#the bad batch crosshair x Sith!reader

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hihi~

Congrats on your followers! It's super and you deserve every single one of them!!

For my quote, I'd like to offer, "The victor shall write the tale, and the vanquished become its villain." For Fives or Crosshair with a Sith reader?

But only if you want!

❤️ - @vodika-vibes

@vodika-vibes thank you sooooo much for your request! This was different for me to write, I hardly write any Sith stuff, so I had to ask for some help from the lovely @firstofficerwiggles

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Love oo

What You Deserve

Warnings: Torture, blood, discussions of corpse, death, Sith!reader, implied Imperial!Cross, greed, possession, desire, implied desires, mention of hunting Jedi and sympathizers, I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.

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Crosshair leaned against the wall as he watched you worked, it wasn’t that he particularly liked watching you torture a Jedi sympathizer to find information; but there was something about the way your eyes glowed orange when you really got into your work. 

Maybe there was something wrong with him as Wrecker used to tease; otherwise, how could he have feelings for someone who was by all rights … evil.

He waited till you were completely done, before moving away from the wall, walking over to you. He gently passed you a towel to wipe away the sweat and blood that accidentally gotten on your beautiful face and neck from your torture. He watched as yours were no longer glowing, and returned to their normal colour, it didn’t really matter to him what colour they were, either way they were perfect.

“So did you actually find anything out?”

You huffed as you wiped your hands and your face in annoyance at the brutality you had to resort to, “There’s definitely an underground passageway. A hub of sorts, where they’re using transports to smuggle away Jedis and Jedi sympathizers.” 

You let out a sigh, tossing the towel against the face of the now dead rebel. It hung over his head, his once recognizable face now completely beyond recognition along with his tortured body. It was a gruesome business, but that is what you were made to be.

“On the planet we found him?” Cross pointed to the corpse strapped to the table. 

“Could be or that was just a way station. There is more to figure out.”

You motioned with your hand to the droids, turning them on as you both left, to get rid of the corpse that now lay mutilated ruining your beautiful table.

Crosshair simply nodded and followed after you out of the room, he was glad to leave the torture chamber there was always a heavy atmosphere making it difficult to breathe. “Can I ask you something?” He walked by your side as you both headed to the hangar bay.

“What is it, Crosshair?”

There weren’t many people you felt comfortable around, partially due to the fact you were a Sith, partly because you just didn’t like people, but mostly because you enjoyed being alone. At least when you were alone, you didn’t have to worry about sensing other people’s emotions or having to wait for the moment they decided to betray you. 

However, with Crosshair you never had those fears, there was just a steady calming presence, it was as though he knew who he was without question. 

Truthfully, you weren’t blind to see how he felt about you, and it’d been a long time since anyone showed interest in you, but what surprised you the most was the fact you felt the same. You enjoyed your conversations with him, enjoyed having him around, even enjoyed watching him chew on his toothpick.

You smirked, as you waited for Crosshair to ask you his question.

“Do you enjoy being a Sith?”

You froze in your step as you looked at him, “What?”

“Well it seems everyone views Siths as evil beings, just wondering if it bothers you.”

You hummed as you listened to his statement, he wasn’t wrong, everyone did view Siths as persona non grata, “You know history is never kind to the loser.”

Crosshair tilted his head as he looked at you, “What do you mean?”

"The victor shall write the tale, and the vanquished become its villain. If Siths wrote the history books, Jedis would be the villains and Siths the heroes.”

He smirked as he nodded, he remembered Tech saying something similar back on Kamino, history should never be just from one side, to get a true perspective, you’d need to look at both sides of the coin, and everyone who was affected by the situation. 

“Maybe you should write your own book then.”

“Maybe I will.”

Although both of you walked in silence, if anyone looked closely, they’d be able to see a slight smile in the corner of both your lips.

- - - - - - - - - - - 

Crosshair reviewed the coordinates for the jump to hyperspace before punching it in, as his hand hovered over the hyperspace button. 

You looked over at him, wondering if you were doing the right thing, you may have been born a Sith, but that didn’t necessarily mean this was the life you had wished for. Sometimes in the quiet of the night, when no one else was around, all you could think about was running away with Crosshair, living a peaceful life, somewhere no one would find you … you shook your head. That was a fantasy. 

You’d done too much in this life to ever truly be free. You of all people didn’t deserve peace, or happiness. 

He shifted, turning his head to look at you, a look on his face that said more to you than anyone else would have been able to detect. You could see the sparkle his eyes shined when he looked at you, the way the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly, the way his breathing slowed down as though he tried to capture the moments that were just the two of you. 

The more you looked at him the more you realized you didn’t care if it was something you deserved, you wanted to feel joy. To feel passion. To feel power. To feel possession. 

In all honesty, you wanted him all to yourself, and that more than anything else sent a jolt of desire through you. Whether he would be happy being yours or not, didn’t matter. Because all that mattered was that you wanted him. 

An overwhelming surge of want and desire ran through you, it drowned everything else. Your eyes focused on his lips, watching as they slowly moved, the toothpick in his mouth barely hanging on for dear life and yet he was able to keep it safe, with just the tiniest movement of his tongue. Your eyes bore into the pink flesh wondering so many thoughts you would never dare to utter. 

Everything you experienced in that moment had felt as though a thousand years had passed, when you heard Crosshair call your name.

“Hmmm, sorry… what did you say?”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, “Are you okay? You looked sad and confused for a second. Everything okay?” Before you even realized, he reached across and held your hand, the warmth from his hand only confirming what you had felt only seconds before. You needed him. No. You wanted him. To keep him all to yourself. 

“Yeah.” You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I just sensed a disturbance, and got sidetracked. We should go.”

He nodded and ignited the hyperspace tunnel. 

You leaned back in your chair watching him, realizing more than anything else, you were greedy to possess the man sitting beside you. 

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[sailorkamino]

your pet name {bad batch}

relationships: gn reader x bad batch

a/n: i tried to make this gender neutral. which name is ur favorite? his pet name can be read here

crosshair

• "don't start something you can't finish, doll."

• the first time cross calls you doll it's in a mocking tone. instead of snapping back you flash a pretty smile and call him something sweet in return. his heart stutters, ears turning warm. once the shock wares off he's pissed. you think you can fluster him and get away with it? not a chance in siths hell. (crosshair is the type to think you flirting = mind games and i stand by that.)

echo

• "stars, you're an angel"

• the only medics allowed near echo are tech and kix, even with them he's reluctant to ask for help but you can tell when he's in pain. one trek in hyperspace the cold is really making him ache. you bust out some prosthetic cream you purchased and offer a massage. he's excited because your hands on his body is a dream come true but he's also wracked with nerves and insecurities. yet the second you rub his sore shoulders he loses all filters.

hunter

• "hey sweetheart, can i borrow your body spray? i want my blacks to smell like you."

• you quickly realize that strong scents, even good ones, give hunter headaches so you go on the hunt (hehe) for something subtle but sweet. one day you try a woodsy, fruity body spray and hunter is attached to you like a leech, flirting that it's 'sweet like you.' he's literally a golden retriever boyfriend... meaning he wants your scent on all his belongings cuz it reminds him of you. also he can literally hear your heart beat so,

tech

• "can you hand me the spanner? thank you, starlight"

• tech is unflinchingly honest. it usually gets him in trouble but once in a while it works in his favor. one day you're sitting in the cockpit together, you're telling him about your latest interest, when he blurts out that you look beautiful in the starlight. his first reaction is to apologize for interrupting you because he genuinely does care what you have to say but then you're kissing him and nothing else matters.

wrecker

• "you're too cute to be scary, little tooka."

• the first time wrecker compares you to a tooka you're sleepily nuzzling into his chest. the next time you're pouncing on him playfully. he doesn't even stumble, wrangling you in his arms with boisterous laughter. doesn't matter how tall, big, or otherwise intimidating you are, to wrecker you're his baby. (cue the strong must protect the sweet gif)

[yoitsjay]

Two Sides

Pairings: crosshair x inquisitor gn reader

Summary: swayed to the path of the dark during the fall of the jedi, you feel isolated and alone. But you find yourself stationed on an Ice planet, as is your old fling crosshair. And after rekindling what you lost, you both find your light again.

Warnings: cannon violence, bit of angst

After the fall of the jedi, a new batch of force sensitives were hunted, children to be used for experiments, or to be trained to become sith filled with hate… You were filled with hate after your friends and family were slaughtered in front of your eyes on coruscant. You were only supposed to be there for a general's meeting to discuss the end of the war… But after the clones turned on you, you remembered slaughtering thousands of clones, rage all but consuming you.

They had killed your padawan, who was just a child thrust into this war that they didn’t deserve to be apart of… And then you ran into anakin, but he had blood on his robes just as you had blood on yours. He saw something in your eyes, and instead of attacking you he extended his hand to you.

“Join me”

he said, telling you how in this new empire you could feel free to be you, and embrace the anger you’ve suppressed for years. And you did just that, turning your back on the jedi, following anakin as he slaughtered the rest of the jedi on coruscant.

You split up after that but when Vader showed up at one of the planets you were hiding on, you knew it was time to embrace the hate, and the anger… and that made you one of the first inquisitors under Darth Vader's watch.

Currently you were stationed on an imperial base located on a snowy tundra, having command of your own little batch of clones which you already despised, you were tasked in aiding the imps with guarding a supply drop, amongst other things like protecting the delicate work inside.

You had your helmet fastened over your head, lightsaber resting on the clip you had on your back armor plate, easy to reach just in case anything were to happen. You were just staring forward, that was until you heard an interesting voice commanding some stormtroopers, more like arguing.

You turned your head in the direction of the arguing, spotting a taller man, taller than you, however he had an interesting familiarity about him… until you realized that this man who was arguing with storm troopers was the same man you had an… interesting night with quite a few years ago.

You started walking forward, your looming and otherwize terrifying masked appearance making the storm troopers straighten up right away. “Crosshair?” you called out, your sweet dulcet- yet crackly modified voice escaping through your helmet, catching the tall man’s ears. He quickly turned around to face you just as you removed your helmet, shaking your hair out of the loose braid that you had it in, offering him a gentle smile. You could still be kind at times… especially when it came to this man.

“Y/n… wow it's been…” Crosshair trailed off as you nodded, gripping your helmet in your hands as you looked at the troopers. “You three, you're excused. find duties elsewhere.” You ordered, your tone suddenly shifting to a harsher one, watching as the troopers sped off. You turned to crosshair again, seeing the spark in his eyes and the slight smirk on his lips.

“I think you’ve earned a break, hm? Come, we have much to discuss…”

That day was one that led to many others, despite you both working for the empire your conversations lead to a spark igniting in your core, the kind of spark that would lead back into the darkest of places. and it seemed to be doing the same for crosshair as well, as after a mission went awry where he was extremely injured, he ended up killing his commanding officer in response.

After that he got arrested before you could do anything, but you fled the empire after that and you began searching for any leads… which is when you found the bad batch again… and after confessing to all you’ve done, they still took you in.

It took some work, but all that hate and anger you kept holed up in your heart you released, and your kyber crystal faded to white as you reconstructed your weapon, your tool.

Your priority was saving crosshair… and then omega when she got taken too. But after months of searching and nothing coming up you started losing hope of ever finding the man you… you loved.

funny how the universe worked though, because after receiving coordinates from Omega and actually going to see her, you saw Crosshair again for the first time in months since he killed that officer. You ran to him, practically jumping into his arms as you kissed him, and it took a minute but he reciprocated, tightening his arms around you tightly as he did so.

You realized that the light side was never the jedi, and the power that came with them, but the attachments in friends and family, the bond that was created. and as long as you knew how to deal with the anger and pain of losing someone, you wouldn’t stray from the light again… Not with Crosshair by your side.

[moomoog017]

✦ All my Star Wars writings organized!

✦ Key:

🩷 - short oneshot (under 5k wc)

🧡 - Long oneshot (5k or up wc)

💚 - Part of a series

🩵 - Headcannons

💜 - Prompts

⌗ 104th:

Wolffe

🩷Just a Skim - Wolffe x GN!Reader || Fluff, a bit suggestive

🩵General Headcannons - Wolffe x GN!Reader || Fluff, suggestive

⌗ 501st:

Rex

🩷Blue doesn't always have to mean sadness - Rex x GN!Reader || angst, fluff, can be platonic or romantic, comfort

Fives

?

Fox

?

Kix

?

Jesse

?

Tup

?

⌗ 212th:

Cody

?

Gregor

?

Waxer

?

⌗ Jedis:

Plo Koon

?

⌗ Sith:

Darth Maul

🩵In Another Life - Darth Maul x GN!Reader || Angst

⌗ The Entire Batch:

💚The Brothers - Royal Bad Batch x Maid FEM!Reader || Fluff, spicy (SERIES MASTERLIST)

⌗ Hunter:

?

⌗ Tech:

🩵Admire - Tech x GN!Reader || Fluff, platonic or romantic

⌗ Wrecker:

?

⌗ Crosshair:

?

⌗ Echo:

{WIP} Not so Different - Echo x Fem!Reader || ?

⌗ Mayday:

?

⌗ Boba Fett:

🩷More Than Credits - Boba Fett x GN!Reader || SMUT, FILTH

⌗ General Grievous:

?

⌗ Arian Garali:

Character sheet ➳

⌗ Commander Sparks:

Character sheet ➳

[totesnothere04]

Deviant With a Big Defect: Pt.5

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

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

Warnings: None IMO.

Part 4

Not Ready

"You have everything right?" Tech asked as you approached the hangar.

"Yes, Tech I have everything. Both my blasters, both of my knives, my tools, my datapad, and extra blacks." You said slightly annoyed.

"I just want to make sure. We don't know how long you'll be gone this time." Tech said. You look behind him at Wrecker who was trying his hardest to hold in his tears. The moment you stepped into the hangar you turned to Wrecker, and opened your arms for a hug.

"Come here, big guy." You say and he picks you up in a hug.

"Why don't we just take you back to the bunk, and say that you went?" Wrecker asks and you shake your head.

"I don't want to be court marshaled for deserting." You tell him and he sniffles and then puts you down. You turn to Hunter and he pulls you into a hug as well.

"Be careful out there, and for the love of the maker... Don't engage another Sith." Hunter says and you chuckle.

"No promises." You say and he deadpans as he looks at you. "I don't regret my actions, because two Generals are alive thanks to me." You turn to Crosshair who casts a quick glance around the hangar to see if anyone's looking. When he's satisfied that no one is looking he gives you a quick hug.

"I'll see you when you get back... Whether you're conscious or not." Crosshair says and you smile lightly at him.

"I'll see you when I get back Crossie." You say then smirk at him and he sends you a small glare. You stare at him for a second then finally work up the courage to look at Tech. The moment your eyes meet you both allow tears to streak down your cheeks. You both grip onto eachother and hold on tight. You bury your head in the nape of his neck, and he does the same to you.

"Please don't come back close to death again. Be safe, be careful." Tech whispers and you nod.

"I'll try Tech. But if it's between my life and my Generals you know the option I'll pick." You whisper and he nods.

"I know, but... You mean a lot to all of us, and I can't stand losing you." Tech said and released you from the hug.

"I know, but we know the risks as soldiers. I promise I'll try my hardest though." You say and turn to the ship. "Make sure you and the boys pass your exams, and I'll be back before you know it."

"I will." Tech said as he retreated to Hunters' side. You boarded the ship and turned to look out of the hatch as it started to close. The boys waved and you waved back. When the hatch closed you made your way deeper into the ship and found your escort.

"C-captain." You heard the familiar stutter and you smiled.

"James? I thought you were a pilot. How did you end up as my escort?" You asked him and he removed his helmet.

"I v-volunteered." He said happily. "P-plus whe-n I h-heard about y-your in-jury I've b-been w-worried."

"I'm okay. I promise." You say and he nods.

"You're a l-legend in th-the 212th n-now." James said and you smiled widely at him.

"You're stuttering less than you used to. I think a new name did wonders for you, James." You said and he nodded. "But I'm just like every other clone. I'm nothing special." You said and he rolled his eyes.

"Th-at's a lie C-captain." He said and you chuckled.

"Why is that?" You asked.

"B-because y-you're a girl and y-you l-lived." James said and you shook your head.

"That doesn't make me special." You told him and the ship jolted forward a bit. You hadn't even felt the ship jump into hyperspace so dropping out of it was sudden. "So where are we?"

"Christophsis." James informs you and you smirk.

"No stutter that time." You said and he chuckled. The ship shook a bit as it landed and you made your way off the ship with James following behind. At the bottom of the ramp, General Kenobi and Commander Cody were waiting.

"Captain, it's good to see you again." Kenobi said and you bowed your head.

"It's good to be back." You said and Cody cleared his throat.

"I know you'd rather be back home helping your Unit pass their final exams." Cody said. "Which is why the General has granted you permission to go back a week before their exams."

"So that you can be present and ship out with them the moment they're able." Kenobi finished and you smiled.

"Thank you, sirs." You said and Kenobi waved it off.

"No need for thanks. It's basically me repaying you for saving my life." Kenobi said then he shifted his attention to James.

"You're free to go James." Kenobi says and James salutes him.

"Yes, sir." James says then leaves.

"We have much to catch you up on (Y/n). The Separatists seem set on taking Christophsis and we need to stop it." Kenobi said and you started thinking.

"Well it is a major mining hub and a good portion of the republic materials come from here. It would make sense why it would be such a big target to the Seppies." You say and they nod.

"Yes. Which is why it is so important to protect it from the Separatists." Kenobi said. The three of you reached the command center and went up to the holotable. You put your left palm flat infront of the droid plug-in and it opens. Your sconce emerges and you plug into the table and start searching through their notes.

"You already have a plan?" You ask as you find the plans and Cody nods.

"Yes. We're just waiting on General Skywalker to be available to make it out here. In order to ensure the Separatists are defeated and stay away we need to show military and tactical prowess. Generals Kenobi and Skywalker along with both the 212th and the 501st should do just that." Cody said and you nod.

"Yes, Captain Rex does seem to keep Anakin in line... Somewhat." Kenobi said and you cleared your throat to keep from laughing.

"Seems there's context to that, but I won't pry." You say quietly and Kenobi chuckles.

"You have no idea." He says.

"So when can we expect General Skywalker and the 501st?" You asked.

"Well at the moment they're locked in combat. It isn't clear when they'll be available next." Cody says. "For now we pick and choose our battles, and wait with bated breath."

3 Days Later

You stood in the middle of the sparring ring with your wooden weapon. Cody and two others were circling you waiting for the right opportunity to strike. They all have wooden sparring poles as well and you wait. You had yet to be beaten in a sparring match by any of the guys in the 212th. So naturally, this match pulled the attention of every off-duty trooper and General Kenobi. You twirled the pole around you and stopped in your fighting stance.

Cody took this as the green light to engage and struck first followed by the other two. You deflected all of their blows and dodged to the side as Cody swung at you again. As you spun around one of the clones you lightly smacked his back with your pole. He threw his hands up to signal he was out. The next clone was almost as easy since you tripped him and then tapped his side just as quickly. You turned your entire focus back on Cody. The two of you circled the ring and studied eachother. He spun and feigned left then went right but you had deduced he would do this. You blocked his hit then retaliated with one of your own. The exchange between the two of you continued until you got the upper hand and tripped him then tapped his chest. He groaned and then got up with a helping hand from you.

"I was sure I'd be able to show you what the 212th is really made of." Cody said and you chuckled.

"You are all talented in one way or another, but I had a lot of one on one training." You say and he sighs.

"I just think someone needs to be able to beat you. At least one of my boys." Cody says.

"Well, I'll give it a go." Kenobi says and everyone sits watching. Kenobi picks up the wooden staff and weighs it between his hands. He twirls it and stops in his fighting stance and you reciprocate the action. You attack first and he blocks your attack and smacks your staff away. You both circle eachother like hunters stalking their prey. He tries to trip you but you bat away his staff and try to spin a tap to his neck. He ducks beneath the staff and tries to land a hit to your back during the follow-through of your swing. You anticipate this and block it then turn to look at him. This process continues for what feels like an eternity when your back finally hits the floor. You feel the tip of his staff tap your chest and you exhale.

"It would seem that I was taught a lesson by the General of the 212th." You say and get back up with Kenobi's assistance. All the men in the 212th congratulate Kenobi and make their leave.

"I would love to spar with you again. That was rather fun." Kenobi says and you chuckle.

"I enjoy sparring. It's one of the things my brothers and I do quite often. We get competitive and keep count though." You say and he leans against a wall.

"What are your scores against all of them?" He asks and you put away the wooden staffs.

"For Wrecker, it's 75 to 1 in my favor. I was distracted during the one he got. For Crosshair, it's 45 to 31 in my favor. For Hunter, it's 40 to 36 in my favor. For Tech, it's 38 to 38 tied between us." You say and Kenobi let's off a small smile.

"You and your brothers seem very talented when it comes to fighting." He says.

"Thank you General. We've trained a lot." You say and he chuckles.

"When it's just the two of us you can call me Obi-Wan." He says and you nod.

"If you don't mind me asking... What was it like growing up in the Jedi Temple, General?" You ask and he rolls his eyes at you.

"Obi-Wan for one. Two, it was peaceful and rewarding. When I was assigned to my Master he taught me that balance was necessary for the Force. He was an amazing man." Obi-Wan said and you set your flesh hand on his shoulder. You could almost feel his sadness as he spoke of his Master.

"I'm sorry you lost him." You said and he exhaled.

"The Force will take even the best of us when it's ready to. It doesn't care about their affiliation or what position they hold." He says as he wipes his hands off on a rag.

"Then why were you so upset over the possibility of me dying to Dooku?" You asked and he seemed taken aback and slightly confused.

"I'm not sure." He said then threw the rag in a bin. "It was almost like losing my Master all over again, except different... If that makes sense."

"In a way it does, but it would make more sense if it had been General Skywalker. We had only met a couple of days prior. Sir, I'm a clone. We're made to be easily replaced." You tell him and he shakes his head.

"No. You're all different in the Force, and it tells me there's something special about you. That you're important in some way." Obi-Wan says as he finally looks you in the eyes. Your breath nearly gets stolen as you gaze into his bright blue hues. Blue eyes were a rare defect you had only seen on some of the other clones. Neither of you realized you were slowly moving closer to eachother until Obi-Wans com started to beep. He cleared his throat and shook out of whatever trance the two of you were in.

"Obi-Wan." He said.

"Obi-Wan we wanted to let you know that Kyra and Jut will be arriving on Christophsis shortly." The male voice said.

"I didn't know tattoo artists did field work, Master Windu." Obi-Wan said with a hint of amusement.

"They do when we've commissioned them for the clone army." General 'Windu' says.

"I'm sure some of the men will be happy to hear this." Obi-Wan says then the line goes silent.

"The Jedi Order commissioned tattoo artists for the clone army?" You asked him.

"Apparently. These specific tattoo artists are the ones that do any piece a Jedi might want. Come on I'll introduce you to them." Obi-Wan says and you fall into step next to him. "Certain Jedi like to mark themselves with their tribal tattoos, even though they're no longer affiliated with their tribe or clan. Other Jedi get markings showing their rank or devotion to the order." Obi-Wan tells you and you smile happily.

"This is fascinating. I would've suspected that the Jedi wouldn't be allowed tattoos." You said.

"We aren't clergy." Obi-Wan says with a chuckle.

"Do you have a tattoo?" You ask him and he seems to freeze. When he realizes you noticed he smirks at you.

"I do, and maybe one day you'll get to see it, my dear." He says with a wink and you nearly choke on air.

"D-did you just flirt with me?" You ask him astonished.

"Yes." He says and you stare at his back dumbfounded. You catch up to him as he reaches a transport that just landed. The hatch opens and two girls walk down the ramp carrying bags. "Kyra, Jut!" Obi-Wan says happily and they smile at him.

"Kenobi." The Nautolan woman greets Obi-Wan. "Where are we setting up shop?" She asks.

"The only sterile environment here is the medical bay." He says and the two girls nod.

"That'll do." The purple Twi'lek says. You and Obi-Wan lead the girls to the medical bay and you watch them pull out their tools. "What's your name hun?"

"Oh. I'm (Y/n), temporary Captain of the 212th." You say and she nods.

"I'm Jut. You lookin' to get a tattoo?" She asks and you nod. "Then you're my first customer. Tell me what you want."

"But I was just sparring. I'm all sweaty." You say and she nods again.

"Then I'll design it while you get cleaned up." She sits down pulling out a datapad and a stylus.

"Well, I want it to go down my spine. At the top, I want '99', a skull under that, goggles below that, a grenade under that, and a crosshair under that. I also want the omega symbol on the back of my neck." You say then look up at her. She and Kyra were smirking at eachother.

"You're our first client here. We'll both be working on you." Kyra says then she and Jut set to designing your tattoo.

"I'll be back." You say and rush off to freshen up. Obi-Wan went on to do his own thing after you left. When you got back they were finishing up with their equipment. They took notice of you at the door and patted the medical bed.

"Lay down face down so we can get started. Remove any clothing blocking the area." Jut says and you do as requested. "What do you think about this?" She asks then shows you their sketch.

"I like it." You say and smile at it. The outside edges look like an odd tree, while the symbols you asked for were lined directly up the middle.

"This might hurt, but from your scar you might be accustomed to pain." Jut says and you lay down. Both women set to work on each side of you, and the slight sting of the needle wasn't as painful as you thought it would be. The three of you struck up idle chat and the atmosphere was almost carefree. It was odd for a military med bay to feel this way. Sooner than you expected they were done.

"You'll want to apply this cream when you can. It will keep it hydrated while allowing it to breath so it can heal." Kyra instructs and you nod.

"Thank you! Have they asked you to go to Kamino yet?" You asked and they nodded.

"That's our next stop." Jut says and you nod again.

"Alright. Well, I will leave you two to get to your next clients." You say as you put your top back on and then your armor. You make your way to the command center and find Cody talking to Obi-Wan. "General, Commander." You greet them and they both smile at you.

"Heard you got a tattoo (Y/n). Hope I get to see it sometime." Cody says and you shake your head.

"It's on my back. Only way you get to see it is if I end up in the infirmary again." You tell him and he chuckles.

"The boys back home are going to be jealous." Cody says.

"Not for long. Kyra and Jut are going to Kamino next." You tell him.

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[crosshajr]

what kind of boyfriend crosshair is

pretty much all fluff expect a little, tiny, small bit of angst.

sarad = flower

so i think he would be private about his relationship with you, not because he is embarrassed be with you! no, even if he doesn't admit it all the time he does love you. but i think he would want to keep you to himself and have small lovey dovey moments when it just you and him.

"i know i don't tell you as much as i should but i do love you my sarad" crosshair speaks softly as he tucks his head into your hair, the scent helping him relax.

you smile, cuddling into him more. you know cross loves you and no matter what happens you will forever love him back.

very protective. just no question about it. he wants to make sure you are safe especially if when you join him and the others on a mission, he hates if you get close to any regs. and he does not let the regs near you. he would always keep his hand around you and glare at anyone if they talk to you. sometimes you have to lightly tap his hand if his grip gets too hard or whenever you think he is overreacting. (which sometimes ends up into an argument)

when you both have arguments, it would mostly make you end up in tears. when crosshair yells. he yells. in the end you know he only wants what is best for you, he will always come and find you to apologise. crosshair cannot help the way he feels. he has never felt this way with anyone before and he never wants to lose you, especially to any regs.

"i don't understand what the big deal is cross! rex is my friend. you know that" you yell, using hand gestures to try and make your point.

"oh, he is your 'friend'?" he starts off calm but you know he won’t stay this calm. "i was not aware friends flirt with one another!" he shouts.

sometimes when he accuses you with flirting with others you cannot help but feel as though he doesn't trust you. trust means everything to you. looking down at the floor away from him, your eyes start to water up clouding your vision. it is all silent now. crosshair does not say a word. knowing his words must of upset you. before you even think you run out of the ship without looking back.

now this man will make it up to you. he hates it when others make you upset but when he makes you upset, he wont rest until you forgive him. you want cuddles? he will give them to you. you want food? he better put on the chef hat. anything you want he will provide. if you are still mad at him whilst on a mission he will make it his priority to find you some exotic flowers. that always seems you cheer you up. you know crosshair has never felt like this before so he finds it hard but in the end you'll always make up. by making out.

speaking of making out, this mans kisses oh gosh. they are soft but have force, to remind you who is in control. his lips move in sync with yours all the time. he claims you was made just for him and for his lips only. he always sweeps you of your feet, he loves it when he takes you by surprise. it always takes you a few good seconds to realize but soon enough you happily kiss back.

cuddles with this man can get awkward. cross has never cuddled with anyone before so whenever you want to snuggle when you both go to sleep he always seems so stiff. at first he would tense up when you went to lay your head on his chest but as you both got deeper into the relationship he is more than happy to be your big spoon. (just dont tell the others how willing he is to cuddle you). but he knows cuddles is something you love so he will put aside his feelings and always place his hands around you as you fall asleep.

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

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

What You Deserve - Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now he was yours to love. 

Yours to care for. 

Yours to have by your side. 

He was yours, he couldn’t leave. 

He couldn’t leave. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, enjoying the closeness.

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Obi-Wan x reader- A welcome distraction

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Obi-Wan x reader- An unexpected surprise

Obi-Wan x reader- Five times Anakin found you with Obi-Wan

Obi-Wan x reader-Summer Au

Obi-Wan x reader-A little rest

Obi-Wan x reader- A picture of you

Obi-Wan x reader- Lost without you

Obi-Wan x reader- As it was

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Cassian Andor

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 Cassian Andor x reader- I care

Cassian Andor x reader - What am I to you

Cassian Andor x reader- Three Times you and Cassian had to share a bed and one time you did it willingly

Cassian Andor x reader- my safe place

Cassian Andor x reader- Alive and in Love (Series)

Cassian Andor x reader- I forgot to tell you

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Beautiful View

A lovely day

Modern AU

Moments like these

Headcanons

When you overthink

When They’re Jealous

Cal Kestis

Can’t lose you

[sailorkamino]

'wildflower' masterlist

relationships: twi'lek!jedi!reader x bad batch, background reader x plo koon & 104th [gn, neurodivergent r and batch, can be platonic or romantic]

summary: you've spent the first year of the war with master plo and the wolfpack, now you're getting a special assignment. this is a series of one shots about a chaotic squad (family) saving the republic and pissing off sith lords along the way.

a/n: set during clone wars - republic victory au, no use of y/n, clones age normally once they reach adulthood, the havoc marauder is bigger (imagine the ghost from rebels), between missions the batch stays on coruscant

force signature aesthetics

you can sit with us ✿ 1st meeting on kamino ft. protective wolffe

dancing and tookas (wrecker's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite himbo

the force and plants (tech's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite nerd

healing and meditation (hunter's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite dad friend

fights and hugs (crosshair's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite bastard

[jedipoodoo]

Hi! Your writing is amazing! Pretty please if you have the time, female reader in a secret relationship with Crosshair- pregnant with crosshairs baby, trying to hide it from the bad batch and getting found out!

Stay (Crosshair x Pregnant!Reader)

Notes/Warnings: Pregnancy, morning sickness, Chipped Crosshair, Angst, not very much comfort, if you think the opening scene resembles something from Revenge of the Sith no it doesn't what this fic actually resembles is Bitter, a fic written by my dearest friend Rune on AO3

"No. that's impossible." You shook your head.

"I don't blame you," Hunter sat on the opposite end of the couch, "I can hardly believe it myself."

"Crosshair would never do anything like that!" You stood to refute Hunter's claims that Crosshair was following orders, first of all, and then that he was being mind-controlled by the Empire and has attacked his squad and his brothers.

Your legs quickly lost their strength, and you fell back into the couch next to Tech.

"I don't believe you," You shook your head again, "I can't."

Hunter looked you up and down, and Tech quickly took note of how you held yourself, hands caressing your stomach.

"Crosshair's the father, isn't he?" Tech asked quietly.

The lump in your throat kept you from answering. All you could do was stare at him, blinking back tears. But both of Crosshair's brothers knew that any other answer would be ludicrous.

"I'm so sorry." Hunter whispered, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder.

"You should come with us," Tech said, "We can protect you."

"No!" It came out louder than you meant it too, at both of them looked at you curiously.

You shook your head, still holding yourself. "A life on the run is no life for a child. The galaxy's been at war for the last four years, and I want my child to have whatever semblance of normalcy I can give them, no matter who their father is."

Tech looked at Hunter, and they silently argued over if they should convince you to change your mind or not, but the glare that you fixed at Hunter's skull tattoo quickly shut down that idea.

"We need to get back to the others," Hunter sighed at last, "But you have our comms. Let us know if you need anything."

You managed a weak smile for him. "Sure thing."

Tech gave you a gentle hug good-bye, and you watched them both sneak down the hall of your apartment in the dark of night. When they finally vanished, you closed the door, clinging to the wall for strength.

You cradled your stomach as the nausea rose in your throat. "Oh, Cross-" A sob tore itself from your throat, and you ran to the toilet before your dinner could make a reappearance.

You knew he was a soldier. You knew he'd have to be away from you. You certainly hadn't planned on getting pregnant with his child as soon as the war ended. You hadn't even told your family. You wanted to tell Crosshair before anyone else found out, but with what Hunter and Tech told you, did you want him to find out? Was the Crosshair that you knew and loved still out there? Or was he replaced with some kind of abomination cooked up in the Kaminoan's most secret labs?

You sobbed over the toilet until you were confident it was all over with. For now, at least. Morning would certainly bring its own terrors.

You made your way back to your bed in a daze, collapsing on top of the blankets. You didn't even have the energy to make your bed this morning.

You grabbed a shirt from Crosshair's side of the bed, pulling it on over your clothes. It was a bit snug around the stomach, but it fit for now.

Even if Crosshair really was gone, you still had your memories of him.

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Sunlight poured in through the windows, and you cradled your face in your arms to block out the light.

"Good morning, sarad."

You chuckled at his familiar touch, tucking strands of hair behind your ear.

Realization hit, and you jumped back, nearly falling off the edge of the bed.

Crosshair lay on his side of the bed, parallel to where you'd just been laying. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and you were going to throw up at any moment.

Crosshair was here. Crosshair was alive, and back in your home.

"What...what's with the armor?" You stammered, white knuckles gripping the sheets of your bed.

Crosshair looked down at his suit of armor. It looked like a regular trooper's armor, but completely black instead of white. it bore none of his own creative embellishments, all the details you'd memorized.

"I outgrew the old one," His voice croaked, as if he hadn't used it in a while. He coughed to clear his throat, and you turned and ran. Crosshair leaped up to follow you, only to realize you were seeking refuge in the refresher vac-tube.

You could sense him hovering just behind your shoulder.

"I-I'm fine," You coughed out, waving him away, "I'll be right out-"

Crosshair knelt by your side, pulling your hair back from your face and tying it off with a leather cord. Tears stung your eyes at the tender gesture, and his hands began to work at your shoulders, gently massaging away the tension.

"Is it mine?" He asked, as if he already knew the answer. You barely managed to nod before one more round of bile forced its way up. Cross grabbed the cup from the sink counter, filling it with a sip of water, which he extended to you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked between sips.

Crosshair watched you carefully, his fingers working their way up and down your back.

"I came to see you." He said softly.

You told yourself that the urge to cry was because of hormones, and not because of anything else, and wiped your tears on the sleeve of your shirt--Crosshair's shirt. You were still wearing it.

You gulped down the water. Should you bring up Hunter and the others? Chances were he already knew they'd been here, and he was probably here to get information out of you.

"Does this mean you'll have to leave again soon?" You asked.

His eyes flickered back and forth between your face and your stomach. "Maybe."

He cupped your cheek, running a thumb across your cheekbone, "But if I leave, you can be certain I'm taking my wife and child with me."

You stared at him. "Where? Kamino? Where they can make our child into a soldier?"

Crosshair froze in his soft touch.

"Crosshair, I can't go with you."

"The Empire will provide for us."

"How?" You begged him. "I can provide for us here. We can give this child a normal life, a life where they're safe and don't have to worry about growing up too fast or being forced into battle."

You took his face in your hands. "Stay. Stay here with me." You begged, pulling him closer to you.

His lips were inches from yours when his hands gently wrapped around your wrists, pulling them away from his face.

"I can't." He whispered, and once again his voice was not his own.

With that, he stood and walked out of your apartment, leaving you crying on the floor of the refresher again.

[venusacrossthestars]

Could you write a tech x reader where the reader gets hurt and tech freaks out? I love your work !

"I Told You So"

A/N: hehehe my second request! and thank you for the compliment, it made my day! I also used female pronouns just let me know if those aren't what you use and I'll change it, but here you go I hope you enjoy. (thank you @arieslost for being my lovely, amazing beta-reader)

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing; Established Relationship Tech x fem!reader

Warnings: Blood, injury, hospital mentions, overall health care. I didn't include echo in this bc it takes place during CW but then I mention Anakin so like over plot errors lol

Summary: Force user!reader (think CW S7 Ahsoka were she isn’t in the order but is helping the republic/jedi out) gets hurt on a mission and Tech loses his cool, secrets are spilt and emotions are shown.

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It was an easy mission they said. In and out. A recon mission, no explosives, no one was supposed to know that you were here. Oh, how it all seemed so easy when Anakin explained the plan.

“Oh Y/n we need you and clone force 99 to sneak in and grab the battle plan, oh it will be soooo easy,” you mimicked Anakin’s voice.

“Are you still complaining about General Skywalker's request?”

“Yes Tech I am, and I will continue to do so until we are back on the Marauder and I can personally comm Anakin and tell him off,” you reply.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve been asked to do a favor for the Republic or the Jedi Order and you highly doubted it would be the last.

Being a private contractor had its perks, being a force using private contractor, however, had its disadvantages. Exhibit A- this kriffing mission. This wasn’t the first mission you’ve done with the boys of the bad batch, in fact you could say you were all well acquainted with one another, and one more than the others.

You’ve been asked plenty of times why as person with such a strong connection to the force isn’t part of the jedi order and the answer is simple, your parents loved you. No seriously, they did. They’ve heard stories of the Jedi taking children from their homes, preparing them to be “keepers of the peace” or as your father put it “magical soldiers for the Republic”. They heard how they aren’t supposed to form attachments or fall in love, and your parents didn’t want that. According to them forming attachments and having emotions is what made you alive. Your parents never discouraged the use of your gifts, instead they embraced them. They helped you control them, control your emotions, they helped you understand.

Not being a part of the order had its perks, you didn’t have to follow their rules, live by their lifestyle, wear their silly robes, and you got to form attachments. That last one was a big one especially now, it wasn’t that hard to follow after the death of your parents when you were out alone in the galaxy taking spare jobs here and there to live. That’s how you were found by the Jedi Order, one of your previous clients gave your information to a Jedi needing assistance, for makers sake Dex you can’t be giving out information to all those who ask. That was the first time you were ever asked by Master Yoda and Master Kenobi to help assist them and a small groups of clones on a mission for the Republic.

That small group of clones you soon learned called themselves the bad batch were your counterpart, outcast of their own group essentially is what you were. The first time you ever met them was a day you are certain you will never forget. Wrecker was welcoming so was Hunter, Crosshair was standoffish and quiet, but Tech, Tech asked you so many question you thought your head was going to explode. ‘If you are a force user how come you aren’t a Jedi, my only other calculator is that you are a Sith but that is highly unlikely since you are working for the Republic. But yet you don’t have a lightsaber, fascinating’. And while it was true that you weren’t a Jedi nor Sith, nor did you have a lightsaber you were proven a great asset that day, and since forward everytime the Republic or the Jedi needed you, there you were and the members of clone force 99 weren’t far behind.

“Y/n did you hear me?” Tech ask while tapping you on the shoulder.

“No I was too busy thinking, what did you say.”

“I said that according to my information the guard change should be happening shortly and that is the most optimal time to advance into position.”

“Ah, I love it when you talk all smart to me,” you respond back with a grin.

“It’s time, are you ready to go mesh’la?” Tech asks while slowly moving from your hiding place, holding his hand out for you to take.

Tech, the reason you were happy to never be apart of the Jedi Order. Being apart of the Order meant you could never have an attachment to him, and how could you not? He was smart, attentive, unknowingly funny, and attractive. Conversation were hard at first, you and him didn’t have much in common but after some awkward small talk you two soon found common interest and from there a friendship and from there a relationship. Well, a private relationship.

While it wasn’t illegal to have a relationship with a clone, it was unorthodox and unheard of. The two of you decided to keep it a secret in case it affected how future missions would go, although with your guys’s success they wouldn’t dream of splitting up you, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

“I’m always ready Tech,” you reply, grabbing his hand.

The two of you fully move out from your position and into the open field that surrounds the communication center. They say that being one with the force gave you heightened senses, you never really believed it until you went on more and more mission, every time you thought something was going to go wrong it did, everytime you thought someone was watching you, they were.

Once you two enter, you made your way towards the abandoned section of the communication center. That same feeling wraps around your gut, something is off. Something is going to happen.

In a panic you yank on Tech’s hand, halting him to a stop. “Tech, I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” He asks worriedly.

“I feel like someone is watching us, I have the feeling we aren’t alone.”

“Well according to General Skywalker’s plans and my own research this part of the base has been abandoned for a while, we have nothing to worry about.”

“No, Tech you don’t understand. Everytime I get this feeling, something happens.”

“Y/n, I understand your concern, but with all the information I found it is highly unlikely that anyone is going to be here, and besides according to the information General Skywalker had gotten from his source it is their meal break, everyone is probably eating.”

“Tech, I appreciate you trying to calm my nerves but this is something more than that. You said its hight unlikely, well that doesn’t mean its not impossible.”

“Mesh’la-”

You cut him off before he can get another word in, “Tech just trust me on this, I’m not saying that we turn back, I’m just saying lets take a little extra precaution.”

“Of course mesh’la, if it eases your mind.”

You don’t respond to that, instead you grab Tech’s hand and give it a tight squeeze, in which he returns.

After a few minutes of walking down corridors, making your needed turns you reach the door that leads to the records room. Tech proceeds to hack the door, which opens to reveal rows and rows of computers, comms, basically a storage unit of data.

Sighing, you turn to Tech, “Where do we even start?”

“I suppose the main computer will have an index of where everything should be located, I’ll start on that if you would like to keep a look out.”

You simply nod and start to walk back towards the door, shutting it leaving you and Tech incased in a glorified storage closet. You proceed to start walking up and down the rows of old containers filled with old data pads, comm links, and computers.

“Y/n!” Tech comms, “I’ve found what we need, I'm downloading the files now, shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.”

“Tech are you almost done, we have a slight issue.”

“Okay!” You comm back.

As you continue to wander you see a red flashing light in one of the containers. Making your way towards it you notice that its a comm, a comm that looks much newer than the rest of the ones in the bin. A moment of realization takes over as you start to sprint back towards Tech.

“Yes I am finishing up now, what seems to be the issue?”

“They know were here, there was a comm device mixed in with the others, transmitting. They’ve heard every word we’ve said since we got here. I turned it off but it’s only a matter of time till we have some company.”

“Okay, okay lets get going then.” He proceeds to comm Hunter, “Hunter, Hunter, do you copy? We’ve been compromised. Hunter this is Tech do you copy? Karabast, it seems that they’ve jammed our communications.”

The two of you pick you the pace, running and turning throughout the corridors. The two of you make it to the exit, and before you can leave Tech places his arm in front of you, stopping you from leaving the building.

He pulls out his datapad and sighs, “it seems this exit is surrounded, there is no escaping this way without harm or,” he pauses, “death. Without communication to the rest of the team I do not know there where abouts. There are other exits, although they take us through the main part of the communication center, but that way has the chance of having less battle droids.”

“Yeah, lets go with the avoiding death option please,” you say as you drag Tech to the stairs. The two of you run throughout the building till you reach the next exit.

“Crosshair, Hunter, Wrecker, does anyone copy?.... Crosshair, what is your position…. Okay will be coming out on that side, can you cover us? Okay we’ll see you shortly.”

“There is about 50 battle droids out there and I don’t know if there will be more on the way, but I was able to reach Crosshair and he’s ready when we are. There is cover to the right of us, I suggest we move there and start with formation 7.”

“Formation 7? That only proves successful when we have all members, even then its risky.”

“Formation 7 is the best bet since Crosshair is our eyes in this, I trust that he isn’t going to let us get killed.”

“When we get back to the ship I am so saying ‘I told you so’.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less mesh’la.”

As the blast doors open, we are greeted with blaster fire, Crosshair picking them off from the top, Wrecker and Hunter are here as well. You and Tech rush to your right dodging the blaster fire and take cover behind some crates.

“You thought I was going to tell Skywalker off before this, oh I am going to chew his ear off now!” You shout over the chaos.

You and Tech join the fight, picking off the droids one by one, too immersed in the battle you fail to notice the little red beeping device at your feet.

Before you have time to react, the bomb goes off and you are sent flying back through the crates. Everything is ringing, you can hear nothing but everything at once. You try to open your eyes but your brain feels all shaken up.

Tech could watch in horror as your body in flung into the middle of the battlefield. He’s even more worried when he sees you are moving.

Tech has always been rational, thinking of the pros and cons of every situation. Estimating the statistics of success, while his brothers might find it annoying, he does it because he care, he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. But, you, when it came to you all that rational thinking went out the window. Every statistic or what if wasn’t even a thought.

While all you could feel was pain, all Tech could feel was panic. While his rational thinking wasn’t in play, he wasn’t dumb enough to go rushing into an active battle and get himself killed, there were only a few driods left and none of them seemed focused on you.

Him and his brothers quickly picked off the rest of the droids with ease and with that Tech was rushing to unmoving form.

“Y/n? Mesh’la, can you hear me?” Tech kept repeating and gently shook your shoulders.

Only able to answer in a groan you were able to alert Tech that, yes you could hear him.

The rest of his brothers eventually came to the scene as Tech was trying to keep you awake.

“You need to stay awake for me, you understand. You’ll be fine, you just got your bell rung. You’ll be fine.” Tech says, ultimately trying to convince himself more than you.

“Tech, we need to get her to the ship, and to professional medical help immediately, her head, its bleeding,” Hunter says while placing a hand on Techs shoulder.

To Tech's horror he looks and sees that under your head is a growing puddle of blood, growing larger and larger by the second.

Time moves slow for you as you feel yourself being lifted off the ground and onto what you assume is a cot on the Marauder. The pain in your head is too much to focus on what else hurts. You try to fight the urge to fall asleep, remembering from one of Techs rants on first aid and medical training (a whole course he made you listen to the first time you ever went on a mission with the batch) that patients with head trauma were supposed to stay awake, or at least try too.

But it was just too hard, everything hurt, everything was too loud, and if you tried to open your eyes, everything was too bright. You were fighting a loosing battle and eventually slipped into unconsciousness.

The entire time in hyperspace, Tech wouldn’t leave your side. He was constantly checking your pulse, your breathing and applying pressure to your head while trying his best to treat all the other wounds that littered your body.

He was in completed distress, and it wasn’t going unnoticed by his brothers.

“Tech she’ll be okay, she’s a fighter she’ll pull through,” Hunter tries to reassure.

Wrecker pipes in, “Yeah! She’s tough, she’ll be okay.”

Crosshair just sits staring, at the couple it takes him a moment before he pipes up, “She’ll be okay, you love her and that’s what is going to keep her fighting.”

At Crosshairs comments the three others whip their heads at him, Tech opens and closes his mouth repeatedly trying to find the right comment to his brothers words.

“Love him? What do you mean Crosshair?” Wrecker asks the sniper.

“You guys don’t know? The two of them have been together for a while, Im surprised you having caught them trying to suck each others faces off.”

The questions and comments keep flying until it was time to drop out of hyperspace. As soon as the Marauder landed on a base on a random planet in the middle rim, you were quickly carried off and into surgery.

Tech was a mess for the hours that you were in surgery and the hours you were out but under intensive care watch. The batch had to report to General Skywalker but that could wait until you woke.

When you finally woke up the first thing you noticed, other than a killer headache, was a pressure against you hand. You looked to your side, seeing Tech fast asleep on your hand. You gently reached over with your other head to stroke his hair. At the movement Tech awoke, and you have never seen so many emotions flash across your eyes as you did then.

“I told you so,” you croaked.

“That you did, and I am so sorry for not listening, I should’ve listen. For makers sake you have the force, of course you would’ve known if something was wrong. This is all my fault-” Tech rambled on.

“Hey, this is not your fault, it wasn’t you who threw the bomb. I was the one who agreed to take the mission and help out. No one forced me to do anything,” You reassured him.

Tech looked down at your intertwined hands, to which you removed them and place them on his cheeks. Swiftly you pulled him into a quick kiss, which Tech accepted.

“You had me worried,” Tech admitted.

“Well I would be concerned if you weren’t.”

“It was a trap, we were given faulty information.”

“We were and that’s why you are going to get me General Skywalker so I can chew him out and you can watch me do so.”

“Of course mesh’la”

“Thank you Tech.”

Tech gets up to leave and before he walks out the door he looks over his shoulder at you, “I love you Y/n.”

With a grin you respond, “I love you too Tech.”

[onayasiki]

UGHHHHH I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR A MANDALORIAN READER X THE BAD BATCH (But they end up with Crosshair) BUT THE READER IS PARENTING TWO CLONES FROM KAMINO THAT THEY “RESCUE” where one is a teen clone and the other is a infant. The teen clone has Mandalorian armor and truthfully hated Kamino. I wanna write it out but I never have time 😔.

Edit: I forgot to mention that there is a possibility that Reader is force sensitive (as well as the clone infant) and posses a red and a blue lightsaber from they “killed” a sith and Jedi.

The Question is if Reader should be Male, Female, or Gender Neutral. Let me know what you guys think plzzzzz I need a few more ideasss

[zoeykallus]

The Clone And The Gray

Tech x Y/N Story (female reader) Part1

Continuing parts:

Please Stay

Keeping A Secret

The Dark Side

Deep Inside

Perception

No Harm done?

The Abyss Inside Us

Reaping What We Sow

Hate, Bleed, Love

About Saving A Good Man

Aftershock

Secrets Of Pain

To Get This Over With

The Comfort Of Love

Secrets We Can’t Hide

Down With The Sickness

Winning And Losing

Beginnings And Endings

Warnings: 18+ Smut / Oral recieving and giving / Fingering/ PiV Sex/  Cursing/ Use Of Alcohol/ Mentions Of Loss (friends and family) Fluff/ Order 66 Aftermath Thoughts/ Crosshair Is Back With The Batch/Overstimulation/First Time Sex For Tech Word Count: 7200 *cough* Yeah, I know... It's a very long first part, sorry. What you are about to read is a Tech x female reader story. I've decided to make it into several parts because I feel like there is a lot more coming. There is a plot evolving arround the Tech x Reader core (definitely more than on my smut oneshots), but the main focus will be the romantic and intimate relationship, wich will also start and evolve within the story. At least that's what it is so far.

I have taken (let's call it artistic) freedom to change little things and spin the story further, after Season 1 of The Bad Batch. If there will be more parts is depending on how well this one will be recieved. Don't get me wrong I certainly will keep writing this no matter what- because I wanna know myself what's going to happen next, but if I'll share the rest of it, is depending on... well if it's even wanted.

If you were just wandering about me saying „I wanna know what's going to happen next“, It means the story is being created/formed/born as I write it. I rearly make plans, drafts or notes. The only thing I had planned beforehand was to use the „Gray Jedi“ as a main part of the readers background story.

English ist not my first language, for the biggest part I learned it by myself. I sincerely hope I'm doing good enough for you to be able to enjoy this, without stumbling over to many mistakes. Now please enjoy, if possible.

Prologue: You are a gray Jedi. Some will not know or understand what that is. The term Gray Jedi, or Gray, had two meanings. First, it was used by Jedi and Sith to describe Force-users who walked the line between the light and dark sides of the Force without surrendering to the dark side, and second, it described Jedi who distanced themselves from the Jedi High Council and operated outside the strictures of the Jedi Code. However, those who were considered to be true Gray Jedi met both qualifications and did not belong to any particular Force tradition.

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Unfortunately, the Empire was not interested in the fact that you were not a Jedi. Force-sensitive beings were always hunted down. That's why you had to go into hiding shortly after the end of the Clone Wars and take on a new identity. On Kashyyk you had learned from other gray Jedi who lived there in exile, you were trained as a healer. You had a lightsaber and knew how to use it, but fighting was generally disgusting to you, so you took the path of the Force healer. There were not many who did this, frighteningly few even, but you were proud of it and good at what you did. But now you were in hiding, your lightsaber always hidden somewhere under your clothes, just in case, sometimes disassembled into several pieces, sometimes in its entirety, depending on what clothes you were wearing.

Currently you worked for Cid in her bar, mainly as a barmaid. You have already met The Bad Batch and Omega. The clones worked for Cid as mercenaries and were in and out of her bar regularly. They were an exception to the rule, most clones now worked for the Empire, but not The Bad Batch. The few clones who refused Order 66 had been killed. Extremely few had escaped. The boys of the Bad Batch were among them. Just like the former clone Captain Rex, you had already met him in the bar. Rex was a very serious, calm man, disciplined, radiating strength but also kindness. You knew Rex only superficially, but it was clear that he had been a loyal and excellent soldier to the Republic. You had overheard conversations from time to time when Rex talked with the boys of the Bad Batch.

Rex found it very difficult to accept that the Republic no longer existed, he took the fall of the Republic very personally, as if it was his fault. If you opened yourself to the Force while he was in the bar, you could feel his pain, but also his will to fight against the Empire, his strength and desire to continue to fight for something good and just. But some days the pain and guilt seemed especially heavy, the loss of so many of his brothers lay heavy on his soul. Those were days when you were especially kind to him, giving him your most beautiful, loving smile. You wanted to comfort him, but how could you tell him that you knew what he was feeling without revealing who or what you were? Apart from that, he was not really friends. You were the barmaid who brought him his drinks. He always greeted you nicely and always tipped you, but other than that, you weren't really close. Apart from the fact that you were in on his, the batch's and Cid's little secret of the clones meeting here in this bar, away from the empires eyes.   The Bad Batch was clearly different from other clones. You knew that they were genetically modified, they had been something like an elite unit of the clone army. However, you had also heard that other clones were not well disposed towards the boys. Maybe out of envy, maybe just because they were different. In a way, they just didn't belong.

There was their leader Hunter, a brooding guy, dark, melancholy. He often seemed like Rex, like a man who carried the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. He always seemed very watchful but never hostile, at least not to you. He looked like a thoughtful person, like someone who looked at everything carefully before making a decision. You had the feeling that he held the group together and often saved it from trouble. A vigilant fellow who mostly preferred to stay quiet and to himself. But you could tell, the way he looked at his brothers and Omega, they were family and he'd do everything to keep them safe.

Echo was a quiet representative, most of the time. He was relaxed when he sat at the bar and exchanged a few words with you, always very polite and decent. You had no idea what had happened to him, but his body had been replaced to a very large extent by mechanical parts. You never spoke to him about it out of politeness. But your assumption that it had happened in the Clone Wars was obvious.

Wrecker and Omega, the two of them practically always appeared in a double pack. The little girl with the platinum blond hair and the tanned skin had the most alert, curious eyes you had ever seen. They were the same eyes as the other clones, but there was so much youthful joy and adventurousness in them that they somehow seemed completely different. Wrecker, a walking, giant muscleman with the mind of a child, was almost always at the kid's side when you saw The Bad Batch in the bar. Wrecker was playful and kind, a little goofy at times, but he was also a soldier and a preternaturally strong one at that.

There was Crosshair. Crosshair had been separated from his brothers for a while, for reasons you didn't quite know yet, but if you had to guess, you probably would have bet on his attitude. Secretly you called Crosshair Mister Snarky. He was always grumpy, sarcastic, cynical and the way he spoke had something snaky about it. He was usually very reserved and far less polite than his brothers. On the other hand, he had his moments. Once he defended you against drunken patrons when he was the last of his brothers still in the bar. He helped you clean up the mess that the drunkards had left behind. All, of course, largely taciturn and with a gloomy look. You couldn't really figure out this man so far.

Then there was your favorite, Tech.

Tech was different, he was almost always focused on his holo pad, constantly gathering information. As you had noticed, he was extremely intelligent, the brain behind every operation, so to speak. His goggles were always strapped around his head, without them he was as good as blind, at least that's what you had overheard. The first time Tech sat at the bar counter and ordered something, a nervous tingling had risen in you, something you couldn't name at that moment. The sharp hairline, the high forehead, the big golden eyes behind the goggles that looked at you as if the knowledge of the galaxy was hidden behind them, somthing about that, or all of it, was drawing you in. He was tall, 6.4 was your estimate. Tall and lean, but trained, he was different from his brothers, different from any clone you had ever met.

One night while Tech was sitting at the bar, you asked him some simple question and he began to answer. When his answer ended, almost half an hour had passed. He had overwhelmed you with information that went much further than what you wanted to know. But you didn't interrupt him, you listened to his voice with interest and you felt and saw that he enjoyed your attention. He liked that you listened, that you were interested in his knowledge. And you were always so polite and although he didn't show it or say it until now, he thought you were very pretty, the prettiest thing he had ever seen. It became a habit that every time he returned to Cid after an assignment, sooner or later he would end up at your bar, you would ask him questions and Tech would almost effusively tell you everything you wanted to know and much more. And somehow you couldn't get enough of these encounters. His presence was so pleasant and you learned something new every time, not always something that you specifically wanted to learn, but what did it matter? He was sweet, kind and polite and gave you his full attention every time he talked to you. He would come to the bar specifically to talk to you. He could sit somewhere else, for example at the table with his brothers, but at some point during the evening when they were all in the bar, he always came to you, sat on a bar stool, ordered a drink and made you the center of his attention.

Part One: Please Stay It was evening and you didn't have to work the night shift tonight. You were on your way to your apartment in the building directly behind Cid's Bar, and you had to walk across the landing field where the Marauder usually parked. The ship was still on the sparsely lit landing pad when you walked there this night. The ramp was open, a few crates stood next to the ramp and on one of them sat your favorite clone.

As always, Tech had a holo pad in his hand and was absorbed in some data. Undecided if you should approach him, you walked slower to widen your decision window. Suddenly, however, the former soldier looked up and looked directly at you.

"Good evening lady," he said formally with a tentative smile.

All of a sudden, you felt a little nervous.

"Hi," you replied simply with a smile a little too bright to hide your joy at seeing him. He didn't immediately turn back to his holo pad like you thought he would, but looked at you thoughtfully.

"You shouldn't be wandering around this area alone so late," he remarked, slightly chidingly.

Surprised, you blinked. You didn't expect him to be concerned about such a thing. But he was actually right, the area was shady, to put it kindly.

With a smirk you said, "Well, I'm used to going home alone. Besides, I don't have far to go."

Tech swung off the crate, tucked the holo pad on his belt, and called inside the ship, "Echo? I'm going to be gone for a while. Would you be a dear and keep an eye on the crates?"

A clanking sound came from inside, then a soft curse and finally Echo's voice.

"Why? Where are you going?" "I'm going to walk Y/N home, she shouldn't be wandering around this neighborhood alone at this late hour."

It wasn't really that late, but you kept that to yourself. After all, it was already dark and even if you only had to walk a short distance, you really would have liked to have Tech with you. Not necessarily for safety reasons, though.

"Y/N?" Echo asked from inside the ship "Isn't that the hottie from Cid's bar? You know, the one you're always chatting up? That woman is not only beautiful, she must have the patience of a saint."

Tech scratched the back of his head a bit bashfully.

"Yeah, that's the one," he replied, adding, "She can hear you, by the way."

Silence reigned for a moment, finally an "Oh" was heard and then Echo appeared on the ramp with a wry smile on his slightly flushed face. "Hello Y/N. I thought Tech meant to pick you up at the bar, I wasn't aware you were standing here. Sorry if what I said made you feel uncomfortable" he greeted you kindly with an apology.

With a smile you returned the greeting and waved it off  with a wink: „I chose to find it flattering“ Echo smirked.  

"Go ahead, I'll stay with the boxes. Take your time," he finally said to Tech.

After Tech thanked Echo, he walked beside you to the small apartment building where you lived. On the way, you were both quite silent, now and then throwing shy glances at each other with a smile. When you finally stood in front of the door of the building, you hesitated for a moment.

"Do you live here?" he asked, although he already knew.

You nodded and asked with a gentle smile, "Would you like to come in? I have good wine in the house and Spotchka".

He blinked and you could see it working behind his forehead.

"You shouldn't invite strange men in. It could end up dangerous for you. Do you do that often?" he finally said a little critically.

A little unsettled, you looked up at the tall man.

"I never do that. You're not a stranger after all. We see each other quite regularly and I trusted you to get me home safely. Why shouldn't I be able to invite you in?"

"That's a valid argument," he admitted.

Maybe he was just nervous, or maybe you had misinterpreted his interest in talking to you and his interest in your safety.

"You don't have to come in. It's okay if you decline the offer," you tried to wriggle out of the situation you had maneuvered yourself into. All of a sudden he smiled at you.

"I would love to come in"

You suppressed the relieved sigh that wanted to escape you and opened the door with an inviting gesture. When you arrived at your apartment and you pushed the door into the lock behind you, he stopped in the middle of the living room.

"Make yourself comfortable, go ahead and sit on the couch".

Tech complied with your request, taking off his all-purpose belt and placing it on one of the couch's armrests.

"Wine or spotchka?" you asked him as you made your way into the open living room kitchen.

He followed you with his gaze and replied, "Whatever is appropriate"

A soft laugh came from your throat, finally you explained to him, "Whatever you're want to be drinking right now is what's appropriate"

"Oh... um, I'd like to try that wine you mentioned".

It was a strange feeling to have him in your apartment. It was exciting, made you a little tingly and nervous. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual, it also seemed warmer in your apartment than usual. You would have liked to know if he felt the same way. You could have opened yourself up to the Force and explored his feelings, but it didn't feel right, like you were crossing a line.

While you opened the wine and filled two glasses, he looked around your apartment. It was quite simple, there was little decoration, but it was clean and tidy and it was yours alone, it was your retreat.

"You have a nice apartment, even if it looks a little different than I expected".

You sat down next to him on the couch and handed him one of the glasses. A Nabooian red wine. You put the bottle on the transperisteel coffee table.

You looked at him in surprise when he turned to you and asked, "Don't you have a family? I don't see any pictures"

A strange sting ran through your chest at his actually quite innocent question.

"I'm alone," you answered in a quiet voice.

He blinked and frowned thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, that seems like a painful subject. That was thoughtless of me." Yes, it was a painful subject and you couldn't tell him truthfully anyway without revealing who and what you were. You couldn't tell him that the small enclave you lived in had been burned down by the Empire because you and your closest fellows were Force users.

"That's all right, curiosity is one of the most natural things in the galaxy," you replied with a shrug, hoping to deprive the subject of any meaning. You took a sip from your glass, Tech did the same.

"Oh, it's really very good," he said with a smile in your direction.

"My favorite wine. It's only made on Naboo."

It all felt strange all of a sudden after he had asked about your family. You wished so badly Tech would go back into one of his information dumps, just so the silence wouldn't be so stifling. Out of a gut feeling, you looked at him, he returned your gaze scrutinizingly, it was as if he sensed something was going on inside you.

"Tech?"

"Yes my dear? Is there anything I can do for you? I feel like I've made you sad."

You were surprised by his empathy, he didn't usually strike you as the kind of person who could empathize well with others, mostly because of his unnaturally high intellect and his matter-of-fact manner. Apparently you had misjudged him. You couldn't help it, you gave him a loving but sad smile. You slipped off your shoes, pulled your legs onto the couch and towards your body, leaning back, one arm on the back of the couch, the glass of wine in the hand of the other, facing him. He turned a little to meet your gaze. „Would you tell me something about your ship, the Marauder?“, you finally asked, hoping he would take your mind off of things again. His expression was surprised, brows slightly raised, eyes wide. „You know it's designation?“, he asked baffled. A little smirk tugged at the corners of your pretty lips. „I'm a barmaid. I'm always there when people drink and talk. They often just forget that I'm there or that I'm even a person, but I almost always listen to their little talks and some of the information tends to stick with me“, you explained truthfully. Tech frowned and it sounded almost a little defiant when he said: „I never do that! I'm always aware of your presence and the fact that you are a person never escapes my mind!“ You sighed with a smile and countered in a gentle voice: „That can't be entirely true sweetheart.“ „How so?“ he asked indignantly. „Because It was you sitting at the bar, talking to your brother Echo about the Marauder, when I first heard that designation“

His eyes went wide looking at you, before turning his gaze to the boots of his armor with a guilty expression, frowning.

„It's okay, Tech, it happens to pretty much everyone at one point. Even I myslef sometimes feel like I'm becoming part of the furniture or something, it's the automatism of the job sometimes. But I always enjoy listening to you“ He blinked but didn't look up at you again yet. „So It's not a burden to you like Echo implied before?“, he wanted to know sounding a little meekly.

„It's not a burden. Whenever you leave I keep looking forward for your next visit“, you admitted shyly. Tech finally looked at you with a smile. „So you want to know about the Marauder?“ he inquired, seeming eager. You nodded „Yes please“ and poured yourself a little more wine. He began to talk and the more he talked the more enthusiastic he became. It quickly became clear that the ship was not just a means to an end, it was his home. It was his refuge, his hiding place, his getaway vehicle and weapon, and the place where he practically lived with his brothers. The Marauder wasn't just a spaceship, it was family. After explaining a lot of data about the ship itself, Tech shared some stories of how many times the Marauder had saved the men's lives, how many times it had been damaged, had to be repaired, rebuilt and modified. You were sure he was an excellent engineer and a gifted pilot. At least two hours went by like nothing while you listened to his stories about the marauder.

When he ended with a funny little anecdote, he had you laughing, your mind free from any dark thoughts.

„I like your laugh“ he said „You are so beautiful when you laugh“

A blush painted your face in a rosy color and your gaze shied away. But his long and strong fingers slipped under your chin and gently forced your face upwards again. You were very surprised, to put it mildly, when his face was suddenly very close and his lips touched yours. For a second you forgot to breath and your heart skipped a beat. His whole body came closer, leaning toward you, forcing you back on the couch and into the sofa cushions. In a slight panic you remembered your lightsaber, hidden under your tunic. You grabbed for it hastily, let it slip unseen onto the floor and giving it a little push with the force to make it role under the couch. It was strange you felt a little uncomfortable still hiding yourself like this from him, but now was not the time for a talk about who you really were. You didn't want to kill the mood, not now of all times. He kept kissing you, practically on top of you. At some point your mouth oppened automatically, your tounge probed at his lips wich made them part. When your toungs met, he moaned into the kiss, as did you. At first he was a little sloppy, but eager, it didn't take long for him to find out how it actually worked. Slowly you realized this must have been new territory for him. But he was eager to be close to you and probably just did what he was feeling.

Without thinking much about it, you began to remove the armor from his blacks. He paused for a moment, but then began to help you. Piece by piece, the armor pieces fell to the ground. As you helped him remove the codpiece, you noticed that his hands were shaking a little. Surprised, you furrowed your brows in wonder and concern. The last piece of armor finally fell to the ground and he was wearing only his blacks.

You could clearly see the bulge in the pants of his blacks. His privates were more massive than you expected them to be. The sight spread heat between your legs, and you clearly felt your core pulsating in anticipation.

He came towards you again, leaning over you, gently pushing himself between your legs. Tech kissed you again, this time he knew right away what to do with his tongue, but kissed you much more carefully than before, as if he was nervous. Breaking the kiss for a moment, you asked him gently, "Is everything all right?"

His golden brown eyes looked at you with a blink.

"W-why? Am I doing something wrong?" he wanted to know insecurely.

"No, sweetheart, no! You're not doing anything wrong, you just seem a little nervous.“

He swallowed and nodded hesitantly.

"That's probably because I am."

You thought it was sweet that he admitted it.

"I've never been alone with a woman like this. Let alone been intimate with one." he confessed with a low voice. You smiled at him, of course you understood. An idea came to you and you said in a suggestive voice, "We don't have to go all in right away, Tech. There are a lot of things we could do to have fun before we actually do it. Would you be willing to let me take the lead for now? I think I know how we can break the ice." Tech nodded in agreement, whereupon you gently but firmly pushed him back. You asked him to sit down. When he complied with your request, you moved the coffee table a little to the side and began to undress. Slowly, carefully, suggestively but not overdoing it, it should seem suggestive but relaxed, you wanted to stimulate him but not overwhelm him. You started with your pantyhose, slowly rolled them down your legs and slipped out. His dilated eyes wandered along your every move while his mouth and throat suddenly became terribly dry. Hastily he quickly reached for his wine glass, took a sip and put it away again. His eyes were glued to you, fascinated, nervous, expectant.

Slowly you started to untie your tunic. When you finally let the fabric slide off your shoulders and to the floor, he seemed to grow smaller and smaller on the sofa, as if he was intimidated by your beauty.

"Relax, sweetie," you cooed softly and teasingly.

Tech realized that he was slumped over, he sat up straight and demonstratively straightened his shoulders. He wanted you to see that he was in control again. When you unclasped your bra, you could see him shiver with excitement. The bra fell to the floor, his gaze followed the garment, then he slowly looked up again and swallowed. His eyes hanging on your pretty breasts for a long moment. Slowly you drove with your elegant fingers, along your body, up to your breasts, embraced them playfully, played with the buds and moaned softly almost tenderly.

"Oh mesh'la..." it came hoarsely from his throat, bucking his hips like a reflex. As your fingers slowly moved back down and slipped under the waistband of your panties, his tongue darted out and he moistened his lips with a hungry look.

Lewdly you slowly pulled the thin piece of fabric down and finally stood before him completely naked.

He stretched out his arms to you with trembling hands, dilated pupils and a ravished look in his eyes.

On his face was pure adoration and lust.

"C-come here... let me touch you" he demanded with a slightly shaky voice.

You complied with his request, stepping closer to him. His face was at the level of your belly button when his hands landed on your hips. From there, his big, slender, strong hands moved to your back while he spread kisses on your belly with his mouth open.

You squealed in surprise as his hands abruptly shot down and firmly grasped your buttocks.

"I'd like to test something if you don't mind. I've read about it and would like to find out if it's true. Would you let me take the lead from here? If you don't like something I'm doing tell me and I'll stop."

Tech suddenly sounded so composed and determined that you automatically agreed and didn't even think about it. He grabbed your hands and pulled you closer to him while sliding down on the sofa. A little puzzled, you let it happen.

"Kneel down on the edge of the sofa.... yes just like that. Oh Maker... what a view..."

 A blush shot up your face as he finally sat on the floor with his back against the sofa, his head between your legs and the view he was talking about was your wet pussy. "Tech you don't have to...naaah!"

He interrupted you by grabbing your hips from below, pulling you down with a firm grip, towards his face, and immediately lapping at your womanhood with his lips and tongue.

"But I want to," he mumbled through your wet folds.

The vibration of his voice, rang excitingly through your abdomen. He playfully kissed your most sensitive spots, licked teasingly over your cleft only to thrust into you with his tongue the next second.

A moan that half resembled a scream came out of your mouth.

He laughed dark and dirty, sending more vibrations through your body, very content with your reactions.

Finally, his tongue found your pulsing, throbbing bud, he flicked over it, sucking at it, picking up the pace.

You tipped forward, your hands finding a hold on the back of the sofa and you clung to it so tightly that your fingers ached.

You could feel your juices gathering, mixing with his saliva.

One of his fingers nudged your entrance, then a second.

"Oh ... Tech... I...gnaah"

Finally he slid both fingers into your wet heat and began pumping them in and out, interrupting you as he did so.

"Fuck" it slipped from your lips.

He chuckled.

"You have no idea how much fun this is, especially when I realize you like it that much Cyar'ika. Keep making noises for me, will you? I want you to cum on my face."

"Oh Tech" you moaned and whimpered in helpless horniness as he intensified his ministrations. His fingers continued to pump inside of you while his mouth was feasting on your bud. You were a moaning, whimpering mess, rushing toward your climax.

"Tech...p-please I'm gonna.... I'm so close..." you slurred.

He picked up the pace even more, making you squeal and pant, drooling on the back of the sofa.

A vibrating buzz built up in your core that increased in intensity. With your climax, the buzz became an all-consuming tidal wave that swept you over the edge. Seeing stars, your muscles tensed, your cleft tightened around his fingers. He hummed contentedly and continued to work you through your climax. You moaned his name with trembling thighs, barely able to hold your own weight upright.

When his tongue began to overstimulate you, you jerked and squealed, "Tech! Too much... t-too much!"

"I know" he murmured against your bud "Just a little more, I like it when you twitch like that".

He held you in place while you twitched and shivered. Before you knew it, something new was happening. You let out a long drawn out moan as the arousal built up again very abruptly and rapidly.

"That's my good girl," he cooed, increasing the pressure of his tongue and lips on your sensitive bud again.

With a smooth, nimble motion he slid his fingers into your pussy again, pumping a little more forcefully this time, chasing you through a post-orgasm.

This climax was even more violent, shaking you like an earthquake, making you dizzy. Your teeth dug into the back of the sofa, almost desperately, and yet your excited scream was barely muffled by it. Probably the whole house had heard you.

When he finally let go of you, you let yourself fall onto the sofa, trembling for a moment. A thin film of sweat had formed on your skin. Your muscles were shaking, every single one of them, and felt as if they had been replaced by pudding.

Your breathing was heavy and as you turned heavily in his direction, he straightened to stand, wiping his chin with a wide very satisfied grin on his face.

"I suppose my services were satisfactory," he stated with a look at you in which there was amusement and adoration.

"You sly, nasty man!" you chuckled half jokingly "You said you'd never been with a woman before!"

His grin widened as he said "I haven't been. But I'm a very fast learner"

"You can say that again..." you muttered, trying to sit up.

Tech helped you sit up and knelt in front of you next to the sofa. With his index finger he pushed up his goggles on the bridge of his nose.

"I read that it's good manners to give a woman at least one orgasm before you actually make love to her. That being said, I thought it might relax you, considering I'm technically a good bit above average in size."

You blinked at him.

"That's... very considerate, a real gentleman."

Tech smiled at you devotedly, and your heart melted. How could you ever not love this face?! Your muscles finally stopped shaking and your breathing adjusted.

"Come here," you urged him.

Your fingers grabbed the fabric of his blacks, first the top then the pants, and with his help you stripped him.

Tech was right, he was bigger than average, a good bit. His member stood proud and erect in a gentle curve from his body.

When he wanted to join you on the sofa, you stopped him, made him stand in front of you, his magnificent erection right in front of your face.

When you looked up at him, through thick, dark lashes, you saw that he was blushing.

"W-what are you up to," he asked uncertainly. Your tongue darted out, licking over his tip, tasting the clear drops of his precum- a little salty. He jerked in surprise with a moan. With one hand you grabbed the base of his shaft, your tongue continuing to dance across his tip, making him twitch and elicit a whimper. He watched you wet your lips, open them and slide them over his tip and down his shaft as you took him into your mouth.

He moaned out, "Oh Maker g-give me strength...mesh'la..."

Tech felt the urge to grasp at you, but held back with all his power, afraid he might hurt you in the heat of the moment.

You took him in as far as you could, but even as you relaxed your throat, you couldn't take him in completely, but apparently far enough. One look at his face spoke volumes.

"Kriff..." he muttered under his breath "S-so good.... too good"

Your head went back and forth, sucking him off, making him tremble and pant.

"Mesh'la... gedetir... y-you have to stop... c-can't last long if you keep doing this"

His voice was shaky and his breathing ragged.

Agonizingly slow you released him from your mouth. He cupped your face with his hands.

"Mesh'la, are y-you ready for me?"

You nodded.

Between your thighs you were already wet again and pulsating desire throbbed in your core.

He smiled with a look veiled with arousal in his golden brown eyes. Tech grabbed your shoulders and maneuvered you into a lying position on your back with your head on the sofa cushions. Eagerly you opened your thighs for him in aroused anticipation to feel him inside you.

He sat down between your thighs, one leg over the edge of the sofa with his foot on the floor giving him more support for what was to come.

Tech looked down at you mumbling praises about your stunning beauty. He reached for the base of his thick member and lined up with your wet entrance.

You looked up at him, admiring his bronzed body. He was lean but steeled, hard muscles standing out under his skin.

"You are so beautiful" you cooed dreamily.

He blushed.

When he finally dived into you, long, slowly and deeply, he washed away every thought, leaving you with pure lust and arousal.

Tech looked down at the spot where your bodies merged and said in a husky voice, "Look at you taking me in, so perfectly." His left hand moved to your pulsating, sensitive bud between your thighs and began to caress it. His right hand moved to your face, stroking your cheek with a glowing look. As his fingers brushed over your lips your tongue shot out, licking them. Tech moaned softly.

You could taste yourself on Tech's fingers. Gingerly, he slid his index and middle finger between your lips. He expelled a stuttering breath as you began to suck on his fingers.

"Oh Mesh'la, y-you're so good to me". As he began to move inside you, he simultaneously increased the pressure on your bud. His hands on your body, his shaft inside you, the heat boiling up inside you- it was dizzyingly overwhelming.

It wasn't just lustful heat even though it was predominant, there was also an all consuming warmth.

You felt so drawn to him that the arousal merged with a feeling of pure happiness.

For a moment you wondered if you could ever explain to him in an understandable way what he was unleashing in you.

Was it love? Did you perhaps feel true romantic affection for the first time? Perhaps...

As he increased the pace, you were torn from your thoughts. A hoarse moan came over your rosy lips. You could feel him stretching your pussy, but it wasn't painful at all. It was delicious. With his foot on the ground he had the right anchorage to give his thrusts the right drive, making you whimper and moan by hitting that one special spot again and again with each thrust.

As you arched your back in ecstasy, his fingers slipped out of your mouth, his now free hand shooting down to your hip and gripping hard to press you into his thrusts.

"Kriff.... s-so good...mesh'la.... look at y-you... taking me so well, so good," he stammered in between panting.

You felt like your whole body was glowing and buzzing, tingling and sizzling with heat.

Your hands clawed into the sofa in a desperate effort to keep you grounded, as the intensity of everything you were feeling threatened to unravel your very mind-making you feel like your body could too any moment.

It was frighteningly wonderful.

Why was it so intense? Sex had never felt so intense before.

The question fastly dissolved into nothing.

"Harder, faster... Tech, fuuuck me" you mewled surprised by your own shamelessness.

He complied with your request. Obscene wet sounds filled the room, along with the sound of naked skin meeting naked skin in a fast rhythm.

"Y/N...I'm gonna.... I'm close..." he sounded downright desperate.

There was no way he was going to cum first, not if he could help it.

"I'm almost there..." you panted, feeling the hot knot in your abdomen about to burst and flood your brain with oxytocin.

Your thighs trembled with tension as Tech's cock pounded into you faster and faster.

Tears burned in your eyes as you let the ecstasy swallow you whole.

"Cum for me... Darling, cum for me," he repeated like a mantra.

Tech's name came over your lips in a groan, followed immediately by a scream that felt like a release from steel chains.

Your pussy twitched, tightening around his cock as the climax overtook you. All that passed your lips was an incoherent slurred, hoarse jumble of words.

A surprised grunt came from Tech's mouth as he felt your pussy tighten around him. His hips stuttered, his cock pulsed, and you felt him pump his seed into you, saying your name like a prayer of praise. He kept moving, slowing down, riding out your climaxes and finally pausing, breathing heavily

Quietly, he said as he found his voice again, "I knew that sex was described as intense and beautiful.... but this, this is beyond anything I could have imagined."

You giggled, completely overwhelmed and tired but also very satisfied and happy.

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He left your body. It felt strangely wrong, as if there was a void between your thighs that shouldn't be there.

Together, kissing, giggling and adoring each other, you headed to the bathroom to clean each other up. Afterwards, you slipped into a clean short tunic and panties.

"Do you want... me to stay the night?" he suddenly asked while watching you pull up the panties, fascinated.

With a smile, you looked at him.

A little unsure, he said, "My brothers don't usually stay overnight with.... their sexual conquests. However, I don't think they have any real feelings for these women either, especially since it seems to be a different one each time."

A little unsettled, you looked at him with your brows drawn together.

"Am I also just a one-time conquest?"

He looked at you aghast.

"What? No!"

You stepped closer to him, he was still naked. You looked up at the tall man. His golden brown eyes looked at you piercingly.

"Why would you think that?" he asked "I thought you clearly sensed that I have feelings for you."

You nodded slowly and he grabbed your face tenderly, to kiss you longingly.

"Please Stay" you whispered as the kiss ended.

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"What we did there was better than anything I've ever experienced. And I'm not just saying that. I don't know how it is that you reach such heights the first time, but then I remember who you are and I'm not quite so surprised anymore," you said from the bedroom where you were preparing the bed.

Tech was at the sofa, had put his blacks back on, and was going to gather up his armor pieces and get them ready so he wouldn't have to look for them the next morning.

"What do you mean by that? I'm afraid I don't quite follow you even if the first part of your statement is very flattering and relieving"

You laughed and pulled the fresh sheet taut. You wanted his first night in your bed with you to be perfect.

"By that I mean that it seems to me that you have a talent for mastering everything you try."

"Oh, that's what you meant. I...I um...thank you sweetie.... I...."

He didn't finish the sentence, it was suddenly awfully quiet.

"You what?" you inquired, coming into the living room.

The smile on your face froze when you saw him kneeling there by the sofa, in his hand a very familiar object - your lightsaber.

Your mouth and throat seemed to dry out in a heartbeat.

A piece of his armor must have slipped under the sofa, when he fished for it, he probably stumbled over what you had tried to hide from him.

He glanced at the object in his hand. You knew he had enough to do with the Jedi during the Clone Wars to know what he was holding. When he looked up and looked at you, his expression was very difficult to interpret.

"Is that... really yours?" he asked quietly, holding up your ligthsaber...

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Deviant With a Big Defect Pt.4

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

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Warnings: description of injury.

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Part 3

Reunited

A knock sounded on the barracks door for Unit 99, and Hunter answered the door. Hunter's back straightened instinctively when he saw Commander Cody.

"Commander Cody is there anything we can do for you?" Hunter asked nervously when he didn't see you with him.

"You boys might want to sit down." Cody said and walked into the room, and Tech collapsed into a seat at the table. "While on Geonosis (Y/n) encountered a Sith lord, and she fought him well. But she lost the fight. She's in intensive care right now, but I urge you not to go see her right now... It looks pretty grizzly." Cody told the boys and they all became quiet.

"She survived an attack like that?" Hunter asked and Cody nodded.

"It does not matter how bad it looks. I have to see her." Tech said as he stood up. Crosshair, Wrecker, and Hunter all followed right behind him. Cody sighed in defeat then turned back to the door.

"Fine I'll take you to her, but don't say I didn't warn you." Cody told them and led them to where you were suspended in a bacta-tank. Tubes and wires were attached to you in all directions, but those weren't what drew their attention. The gash across your torso and face, and your missing left arm.

"Is she going to be okay?" Tech asked as he sat down next to the tank.

"Yes, but she's going to be in there for a while. She'll be getting a prosthetic when she gets out, and she'll need to relearn a few things." Cody told them and Tech placed a gentle hand on the tank. His frown deepened as he continued to stare at you.

~3 Weeks Later~

Your eyes jolted open as you were pulled out of the bacta-tank and sat in a medical bed. Nala Se appeared at your side with Omega next to her.

"(Y/n), how are you feeling?" Omega asked and you coughed a bit since a breathing and feeding tube were just pulled from your throat.

"Eh. I'm tired." You told her and she frowned.

"Unit 99 has been in here almost every day since you were brought back." Omega told you.

"Where are they now?" You asked in a hoarse whisper, and she handed you a cup of water.

"They're taking their final exams now." Omega tells you and your try to shift your weight off of the bed.

"I promised Tech that I would be there to watch." You said and Nala Se pushed you back down onto the bed.

"We have much to do until you are clear to leave the medical wing." She says and you sigh in irritation. She sets your left stub on a small table and pulls up another tray with a prosthetic on it.

"I'm going to make myself an upgraded one I hope you know." You tell her and she nods.

"I figured you would want to. Which is why I'm only applying a temporary one for now. We replaced your eye before you were placed in the tank." Nala Se tells you and you look at her confused. "You lost your eye in the fight with Count Dooku." Soon enough you've got your temporary prosthetic on and you're allowed to leave the medical wing. 99 found you on your way out of the medical wing and decided to escort you to your barracks. When you arrived he left and you walked in. When you did you had four sets of eyes all staring at you in shock.

"(Y/n)!" Wrecker called out happily and pulled you into a bear hug. You yelped from the surprise hug and he laughed happily. "You look cool!" He says happily and you look away sadly. You peel away from him grab a pair of your blacks and go into the fresher. You close and lock the door and look at yourself in the mirror. The white of the cybernetic eye glares back at you, and you look away from your reflection. The sight of what you look like now was too much to think about. You quickly took a shower and put on the clean pair of blacks you brought in. You went back out and immediately picked up your datapad.

"What are you doing?" Tech asked and you looked up at him from your seat.

"I'm designing a new arm. Something better than this." You said as you gestured to your prosthetic that was holding your datapad.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Hunter asked.

"I've been in a bacta-tank for how long? I think I've rested enough, Cody will probably be barking to get me back out on the field." You told them and Crosshair looked at you in unease. "Something is bothering you."

"Why were you deployed first?" Crosshair asked.

"Because Nala Se had me take the Captain's test a while back, but I didn't know that's what it was. I'm assuming it was one of her experiments. Not sure what she was wanting to find out from it." You said. The door opened and Taun We walked into the room.

"(Y/n) there is someone here to see you. They said they came as soon as they heard of you waking up." She said and you set your datapad down, then followed her out of the room. Several clones stared at you as you passed by them, and you tried to ignore them. When you arrived at your destination Taun We made her leave, and you entered the room. Inside was Obi-Wan and Cody talking quietly. You cleared your throat and raised a brow at them.

"(Y/n)." Obi-Wan said when he caught sight of you. He made his way to you and inspected your healed wounds. "How did you survive an attack like that?"

"And why in the name of every living thing did you wake up to crack the worst joke ever?" Cody asked with humor.

"Because humor is my ally." You tell Cody who rolls his eyes. "To answer your question General, I was taught to fight like that." You tell him and he nods then waves the previous conversation away.

"Anyways, how are you feeling? You suffered a good deal of injuries before you finally fell." Obi-Wan asked.

"I feel fine. Just not a big fan of this." You say as you gesture to your face and eye. "But war has casualties and at least it was an arm and an eye, and not my life." You tell him.

"Yes, but it is still distressing." Obi-Wan says and you stiffen. Becoming hyper-aware that Cody is in the room and listening to everything that's said. Cody's com started going off and he looked down at it.

"I've got to go deal with something. I'll be back." Cody says as he makes his way out of the room.

"Well distressing is one way to put it, General. Different, and learning curve also comes to mind." You tell him. "I only just woke up today, and I already want to update my prosthetic. It's so boring." Obi-Wan chuckles and nods.

"Yes Anakin, my former padawan, is still trying to get used to his new arm as well. You might remember him, he was the one missing his arm in the hangar." Obi-Wan says and you nod.

"I know. Commander Skywalker." You say and Obi-Wan shakes his head.

"General Skywalker now. He passed the trials and is a Jedi Knight." Obi-Wan says.

"Ah pardon. I'm not very familiar with Jedi ranking." You say and he shrugs.

"I could say the same about army ranks." Obi-Wan tells you.

"Is there a specific reason you came to see me, General?" You ask him.

"Yes, Cody and I came to schedule your return. He has informed me that your Batch failed their last exam, and they're being sent through the training again." Obi-Wan said.

"Well, maybe the reason they failed is because I'm not with them." You reasoned.

"You already passed your final exams did you not?" He asked and you fidgeted.

"I did. However, I have to redesign and rebuild my armor. Mine was fried remember?" You ask him and he grimaced as he looked at the scar and your eye.

"I am aware, but you are technically under my command until your Unit is fully ready to deploy. I will allow you time to reconstruct your armor, but afterward, I want you to report back to the Negotiator." Obi-Wan said and you saluted him.

"Sir, yes, sir." You say and his eyes soften just a little.

"I am truly sorry I couldn't help you (Y/n)." Obi-Wan says and you shake your head.

"If I'm remembering correctly you tried to get me to stay behind... If I had who knows, maybe you wouldn't be standing here. So I will say I do not regret disobeying direct orders from my superior officer." You tell him.

"Alright. If you insist, I ask that you don't make it a habit." Obi-Wan counters.

"I will if the situation calls for it." You tell him. "May I return to my barracks so I can get started with my armor and my arm?"

"You may. I have a feeling Cody and I will be needed elsewhere. How long do you think it will take for you to finish your armor?" Obi-Wan asks.

"If Tech and I put our heads together... A few weeks max." You say and he nods.

"Very well. I will ask for an update once a week." Obi-Wan says and you nod.

"Yes, sir." You say and you leave back to your barracks. On the way back you hear snickering coming from another hall, and you look down the hall. A group of cadets seemed to be picking on another group of cadets, and you felt your blood boil. You marched up to them and looked down at the group. They turned to you and one nudged another the only thing you could hear was 'a member of the Sad Batch'.

"Captain (Y/n), cadets. I highly advise you get to your destination before I report your insubordination directly to Commander Cody." You threaten and the leader seemed to straighten at the mention of your title, and your older brother.

"Yes, sir." He said and motioned his unit to follow him. They all disappear around a corner and you turn back to the other group.

"Thank you sir. I'm Hevy." Their squad leader said. "I'm the squad leader for Domino Squad. These are Fives, Echo, Droidbait, and Cutup." He introduced the rest of his squad and you smiled lightly at them.

"Nice to meet you, but I'm on a bit of a time crunch. I've got to get my gear put back together so I can report back to my General in a few weeks." You said as you went to walk away again. You made it back to your barracks and picked up your datapad. Tech took a seat next to you and started helping you place the necessary components.

"So how long until you have to go back to your battalion?" Tech asked quietly to not wake the others.

"A few weeks maximum, and they're my temporary battalion." You tell Tech.

"Is that the time he gave you or a rough estimate from you?" Tech asked.

"You and I working together we should get my armor designed in a few days. Then the time to put it together will roughly take a week. My arm should be easy enough." You whisper and Tech nods. You both continue to work in silence with both of you comparing every once and a while. You look at the time a few hours before sunrise and nudge Tech. "You should get some sleep. You know how Hunter feels when we skip sleep for a project." You say and Tech hesitantly saves his progress and sets his datapad down. He goes to his bunk, strips out of his armor, and lays down to sleep. Within minutes he's quietly snoring and you smile to yourself as you continue to work.

This time on your arm instead of your armor. You tapped the table for a little thinking about what you wanted. Then it hit you as you were playing with the edges of your datapad. Your new arm could have a sconce inside of it, and a smaller version of a datapad on the top of your forearm. You nodded happily at this new thought and started piecing it together. The sconce would be retractable through a hole in the palm of your new arm. It would make it so all of the datapad attachments and your datapad wouldn't be necessary to carry anymore. You continued working on your arm and got so ingrained in it that you didn't realize the sun had risen. Until a pillow made harsh contact with your face. You saved your progress and looked up to find Crosshair smirking with his arms folded behind his head.

"Hunter's been trying to get your attention for the last 20 minutes." Crosshair says and you turn to the other side of the table where Hunter was sitting.

"What's up Sarge?" You ask him.

"Did you get any sleep?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Wasn't tired, and I've only got a limited amount of time to finish all of this." You tell him and he shakes his head.

"That doesn't mean you skip sleep for it." Hunter argues and you roll your eyes.

"I'll need to get used to it because sleep is most likely a luxury I won't have when I go back to the 212th. Cody is adamant that I remain his Captain until I return to this unit permanently." You say and he sighs. "No, I don't want to command your unit, Hunter. It's like I told Cody. When I get back you are my commanding officer." You say as you pick up your datapad again and continue to work on your arm. As you look at it you realize you've almost fully completed it.

"At least come and get breakfast with us." Hunter says and you sigh. You save your progress again then lock your datapad. You get up and follow them to the mess for some much-needed food. You were the last to sit down with your tray and you sat down next to Tech.

"What was the battle like?" Wrecker asks and you think back to Geonosis.

"There was a lot going on to be completely honest. Explosions, blaster fire, lightsabers, you name it it was happening. It was... Exhilarating." You say with a side smile. "But I was only in the main heat of the action for a moment before I ran off to track Dooku." You said and they nodded.

"And did it hurt?" Wrecker asks as he looks at your healed wounds.

"No Wrecker. I only lost an eye and an arm." You deadpan your sarcasm at him and he groans.

"No need to be sarcastic (Y/nn). Just a question." He says.

"I know, but I felt like it would've been obvious that it did hurt. A lot." You say then you take another bite of food. The conversation shifts to weapons and tactics. You finish your food right before everyone else, and you put away your trays then make for your barracks. You take the seat you were in before you left, and pick up your datapad again. You finish up your arm and smile to yourself. You save the design and then continue with your armor. Tech rejoins you and you sit side by side and continue to work while comparing notes.

"I'm only saying that if you continue the wiring through the armor then you won't beable to move your elbows." Tech states and you nod.

"I am very well aware, but I want to be able to reflect my surroundings. Effectively making myself-" "Camouflaged." You and Tech say at the same time.

"What if you special make your blacks?" Tech suggests and you quirk a brow.

"I hadn't thought of that. It's a good idea, and I will ask Nala Se to see if she can make it happen." You say and Tech nods. You set your head on his shoulder for comfort as you continued to work. It was later in the day and you ended up accidentally falling asleep. Tech turned to ask you a question and smiled when he saw you asleep. He looked over to Hunter who nodded. They both helped you up and took you to your bunk for some overdue rest.

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Rescue in Ryloth (complete, 670 words)

Teen | tw violence| one-shot | fix-it

The rescue of the Syndullas in Ryloth goes differently than it was planned

Rough Awakening (WIP, 9365 words of ?) ~~ Playlist

Teen | tw violence | 4 of ? Chapters | emotional hurt/comfort, whump, angst.

The Batch finally rips Crosshair away from the Empire’s clutches, but things don’t go so smoothly once he’s de-chipped.

On An Adventure (complete, 713 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 2]

General | no warning | one-shot | Fluff

On a rare stormless night, 99 and Omega go for a little adventure.

Tomorrow Is a Good Day for Someone Else to Die (complete, 1152 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 3]

Teen | tw referenced violence | one-shot | whump, bullying, minor injuries, blood

The life of Crosshair and Tech in Kamino as cadets has never been easy.

Seeing Red (complete, 1097 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 6]

Teen | tw canon typical violence | One-shot | whump, serious injuries, blood, pre canon

The Bad Batch goes on their first mission to the battlefront. Things take a sudden turn south.

We Don't Leave Our Own Behind (complete, 1469 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 8, 9 & 11]

Teen | tw at your discretion | one-shot | whump, dehydration, abandonment, season 1 finale fix-it

Hunter respects Crosshair's choice not to join the batch again, even if it's a karking ass-stupid decision. And yet, love, loyalty, and a tad of guilt —okay, okay… a lot of guilt— don't let him make the same mistake he did before, abandoning his brother.

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Or the one where the batch goes back for Crosshair after leaving him stranded on the landing platform in Kamino.

Claiming the Soldier (complete, 919 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 4]

Explicit [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT] | Tw sexual content | one-shot | smut, BDSM, femdom, male sub, x reader

You and Wrecker hit a life-changing milestone in your relationship.

More to come

On An Adventure (complete, 713 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 2]

General | no warning | one-shot | Fluff

On a rare stormless night, 99 and Omega go for a little adventure.

3 Long Days (complete, 1573 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Days 10 & 15]

Teen | no warnings | one-shot | whump, anaphylaxis, delirium

When Ahsoka falls ill, Anakin doesn't leave her side.

You're Still There, I know (complete, 2101 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 25] ~~ Playlist

Teen | tw at your discretion | one-shot | whump, angst, post order 66, mind control, canon divergence

Riyo feels like she lost the man she loves. If only Fox would talk to her and explain why.

How to Save a Life (wip, 4027 words of ?) [Whumptober 2022 - Days 2,3, 16 & 31 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Mind Control"]

Teen | tw at your discretion | 2 of 3 chapters | whump, angst, post order 66, mind control, post order 66, canon divergence, canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, sequel to You're still there, I know.

No matter how much he screams internally or how many times Fox tries to kill Palpatine, or how many times he blames himself for not realizing the enemy was under his nose all this time, nothing changes. His body remains out of his control, only moving when Palpatine finally dismissed him from the office. He walks out like the automaton he has become, his mindless body following the orders of the Sith Lord.

Riyo will die at his hand, and there’s nothing Fox can do to stop it.

Something In the Dark (complete, 2569 words) [Foxiyo Week 2022 - Day 1 + Whumptober 2022 - Day 10 (Alt prompt)]

Teen | no warning | one-shot | Implied Torture, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, mutual pining

Senator Riyo Chuchi and Commander Fox have an unexpected encounter in the darkness.

High Above the Ground (complete, 1513 words) [Foxiyo week 2022 - Day 3]

Mature | tw mild sexual content | one-shot | smut, fluff, domesticity, no order 66, slice of life

Fox's very good, even if a little frustrating, start of a day.

More to come

Kadala (complete, 1197 words)

General | no warnings | one-shot | hurt/comfort, fluff

Mando returns to the Razor Crest after finishing a job and gets help from the little guy.

Drifting (complete, 359 words)

General | no warning | one-shot | angst

Din has seen death up close more times he can count and escaped it just as many. This time, he might not.

Sandawuni Va Umtidagir (WIP, 1524 words of ?)

Teen | tw violence | 2 of ? Chapters | canon-compliant, missing scenes, headcanons

The life of Din Djarin, beroya of the Mandalorian covert in Nevarro, turns upside down the moment he accepts the commission from the client. The quarry he’s after is like any other he has hunted before. He doesn’t expect to form a bond for a lifetime, nor the things he’s willing to do to protect the foundling.

Ramaanla (1k words) [Whumptober 2022 - Days 4, 17 (alt prompt) & 19 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Hiding an Injury"]

General | TW mention of blood | one-shot | Whump, knees buckling, stabbing, hiding an injury, Mand’alor the reluctant

The duty of the Mand'alor is to look out for all Mandalorians. Sometimes, however, Din Djarin forgets to take care of one in specific: himself.

Magical Exhaustion (gifset) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 27]

Note to Self: Don't Get Kidnapped (gifset) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 30]

More to come

Help, I'm Alive (WIP, 2101 words of ?) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 14 & 31]

Teen | tw at your discretion | 1 of 2 chapters | whump, trapped beneath debris, serious injuries, disaster zone

Ezra had imagined many times that he’d die in the heat of a battle against the Empire; he’s had several close calls already. But in his wildest dreams, he never foresaw that his death would come when a temple fell on top of him.

Road to Lira San [Series] (wip, 12,577 words of ?)

PARTS: One ~ Two ~ Three

Teen | warning; violence | 3 of ? works | angst, fluff, canon-compliant, whuump

Agent Kallus never imagined that the day he gets stranded on the Genosian moon, Bahryn, with the rebel Captain Garazeb Orrelios is the day he starts a journey to redemption. The path is not easy, full of risks, but it might be worth it when happiness such as Alexsandr has never known is waiting for him at the end.

An Explosive Situation (complete, 1897 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 1]

Teen | tw canon-typical violence | one-shot | whump, hurt Alexsandr Kallus

After a solo mission to the planet Dela goes south, Kallus finds himself in a tight spot. The Spectres go to his rescue, but the actual saving turns out more complicated than expected.

Deconstructed Reality  (wip, 2.946 of ?) [Kalluzeb Minibang 2022] ~~ playlist

Teen | tw referenced torture and genocide, mind control, PTSD | 2 of 4 chapters | canon divergence, Bahryn with a different ending

What if Alexsandr Kallus has been a rebel all along, even if he doesn’t remember?

Running Out of Air (Complete, 1442 words) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 5 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Clawing at Own Throat"]

Teen | TW Violence | One-shot | Whump, strangulation, force choking, implied beheading, implied massacre, nightmares

Kallus faces his worst nightmare yet.

The Tables Are Turned (3.1k words) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 25]

Mature | TW Implied sexual content | one-shot | mention of BDSM, whumpers are the good guys and the bad guys are the whumpees, role reversal, psychological torture, interrogation

Captain Rhamis of the Imperial Army takes the night off to indulge in his vices. Little does he know that his evening will go very differently than he expects. Instead of satiating his base urges, he falls into a trap, where former ISB Agent Alexsandr Kallus and Rebel Garazeb Orrelios force information out of him.

More to come

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