the younger clones on the island all about Mandalorian traditions, and it felt like you had started your own clan on Pabu. Clan 99 you had joked.

But in reality these men had become your family. And Tech would stand beside you through it all.

“Ner cabur.” Tech whispered into your chest as you laid with him, you smiled, kissing the top of his head.

“Ner kar’ta, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

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[6rookie-writer0110]

I will let you haunt me

Bix Caleen x Male Reader

Warning; Some Smut.

Request - Bix Caleen x male!reader where y/n is Anakin's twin brother who is force sensitive and is just as powerful and skilled as Anakin before his brother became Darth Vader. He went into hiding, and utilizing force cloud to hide his light side force powers. He also trains everyday so when the time comes he will be ready to face his brother. He met Bix on Ferrix and works at her business pulling apart old tech scraps and selling the parts.

You have lived on a planet called Ferrix for a while now. You keep a low profile because you don't let anyone know, that your twin brother is Anakin Skywalker. You and Anakin don't have a good relationship as brothers, it's more that you are his enemy. You left home but he doesn't know where you are and he doesn't care about you.

Bix is in the garage taking part the old droid. You walked in but you didn't say anything to her, you just watched her work.

“You are a bad worker, Y/n” Bix said.

“I didn't do anything,” You said.

She turned around and you walked closer to her.

“Help me with the useless droids. I think I could sell it” Bix said.

“Okay, baby girl I will help you” You tased.

“Don’t call me that” Bix said.

She rolled her eyes at you. She won't admit that she likes it when you call her that. You smacked her ass then you helped take apart the old droids. You and Bix are friends with benefits, but she is starting to develop strong feelings for you. But you don't know because she hasn't told you about it or given you a hint of how she feels.

You and Bix managed to sell some old parts. She doesn't know that your brother is Anakin because you don't know how she will react. You just lied to her in the beginning saying that you don't have a family.

“Y/n, I managed to fix your armor,” Bix said.

“Really? I thought you couldn't because you didn't have the materials” You said.

“It's not a cute look how you doubt me, Y/n. I did get the beskar but it wasn't easy” Bix said.

“Thank you so much. I don't know what else to say besides thank you” You said.

You met Bix because she saved you. You were badly injured wearing the Mandalorian armor in the desert, then she took you to her home. Since then, you just stayed around.

Bix wrapped her arms around and you started to kiss her. You pull her closer and she starts to smile. You follow her to the bedroom, and then you and Bix start to undress each other. Then she lies on the bed and you get on top of her, and you start to kiss her neck. You start to kiss her body then you start to go lower, then she moans when you start to eat her out.

——

Bix was sleeping then she started to wake up. She noticed that you were not next to her she sat up then she heard something from outside. She starts to put on her clothes and she goes to the backyard and you are meditating.

“I can feel you watching me,” You said.

You haven't opened your eyes and you didn't move.

“How did you know? You didn't open your eyes and I didn't say anything” Bix said.

“When I meditate, I can hear everything even the smallest noises,” You said.

“Show off,” Bix said.

You just smirked. You meditate for a little longer then you go inside the house. Bix did make something to eat and you helped her finish heating the food.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You are outside training with your two white lightsabers. Your targets are old useless machines and you would train for hours. You stop for a moment after you cut a machine in half, and you are breathing hard. You start to hear some yelling in the shop, you run to the shop. A customer is yelling at Bix and you didn't like that.

“I'm not giving you back your money! You bought it days ago” Bix said.

“You better give back my money! You gave me a worthless droid!” He yelled.

“You should leave,” You said.

“No! I want my money back” He yelled.

He was going to hurt Bix, but you used the force choke on him.

“Leave before I change my mind,” You said.

You keep using the force choke then she told you to stop. You stop and the stranger is breathing hard, and then he runs away.

“Y/n, where did you learn that?” Bix asked.

You never told her that you have special abilities. There is a lot that you didn't tell her about yourself and you hate lying to her, but you don't want to get her into your problems.

“I have special abilities,” You said.

“Why you never told me?” Bix asked.

“I-I… I don't know” You said.

“I thought I knew you,” Bix said.

“I’m sorry, I'm really sorry,” You said.

“But thank you for dealing with him,” Bix said.

“You don't have to thank me, I will always protect you,” You said.

“What other abilities you can do?” Bix asked.

You start to tell her what you can do, and she is impressed.

——

Last night you and Bix had sex. You are still sleeping and she stares at you. Then she gently touches your cheek and you haven't opened your eyes yet. She leans in and kisses you on the lips, then she moves her hand away from your face.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You and Bix to the middle of the desert to find new items to sell. It didn't take long to find an abandoned spaceship. While walking towards the ship, you stepped on something. You and Bix hear a clicking sound and you don't move.

“Did you step on a landmine?” Bix asked.

“I think I did. If I move, we will both die” You said.

“Do you think it was the Tuskens?” Bix asked.

“I don't know, maybe. Bix, you should go” You said.

“Y/n,” Bix said.

“I don't want you to get hurt-” You said

“I love you!” Bix yelled.

Your eyes opened wider.

“What!?” You yelled.

“I love you, Y/n. I always wanted us to be more than friends. I can be myself around you and you don't judge me like other people do, because I grew up poor. I know this isn't the right time to confess how I feel but I -” Bix said.

“I feel the same way, baby girl. I just didn't know how to tell you and I never felt like this before. I thought I would never fall in love but you are different. Bix, I can't let you stay here. Go just go” You said.

“Y/n, I…” Bix said.

“Bix! Go, I got an idea and I don't want you to get hurt, go!” You said.

She gets on the space bike and you watch her get further away. You keep watching her and you start your plan. You have the ability to do force lightning, you aim your hands on the floor and you start to get ready.

Bix is far and she stops to watch what will happen to you. She saw a small explosion and she started to panic, then she went back to the spot.

“Y/n” Bix yelled.

When the smoke started to go away she saw you. She got off the space bike, then ran towards you and she hugged you. You hug her back and she is holding you tight

“I’m okay,” You said.

“I thought you got caught in the explosion,” Bix said.

“I managed to get away before the explosion got me. I'm okay, baby girl” You said.

“Stop calling me that,” Bix said and tried not to smile.

“That won't happen” You smirked.

She made the first move and kissed you on the lips. You start to kiss her back and she is still holding you tight.

—-

You and Bix left and went home. She noticed a scar on your arm because of the explosion. And she starts to clean the wound

“I can heal,” You said.

She watched your forearm heal.

“Wish I can do that,” Bix said.

You still haven't told her that your brother is Anakin.

“I saw a poster on the wall about Darth Vader. I don't trust him ruling the galaxy, anyone who works for him or anyone related to him, shouldn't be trusted” Bix said.

“Everyone has different opinions about him,” You said.

“I doubt that anyone likes him or his family,” Bix said.

You didn't say anything. She kissed you on the lips and you started to smile at her.

[fandomstars]

I know I sent a request not too long ago, so if you don’t want to answer that’s fine, but if not, could I request headcanons with the bad batch with a mandalorian reader who can’t take off their helmet? It can be platonic or romantic, whichever you’d like.

Sure! And thanks another request!

Mandalorion Reader x Bad Batch

(Hunter: Female Reader

Echo: Male Reader

Crosshair: Female Reader

Wrecker: Male Reader

Tech: Female Reader)

Hope it’s okay!

Hunter:

He always wants to be prepared for anything in battle, and the same is in life.

He could feel her unease whenever someone asks to take off her helmet. He asks Tech, and after getting some information, will glare at anyone if they try to ask again.

Not that she won’t ever take off her helmet. And he’s honored when he’s the first to see such a sight. Not that he hadn’t fallen in love before, but if anything he just gets more and more with such trust.

——-

Echo:

He knows practically everything knowledge wise. Especially Mandalorion.

Is in awe when he sees him without his helmet. Almost trips and does a double take.

Loves to do the forehead to forehead whenever.

——

Crosshair:

Didn’t really care at first. After all, he confessed and the two of you were good together.

It wasn’t till he nearly lost her that he feared not knowing her face if it happened again.

First look, he’s basically a love sick puppy, not that he’ll have his brothers hear.

——-

Wrecker:

Was confused at first, thought he had bad breath.

Later learns from Tech, and begins to intimidate anyone who tries to force him to take off his helmet.

Loves to give him helmet kisses.

——-

Tech:

Knew from the start of Mandalorion culture.

She happens to love this, and can’t help but fall more in love the more he asks for more stories of her culture and childhood.

Will do forehead kisses, sometimes without realizing, to the amusement of his brothers.

——

( Sorry it’s short, didn’t really know what to do with this one. Hope it’s okay.)

[againstacecilia]

I wish you'd write a fic where...

Either Din or Poe pretends to the readers fake boyfriend at a bar/crowded place. To get rid of unwanted attention, they swear. That's the only reason.

😉

Oh well twist my arm. 😍

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: T, I think, but the whole blog is 18+ NO EXCEPTIONS

Excerpt: "Without saying anything you leap into the thick of the rabble, knowing Mando would follow you. The last months of working together had built an understanding between the two of you. You move, he moves. He jumps, you follow. Like your favorite book, you knew exactly what was going to happen when Mando went out into the world and he could rely on that consistency from you as well, all without either of you having to utter a word."

Warnings: Canon typical violence, a grabby guy at a bar, some unspoken feelings, mentions of alcohol, just a hint of angst.

Summary: Hunting with Mando is a great time, but why do people keep trying to hide in bars?

A/N: This lil fic was requested by @creatively-analytical and is also 1000% dedicated to you, my love! I figured your birthday was as good a time as any to answer this! Here's a little protective!Din fic, dedicated to you. I'm SO HAPPY you exist and I'm so thankful our paths crossed. LOVEYOUSOMUCHHAPPYBIRTHDAY

Great. Another bar. After months of hunting with Mando, the hardest quarries always seemed to end up in some crowded, smelly place that had no business serving things to eat and drink. 

Overall, chasing quarries along the Outer Rim was great. Adventure around every turn, working as a team with your silent Mandalorian companion, hours by yourself to read on your holopad or learn about fighting from Mando, there was a lot to enjoy about the fact that no two days were alike. Until you had to walk into a seedy cantina and then the unknown loomed over you like the male figures that always seemed to surround you and try to swallow you up. 

You did just fine on your own, honestly, but it doesn’t mean you liked dealing with it in the first place. It usually ended with a fist into someone’s gut (mostly your first into their gut, luckily) but whenever you had to follow someone into the enclosed space you were counting the seconds until you could see the stars again. Tonight was one of those nights.

As always, Din leads the way through the beat-up cantina door and into the sea of bodies. You follow closely, noting each exit and window as you both scanned the room for your quarry. Mando usually spotted people first, being a head taller than everyone else and being able to use whatever tech aided him in that helmet of his, but this guy was different. He was sneaky, a pro at blending into whatever environment surrounded him. This was your speciality, though, the reason you and Mando had teamed up all those months ago, finding the slipperiest and sneakiest targets. Eyes narrowed against the glaring neon signs, you take a breath and tune out the music and hum of talking and laughter. You pass your gaze along the middle of the crowd when… There. 

Without saying anything you leap into the thick of the rabble, knowing Mando would follow you. The last months of working together had built an understanding between the two of you. You move, he moves. He jumps, you follow. Like your favorite book, you knew exactly what was going to happen when Mando went out into the world and he could rely on that consistency from you as well, all without either of you having to utter a word.

Slinking between writhing bodies you press deeper into the dancefloor. This was your own kind of dance, one you knew with your eyes closed. You could feel Mando behind you as you crept toward your target on silent feet. Within a heartbeat you were circling your hand around a thin bicep. Pressing your face close to your target’s, you whisper, “Gotcha.”

He turns to face you, eyes wide with shock and fear. To his credit, he doesn’t squirm or try to get himself out of your grasp; his head just falls in defeat as you pull him toward your partner. Mando snaps cuffs on thin wrists and the three of you head towards the door. 

The walk back is quiet, but a different quiet than you’re used to. Over your weeks together, you learned that Mando has a few different quiets: There’s the triumphant quiet after a daring catch, there’s the angry quiet after a quarry slips away, and every once in a while there’s a restless quiet on the Crest after traveling for too long. But this one… You couldn’t quite put your finger on what was different about this one. The way his gaze bares into the back of your head while you drag the bail jumper toward his carbonie nap makes you shiver, but not in a way you totally mind…

The ship is a half mile out of town, nestled in a clearing of the thickest forest you’ve ever seen, but the wildlife trails make getting in and out of your little hiding place easy enough. Mando pushes some buttons on his vambrace to open the ramp to the Crest and takes the quarry from you, leading him to the freezer. After a quick cloud, the machine finished freezing him and Mando loads him into the backlog. 

As he returns to the cargo bay, you open your mouth to ask him if he’s okay, but he speaks before you can.

“Want to go back?”

You blink, confused. “What?”

“We deserve a break, and that was the least dingy bar we’ve come across in a long time. Let’s get you a drink.”

Mando walks back down the ramp and back toward the treeline. Too stunned to argue, you follow, mostly out of curiosity. What has gotten into him?

If you were honest with yourself, the cantina wasn’t where you wanted to go to let loose. If there was an open-air market or a library you could spend hours getting lost in, those would be your first choices. But as night fell over the city you never bothered to get the name of, it became clear that the bar was the only place you’d get to sit down and not have to make your own food. You’d take it. 

A hand painted sign you hadn’t noticed the first time around hangs over the entrance: The Last Meteor. A more delicate name than the patrons inside suggested. As your eyes adjust to the lighting, you look with a different focus than a few hours ago. High-backed booths line the room, with high and low tables scattered around the interior. A dance floor takes a quarter of the floorspace next to the bar. You and Mando slide up to sit in stools at the bar and flag down a droid cleaning glasses. 

“My name is C-L1, how may I serve you this evening?” The mechanical voice asks, holding none of the warmth that seemed to sneak out of Mando’s modulator during long stints in hyperspace. 

“One Horstberry cider, please,” you respond, dropping credits on the bar, “And something to eat. Chef’s choice.” 

“And for you?” C-L1 asks Mando.

“Nothing, thank you.” he responds without looking at the droid. His attention was directed elsewhere, most likely keeping an eye on everyone around you, monitoring for any sign of danger. C-L1 dips their head and moves away to put in your food order and pour your cider. 

“So, Mando, what’s this all about?” you ask after your drink is set in front of you. You take a sip, savoring the tang and sweetness of something that didn’t come from a water recycling unit. 

“I told you,” he says, still not looking at you, “We deserve a break and time off the ship.”

You scoff, taking another drink. “Sure, you seem real relaxed and taking advantage of this break.”

The visor of his helmet slowly turns toward you, sending a shiver up your spine. Mando holds the stare for another moment before facing back to the crowd. There was your answer; this was your break. Something warmed a little in your chest with the knowledge, and you were sure it wasn’t anything to do with the cider. 

Your food comes, a huge sandwich piled high with meat and dripping with some sauce that runs down your fingers as soon as you pick it up. The mess is immediately pushed to the back of your mind as you bite in, relishing the tangy sauce and toasted bread. Rations were fine, obviously enough to survive on, but you missed real food. Your eyes close and a hum of contentment slips out of you. 

The little bubble suddenly pops as you hear Mando tell you to stay put before slipping off the stool and into the throng. You hate it when he leaves you like this, but you’re content for now to turn back to your sandwich and let him do whatever it is he’s off doing. 

“Hey honey,” A voice says to your right. A man plops into Mando’s empty seat and turns to face you. His legs crowd your space and he leans closer, a hand resting on your lower back, “I don’t recognize you. You new here?”

“You’d remember meeting me,” you respond lazily, finishing the first half of the sandwich. The other half you’d take back to the Crest for Mando to eat during his solitary meal. 

“I bet I would,” the man drawled, free hand reaching across your body to turn you toward him. “What’s your name?”

You pull the napkin from under your plate and dab it across your lips before dropping it on the plate. “Not the sharing type, unfortunately,” you say, gesturing for C-L1, “Have a good evening.”

You attempt to turn your seat back to face the bar, but the stranger has a strong grip on you. C-L1 comes by just as the stranger says, “I asked you for your name, little lady.”

You ignore him, instead asking the droid for a to-go container and thanking him for the delicious meal. “And I told you to have a good evening. It’s a rejection,” you say, putting the rest of the sandwich into the container and closing the lid. 

The stranger reaches up to grip your jaw in his hand, jerking your face to him. “You think you can just-” his words are cut off by the shadow looming over your shoulder. You recognize the presence immediately, just before a modulated voice says:

“Leave.”

A flash of fear lights the stranger’s eyes before the cocky mask is back and he scoffs. “Back off Mandalorian, I found her first.”

Rage heats your neck and face. Before you can say anything, though, a gloved hand reaches around you and fists into the stranger’s jacket. Stepping around you, Mando lifts the man off the seat and throws him to the ground. He scrambles to his feet, anger contorting his face. 

“What the hell, man? You the boyfriend or something?”

“Yeah, I am. She told you she isn’t the sharing type, and neither am I, so fuck off.”

The stranger blanches, fear finally setting in. He mumbles something along the lines of “I’m so sorry” before aiming for the door and stumbling into the night. The crowd that parted for him to leave merges again and the dull roar of the cantina comes back in full. 

“You alright?” Mando asks, reclaiming his seat next to you. 

You finish the rest of your cider before answering, letting the tension out of your shoulders and rubbing your jaw where a ghost of the stranger’s grip still lingers. “I’m fine. Thank you, by the way.”

He shrugs, brushing off your thanks. “Ready to head back?”

“Absolutely.” You slip off the stool and lead the way toward the door. 

Once out in the cool evening, you stop and stare at the stars in the inky sky. They center you, remind you that everything that just happened in The Last Meteor is so small compared to everything that’s out there. You close your eyes for a moment and just breathe, feeling the last of the night’s tension flow out of your body. Mando waits next to you and you can feel his gaze burning into you again. Your eyes open and find his visor, focusing right where you think his eyes would be before saying, “So. I’m your girlfriend?”

“I knew he wouldn’t leave you alone if he didn’t think you were already claimed by someone.” Mando replies matter-of-factly, visor never shifting from you.

“Claimed?” You ask, eyebrows lifting.

“You know what I mean. One of those guys who thinks he’s owed things by the world. Takes what he wants unless someone bests him at getting them first.”

“Well, I guess I’d rather be yours than be conquered by some random guy in a bar,” you quip, heading toward the Crest. You let the implication hang in the air, I’d rather be yours…

Mando doesn’t say anything for the walk back to the ship, back to your little shared home. You count the stars, memorizing the constellations of this area and sneaking glances over at your companion’s unfaltering visage. This quiet, this… Contemplative silence, it’s newly charged. Like those walls you both so carefully constructed are poised to fall...

Back on the Crest, you silently hand Mando the container with the other half of the sandwich before crawling into the makeshift cot you had insisted on setting up on your first day on board. You face the wall and cover up as you listen to Mando’s boots ascend the ladder to the cockpit, a curious feeling prickling at your chest as you close your eyes. 

- - - - - - - -

He sits in the pilot’s chair, lights off and helmet on the floor next to his feet, the to-go container open on his lap. The stars shining through the viewport of the ship provide the only light in the small cockpit. As he stares ahead, the events of the evening flash in his mind’s eye; snagging the quarry, going back to the cantina, stepping away for barely a minute, seeing the stranger’s hands all over you, throwing him to the ground… Suddenly, everything stops on an image of you: face tilted to the sky, eyes closed, a small smile lifting the corners of your mouth as you breathed in the night air. As surely as you took that breath, in that moment, you stole his right from his chest. He isn’t sure where any of it came from; the anger at the stranger or this protectiveness of you. He isn’t sure what’s changed from yesterday to today, but he wants to find out. He wants to know you, if by some miracle you want to know him too. 

For now, he’ll settle for watching the stars you love so much. 

[rowansparrow]

The Light Between Oceans: Chapter Three

**This series is rated 18+, Minors do NOT interact or you will be blocked**

Summary: As the last of the survivors make it back to camp, Fives, Athena, and the remaining rebels prepare to bury the dead.

Chapter Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic description, gore, injury, violence, burial traditions, mentions of character death, grief. 

Ships: Rex x Female!Reader, Fives x Male!OC, Fives x Female!OC

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: Are y’all doing okay after last week? 

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Rex stepped out from the ship and into the sunlight. Dawn had begun to climb over the village, bathing the ruins of the settlement in a cruel crimson as the rain stopped. The harsh light of day betrayed the bodies, the decay, the complete and total destruction of what had once been their home.

A healer had interrupted you and Rex, and he’d quickly scrubbed at his face and stepped aside so the healer could inspect you. Another had collected Calder from his arms, promising to alert Rex at once should anything come up.

Rex had to step away.

He’d exited the ship as gracefully as he could manage, avoiding eye contact with you. He needed a moment to mourn, not just for what had happened to his son, but for everything he’d lost. Howzer was dead. Ju’Lah had been taken. Gol’Chek may never walk again. He’d missed the birth of his son. He had no idea who else was dead. His child would never hear his voice.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to center himself. There was still much to be done. He needed to lead, needed to guide his people through the storm. They were counting on him. His family was counting on him.

Rex closed his eyes, silently thanking any gods listening for watching over his family. His wife was alive. His son was alive. There was still much to be grateful for.

He inhaled slowly, tasting the moisture in the air from the rainfall, and turned his head towards the sky, greeting the sunlight like an old friend. Dawn had come again, regardless of who lived and who died.

He started down the landing platform, heading back towards the triage zone. He spotted Wrecker among the survivors, Soteria treating a nasty blaster wound on his arm. He saw a Mandalorian carry Howzer’s body away.

“Where are they taking the bodies?” Rex asked.

“They’re burning them.” Wolffe said quietly. “We’d like to afford them all a proper burial, but there’s no time. We need to leave as soon as possible, before the Empire gets wind and sends reinforcements.”

He glanced to Rex. “They’ll do the remembrances, if you want to get a list of names of the dead.” He said gently. “We’ll do things properly, as much as we’re able.”

“Thank you.” Rex said quietly. Along the horizon, he saw a tall man approaching camp, carrying what appeared to be a body.

He started down the ramp, turning over his shoulder. “The little girl, Omega. Don’t let her come outside the ship.”

Wolffe nodded, and Rex jogged out towards Crosshair. “Is he dead?”

“Not yet.” Crosshair drawled, laying Hunter out on the nearest cot. “He was too close to one of the blasts. He’s lucky I saw him, or nobody would’ve been around to dig him out of the wreckage.”

“Kriff, he’s full of shrapnel.” Rex swore. “Medic! We need a medic!”

Soteria rushed over, along with Wrecker, Echo, and Tech. “What happened?” Echo demanded.

“Shrapnel.” Crosshair answered lazily. “I imagine he’s blown his eardrums out, too.”

“Glad to see you’re so concerned about it.” Wrecker bit back.

“Maybe he shouldn’t have been standing so close.”

“Enough.” Soteria barked, shoving her way through alongside a Mandalorian healer. “We’ll take care of this, everyone back up.”

“Where’s Omega?” Tech asked.

“She’s asleep on the ship, Wolffe’s keeping an eye out to make sure she doesn’t come out and see Hunter like this.” Rex replied.

“He’ll bleed out if we don’t act quickly.” Soteria said, already peeling off Hunter’s armor. “Everyone step back! Give us some room!”

Rex looked around as the rest of the batch continued to hover save for Crosshair, who took a few steps back at Soteria’s insistence. Several survivors had been brought up from the tunnels, a few families reuniting while others grieved.

“Captain,” Dogma jogged up to Rex, a backpack slung over his shoulder. “I’ve been gathering supplies, a few of the houses are still standing.” He gave Rex a look. “Yours is still mostly in one piece, if you want to go get any of your things, especially for the baby.”

Rex nodded. “Thank you, Dogma.” He glanced over his shoulder towards the ship, debating whether or not he should tell you where he was going, when something caught his eye.

Two more Mandalorians were approaching the triage zone, carrying the body of a large Nautolan between them.

“Oh, gods.” Rex whispered aloud. Echo heard Rex, and turned his head, following the Captain’s gaze.

“Oh no.”

Fives and Athena leaned against one another, stumbling back towards the ship. Fives had a smear of blood on his cheek, tear tracks streaked through the red.

“Fives,” Rex began, starting to reach for his brother. Fives ignored him, shuffling past him and following along behind the Mandalorians carrying Quill’s body. When they didn’t stop at the triage site, Fives snapped his head toward them.

“Hey. Where are you taking him?” Fives demanded, struggling to keep up with them. “Where are you taking him?!”

“We have a site where we’re disposing of the bodies.” One of the Mandalorians replied. “If you give us his name, we’ll -.”

“No. No he can’t be buried or burned.” Fives said sharply, shaking his head. “He has to go back into the water.”

“We’ve been instructed to take all bodies to the burn site.”

“I don’t give a fuck what your orders are.” Fives snarled, limping over to the Mandalorians. “He can’t be buried or burned. He has to go back to the water.”

“Fives,” Echo stepped in front of him, a hand on his chest as he tried to guide Fives backwards. “Let him go, brother.”

“No!” Fives shouted, shoving Echo hard enough to knock him down. “No! No, he can’t be burned or buried, his – his body has to go back to the water! He has to go back to the water!” Fives was nearly hysterical, grabbing Quill’s body and trying to pull him away from the Mandalorians. “He has to go back to the water!”

“Fives!” Rex tried next, but Fives elbowed him hard, shoving him away and still struggling to wrestle Quill free even as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“HE BELONGS IN THE WATER!” Fives wailed, sinking to his knees as the Mandalorians pulled Quill’s body away from him again. “Please!”

“There’s no time, all the bodies are to be burned.”

“Not this one.” Athena spoke up, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Leave him here, we’ll take care of him ourselves.”

Rex dropped to his knees beside Fives, pulling the other man into his arms as Fives sobbed. “It’s alright, it’s alright, we’ll take care of him.” Rex promised, trying to soothe him. “It’s alright, Fives. It’ll be alright.”

Would anything be alright? Rex couldn’t fathom the unimaginable grief Fives must’ve been going through; he didn’t want to imagine a world without his wife or child in it.

Fives caught his breath, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he gently pushed Rex away, struggling to get back to his feet. Rex shifted, helping Fives up but letting him go once he was standing, watching helplessly as Fives stumbled over to Quill’s body. He clung to the Nautolan, pressing his forehead against Quill’s even as he wept.

Echo stepped forward, laying his hand delicately on his twin’s back. “I’m so sorry, Fives.”

Fives shoved him back at once, fury written across his features as he spun on Echo. “You made me leave him.” He accused. “You left him behind, you left him to die!”

“We were trying to save you.” Echo kept his voice calm, his hands in the air. “We didn’t have a choice.”

“You should’ve gone back for him!” Fives screamed, advancing on Echo even as Rex stepped between them, holding him back. “You should have gone back for him!”

“Easy, easy, take it easy.” Rex soothed as Fives broke off into heaving sobs, his whole body shaking as Rex held him upright.

“What can I do?” Echo asked softly, looking between Rex and Fives.

Neither man answered, and Rex held Fives close, rubbing his back and looking at Quill’s unseeing black eyes behind him.

~

The Mandalorian healer had given you a strange salve. It wasn’t quite bacta, though the smell was similar, but whatever it was, it was working wonders on your body. Your pain had been reduced to a dull ache, and when you inspected your surgery site, the once ugly incision was already minimizing itself to scarring, the wound healing rapidly as though you’d been in a bacta bath for hours.

You managed to sit up with relative ease, carefully testing your balance as you stood, wrapping Rex’s cape around yourself once again. The Mandalorian had been kind enough to leave you a clean tunic and a comfortable pair of leggings for you to change into, and you hobbled over to the refresher to change.

You still wore Gol’Chek’s ring around your neck, and you rubbed your thumb over the smooth metal after you’d changed. Cautiously, you exited the refresher, making your way instead to Gol’Chek’s cot. The warrior was half-covered in a blanket, the healers finished working on him for now. He appeared to be sleeping, his eyes closed and head turned slightly to the side, one arm tossed over his stomach.

You didn’t want to startle him. “Gol’Chek.”

His eyes didn’t open, but he acknowledged you with the slightest incline of his head. You reached out, brushing your fingers gently over his cheek and up through his hair, smoothing the wild curls away from his face. Gol’Chek leaned into your touch, his eyes opening at last to take you in. Concern seeped into his expression, sensing immediately that something was different. “The baby?”

“He’s okay.” You promised, your heart swelling at Gol’Chek’s worry. “The healers have him. He’s okay.”

Gol’Chek relaxed, leaning his cheek into the palm of your hand. “Did you ever pick a name?”

“Calder Sho’cye.” You smiled. “Just like you suggested.”

Gol’Chek smiled, but the expression was short-lived. “Maul has Ju’Lah.”

You nodded. “I know.”

“My legs are gone.”

“I know.”

“How am I supposed to get her back if I can’t even stand?” His voice cracked slightly on the last word, and you shifted your touch instead to his hand, squeezing it tight.

“We’ll figure something out.” You promised. “And we’ll get Ju’Lah back too. We won’t give up on her.”

Gol’Chek nodded, his breathing slightly ragged as he looked down at himself, grimacing. “I guess I’m lucky.” He mumbled. “I was able to stop my healing. Or at least, slow it way down. The medics say the nerves in my legs may be salvageable for prosthetics.” He winced. “I can’t bring myself to look at my legs.” He admitted quietly. “Will you…?”

You nodded, letting Gol’Chek turn his head away as you lifted the blankets, carefully inspecting his injuries. The Mandalorians had bandaged the stumps of his legs, blood already staining the white of the bandages in some places.

“You need your bandages changed.” You murmured, looking around for a crate of supplies you could ransack.

“I’ll be alright for now.” Gol’Chek said, sighing softly and readjusting the blanket to cover himself better. “Should you be up and moving?”

“I’m fine.” You told him. A few seconds of silence stretched between you, and you studied the warrior’s face, watching as his eyes closed again, inhaling sharply.

“He took my daughter.”

“I know.” You whispered again. “We’re going to get her back.”

Behind you, a Mandalorian healer stepped back into the bunkroom. “Lady Sho’cye?” She called gently, summoning you to her. You stood at once, and Gol’Chek reopened his eyes, watching you.

“Your son has been placed in an incubation chamber with a medical droid watching over him.” The healer explained. “He is underdeveloped, and at greater risk of infection or illness due to his prematurity. We think it best that he remains there under close supervision until we can evacuate your people to Ataxia.”

“Ataxia?” You echoed.

“Our tribe fled there during the war. Our settlement is small, but our leaders have granted permission to bring your people there to recover.”

“Thank you.” You murmured. “Can – Can I see him?”

“He is in incubation.” The Mandalorian repeated. “It is best we leave him to recuperate. The medical droid is monitoring him closely.”

“Did you find anything else when you scanned him?”

The Mandalorian sounded grim. “The clone was correct on his initial assessment. The child’s hearing is irreparably damaged. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself and thanking her again. 

Gol’Chek looked up at you. “What’s wrong with the kid?” 

“He was early.” You explained. “There was a complication, and I had to deliver him. Tech and Soteria, they - they cut him out.” You looked down at your hands. “He’s deaf.” 

“He’s what?” Gol’Chek tilted his head to the side, disbelief written across his expression. “How?” 

“We don’t know.” You said softly. “Something must have happened to him either during the delivery or in the womb, but he’s - he can’t hear us at all, Gol’Chek. He can’t hear his parents’ voices. He can’t hear us tell him we love him.” You started to cry again, tears bubbling up in the corners of your eyes. 

“Hey,” Gol’Chek reached out to you, finding your hand and squeezing it tight. “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. I know it’s scary, but that’s - it’s not so bad.” He soothed. “We can figure it out. We’ll find a way to communicate with him.” 

You nodded, wiping quickly at your tears. “I know, and I know I should be grateful that he’s even alive, after everything we went through, but he -.” Your voice cracked again. “He can’t hear me. He’ll never, ever, get to hear me say I love him.” 

“There’s plenty of other ways to tell someone you love them.” Gol’Chek reminded you softly. “If anybody can figure out how to navigate this, it’s you and Rex.” He gave you a sad smile. “You’ll figure it out together. I know you will.” 

You sniffled, nodding again and trying to reign yourself in. “We’ll get Ju’Lah back too, Gol’Chek. I mean it.” 

“I know.” Gol’Chek nodded, pain washing over his face at the mention of his missing child. He squeezed your hand again. “I know.” 

~

Fives and Athena worked in silent tandem.

Even though Fives could barely stand, he worked with a quick, quiet efficiency, sniffing on occasion as silent tears rolled down his cheeks with every move he made.

The burial rituals of the Nautolans – or at least, the rituals that Fives and Athena had found on the Holonet – called for the entrails of the dead to be removed, and the body cavity filled with smooth stones blessed by the priests and priestesses of Nephto. The body was then sewn shut and wrapped in a special cloth that had been woven from the time of the Nautolan’s birth up to the day of their death, often adorned with designs or patterns based on status. Then, the body was brought to one of the great chasms across the oceans of Glee Anselm, and the body sank to the bottom of the darkness, releasing the living spirit into the sea.

Fives and Athena had begun by cleaning the body, wordlessly cleaning each of Quill’s wounds, stripping him of his bloodied clothes and washing away the dirt, blood, and grime that covered his form. Twice, Athena had turned away, vomiting into the nearby bushes and breaking off in a quiet sob as she composed herself before returning to the work.

Fives had remained stoic, and aside from the tears that betrayed him, he appeared unfazed as he cleaned his partner’s body, preparing it for the grave.

“We need to cut him open.”

“We can’t do that, Fives.” Athena said quietly. “I can’t do that.”

“We have to do this right.” Fives replied, his voice flat.

“How? We barely know what we’re doing, we had to look up how to handle his body on the damned Holonet.” 

“It’s not like burial traditions came up in conversation.” Fives replied, an icy edge to his voice. 

“We can’t get his body to Glee Anselm, Fives. We don’t have his burial cloth, or the stones, we don’t need to cut open his body. We have to compromise.” Athena gave him a sad look. “Do you really want to be the one to cut him open?”

“If I have to, I will.” Fives said quietly, pausing for a moment to wipe the blood from his hands. He fell silent for a beat, holding the damp rag and staring down at the ground. “He proposed to me.”

Athena looked back up at him. “What?”

“He proposed. The day before he left.” Fives said. “We were waiting to tell people until he came home. He was going to marry me. My riduur.”

Athena was silent. Nothing she could have said would have repaired what was broken before her.

“I have to do this right. Or as right as I can, at least.” Fives said quietly. “It’s… it’s the only thing I can do.”

“He wouldn’t want you doing this, Fives.” Athena tried again. “He wouldn’t want you hurting yourself like that. I’m begging you.”

She walked around the table, taking Fives’ hand in hers. “We can wrap him in cloth, we can get the cleanest, nicest sheets we can find, and we can fill the cloth with stones, so he still sinks to the bottom of the lake like you want.” She offered. “That way you don’t have to…”

Fives sighed softly, glancing back at Quill’s body before quickly looking away. “He has to go back to the water.”

“I know. And we’re doing that.” Athena promised. “Whatever it takes, we’ll get him back to the water, but please, Fives. Don’t let your last image of him be of… of this.” She touched his arm. “Let me finish. Why don’t you go to the lake and start gathering some stones? Pick whichever ones you’d like. Pile them up beside the lake, and when I’ve finished here, I’ll have someone bring him down to the lake so we can bury him properly.”

To her relief, Fives relented. “Alright.” 

She squeezed his arm gently, letting him go as he started to hobble down towards the lake. Echo had been lingering nearby, trying to avoid Fives’ ire but staying close to support him however he could.

“Where’s he going?” Echo asked.

“To the lake to begin gathering stones.” Athena said, looking up at Echo. “Go with him. He needs you.”

Echo hesitated, but reluctantly began to follow Fives, at first at a distance and then fell into step with him. He silently offered his shoulder for Fives to lean against as they walked, and Fives wordlessly accepted, letting Echo help carry his weight.

Fives started to speak. “About how I acted -.”

“I know.” Echo cut him off. “It’s okay.”

There were no other words between them – there was no need. It was in the way one twin clung to the other, the way Echo held Fives upright as they walked, that both men knew all was forgiven.

When they made it to the lake, Fives pulled away, shrugging off Quill’s jacket and shuffling towards the water.

“Your leg already seems to be doing better.” Echo offered. “Those Mando healers are something else. But maybe you should stay off it for a bit?”

Fives ignored him, wading into the water up to his waist and letting his hands hover over the glassy surface.

“Nephto.” Fives whispered aloud. “Guide my hands. Take them where they need to be.”

He reached below the surface, letting his fingers ghost over the rocks beneath his feet. He let his fingers drift until they stopped on their own, and he picked up the stones one by one, bringing them back to the edge of the water to Echo.

“Stack them over there.” He murmured, returning to the water to keep gathering stones.

“Do you want help?”

“No.” Fives replied. “This is something I need to do.”

Echo obeyed, picking up the rocks after Fives deposited them and neatly stacked them beside the little beach, watching as his brother returned to the water over and over again, offering a silent prayer each time he searched for stones.

On the final pass, Fives inhaled slowly. “Nephto, guide my hands.”

He dove below the water, fully submerging himself this time, and when he went to grab another rock, something caught his eye.

Farther away, deep below the surface at the bottom of the lake, something was jutting out of a little rock pile.

Fives frowned, popping his head above water and inhaling deeply before diving back down. He swam to the bottom of the lake, pulling the rocks aside. Someone had fashioned them into a little makeshift cave, and inside lay a trident.

Quill’s trident.

Fives took the weapon in hand, swimming back to the surface and gasping as he broke through.

“Fives?” Echo called, concern bleeding into his voice. He’d waded out into the water a few feet, reaching for him as Fives resurfaced. “What are you thinking? You’re still injured, you can’t go diving under the water like a -.”

He cut himself off when he saw what Fives was holding. The weapon was huge, clearly meant for someone bigger than Fives, and Echo already knew who it belonged to.

“Quill?”

Fives nodded, wading back out of the water. “It must’ve been his. I don’t know why he’d hide it at the bottom of the lake like this.”

“Maybe he wanted to leave that part of his past behind.” Echo murmured, taking the weapon from Fives and setting it aside. “We can bury him with it.”

“No. His people aren’t buried with their material possessions, they’re passed on, their legacy living on through the people who survive them.” Fives murmured, studying the trident.

Echo hesitated. “Maybe your home is still standing.” He offered. “We can look through the wreckage together, find other things that belonged to Quill for you to hold onto.”

Fives nodded, still focused on the trident. Hesitantly, he set it aside, leaning it against their pile of stones. He picked up Quill’s jacket again, studying the blood stained into the fabric, muddying the patches Quill had so carefully sewn on.

“Hang on.”

Fives returned to the water, carefully washing the jacket clean of the bloodstains, being mindful of the patchwork.

When he finished, he walked over to the trident, hanging the jacket off the top of the glorious weapon. Fives squeezed the sleeve.

“Okay.” He murmured. “I’m ready.”

Echo offered his shoulder once more, and Fives leaned against him again, letting his brother guide him away from the lake and back toward the village.

Back at the village, Athena stood over Quill’s body, wringing out the bloody rag for what felt like the hundredth time. Perhaps it was the hundredth time. Athena had touched her best friend’s blood so many times, she’d lost count. Over the years she’d known him, she’d patched many of his wounds. She’d stroked cool cloths across his forehead and cheeks when he fitted with fever, she’d stitched his wounds closed as he hissed under his breath, she’d treated burns, scrapes, bruises, and scars. In many ways, Athena had known Quill more intimately than she knew herself. 

She never wanted to know him like this. 

“Quill Cawthon.” She whispered aloud. “You fucking idiot.” 

Athena stroked his cheek gingerly, using her thumbs to gently close his eyes. “What’re we going to do now?” She asked him. 

Quill held no answers for her, and she found his hands instead, biting her lower lip as she began to weep. 

~

“Omega, wake up.”

The girl stirred as you shook her gently, rubbing her eyes tiredly and sitting up. “What is it?”

“The rest of Clone Force 99 is outside, I thought you might like to see them.” You murmured. “Hunter was injured.”

“Is he alright?” Omega asked urgently, sitting upright and scrambling to get off the cot.

“He’s going to be okay, he’s just in rough shape.” You soothed. “The second ship has arrived, and they’re loading him onto that one. I thought you may want to ride with the rest of your family.”

“Yes please.” Omega nodded.

“Mama?” Kiran mumbled, rubbing his eyes and yawning widely. “Where’s mama?”

“We’re gonna go see her, baby.” You promised, taking Kiran’s hand and guiding both children out of the ship.

You moved carefully, mindful of your still-healing injuries, and Wolffe stopped you before you could travel far beyond the ship.

“What’re you doing up and moving? You should be resting.”

“I’m fine,” You waved off his concerns. “These two need to get back to their families.”

Wolffe nodded. “We’re loading up the other survivors now, we’re departing once we’re sure we have everyone.”

“Hunter!”

Omega broke free from your grip, sprinting down the landing platform and rushing over to where Mandalorians were loading Hunter onto the other ship.

“He was caught in a blast.” Wrecker explained to the girl. “He’ll be okay though, the medics said so.”

“Can he hear me?” Omega asked worriedly, finding Hunter’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“He’s been fading in and out of consciousness. It’s probably best to let him rest.” Tech said.

“You can ride with us, kid.” Wrecker said. “We’re taking the Havoc Marauder while Hunter goes on this ship-.”

“No, no I want to stay with Hunter.” Omega interrupted. “Please.”

Echo looked up at Crosshair, the sniper’s arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the Mandalorian ship, chewing on a toothpick.

“Can she come with you?”

Crosshair scowled. “I’m not a babysitter.”

“You’re already going with Hunter, can’t she come along?” Echo frowned.

“I’m only going on this ship because I assumed I wouldn’t be invited on that one.” Crosshair hissed, jabbing his thumb towards the Marauder. “I’d prefer to not be left behind. Again.”

Echo put his hands up between Crosshair and the rest of the batch before a full-blown argument started. “Stop. None of that. What’s done is done, you’re here now.” He said. “Can she stay with you or not?”

Omega looked up at Crosshair hopefully, and the sniper scoffed under his breath, flicking his toothpick away.

“Fine.”

Omega sighed in relief, following the Mandalorians up the ramp as they loaded Hunter into the ship.

“Let’s find your Mama, Kiran.” You murmured, squeezing Kiran’s hand gently and leading him around the triage zone. As you started to look around, Kiran tugged on your sleeve.

“What’s wrong with Quill?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, and followed his gaze. Your stomach dropped.

Quill was lying on one of the triage tables, and Athena sat on a chair beside him, stitching one of his wounds closed with shaking hands. Even from a distance, you could see the way her body shook, tears streaking down her cheeks as she worked.

“Um,” Your voice cracked slightly, and you swallowed roughly, trying to steady yourself as you shifted positions to block Kiran’s view, crouching in front of him instead. You forced a smile. “You know what? Why don’t you wait here for just a second, and I’ll go get your Mama?”

“I wanna see Quill.” Kiran protested, trying to look past you. “I wanna see him.”

“In a minute, honey, let’s get you to your Mama first, I bet she was very worried about you.”

“No!” Kiran shouted, pushing you away and trying to run around you. “I wanna see Quill!”

You grabbed him quickly, holding him against your chest even as he started to scream and swing his arms. Athena heard the commotion and dropped what she was doing, racing over. “Kiran!”

The little boy halted his struggles just long enough for you to release him into Athena’s embrace, the other woman clinging tightly to the boy.

“Oh gods, you’re alright.” Athena sighed in relief, pulling back and cupping Kiran’s cheeks. “Are you hurt, baby?”

Kiran shook his head, hugging Athena tightly. “I wanna see Quill.” He mumbled into her shoulder.

Athena froze for a moment, slowly pulling back to look Kiran in the eye. “Kiran,” she began quietly, brushing a bit of hair from his eyes and cupping his cheeks again. “Honey, Quill’s… he’s-.” Tears had begun anew in her eyes, and you watched helplessly as she turned her head away, sniffling for a moment as she tried to compose herself. “He… He’s gone, sweetheart.”

Kiran frowned. “No he’s not. I see him.”

“No, honey, he’s gone. Remember your Mama, and your Daddy and your sisters?” Athena prompted gently. “Remember… remember what happened to them?”

“Did he get too many ouchies?” Kiran asked. “Like my real mama?”

Athena wept, nodding once. “Yeah, baby. He had too many ouchies.”

“Well…” Kiran frowned deeper. “Then we should fix him. We can make him all better.” He pulled away, rolling up his pantlegs to show Athena his legs. “The people fixed my ouchies, ‘member? They can fix Quill’s ouchies too.”

“It doesn’t work like that, Kiran.” Athena said softly. “He had too many. We couldn’t fix him.”

“But – but he’s right there!” Kiran protested, trying to look over Athena’s shoulder at Quill’s body. “He’s there! We can fix him!”

“We can’t, honey, I’m so sorry.”

“No!” Kiran shouted, tears beginning to streak down his chubby cheeks. “No! He’s okay! He’s right there! You gotta fix him!” He began to kick and scream, shoving at Athena as he struggled to get to Quill. “You gotta fix him!”

“Kiran.”

The boy stopped his tantrum, turning towards the voice. He shoved Athena away again, this time sprinting over to Fives, his little body colliding with the trooper’s chest as Fives knelt to catch him.

“You gotta make him all better.” Kiran wept, clinging to Fives. “You gotta.”

“I tried, buddy.” Fives whispered, hugging him tight. “I tried.”

You could do nothing but weep.

~

Rex picked through the wreckage of his home, careful to step around the debris. The house was miraculously still standing, though a large hole had been blown through the side from a nearby blast. Rex cautioned the stairs, inching up them carefully and filling a pack with what he could, prioritizing the supplies for Calder and you. Clothes, a blanket for Calder, anything he could find that he thought may be of use when starting over, Rex tried to pack it into his bag.

Once he’d gathered everything he could carry, he retreated down the stairs, preparing to head back to camp but stopping, looking further down the street. He hesitated, ultimately deciding to go for it, and walked down the street towards Gol’Chek and Ju’Lah’s house.

The little house had been nearly destroyed, reduced almost entirely to rubble. Rex was careful as he stepped through the chaos, nudging things aside and looking around. He found what remained of Ju’Lah’s room, her once beautifully painted walls destroyed in the bombing, her paints overturned and room reduced to debris.

He dug around in the rubble, looking for anything he could salvage. Her bow had been destroyed, the two ends of it barely clinging to one another against what had at one point been Ju’Lah’s dresser. He dug around where the bed had once been, pulling the ruined fabric of her blankets aside and withdrawing her little clone trooper doll. He brushed it off carefully, tucking it into the backpack alongside the rest of his supplies.

He slowly marched his way back to the triage zone, keeping an eye out for any other survivors as he went.

You pulled your gaze upwards as you heard Rex approaching, wiping the tears from your eyes as you hurried into his arms. Rex took in the rest of the scene, watching as Fives straightened up from where he’d been holding Kiran, taking the child into his arms and carrying him silently away from Quill’s body, towards the other end of the campsite.

“We went back to Quill’s home and salvaged some things.” Echo said, motioning to a similar backpack to the one Rex wore over his shoulder. “We also made preparations down at the lake. As soon as we can transport Quill’s body, we’re ready for the burial.”

“Give him a minute.” Athena murmured, nodding to where Fives went. The trooper had set Kiran down and was now crouching in front of him. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Fives was cupping the boy’s cheeks and wiping his tears with his thumbs.

“How’s Calder?” Rex asked you.

“Nothing new.” You reported quietly. “The Mandalorians agreed with Tech’s assessment.”

Rex nodded, resigned, and Athena turned to you.

“Calder?” She asked. “He’s here?”

You nodded. “He’s in the ship, in an incubation chamber. He was premature, but he’s alive and – and okay.”

Athena gave you a half-hearted smile. “Congratulations.”

You gave her a weak smile in return, your eyes drifting back to Quill’s body. “What’re we going to do about him?”

“Fives and I have prepared everything.” Athena said, inhaling slowly and centering herself. “Rex and Echo, we’ll need you to help carry him to the lake.”

“Of course.” Rex said. “Whatever you need.”

Fives and Kiran walked back to the group, Fives holding Kiran’s hand. “He’d like to say goodbye.” Fives told Athena. “Is that alright?”

Athena hesitated, glancing to Kiran. “Are you sure?” She asked the boy. “He doesn’t look like you remember, sweetheart. He – he was hurt a lot, and people look different when they die -.”

“I wanna see him.” Kiran interrupted. “I wanna say bye to Quill.”

Athena nodded, turning back to Quill’s body and ensuring the wounds were covered, leaving just his face exposed when Fives picked Kiran up again and brought him over. Athena had closed Quill’s eyes as she worked on his body, and Kiran peeked anxiously around Fives, clinging to the man as he peered down at Quill.

“He looks like he’s sleeping.” Kiran said quietly. He was quiet for a few minutes, sniffling to himself, before he lifted a tiny hand in a wave. “Bye, Quill.”

Fives turned his head away, hiding his face in Kiran’s back as he pulled the child away, setting him down again so he could return to Athena.

“It’s time.” Wolffe said quietly, stepping back up to the group. “We’ve loaded up the last of the survivors, and a few men have managed to salvage some of your ships and supplies, which we’ve added to our fleet.”

“What about the Cordillera?” You asked. “Gol’Chek’s ship?”

“I’ll fly it.” Fives said quietly. “I’ve done it once before. I can do it again.”

“Dispatch the rest of the ships.” Rex instructed Wolffe. “And send coordinates to my comm for where we’re headed. We’ll all follow behind you in the Cord and Marauder.” He hesitated. “Our son is still in the incubation chamber aboard your ship. Is there any way -.”

“I’ll have it moved to the Cordillera and will send a healer and medical droid along with it.” Wolffe promised at once. “Once we’ve done that, we’ll dismiss the ships.”

Rex nodded. “Thank you.”

“I’ll… give you a moment to finish here.” Wolffe said, and politely excused himself.

Rex turned to Echo. “Wrap him up.”

Together, Rex and Echo wrapped Quill’s body in sheets, carefully picking him up and walking him towards the lake while the others followed. You glanced to Fives, watching as he solemnly marched along, his head angled down and his hand still joined with Kiran’s.

When you arrived at the lake, Rex and Echo gently set Quill’s body down while Fives and Athena unwrapped him one last time, this time gathering the rocks from the pile Fives had made and carefully laying them along the insides of the sheets parallel to Quill’s body, stacking a few in a straight line down from his chest to his pelvis.

Fives carefully adjusted his tendrils so none were being crushed, and he stroked Quill’s face delicately, brushing his thumb over cold lips. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to Quill’s cheek, and then touching their foreheads together one final time.

“Akay vi urcir tug’yc.”  

He pulled away at last, and wrapped Quill’s body again.

It took Echo, Fives, Rex, and Athena together to lift Quill’s body and wade out into the water with it. You remained on shore, holding Kiran’s hand and watching as they walked out until they were nearly up to their chests. When they reached the drop-off where the water became deep, they stopped, slowly lowering Quill’s body into the water, and let it go. Fives remained, standing in the center of the semi-circle and watching as Quill sank, gazing into the black of the water until it swallowed him up for good.

Rex put a hand on his shoulder. “Come, brother.” He said quietly. “Let’s go.”

Fives nodded, at last pulling his gaze away from the water and trudging back to shore with the others. He paused, picking up Quill’s jacket once more and putting it back on, and drawing the trident into his grip. He held it firmly, and gazed back out towards the lake.

“Are you alright?” You asked him.

“No.” Fives replied quietly. “But I have to be.”

He turned and walked back towards the ships without another word.

*Akay vi urcir tug’yc.  - Until we meet again. 

~

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[and-claudia]

And-Claudia’s Rules for Requesting

Please read this post before sending in a request 🖤

Characters I write for:

*Characters marked with a 🔴 Means that I only do head cannons for that character

*if there is nothing beside the character that means that I can do either HCs or one shots for them

Star Wars:

The Mandalorian

Fives

Crosshair

Tech

Hunter 🔴

Wrecker 🔴

Echo (both before and post citadel, please specify) 🔴

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Darth Maul

Obi-Wan 🔴

Anakin 🔴

Harry Potter:

George Weasley

Draco 🔴

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Druig

Eddie Brock and Venom

Zemo 🔴

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Streamers:

Corpse Husband

Game of Thrones:

Oberyn

Theon

Jon Snow

Ramsay Bolton

Tyrion Lannister 🔴

Tormund 🔴

The Witcher: (I’ve only seen season one)

Geralt

Jaskier 🔴

Top Gun:

Rooster

Stranger Things:

Hopper

Steve

Jonathan 🔴

Billy

Eddie

Nancy 🔴

Robin 🔴

Poly Relationship pairings I will write:

Venom x Reader x Eddie

Steven x Reader x Marc

Steve x Reader x Eddie

Steve x Reader x Eddie x Billy 🔴

FAQs

What do I take requests for?

-Headcanons

-One shots/imagines

-all will be done in either a 3rd person style if the reader is not included in the story or in x reader style

What I will write:

-fluff

-angst

-general

-female reader

-gender natural reader

What will I NOT write?

-romantic relationships in which it’s character x reader x character, only exceptions are the he ones I have listed under “Poly Relationship Pairings”. I just struggle with these sometimes because the characters don’t mesh well in my writing style so I try to keep it to ones I know I can do well.

-Male reader, I never want to put out anything that is less than my best or that I am unhappy with and knowing that I struggle to write from a males perspective I unfortunately do not accept request for this

-smut, I am very new to writing smut, it is something I am growing on and I really have to be in the right headspace to write it

- heavy topics. A lot of my writing does include heavier topics, that being said I chose to write about them and I was always in the headspace to write them. These topics include things like death of family, sexual violence and harassment, self harm etc. a good rule of thumb is that if you think it may be a heavy topic probably do not request it, but you are always welcome to ask to make sure

- Multiple part requests, I do not take requests for multiple part works. This means that you cannot ask for your request to be multiple parts. However if I choose to I may do a second part to one shots.

What should you do when requesting?

-Please include if you’re wanting a head cannon or a short one shot about it

(A one shot will be written more like a Cohesive storyline, a head cannon will be more like bullet points and my thoughts on the topic chosen)

-Please be descriptive in what you are wanting,

For example:

“Anakin and comforting the reader”

Is very vague and can be difficult to fulfill because I want to make sure I am giving you what you want. So:

“Anakin comforting the reader after she’s had a nightmare about to Jedi trials”

Is much easier to fulfill

-if you are requesting anonymously and you want to help me out a little bit please consider using an emoji to mark your requests. It’ll just help me when writing I can put who it’s for by using your emoji

(I will list the emojis that have been claimed here)

If you have any questions please feel free to dm me either at @and-claudia or on my secondary account @and-claudias-world 🖤🖤

[koskareevesismyqueen]

Masterlist

💕 You can find links to all my one shots and multi chapter fics here.

💕 The ✨ emoji symbolises explicit smut fics aimed at over 18s only.

💕 I accept requests and prompts. Although I mainly write for the clones and mandalorians I'm open to any none OT characters, male or female, from a female or gender neutral reader/OC perspective. Just drop me an ask!

💕 If you want to be tagged let me know.

The Clone Wars

Kix providing medical comfort (gn!reader, jedi reader)

The Bad Batch

Tech's little comforts (gn!reader)

Wrecker, a medic and a Loth cat (gn!reader)

Soft Echo headcannons

Soft Wrecker headcannons

Perception (Crosshair X cisfem reader) ✨

Echo's girl (f!reader) Part I, optional I.i✨; II, optional II.i✨; III, optional III.i✨; IV, optional IV.i✨

Heart Attack (Imperial Crosshair X f!OC) I, II, III (coming soon)

Droid Tales (Wrecker X f!OC) I, II, III, IV, V (coming soon)

Republic Commando

Together at last (Etain x Darman) ✨

Koska Reeves

Boba Fett

Foundling

Din Djarin

Reunited at last (xafab!reader) ✨

Your Fantasy (x afab!sex worker reader)

A first encounter (Cody x afab!reader) ✨

A worthwhile fight (Din Djarin x afab!reader) ✨

[galactic-magick]

Star Wars Masterlist

* - female reader/pronouns

** - male reader/pronouns

*** - gender neutral reader/pronouns

Ships:

Reylo:

Finding You: AO3 Link

Huxma:

His Captain: AO3 Link

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X Readers:

The Bad Batch:

Wrecker:

***Tooka Dolls: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***Fixing Lula: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***Change is Good: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***”Why Can’t I Just Feel Normal Around You?”: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Tech:

***Interrupted Mission: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***Oblivious: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***Slipped Out: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Hunter:

***Imagine Hunter helping you relax and unwind...: Tumblr Link

***Slow Morning: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Echo:

***”Stop Laughing, I Keep Missing Your Lips!”: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***A Quiet Night with Echo Headcanons: Tumblr Link

The Mandalorian:

***Ti an ner runi: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***Can I Kiss You?: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

[yoitsjay]

Sparks of Freedom

Pairings: The Bad Batch (minus echo) x Male Mando reader

Summary: you had been exiled from your clan for just wanting to be free. But on Corellia you quickly found where and who you belonged with.

Warnings: cannon typical violence

Word count: 2,548

When the Mandalorian conflict first began, a lot of people were upset. Mandalore was always a different planet and it still is, however the new Dutchess sparked a lot of conflict. Many mandalorians wanted to embrace their old culture and fighting lifestyle, so many mandalorians left and built up their clans on other outer rim planets. Minus death watch which stayed close to Mandalore, plotting some revolution from what you last heard.

You were the son of your clan’s chief and leader, her only child and therefore heir to the Chief’s title. You however didn’t want the responsibility of leadership. You never did. Your father, before he died, always said you had a wild spirit, not one to be tamed by that of titles or romance. Your mother always tried to snuff that flame out of you… until you finally had enough.

“Enough of these petty arguments buir! Pick someone else to take leadership over this clan! There are many capable soldiers who would lead these people right! I would not. I’m reckless and all I want is to be free and travel where I want to! So I'm leaving and you can't kriffing stop me!” You shouted at your mother whilst gathering your weapons and civvy clothes into a large bag. You had a ship luckily enough for you, albeit a bit busted and in dire need of repairs…

Your mother let out a growl as she bawled her hands into fists, before taking a deep breath, turning her head away for a moment. “You know what? you're right. You wouldn’t make a good leader. So go ahead, leave. but don’t you dare show your face back here Y/n, you are exiled!” She shouted, storming away just as you turned to look at her, shock lacing your features.

You sucked in a deep breath before placing your helmet over your head. Your clans colors were elegant, black gold and purple details painted across your armor… but now you knew you couldn’t wear it…

you finished packing as quickly as you could manage, throwing your stuff in your bag before walking out of what was once your quarters. You could tell your fellow clan members- well they weren't your clan members anymore because of your stubborn mother… You could tell that the other Mandalorians were staring, having heard your argument and then your exile. Whispers could also be heard, but you just stared straight ahead, walking out to your ship.

You climbed inside, throwing your bag somewhere random as you went up to the cockpit, checking the important systems. You glanced out the window, staring down at your home. With another sigh you started to lift off, turning your ship so it was facing away as you flew it into the sky and up through the atmosphere.

You remembered when you were first learning how to fly, your father was with you in the co-pilot's seat, instructing you how to turn and speed up or slow down and make fighting maneuvers… You pressed a few buttons, priming your ship for hyper space after selecting some random planet off the holo map… well it wasnt that random, you knew this place was a good hub for trade and ship maintenance, and probably bounty work too, which you would have to begin doing…

You plotted a course for Corellia, a strong feeling in your gut that seemed to guide you there, and maybe it was for bounty work, or for good parts to fix your ship… or the people you’d meet. However, you tried not to dwell on the what if’s of your situation and you jumped into hyperspace. You leaned back into your seat, removing your helmet as you set it on the co-pilot's seat, hesitating for a moment before placing it down and standing up. Might as well do some repairs while you were waiting, you did have some time after all…

-

Urgent alarms blaring ripped you from your focus underneath a wiring panel and your ship shook violently as you were ripped from hyperspace. You quickly ran to the pilot's seat, grabbing the controls as you swerved to avoid an incoming republic freighter. You cursed under your breath, patching through your coms to the lead ship which was already flagging you. “Unidentified ship please slow your course or we will have to slow you ourselves.” One of the pilots said, and you huffed. “I'm trying my best here but my ship's controls just crashed on me, I can't stop my course, I'm gonna need an aided landing here.” You replied, sending your necessary codes to actually get onto the planet. After a few moments some more fighter ships flanked you, and started aiding you with the landing sequence as they guided you on world and to one of the larger space ports.

“We’ve got you shatter 1, prepare for a bumpy landing.” one of the pilots announced after receiving your codes and ship name. With their aid you successfully crash landed in one of the docking bays, one of your landing legs having snapped which caused half your ship to tilt to the side. But that was a worry for another time as the republic fighters commed you again. “get your ship fixed shatter 1, you need it.” The pilot teased before the transmition ended.

You let out a slight chuckle before gathering your things, slinging your rifle across your back as you fastened your helmet over your head, grabbing your credit pouch from your duffel bag, tying it to the front of your belt by your blaster and a couple knives you had as well. You made your way off your ship, taking a loot at the damage.

The engines in the back were smoking pretty hardcore, and you'd need to replace the hyper drive and many other necessary components. You shook your head, knowing how many credits that was going to cost you… you were better off buying a new ship.

One of the mechanics followed by their droids walked out and you sighed, turning to look at them as you gave them about 10,000 credits out of the 50,000 you had. “Fix what you can with that.” You muttered before walking past them and out of the port. You could see hundreds of people already, having just set one foot out of the spaceport. There were stalls and shops further in selling knockoff trinkets or genuine items, however none of this caught your eye.

You continued walking, keeping one hand firmly on your pouch of credits, keeping your items close so that no ruffian would dare steal or pickpocket you. As you continued on you heard many vendors shouting about what they sold, whether it was information, or food.

You kept your eyes and ears open, searching for anything that resembled a bounty hunter guild, or a bar that had bounty stations… Eventually your search led you to this one place, which was definitely a shit hole with sleezebags and drunkards hanging off the arms of poor women who just wanted to be left alone…

However, the minute you stepped foot in the bar it went silent, and all heads turned to you, staring at your armor especially. Seeing an armored Mandalorian outside of Mandalore was a rare thing, especially with the duchess preaching pacifism.

You walked forward, the sound of your boots mixed with the clanking of your metal armor filling the area as you reached the bartender. “I’m looking for a bounty stand.” You spoke simply, your helmet having deepened your voice, making it slightly crackly as well. But that alone seemed to intimidate the barkeep as he shakily pointed to a room with a curtain. You nodded and walked towards that room, poking your head inside to check for any surprises before walking in.

After successfully getting a bounty for here in Corellia you walked back out towards the bar area, putting the fob and the puck in a little satchel hanging from your right side. You walked to the bar, ordering a drink before walking to a more secluded table in the back, removing your helmet and setting it down on the table. You held your drink in your hands, swirling the liquid in the glass before taking a sip.

Everyone seemed to be back to whatever games they were playing, ignoring your presence now just as you ignored theirs. However, just as you stood up after your drink, you felt something snap from your belt. Looking down you realized a small twi’lek girl had snatched your coin purse. With not a second wasted you placed your helmet over your head as you gave chase. She was fast but your legs were longer and they carried you further.

You chased her down the street, watching as she made a sharp turn down an alley. You grunted, activating your jetpack as you flew into the alley, landing in front of her, grabbing her arms to stop. She struggled against your grip, however you unrelented, instead crouching in front of her as you snatched the coin bag from her hands. “Enough!” You exclaimed, seemingly startling her into stopping. “Here.” You muttered, taking out a few credits, enough for a few decent meals and maybe a new coat, placing it in her hands.

“We all need to survive, kid. but don't make a habit of stealing from Mandalorians, just ask.” You muttered, rubbing her shoulder before letting her go. She stared at you for a moment, glancing behind you before running off down the alley, meeting up with some of her friends as she showed the credits she got, all of them running off to buy food, probably.

You suddenly heard someone clearing their throat behind you as you stood up, you turned your head, seeing three burly men with their arms crossed over your chest. You sighed, putting the credit bag in your satchel, turning to face them fully. “So armored Mando’s are real then.. wonder how well they can actually fight, considering their dutchess is a coward.” One hissed, and you just hummed in response, “I agree.” You replied simply, taking one of them by surprise.

He quickly gathered himself however, pulling out a knife while the others readied their fists. You shook your head. “Look guys, I really dont wanna have to do this.” You stated, tilting your head ever so slightly, watching… waiting. “hand over your credits and we can leave you alone, but we have you outnumbered… and surrounded.” The leader said, and you turned your head and ducked just in time for a fist to come flying towards your head.

You quickly grabbed the arm of the one who tried to punch you, kneeing their cut as you threw them over your shoulder towards the leader. You tightened your hands into fists, raising them at chest level as another one of the goons came running towards you, the second one not far behind.

They tried to throw punches at the vulnerable spots in your armor before quickly switching to knives to make it more effective. However as they jabbed their knives at you you simply moved your body in a way where they would either hit your armor or they wouldn't hit you at all whilst you made a succession of quick punches. One of the goons swung for your helmet, to knock it off or to actually punch you, you didn't know. You just ducked, landing a swift punch to his gut before landing a hard punch to his jaw, hearing a crack whilst also rendering one of them unconscious.

You took care of the last goon quite quickly too, pushing his limp body on top of the others that you had already beaten, leaving the leader last. “Well? still want my credits?” You asked, however before he could charge, you heard the sound of a stun blaster hit the leader, and he quickly fell to the ground, and standing behind him was a group of four soldiers in interesting black and red armor, with a skull decorating each of their pauldrons.

“I could have handled him” You told the soldiers with a slight kid to your words as you took a step forward, watching as they removed their helmets. You could immediately tell that these men were clones, but not like any you've seen before. They had varying heights and different looks and attributes to them, but each one of them had a part that tied them to the clone hood, and that you picked up on quite quickly.

You stepped out of the alleyway, removing your helmet now as you stood face to face with the group of four, seeing their curious looks. “Oh we saw! you're good.” One of them spoke up, the biggest of the four and also the happiest it seemed, as he was the only one grinning. You then looked down slightly at the man who stood in front of you and in front of the other three clones, and he extended his hand for you to shake.

“Im Hunter, we were making a supply run when we bumped into a young girl, she told us that a Mandalorian gave her credits, but she had to run because the corellian thugs had showed up, so we headed over to see if you needed to help… But it seemed like you had it covered.” the one called Hunter stated, and you shook his hand firmly.

“Yeah they were nothing compared to what I've trained with, but I appreciate you taking care of the last one for me, save the bruised knuckles.” You joked, letting your hand fall to your side. “The names Y/n, I just got here actually, my ship’s having some troubles and I had to make an emergency landing in one of the larger hangars, so I'm just trying to make some credits to either get a new ship, or get it fixed.” You explained, and Hunter nodded, humming as well.

He turned to his brothers for a moment, whispering to them before nodding. “Well maybe we can help you with that. If you don't mind taking some republic work, we could take you on our ship for a bit, and you could help us with some missions. We could definitely use your particular skill set.” Hunter explained, and you hummed, staring at them all before you shrugged. “Why not?”

And that was the day you met your real family, your clan. You ended up becoming a permanent member of the Bad Batch, despite you not being a clone, however the republic and whoever was in charge of overseeing the clone battalions had agreed that adding a skilled warrior to an already skilled and unorthodox group just might be what they needed to help turn the tides.

That day was the day you had taken a paint stipper to your armor, seeing the beautiful shine of the beskar, only to take black and red paint and cover it up all over again, matching the theme of the bad batch. You took aspects of each of the members designs, but the prominent thing was the skull that rested on your right shoulder pauldron.

These men became your family… and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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i’m gonna make a tech x male mando reader (and probally the same thing for all of the batch), but how would yall want the mandolorian culture to effect the reader?

no helmet removal at all will probally have more angst, where as ‘free to go’ closes a certain window, but the mixture allows for angst AND bond building and admitting feelings

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Just curious, well you make a masterlist one day ?

Sure!

Fandomstar’s Masterlist

Writing Preferences: HERE

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Pokémon:

Drew x Reader

Friends react to Ash’s championship win

Anime character in Pokémon werewolf form

Werewolf form Clemont (basically a oneshot of headcanon above)

Team Rocket Jessie x Reader

Ash Ketchum x Gender Neutral Reader

Ash’s Greninja Sick Day

A Mallow centric Oneshot

Ash x Gou Headcanons

Ash’s Lucario Headcanons

Star Wars:

Tech x Social Awkward Male Reader

Mandalorian (Both Male & Female) Reader x Bad Batch

Kid Proposal to Bad Batch

Trip and Fall [ Bad Batch x Male Reader ]

Clones and their Pokémon

Reader texting the Bad Batch

Bad Batch x Male Reader (Insecure about body)

Bad Batch x Service Dog User Reader

Bad Batch x Male Jedi

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

Bad Batch x Male Cathar Reader

Other:

Poppy the Witch (Trolls Dreamworks)

Training with Mikey (TMNT 2012)

The Universe Circus (Steven Universe Circus AU)

Jungle Adventure (Loud House)

Inner beast (Loud House)

Inner beast 2 (Loud House)

Inner beast 3 (Loud House)

Inner beast 4 (Loud House)

Halloween of Loud (Loud House)

Player Two (Loud House)

Valt Aoi x Male Reader (Beyblade Burst)

Clown School (Follow up of SU Circus AU)

Random Loud House Headcanons

Loud House Superpowers

Loud House Pokémon

Fairly Odd Parents Pokémon

Hybrid Animals (Loud House)

Lapis fusing with Everyone (Steven Universe)

Valt Aoi x GN Reader (Beyblade Burst)

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My OCs:

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

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

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

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

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Bonus: Just for a laugh

Bonus 2: Writing Tips

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In Progress Works

One-Shots

Tech x platonic male reader exploring through the woods

Flights

(By 'flights,' I mean things that aren't exactly a series- so they'd include time jumps, small mini-trops, a few spin-off AU's, ect. But since they're more than just a 'one-shot,' and less than series, they're a flight! Get it? Like, cause three-five shots on a little board in called a flight with alcohol? I love puns.)

The Bad Batch x male Mandalorian reader (Tech is already out.) All will be romantic and involve reader getting injured, except for Omega- both adult and child. She'll obviously be platonic.

Tech x platonic male reader (set on pabu)

New Series

TBB x Gender neutral night-fury shape-shifter reader (platonic)

Part Twos, Threes, Etc.

TBB x Male Padawan reader part 3 (platonic)

TBB + Phee x platonic male thief Imp (Helluva Boss type) reader part 2