#the bad batch x male platonic reader

[badbatch-badfics]

Padawan (TBB x Male Reader) Part 1

Part 2

Characters: The Bad Batch - Crosshair. Not much of Wrecker, mainly just meeting them.

Relationship: All platonic

POV: Mixture between 2nd (you/yours) and 3rd (he/him)

Pronouns: He/him, but referred to as they/them when identity is unknown to the Batch

Species: Unspecified, should be pretty neutral

Content: Angst?? Panic?? Introductions?? Beginning of found family??

Warnings: Panic attacks, minor injury description, thinking about your death (non-suicide), anything that would be in TBB normally. Possibly some lore inaccuracies. Cringe

Word count: 4,777

Notes: If you’re willing, please let me know if you think 2nd person or 3rd person POV is better, or if the combo is readable.

You balanced yourself on the beam, steadily walking across with eyes darting back and forth for anything that seemed of use.  Or, at least, a new pathway, or bridge, or anything that could lead you somewhere new, where there was the possibility of supplies.  Or food, or some type of communication device, or, quite literally, anything.  You weren’t picky, given the circumstances- couldn’t afford to be.  But in truth, there was little to no chance of finding anything new.  You’d scavenged through the ship countless times, and for the past…however long, there’d been nothing new.  You hadn’t missed anything from the previous ventures, no small creature had drug in anything from outside or from a part with limited access, nothing fell to reveal a hidden treasure of some sort.  Absolutely nothing.  But yet, each day you once again went out with a glimmer of hope- or denial- that there would be something.  Or maybe it was just a feeble attempt to focus your mind away from the events.  Not that it worked.

As the beam came across a body of water, you peered down to the pool, loathing at what was reflecting back- raggy, dirty, and bloody.  Kriffing Hell, I could be mistaken for a Tusken Raider with this shit-job of a covering.  Your normal Padawan robes, as well as ones from your Master, had been torn into several chunks, and wrapped around different limbs, as well as pieces of fabric from any corpses you’d stumble upon.  Layered on top of those was a poncho-cloak, barely holding on by a thread.  An oxygen mask hung limply around your neck, and was covered with a fine coating of dirt and grime, with splattered blood on top.  Bandages, cloth, and even animal pelts wound loosely around your head, leaving only small holes and strips for the mouth, nose, and eyes.  Your waist was adorned with a make-shift gear belt, holding a multitude of different bones- sharpened and shaped to become tools and methods of protection.  Your Lightsaber bumped lightly with each step, an eternal reminder to what happened- and as many bad thoughts as it brought, it would be an absolutely idiotic move to ditch the weapon.  Not wanting to look any longer, you pulled back your head and took a deep breath, continuing on.

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Rex led the squad of modified clones through the dirty, deserted and desolate hallways, shining a light so nobody fell to their demise.  The group talked about the war, inhibitor chips, and the like until they came across a large canyon, so to speak.  Rex, Omega, Tech, Hunter, and Echo all shimmied their way across, leaving Wrecker to go last.  “You can do it!  Just keep your eyes on the table,” Omega yelled encouragingly.  With a few grunts and a shake of his head, Wrecker began climbing the cable upside down.  Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, it couldn’t hold his weight, plummeting him down to the murky water.

The collective panic from all six clones shot out an incredibly large Force ‘wave’ to the padawan, of which felt as though he was being hit by a speeder bike head-on and then ricocheted into a Bantha.  The shock of realizing that someone- scratch that, multiple someones- were here, on the ship with him, at this exact moment was more than enough to cause (Y/N) to stumble backwards from where he was standing and trip over some debris, falling flat on his ass.  Once (Y/N) could gather that he and the strangers had a decent amount of space in between them, his breathing calmed- but not enough to be normal.

(Y/N) carefully got up, watching his foot placement, before turning to where he had been sleeping and recouping for the past few months.  His legs felt both stiff and shaky, his vision was blurry, and his breathing was ragged.  Once (Y/N) was finally in the small space that contained his very few belongings, he fell to the floor, backed into the wall, and curled up into a tiny, and rather pathetic, ball.  People were here.  (Y/N) didn’t know if they were good, or bad- or if they weren't much of either.  Didn’t know their motives, didn’t know anything.  When (Y/N) had prayed to the Force to find new things, this is not what he meant.  At all.

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Soon enough, and with several general or head-based injuries, all four men had their inhibitor chips removed.  Omega and Hunter were walking around, exploring this and that and whatnot.  Mainly because Omega would have done so anyway, but she most definitely needs supervision on the death-trap that is so humbly called a ship.  Unfortunately for you, the pair was getting awfully close to his “hide-out.”  Even worse, it seemed Hunter was aware of that as well.

“Omega…I think there’s someone here with us.  Stay close,” he whispered, pulling out his blaster.  Your breathing grew faster and more shaggy, and your vision clouded.  What could I do?  They’re in front of the only exit, and I haven't fought a person, or even touched my lightsaber in Force knows how long!  Considering the only way out, other than direct confrontation, seemed to be a 100+ foot drop- the choice was more or less clear.  You shakily stood up, grabbed the lightsaber which had been doing nothing else than collecting dust (and bad memories), and began to sprint as fast as possible, shoulder aimed at the door.  Dank Farrik, please- don’t let me die like this.

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Hunter jumped back, quickly grabbing Omega’s arm and pulling her out of the way with him.  And lucky he did, otherwise she may have been crushed by the metal plate that went flying as the cloaked figure stumbled and bolted.  Immediately, Hunter reached up to his comm and reported, “There’s somebody else on the ship!  His motive is unclear- just blasted through a door and ran- looks like he’s going for an escape.”

On the other end, Wrecker almost jumped out of his skin in excitement- “Finally!  Some action!”  Tech couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Wrecker’s interest in beating someone to hell and back.  After some more information was passed through, Wrecker and Tech had an approximate idea of where they needed to head in order to intercept the stowaway.  Since Hunter had said that the mystery person appeared to be running away, stealth was not an objective for the pair- running through loudly was acceptable.

(Y/N) was solely focused on getting out- not where the others could be.  Which was a terrible mistake- if you’re running away from somebody, it’d generally be wise to know where they are.  Tech could guess as much, and used it to his advantage.  Although he hadn’t gotten a full map of the ship, based on Hunter’s location report, the mystery person’s motive, and the ship being heavily damaged, he could make a reasonable estimate as to where the person would be.

To no one’s surprise, Tech was absolutely correct.  After instructing Wrecker where to go, they had each blocked the end of a hallway.  Wrecker had cut in front and faced the mystery person head on, grinning as cracking his neck, while Tech had stealthily followed from a ways behind.  By the time Tech caught up, the mystery person had already slammed to a stop and immediately turned around to exit the other end, but to no avail.

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You ran as fast as you could, and you really did try paying attention to your surroundings, but it was all utterly useless.  The intruders had pinned you.  One giant guy to the front, and one smart guy to the back.  Brains and brawn.  Your heart beat far too fast, feeling the thump thump in your head, being far too hot, and your vision was rapidly becoming smaller and more tunneled.

It didn’t help when the big guy spoke, and you realized they were clones.  Odd clones, granted, but clones, who, as far as you knew, executed Order 66, executed your Master, friends, your entire sense of familiarity and comfort.

You weren’t prepared for this- you hadn’t trained in months, or even used your lightsaber.  There was no means of escape, considering the second either of them saw you reach for a weapon, it would be over.  Running would do you no good, and if they had followed Order 66, talking wouldn’t do any good either.  It seemed you’d join the other jedi in whatever afterlife awaited.

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The figure fell flat on their ass and scrambled half-way backwards and half-way to the nearest wall after hearing Wrecker’s voice- they were shaking, sweat drenching their clothes all the way through, and, all in all, resembling a caged animal who knew it was done for.  A loud echo ran out as the figure roughly contacted the metal wall, and pulled their legs up, semi-resembling the fetal position, as their hands were still on the ground.

Wrecker and Tech slowly approached the figure, blasters balanced on their arms.  Both took notice of the shaky and rapid breathing, the occasional twitching, and how the figure seemed to be ever-so-slightly rocking.  This person was a very good actor, or nothing more than someone scared, who was in the very wrong place at the wrong time.  They both assumed the latter.

As Tech walked forward, he used his scanner to find the general age and species of the subject, brows furrowing as results came forward.  The figure was somewhere in between 15 and 18, was (chosen species), and, as more data was collected, Tech discovered that the figure was a Jedi.  Or, at the very least, someone with a high midichlorian count.  He stopped walking, lowered his blaster- not a lot, but just enough, and gestured to Wrecker to copy.  Wrecker made a grunt in confusion, not understanding.  Tech sighed and replied, “I do not believe they intend to harm us.  If my data is correct, they are a teenager, and most likely a padawan.  And it would seem they do not wish to engage through a fight, anyway.  Put your weapons down.”

(Y/N)’s head darted back and forth between the two, confused- was he safe?  They were clones- were they not going to execute Order 66, or at the very least, kill him as a simple intruder?  Just then, a third clone appeared- one with half the helmet white, the other black, with a few more details and some large red stripes.  He had a vibro-knife in one hand, extended outward with a curve, and his other hand, holding a blaster, rested on top of it.  “Hunter, I do not think they are a threat- at least, at this moment.  There has been no attempt to harm us as of yet, and they appear to be force sensitive, which would most certainly warrant an attempt to flee from a group of clones,” Tech informed.  (Y/N) slowly reached his hand towards the lightsaber on his makeshift belt, but didn’t quite grab it- not yet.  Hunter slowly put his weapons away and set down his helmet, a small hiss ringing out when he took it off.

He crouched just enough to seem smaller and slightly less intimidating, without looking like he was getting ready to spring up.  He extended his hands, walking slowly towards (Y/N).  “We’re not here to hurt you- we're not like the other clones– we’ve had our inhibitor chips removed.  You’re safe,” he spoke slowly and clearly.  Tech jumped in, “The inhibitor chips are what programmed the regs– the other clones– to execute Order 66.  So we don’t want to hurt you.”  Wrecker grunted something in agreement.

“Now, we have a functioning ship with us, and we can get you out of here- somewhere safe, or at least, more safe than here, okay?  We have food, water, medical care, and we have a place to stay where the Empire won’t bother us.  Let us help you.”  By the time Hunter had finished his little speech, he was only a few feet away from (Y/N), crouching down, now eye-level with him.  (Y/N)’s hand slowly came away from his saber.  This felt safe- he could sense it, more or less.  There wasn’t actually any danger, and the clone, who (Y/N) assumed was Hnuter, felt safe and honest– reminding him of the warmth and comfort the Jedi Temple, his fellow Padawans, his Master, all brought him.

(Y/N) tried to say something, but his voice caught and cracked horribly- a mixture of the panic, and having not talked to anyone in months.  He felt his eyes water behind the terribly dirty rags, which stung more than it should have.  “Let's start by getting those rags off you, okay?  Tech, bring over some bacta-spray and clean bandages,” Hunter instructed.  Tech did as he was told, fishing out some spray and bandages from one of his several pouches that lined his waist.  

Tech passed the supplies to Hunter, who indicated for him and Wrecker to go report to the rest what was happening.  He directed his attention back to (Y/N), calmly asking, “I’m gonna take off your face wrappings, alright?”  (Y/N) mumbling what Hunter assumed was an ‘okay,’ and felt his body go heavy and almost limp.  Hunter reached up, tenderly brushing against the Padawan’s face, swiftly untying the bounds of cloth.  He quickly used his other hand to bring the rest of it down, now draped around (Y/N)’s neck.  His face was dirty, caked in dirt, grime, and what appeared to be blood.  The mixture of paste, so to speak, was cracked and chipping, looking like a desert’s mud-crack.

Whether or not he meant to, Hunter grimaced at the sorry state of the Padawan.  He took his gloved hands to try and brush and scrape off the majority of the paste off, which was primarily successful.  After the layer of muck was removed, Hunter found one long gash, following the curvature of (Y/N)’s jawline, from just below the eye to just above his mouth.  It was inflamed and oozing, and was most certainly going to need stitches.  He held up the bacta-spray, and lightly spritzed it onto the wound.  A sharp hiss sounded out from (Y/N), who was now squinting his eyes.  Hunter mumbled some sort of apology before taking out the bandage and delicately, yet firmly at the same time, placed it on the gash.

“Are there any more major injuries we should worry about?  We can take care of the smaller ones on the ship, but still.  Better safe than sorry.”  (Y/N) shook his head no.  Hunter slowly stood up, and extended a hand, but (Y/N) just seemed to stare at it.  Slowly, though, the Padawan extended his own hand out, flinching and hesitating once his arm was half-way extended.  After a few seconds, though, he fully reached out and tightly grabbed the man’s hand.  Using the wall behind him, (Y/N) pushed himself up, legs shaky.  As soon as he was steady, (Y/N) ripped his hand away, bringing it close and pinning it tightly against his own chest.

Hunter commed Tech, instructing him to get everyone on-board the Marauder, and to try and use any spare pieces of clothing or blanket to form some type of clean cover that would fit the Padawan.  After what seemed to last forever, Hunter broke the silence- “So, what's' your name, kid?”

“(Y/N)...” he mumbled, quiet enough that only Hunter’s enhanced ears could make it out clearly.  The pair continued their walk through the broken up ship, eventually coming up to the ramp that led out to the Marauder.  (Y/N) brought his arm to his eyes, squinting at the sun- being far too bright, seeing as he hadn’t gone out of the ship in Maker knows how long.  Hunter took notice and briefly stopped, turning his head back to the teenager.

“You alright?  I’m sure I have something if you want to block out the sun for the walk,” he gently offered.  (Y/N) silently shook his head no, while slowly taking his arm down, bringing it back down to his chest, head and eyes solidly trained on the ground.  Hunter stared for a few seconds more, just to be sure, before continuing on towards the Marauder.

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Your head was woozy, your heart beating out of your chest, and you were simultaneously shaking, yet felt numb.  All in all, it felt terrible.  And perhaps even worse, you knew there was no real reason to feel this way.  You were finally safe.  And there was no possible way that the clones would turn and execute you.  They would have done so already, without a doubt!  Why would anyone go against direct orders, and pure convenience, just to make someone suffer more?  That would be beyond inadequate. And it just made you feel terrible for not trusting them, or at the very least, for being suspicious of them.  And now your head hurt more than before.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, but was no more than a five minute walk, the pair came up on the Havoc Marauder, in all its battle worn glory.  Echo was leaning on the frame to the entry ramp, draping a clean, albeit worn and torn, wool poncho over his scomp.  From the time Echo had spent with them, he gathered that the Jedi seemed to really like their ponchos.

As you and Hunter finally came up to the ramp, you froze.  Your heart got significantly louder, palms sweater, which, by the way, was never pleasant under the dirty rags, and your eyes began darting around.  There was only one way out, it seemed.  If the group did have ill intent, you’d be done for as soon as you set a single toe in the ship.  That was not a comforting thought.  Hunter could hear your heartbeat and smell your sweat (or rather, the reaction it has with your skin) from a mile away.

Alerted by this change in demeanor, he turned back to look at you- who was completely frozen stiff, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape and pulled downwards.  He may have been prepared for any mission the Republic gave him, but there certainly wasn’t any briefing on traumatized teenagers- let alone force sensitive teens.  Kriff, he barely knew how to socialize with the Regs, and it was a miracle he could bond as much as he did with Omega.

Echo, even with his lack of enhanced senses, could easily see Hunter’s predicament.  “How about you get the rest of the squad together, keep it calm for the kid.  I’ll go take care of this.”  Hunter silently nodded in thanks, brushing past his brother to head inside and start giving orders.  That he was good at, no matter the topic.

Echo slowly, but not too slowly, as that would seem like a predator circling its prey, walked down the ramp and stood just in arm’s reach of the Padawan.  You seemed to stare at each other for an eternity before he slowly handed you the poncho.  “Here… seems you Jedi like ponchos, and we had one lying about.  Hope it works.  Got some more fabrics up on the ship, if you need any.  And better med-kits, stuff to find infections or fevers.  In case.”  He spoke both in a calm and precise manner, and continued on, “Name’s Echo, by the way.  Yours?  If you don’t mind, anyway.”

You didn’t respond for a few more seconds, taking it all in.  Finally, you mustered up a small response, “(Y/N)... and thank you.”  Echo smiled lightly, extending the poncho out a  bit further.  Quickly, you threw off the old poncho, which wouldn't have lasted another week, and put on the fresh new one.  “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, at least around the arms and face, yeah?  We’ll be on another planet soon, and then you can get some proper fitting clothes.”

Echo turned and walked back up the ramp, making sure he could hear your footsteps following him.  A few steps after you had gotten in, and the ramp seemed to slam shut.  Realstickly, it was probably shutting for a while, but you hadn’t noticed it until it registered that there was no way out now.  And everything seemed so tight.  Sure, you had just been in a wrecked ship for Maker knows how long, but it was a big one.  Now, you were stuck on a much smaller ship, with however many clones.  Before the claustrophobia and feeling of complete despair could kick in, a small blond girl tugged at your burnt, calloused, and wrapped up hands, attempting to pull you somewhere.  Of course, given your larger mass, as well as training, you didn’t budge, not one bit.  You stared down at the young girl, eyes wide, yet blank.  To say it disturbed her would be an understatement.

“Omega!  I’m Omega, and this is Lula- Wrecker’s tooka doll!” she exclaimed, bringing your attention to a large stuffed…rabbit?  Or… loth cat?  It was hard to say.  It had a black body, with red sock paws, similar to the red tips on its ears.  The tooka doll sported some pattern of white, clearly resembling a face, with two red dots for eyes.  Distracted by the stuffed creature, she could successfully pull you, where she then disposed of you in someone's bunk.  She all but slammed Lula into your chest before running off, what, or who she was looking for, a complete mystery.

She came back with a collection of blankets, pillows, and snacks, and most certainly more than she could carry. Immediately, Omega got to work, bundling you like a baby in a blizzard.  You were too stunned to do anything, really.  What could you do, anyway?  After about two or so minutes of her layering, she paused, and frowned.  “How are you going to eat if your hands and arms are covered! Agh!”

She quickly began undoing her work, until your arms could be brought out, and then resumed the stacking of blankets.  All you could do was blink repeatedly, ever confused.  After another five or so minutes, she smiled triumphantly at her work.  “Perfect!  Here, have some mantell mix!” she said as she shoved a fist full of some clunky substance into your palm.  Looking down at it, mouth watering, you slowly reached down and plucked one of the misshapen balls, and popped it into your mouth.  And by the Maker, was it delicious.  Your eyes widened, and without a second thought, your hand flew to your mouth, sending the entire pile of mantell mix down your throat.  After eating random rodents, insects, and food that was quite possibly expired from the ship, this mantell mix was a blessing to your senses.

As you continued chewing and swallowing the treat, you leaned back against the hard wall of the ship, a quiet, content sigh escaping.  While it certainly wasn’t the most comfortable, it was ten thousand times better than anywhere you had slept on the Venator.  Lula was still resting across your chest, and Omega smiled proudly at your comfort before running off again.  Although it was muffled, you could hear her talking to one of the clones, before grabbing something and running back towards you.

“I was training with Nala Se and the medical equipment at the Kaminoan facilities, so I can fix you up!  Now, where does it hurt the most?”  She was a bit too excited about her ‘patient’ needing help, you thought.  It was cute, though.  The younglings and other Padawan at the Jedi Temple were like that, too– always eager to be the first to help, even in situations where most would never be joyous.  You supposed there wouldn’t be any harm in humoring the girl, even if she was, by all means, a possible threat, with everyone else on the ship.  I mean, if they did plan to harm or kill you, there’d be no chance of survival, so you might as well play along with the little girl.  Either your last moments wouldn’t be too bad, or you’d start bonding with your saviors.  Either version was a win, in one way or another.

Cocking one eyebrow, you raised a question– “How are you supposed to take care of me if I can’t move under all these layers?  That seems rather counter-productive, no?”  Her face molded into one of thought and consideration, nodding her head in agreement.  Before you could register her next move, she essentially lunged, quickly stripping you of the layers for the second time within the hour.  Now, the blankets all strewn around you resembled a porg’s nest, without the sticks and twigs, anyway.  Omega yanked your arm forward, a tad too eager, considering you should always be gentle with your patients.  Your eyes squinted, brows furrowed in a smidge of pain- Omega immediately noticed, and gave you a sheepish smile before apologizing and bringing it towards her more gently.

She carefully wrapped the bandages off of your arm, eyes widening at the…state of it.  Burn spots, blisters, scratches, bruises, and more littered the entirety of it, looking like it came out of a horror holo-film.  You stared at it rather intensely.  You had no clue it was this bad.  I mean, it hurt, obviously- you were in a crashed ship and had no proper care for however long.  Of course it was going to hurt.  But seeing it, that was still a shock.

“Umm… I should probably get Tech.  I’m not this good, I don’t think…” Omega whispered, frowning.  She scurried off, but you just kept staring.  How could you have let it get this bad?  Was all the training useless?  Or was it you?

Tech, the one with goggles and a plethora of gear, came over, holding what Omega had given him, and more.  His armor was still on, but the helmet had been discarded.  He bent down on one knee, and scanned over your body, checking for any and all injuries.  And, oh boy, did he have his work cut out for him.  Tech carefully took your arm in his gloved hands, and stared for a little bit before spraying a lot of bacta on.  You lurched forward, bringing your other hand to your side, in a feeble attempt to focus the pain elsewhere.  Your brows scrunched, and cheeks pulled down, biting your tongue in every attempt to not bother him any more.

“Let me know when it stops stinging.  Most of the bacteria should be gone, then.  We’ll still clean it out routinely, as they’ve been untreated for so long,” he spoke precisely.  After what felt like eternity, he was finally finished applying the spray.  “Hold your arm out.  Make it as level and steady as you can,” Tech instructed.  Fingertips barely brushing your skin, he brought the clean cloth around, wrap after wrap, from your palm to your elbow.  He took some smaller bandages and wrapped them around each of your fingers, leaving your entire arm covered.

You lifted up your other arm, and you both repeated the process.  Bacta, wrap, done.  He gestured at your legs, silently asking to both take off your shoes and life up your pants, to at least the knee.  There was a much larger and deeper gash on your left shin, courtesy of a falling metal plate as you finally managed to get some sleep.  “That��will need stitches.  Wait here.”  Not like you were going anywhere.

After what felt like hours upon hours, everything that was physically wrong with you had been fixed- or, at the very least, temporarily fixed.  Obviously, there weren't the best medical supplies on a smaller ship that had long left the army, and thus left behind the blessing that was gift-wrapped med-kits.  Finally, he gave you some type of liquid- not a lot, just a shot.  He could see the quizzical look on your face, and quickly explained– “It’ll help you go to sleep, for quite a while, and it’ll help reduce the pain.  By the time you wake up, we should be at Orl Mantell, where we’ve been staying.  Or, at least, close to it.”

In a fraction of a heartbeat, you downed the small glass and handed it back to Tech.  He ran one more scan on you, just to be sure, before getting up and heading to the cock-pit with his brothers and little older sister.  Your heart slowed, and your eyelids grew heavy.  That serum worked fast.  Half involuntarily, you fell face first onto the bed and drifted into the best sleep you’d had in countless rotations.

[skellymom]

Hey Skelly

You're taking requests? Oh I'd love to ask for one.

Could you please do a one-shot involving a reader and Hunter after Omega gets seriously injured on a mission (Bad enough to wind up in a Bacta Pod) and the reader has to comfort and reassure Hunter that Omega will be OK?

tysm, GenericFicer Hugs

@genericficerblog NICE! Another ASK!!! Thank you!

"THE INCIDENT"

The Bad Batch Hunter x Reader One Shot

Per more information (not included on this particular message):

So the reader is a male battle medic. It's all platonic The reader was a medic on Kamino. He had taken care of Omega after particularly bad tests (She has the scars to prove it) and he's protective of Omega because of her past with the Kaminoans

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: Star Wars canon violence, angst, swearing, explosion, physical injuries, coma, mention of human experimentation by the Kaminoans.

I was tasked to hang back with Omega and Tech on board the Marauder. Hunter EXPRESSLY ordered us to stay put. His thinking was to only bring the members necessary for the job: Hunter at the head of the group, Echo next to him and to share logistics on comm with Tech, Wrecker as the “heavy”, and Crosshair as lookout/cover fire. 

The job was technically low risk...but Hunter started having those “feelings” of his just before landing at our target.  

Omega protested when he told her to stay on the ship. She had been looking forward to going on a mission for awhile. Many a time she stayed behind on Pabu with Shep and Lyana. Since her rescue from Tantiss, Hunter was dead set against her going on any dangerous missions. 

Hunter’s words were “You’ll have plenty of time to fight with the Rebellion in the future. Won’t stay young forever.” 

She bristled at those words. Then forgave him immediately after. 

They LOVE each other so much! 

But ever the doting dad, Hunter relented this time. She had eventually wore him down. 

Oh...getting ahead of myself...who am I? 

Hello. I’m Y/N. The Squad Formerly Known as Clone Force 99’s Medic/Backup Heavy/Or Whatever They Need Me For. I can patch up just about ANYTHING with the bare minimum of supplies. Sometimes my methods are unorthodox, per Tech’s opinion, but effective.  It’s saved our butts a few times. So, they let me come along on every mission. 

Plus, having known and taken care of Omega while on Kamino helped. 

And the fact that Crosshair took a liking to me immediately sealed the deal. We both speak fluent sarcasm. 

But...back to the mission... 

“What’s taking SO LONG?” Omega fidgeted in her seat. 

“My guess it is due to Hunter detecting an anomaly, they are taking their time.”  

Tech and I were attempting to play a few rounds of Sebacc. I’m HORRIBLE at it. He thinks he can help me improve my game. I’m struggling currently. 

“Safety first. No need to rush into trouble...especially since we seem to find it easily enough.” I threw down my cards. 

Tech glanced at them and frowned.  

“I totally messed up that hand too, huh?” 

“Well, it’s not a strategy I would have used...” Tech trailed off. 

“You’re being too nice.” 

“Shall I explain in detail the best plan of action for this hand?” 

“Can’t stop you. Just infodump me anyways. Maybe I’ll retain SOMETHING this time.” I LOVE to tease Tech. It was difficult in the beginning. Most of it just went over his head. 

This time, he just grinned at my cheekiness and launched into it. 

Omega continued to fidget in her seat behind us. 

“...and THAT is why you should have held onto those cards until the end.” Tech finally finished his tutorial. 

“I... THINK I got all that? My brain hurts now. How ‘bout I switch with Omega.” 

“That will be sufficient.” Tech looks up and glances behind me. 

Then his face froze. 

I quickly swung around to see Omega missing from her seat. 

“OMEGA???” I called through the ship.  

Nothing. 

“Oh SHIT!” 

“INDEED!” Tech immediately radioed Hunter that Omega slipped out of the Marauder and is probably enroute to them. 

I grabbed my med pack and ran out of the Marauder before he could stop me. 

Omega used to sneak away A LOT on our previous missions. Probably one of many reasons why he wanted to keep her back on Pabu until she matured a bit more. Of course, he feels guilty...the Kaminoan’s keeping her locked up in their home world. He didn’t want to clip her wings.  

“TOLD YOU to stay on the ship!” Hunter’s voice fills my ear comm. 

“I can’t just assume that Omega finds you somehow and is safe.” 

“Don’t need ANOTHER person in danger. Go back to the ship.” 

“Well...is Omega with you?” 

“...no.” 

“She SHOULD have been by now...AND I’m NOT going back.” 

Hunter’s tired sigh. “Well, then... 

He never finished his sentence. 

A flash of intense light... 

I awoke thirty feet away from where I was standing. On my back. 

My head hurts...all I can hear is high pitched whine in both ears. 

Sit up dazed and look around at EVERYTHING obliterated and on fire. 

Torn remains of whatever was left of the trees and outbuilding I was near... 

...two small legs sticking out from under smoldering wreckage. 

I lurch up to my feet and limp over. Grab the unidentifiable thing crushing Omega and try to pull it off her. 

It’s not budging. I frantically keep trying. There's NOTHING else in this world except me and this huge THING on top of her that I cannot seem to move. 

Sweating, my hands are raw, my eyes are wet, there is blood dripping down my face... 

Is it lacerated? Could it be my eardrums are ruptured? I don’t know.  

I just know I HAVE TO GET THIS THING OFF OF HER! 

Push, pull, kick... 

Then the wreckage flew off her like it weighed nothing at all. 

Wrecker is next to me. He freed Omega and put a hand on my shoulder. Hunter grabs her up. Echo is trying to speak to me. 

But I can’t hear anything at all. Just that damned whining in my ears.  

I can lip read though... 

He’s telling me to get back to the ship. 

Echo runs ahead with Hunter.  

Crosshair grabs my arm, dragging me along. He looks extremely worried. 

Whatever happened or if we even achieved our objective, I don’t know. 

Hunter sets Omega down on a bunk. He’s beside himself emotionally.  

I can feel the Marauder take off world.  

My hearing is still impaired, but the whining is less pronounced. 

I gently nudge Hunter aside and open my med kit. Pull out the bacta...but it won’t be enough... 

...she needs a tank. Her burns and lacerations are too numerous and severe. Still breathing and regular heartbeat, but unconscious.  

I am doing the best I can with what supplies are on hand. Putting her prognosis out of my head for the time being. 

We make a pit stop at a Rebel Base on a hidden moon. One with an extensive medical facility.  

Echo radioed ahead. As soon as Tech lands, the staff enters the ship and whisks Omega away. Hunter and Wrecker run after them. Echo runs in another direction...I’m assuming to report his intel to the Rebels. 

I stand at the bottom of the gangplank and watch them leave.  

Tech stares at me strangely.  

I shrug...and a horrible twinge of pain erupts from my upper back. My face feels sore too. 

Crosshair mumbles something. 

“WHAT???” I must be screaming but can’t hear anything. 

He mouths “your back” and points.  

I try to reach behind me to feel it.  

Tech grabs my hand and nods “no”. 

They both immediately took me to medbay. 

I’m treated for multiple facial lacerations, on top of first-degree burns. Missing some of my eyebrows. And, like I guessed bilaterial ruptured eardrums. 

Oh...and the kicker: A 12-inch piece of metal sticking out of my back. Had NO idea it was there.  

Adrenaline is a HELL of a hormone. 

Tech left to confer with Echo over intel and our next move. 

Crosshair stayed with me during the surgical removal of the metal. I demanded to be awake and requested a mirror to watch the whole procedure. 

The doctors were horrified but complied with my request. 

Crosshair held the mirror. He also asked to keep the metal once removed...to frame and hang up back on Pabu. 

“You're NOT like the other kids.” I quip. 

“Neither are you.” he winks. 

They won’t let me walk out of medbay. It’s the sedatives and painkillers, of course. I wouldn’t let me walk, either.  

Crosshair pushes me in a hover chair. We head over to the bacta tanks to check on Omega. 

She’s stripped down to a medical binder and med panties. Tubes to feed, breath, and eliminate. Floating in the tank, the extent of her injuries is very apparent: Second degree burns, multiple lacerations, a broken arm, a few broken ribs, and a head injury. Her hair had been clippered off entirely for cleanliness and most of it was charred.  

Omega was also put in a medically induced coma to aide her recovery. 

Hunter, sitting in a chair, has his arms around the bacta tank. He’s basically hugging it with his forehead resting snugly against the glass. 

“I shouldn’t have let her go. Blame myself.” He mumbles. 

Wrecker puts a hand on his back for comfort. “She’ll be ok Hunter. They said we got her here in time.”   

Then he looks shocked when he sees my face. 

“OH MY MAKER! Where are your EYEBROWS?” 

Still can’t hear very well, but I can DEFINITELY lip-read Wrecker. 

“Look what medical pulled out of him!” Crosshair proudly dangles a clear plastic bag containing the metal shard. 

Wrecker is transfixed. 

Hunter is devastated. “I MISSED that??? Didn’t even register you were injured...looked right at you...” 

Like a man lost and questioning EVERYTHING. His focus had been solely on Omega. 

“Aw...they couldn’t kill me. Don’t think I’ll be attracting any ladies with my perpetually surprised look though.” Trying to lighten the mood. 

“You can’t hear ANYTHING, can you?” Crosshair looks me in the eye. 

“Barely...why?” 

“You’re so LOUD.”  

“You should talk, Wrecker.” Crosshair sneered. 

“That’s how I know!” Wrecker rolled his eyes at his brother. 

Hunter looked even more guilty, hanging his head. 

“Hey guys...” 

Wrecker and Crosshair stopped whinging at each other. 

“Can I have some time alone with Hunter?” 

They both nodded and wandered off to find Echo and Tech. 

I nudge the chair over closer to Hunter and look at Omega through the glass. 

She’s so tiny in that big tank. So beat up and bruised. The lighting in the tank leaves NOTHING hidden. Even the old scars from her time on Kamino. The “experiments” according to the Kaminoans. Things they did to her before her brothers took her away.  

Things she never really spoke about with even Hunter. 

Things I only know about since working so closely at the facility on Kamino. A little girl who needed someone to comfort her. This was before her brothers were ever aware of her presence. 

“Her prognosis is very good, yes?” I broke the ice. 

“The docs say she’ll have to spend close to the next month in this tank.” Hunter’s voice cracked. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” 

“I knew better! Why is it SO HARD for me to say no to her???” 

“Because you love her. You know she’s strong. You also know she’s still a child. If it makes you feel better, she snuck out ALL the time on Kamino. The Kaminoan’s would ask me to go look for her constantly.” 

“More of an argument to have left her on Pabu.” 

“You REALLY want to be at fault, huh?” 

“I’m responsible for...” 

I cut him off. 

“YOU CAN’T CONTROL EVERYTHING, HUNTER!” I winced. Moving too much with my exasperation. The sutures on my back were straining...and wet. 

Hunter stood up, glancing at my back. He could smell it. 

“Strike through?” I asked. 

“Yeah...just a little blood. You need to lie down and rest.” 

“That’s gonna be hard. Not supposed to lay on my back...and my face isn’t going to feel great against the pillow. How about I just stay sitting in this chair with you?” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah. I know you don’t want to leave her alone while she’s in this tube.” 

"Thank you. Honestly...I should say that more often. Y/N...you've really saved our butts a lot of times...I'm grateful to have you in our squad...family." Hunter cracked a small smile.

"Of course! Man...you are MY PEOPLE!" I beamed back. They really are. I'd go to the ends of the universe for every one of them!!!

Hunter's smile was so warm and genuine. But it lasted very briefly. His face became pensive again.

He was silent for a while...thinking. 

“Technically she’s asleep? Is that what a coma is like?” Hunter asked. 

“Kind of. The doctors are monitoring ALL her vitals constantly. And if anything is off, they can immediately see to her needs. Besides, the coma is just for the next 24-48 hours due to her head injury.”  

“I see.” 

“She’ll come through this. You clones were made to withstand a LOT of physical trauma. Stuff that would kill a regular human.” I added. 

“It’s not necessarily the physical stuff I’m worried about.” Hunter motions to the faint old scars on Omega’s body. “When she does wake up...she told me she has fears about being in a tube like an experiment.” 

“Tell her she has nothing to fear.” 

Hunter looks at me strangely. 

“People in a coma can still hear. Talk to her, Hunter.” 

He nods. Then directs his voice to the speaker on the bacta tube. 

I sit back and relax in the chair, watching this man...a brother, a parental figure speak to his child. 

He’s doing the best he can with what he has. 

We are all doing the best we can... 

...hanging on with HOPE. 

It’s the only thing holding the galaxy together right now... 

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could you write tbb helping a trans/ftm reader out with their dysphoria? It’s okay if not, I know an anon gave you shit for writing about trans stuff but honestly as a trans person I’m grateful you write things for different types of readers.

Body Dysphoria

All Bad Batch Boys X Trans (female-to-male) reader

The boys help you with your body dysphoria.

warnings: mentions of body dysphoria, transitioning, insecure reader and mentions of self doubt but comfort from the boys. Platonic or romantic relationship, you decide.

A/N: sorry for the delay anon. And thank you for the support, hope this is okay - I’ve never done anything like this before and ngl, I don’t think I’ve hit the brief very well but regardless enjoy ♥️

Echo

Echo was the first to notice a difference in your behaviour. He had seen the way you would purposely ignore mirrors or any reflections and it was hard to watch sometimes. So one evening, he pulls you aside for a chat.

“Hey, are you doing alright?” You glance at the hand he rested on your should and quip a eyebrow at him, a little confused.

“Yeah, why?”

When he told you that he saw you avoiding mirrors, you suddenly grow a little shy. “Oh, you noticed that?” You mutter, rubbing your hand against the back of your neck.

Echo smiled softly but nodded. “Wanna tell me what that’s about?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug although you were well aware, “I just… I don’t feel how I want to feel.”

“And how is it you want to feel?” He promoted you gently to which you inhaled deeply and shrugged shyly.

“I guess I kinda want to feel how you do. More masculine, I don’t know.” You avoid eye contact with him, almost afraid he would have a disgusted look on his face but as he takes a step closer to you, placing a hand back to your shoulder to which you meekly look up at him.

“If that’s what you want, there is nothing here to stop you. Do whatever it takes to make you comfortable. Safe. Happy.”

Hunter

“You are aware that’s my shirt, right?”

You freeze, eyes wide and turn to face Hunter as he caught you holding his shirt up to your body and imagining yourself in it.

“Kriff, sorry.” You mumble apologetically, folding up his shirt and placing it back on his rack and turn to see his curious gaze.

“That’s alright but can I ask what you were doing?”

Your stomach churns and you really couldn’t come up with any excuse other than the truth which you just weren’t willing to share just yet. However, you had a feeling that Hunter already knew.

He takes in your silence and nods slowly. “Well, which one do you want?”

You blink at him, mouth parted and shocked evident on your face. “Oh I uh-.”

Hunter grabs a blue shirt, one he rarely wears and hands it over to you. “How about this one?”

For a second, you felt emotional. Hunter didn’t even question why you wanted one of his shirts but over the last few weeks he had sensed a change in you. One that left you excited but a little nervous.

You take the fabric into your hand, gave Hunter a gracious smile. “Do you think blue will suit me?”

“You tell me,” he leans against the wall with his arms folded, “or we could go out and buy some new clothes for when you’re ready to…you know.” he trails off, unsure how to approach the topic but nonetheless you’re appreciative of his silent support.

He had noticed your internal battle for a while, noticing how uncomfortable you are with your now old clothes. And as he saw you as someone he held dear, it was his duty to make you comfortable if you were to travel the galaxy with him.

Wrecker

“Are you okay?” For someone so loud and boisterous, Wrecker had such a gentle whisper.

You tilt your head to the side, looking over at him and raise a brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, you just uh… not been ya self lately.” He rubs the back of his neck, almost sheepish to ask you that question in the first place. But, he wasn’t wrong. You had been feeling rather low in yourself lately and if you were going to talk to anyone about it, it would’ve always been Wrecker.

Quietly you sigh and turn over fully in your bunk to face Wrecker whose was opposite yours, keeping voices hushed so you don’t wake the others. “If I tell you something do you promise not to tell the others?”

Wrecker chewed on the inside of his cheek, knowing that this question in itself was a challenge but nodded. “Sure.”

You take a deep breath before saying, “I don’t feel myself lately. I’ve been tossing and turning the thoughts around in my head for a while now but I’m just a little uneasy when it comes to my gender.”

Wrecker takes in your words and there is a subtle hint of confusion across his face but waits until the words have fully sunk in before speaking. “Are you telling me you feel more like a guy?” He was blunt in his question but as it was Wrecker you could only snort a laugh before slowly nodding.

“A little, yeah.” You then reply sheepishly which only broadens the smile on Wreckers face.

“Well, if that’s what you feel like or want to be then what’s stopping ya?” He grins at you and suddenly that unease slowly started to fade.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “it’s still rather new to me but I just feel like I would be more comfortable as a male than I would be female.”

Wrecker sits up on his bunk and gently reaches across and places a hand on top of yours, a sign of soft comfort. “Don’t feel down about it. We’re all gonna support ya no matter what you decide. It’s your body and your life. Do what ya want with it! I don’t know if it’ll help but if you want to start wearing some of my clothes ya can.”

Despite the fact you don’t think his would fit you, you’re more than grateful that Wrecker was doing everything he could to make you feel at ease about your new found identity. It may be a long journey or maybe even a short one, you’re just glad Wrecker would be there every step of the way.

Tech

“Am I correct in identifying that you are having struggles with your gender identity?”

The question pours out of Tech’s mouth with ease so much so it sends tingles up and down your arm. “How did you…?”

“I have been assessing you silently for a few days now and done much research on your symptoms,” he says simply, pushing his goggles up his nose as he sits across from you, “and if I am correct after noticing your sudden mood shift, you are showing signs of dysphoria.”

You blink at him and let out a somewhat nervous laugh. “So because my mood is a little low you just assume it’s because I’m uncomfortable with my gender?” You counter, trying to play it off and hint that he was wrong but Tech was smart. Very smart.

“I am sorry if I am wrong. But, upon my investigation you have altered your appearance, behaviour and interests to make you comfortable. Am I incorrect?”

You chew on the inside of your cheek before nodding slowly. “No, you’re right.”

“As I suspected.” He taps something into his data pad and then looks up at you again. “Are you feeling depressed? And if so, is there anything I can do to help? Anything I can change in the ship to make you feel comfortable? Perhaps I could locate a place where we both - unless you want to go alone - could discuss this topic in regard to your gender identity and how to make you feel more your true self. Of course, this is if it is something you want to do.”

You stare over at Tech as he listed solutions to fit your best interests to the point you almost got a little emotional. “Tech,” you cut him off softly and he stops his rambling, looking up from his device and tilts his head at you to continue, “this means a lot to me. I’ve been struggling a while to understand who I wanted to be and to know that you support me means a lot. Thank you.”

“You are welcome. Should I be aware of any change in your pronouns by the way?”

Crosshair

Crosshair was always a silent observer so it was fairly quick to spot a difference within you. You had withdrawn yourself from the others and more than once he had seen you looking at the more masculine than feminine products and items.

One day, you’re in the cockpit and staring off into the lights of hyperspace when you hear some shuffling and then see Crosshair sit on the seat opposite yours. “I’ll bite,” he starts, catching you off guard but you turn to look at him in confusion, “what’s going on with you?”

“Erm, nothing?” You reply, a little lost at what he was getting at but as his dark stare lingered on you the more it began to sink into your mind that he had caught on to what you were up to.

Crosshair scoffs and folds his arms across his chest and shakes his head at you. “Terrible liar.”

You stay silent and go back to looking at the view of hyperspace, unaware that you were now messing with your hair which caught the attention of the Marksman.

He bites on his lip, contemplating what to say next. “Why don’t you go get it cut to how you want it?” Suddenly your fingers stop messing with the strands of hair and you side-eye him before shrugging your shoulders.

“I don’t…” you trail off, a little cautious about telling Crosshair how you were truly feeling incase he judged you but then again, he was the one who noticed and the one telling you to change how you look, “I don’t know anywhere that will cut it how I want.”

Crosshair hums, now gnawing on a toothpick when an idea pops into his mind. “I’ll cut it for you.”

“No.” You say with a short laugh, adamant that Crosshair wasn’t to come near you with a pair of scissors to cut your hair at all.

“I’m a good barber.” He declares, almost insulted that you refused his help but you can’t hide the smile of amusement on your lips. Crosshair stands and starts to rummage around until he approaches you with some scissors. “I cut Hunters hair sometimes.”

You blink up at him, actually shocked that he was willing to help you with something that you found important - something that could definitely boost up your self esteem. “Really?”

“Really. Now come on, sit on the chair sideways on.” He ordered but not in a way he was forcing you, he was giving you the option and a sudden wave of excitement washed over you.

As you let him begin the process of cutting your hair, every snip was like a weight being shrugged off your shoulders and a warm hug at the same time.

His fingers are precise, making sure that every move was perfect. You even had to stop your face from burning when he kneels down in front of you, face close to you as he cuts the front of your hair.

“Alright, I’m done. What do you think?”

You stand up and grab the mirror he held out to you, a smug smirk on his face as with shaken hands you lift the mirror to your face and your eyes immediately widen. It was perfect.

“Oh my goodness, Crosshair I-.” You cut yourself off, fingers raking through the shorter locks.

“Told you I was a good barber.”

In a moment of pure happiness, you turn to Crosshair and wrap your arms around him and force him into a hug. “Thank you. So much.”

Crosshair is surprised by the contact but gently pats your back. “It’s alrigh’. If you’re gonna be a soldier, you gotta be a confident one no matter who you are.”

“Does it bother you that I want to be different to who I was before?” Your voice is laced with nerves but it was Crosshair who put those nerves into the ground.

“If it makes you happy, why give a fuck what others think? You’re still amazing in my eyes.”

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rules & masterlist

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Masterlist

Key:

fluff - 💐

smut - 🔥

angst - ❤️‍🩹

in-progress - ⏳

complete - 🏆

requested - 📝

Monster!AU - 🎃

OC Masterlist

The Batch

Love Languages Headcanons 💐🏆 3.2k | gn!reader | exactly what is says on the tin

What You Need (Echo x f!reader x Hunter) 🔥⏳ Part 1 | Part 2 11.4k and counting | f!reader | Being friends with benefits with Echo has been great, but you can't get Hunter out of your mind. Thank the Force that the Bad Batch boys know how to share.

Hunter

Miscommunication ❤️‍🩹🏆 4.6k | gn!reader | Hunter isn't good with relationships, feelings, any of it. Instead of just asking you how you feel, he misinterprets your relationship and nearly pushes you away completely.

Waiting Game 🔥🏆 3.2k | gn!reader | Hunter has tried to push away his feelings for you, but it comes to a head when you get tired of waiting for him.

Second Chances - Masterlist ❤️‍🩹💐🔥⏳ 109k and counting | gn!reader | You're trying and failing to outrun your past, the shadow of the Empire looming large in your reflection. When you meet the Bad Batch, you clash with Hunter—but there's something else there, something softer, if only the two of you let yourselves acknowledge it. You want nothing more than to build the family you've never had, and you find a similar desire in the sergeant of Clone Force 99. But will your past be too much for any of you to bear?

Restrained 🔥🏆 478 | f!reader | Hunter finds himself restrained and at your mercy.

Midnight Masquerade - werewolf!Hunter 🎃🔥 4k | f!reader | werewolf!Hunter + kinks: predator/prey and knotting

Endure and Survive ❤️‍🩹📝 510 | gn!reader | Kiss prompts: “desperate kiss as if they are convinced they’ll slip through each other’s fingers” + “a kiss where they’re both covered in blood”

So Good For Me 🔥📝 484 | f!reader | Smut prompt: "so good for me. look how much you came."

Need This 🔥📝 319 | f!reader | Smut prompt: "let me stay like this in you for a little bit"

Lessons in Anatomy and Affection 🔥🏆 2k | f!reader | You decide to put Hunter's anatomy knowledge to the test.

Tell Me ❤️‍🩹📝 1.2k | gn!reader | Smut prompt: "you're mine, and I take care of what belongs to me."

Nervous Love 💐📝 1.9k | gn!reader | You're nervous about telling Hunter how you feel; turns out, he is too.

Crosshair

She Knows (And I Know She Knows) ❤️‍🩹🏆 774 | f!reader | Crosshair isn’t the same man he once was. He won’t stop you from leaving, knowing it’s for the best.

Take a Chance (Right to Love Matchmaking AU) ❤️‍🩹💐🏆 Part 1 | Part 2 8.4k combined | f!reader | Crosshair finally caves and sets up an appointment with Right to Love. He doesn’t expect much out of it, but what he gets is softer and brighter than even he could ask for. 

Midnight Masquerade - vampire!Crosshair 🎃🔥 2.6k | f!reader | vampire!Crosshair + kinks: mind control and biting/marking

First Kiss ❤️‍🩹💐📝 1.4k | gn!reader | First kiss with Crosshair with prompt: "don't you dare tell anyone about this." "wasn't planning on it."

Bet 🔥📝 1k | f!reader | Kiss prompt: "a kiss to prove a point"

Please Stay with Me ❤️‍🩹📝 696 | gn!reader | Kiss prompt: "a kiss to convince the other to stay"

Uncertain Tomorrows ❤️‍🩹📝 688 | gn!reader | Kiss prompt: a possessive kiss in the rain

Echo

Midnight Masquerade - siren!Echo 🎃🔥 2.6k | gn!reader | siren!Echo + kinks: formal wear and voice

Tech

Midnight Masquerade - mad scientist!Tech 🎃🔥 3.4k | gn!reader | mad scientist!Tech + kinks: forced orgasms and erotic electrostimulation

Use Your Words 🔥📝 437 | f!reader | smut prompt: "remember you asked me to be rough"

Wrecker

Midnight Masquerade - fire giant!Wrecker 🎃🔥 3.1k | f!reader | fire giant!Wrecker +kinks : size kink/distention and wax play | submitted as part of Pineapple's 2023 Halloween Party

Drinks and Decor 💐📝 1.1k | gn!reader | First kiss prompt: 'the panic beforehand trying to decide if they're leaning in to kiss or not'

Omega

Of Heartbreaks and Love 💐📝 1.2k | gn!parent!reader | You're the person Omega runs to when she needs comfort the most.

Mayday

Perfect 🔥📝 357 | gn!reader | Prompt: "let me come in you, please. I want to fill you up."

Pretty Like This 🔥📝 515 | f!reader | Prompt: "Open your legs for me. I wanna see you."

Midnight Masquerade (Monster!Clone AU)

Invitation 🎃🏆 2.8k | gn!reader in this part | other parts listed with their characters elsewhere here | You receive a mysterious invitation to an equally mysterious costume party off-world. While you don't normally do things like this, you're glad you decided to attend this party, especially once you realize what you stand to gain.

Fives

Up All Night, Neon Lights 🔥🏆 2.8k | gn!reader | A night out with your friend leads to a daring rooftop fling.

Midnight Masquerade - incubus!Fives 🎃🔥 2.9k | f!reader | incubus!Fives + kinks: edging and double penetration

Hound

Blindsided 💐🔥📝 4.1k | gn!reader | When you're tackled by a massiff on your morning commute, you could never have predicted it would end in a date. | written in fulfillment of the rare clone fic exchange

Sister

Midnight Masquerade - dryad!Sister 🎃🔥 2.9k | f!reader | dryad!Sister + kinks: bondage and tentacles/vines

Cody

First Kiss ❤️‍🩹💐📝 1k | gn!reader | First kiss with Cody with the prompt: "I'm sorry, I had to."

All Patched Up 💐📝 437 | gn!reader | Kiss prompt with Cody: "a kiss after treating a wound"

Fox

Midnight Masquerade - half dragon!Fox 🎃🔥 3.2k | f!reader | half-dragon!Fox + kinks: thigh riding and cockwarming

Wolffe

Midnight Masquerade - wraith!Wolffe 🎃🔥 3.0k | gn!reader | wraith!Wolffe + kinks: exhibitionism and humiliation

Worked Up 🔥📝 376 | f!reader | Smut prompt: "That really does make you hard. I can feel you pulsing inside me."

Hardcase

Pretty Face 🔥📝 318 | gn!reader | Smut prompt: "look at that pretty expression. I always knew you could make one."

Nerve 💐📝 777 | gn!reader | first kiss prompt: "could we do that again? my eyes were closed" "oh my god"

Maul

His 🔥🏆 571 | f!reader | Inspired by one of Maul's lines of dialogue in the Lego Star Wars game: “Does this belong to the Jedi? No? Good.”

Poly / Multi

Midnight Masquerade - angel!Rex, devil!Cody 🎃🔥 4.0k | f!reader | angel!Rex, devil!Cody + kinks: threesome and dirty talk

Comforting Touches 💐📝 1.1k | f!reader | A series of drabbles with Cody, Wolffe, Fox, and Rex as they comfort you during post-sex cramps.

Cal Kestis

Laundry Day 🔥🏆 2.2k | f!reader | Cal can’t always control when his psychometric powers grant him a glimpse of the past. And even less so when the object holds a powerful emotional echo.

Balance 🔥❤️‍🩹📝 12.7k | gn!reader | You encounter Cal Kestis a few too many times, and you can’t explain the way that the Force seems to be conspiring to put you two together in a room.

First Kiss 💐📝 662 | gn!reader | First kiss request with Cal with the prompt "are you sure about this?"

Forthcoming untitled one-shot 📝

Forthcoming.

Forthcoming.

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[OMEGAVERSE REQUESTS MASTERLIST]

Read some sw/tbb omegaverse fics here!

1. "BITE ME" – Alpha omc / omega Hunter 🔥💖

Smuttie one where omega Hunter patiently waits for his alpha to arrive home and share his heat with him.

2. "PART OF THE PACK" – Platonic bad batch 💖

(a) Echo is still adapting to the Batch. Why is Crosshair (o) acting so weird all of a sudden?

3. "BUILDING MODE" – Platonic tbb & omega f reader 💖

At twenty five years old, you had always thought you were a beta. Why do you want to built a nest, then?

4. "PUSH THROUGH IT" – platonic (o) Wrecker & tbb 💖💔

Wrecker's heat decides to appear in the middle of a battle.

5. "TO BUILD A NEST" – platonic (o) Omega & (a) Hunter & tbb 💖

Omega experiences her first nesting. Luckily she has Hunter to help her.

6. "JUST AS BEAUTIFUL" – (a) OMC / (o) Hunter 🔥💖💔

Hunter is pregnant and has some insecurities. His alpha shows him better.

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

Sure! And thanks another request!

Mandalorion Reader x Bad Batch

(Hunter: Female Reader

Echo: Male Reader

Crosshair: Female Reader

Wrecker: Male Reader

Tech: Female Reader)

Hope it’s okay!

Hunter:

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

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

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

——-

Echo:

He knows practically everything knowledge wise. Especially Mandalorion.

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

Loves to do the forehead to forehead whenever.

——

Crosshair:

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

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

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

——-

Wrecker:

Was confused at first, thought he had bad breath.

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

Loves to give him helmet kisses.

——-

Tech:

Knew from the start of Mandalorion culture.

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

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

——

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

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˚○◦˚Request and Commisions˚◦○˚

What I will write:

- Fluffy, Angst (I can do some dark stuff but not all), Smut (I can do most kinks), platonic and romantic.

- I prefer to write from a male or non-binary perspective but I can do female as well. I will happily write for trans readers or readers of other genders (if I am well informed)

- I will write for almost every character as long as I know them (because if I don't know them I can't write them accurately and then what's the point) I will also do character X character depending on the ship (there are some ships in just not comfortable with)

- I will write poly as long as it is not that gross porn type of m!reader gets two girls and they don't like eachother. Poly means everyone likes everyone and everyone is in agreement in the relationship

- Whump. I will happily and gladly write whump of all kinds. So please please please if you want to see anything comes to life send it my way

I will not write:

- Age gap (3+ years, ask for aged up if the age difference is more than 3 years) or minor X adult. I simply won't so don't ask.

- Rape (sexual assault maybe if it is angst but not in a smut only context)

- No beastiality or extremely odd kinks (if you aren't sure about the kink send it in anyway and I'll respond if I'm comfortable)

Fandoms I can write for (and their characters and constraints):

Supernatural (most ships, any character x reader)

↳ Dean, Sam, Cass, Jack, Gabriel, Adam, Meg, Ruby, Benny, Crowley, Jo, Ellen, Donna, Jodie, Claire, Alex, Patience, Kaia

TMNT (I've only seen 2012, ROT, Bayverse and Mutant Mayhem) (no Leorai and no ships with smut of any kind)

↳ Leo, Donnie, Raph, Mikey, April, Casey (Casey and Casandra)

The Last of Us (Part 1, I havent played Part 2 yet) (no Ellie x Joel, I haven't seen any of the content yet but I'm sure it's out there)

↳ Joel, Ellie, Tommy

Star Wars: The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch / Rebles (some of the characters are children remember so keep that in mind)

↳ Rex, Cody, Fives, Anikin, Ashoka, Obi-Wan, Kanan, Ezra, (any Jedi really) Zeb, Sabine, Hera, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Echo, Omega (any Clone really)

Marvel

↳ Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Loki, Steve, Bucky, Steven, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Peter, Scott, Gamora, Nebula, Peter Q, Okoye, T'Challa, Rhodey, Sam, Shuri

My Hero Academia (they are also mostly children so keep that in mind as well)

↳ Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Denki, Iida, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Uruaka, Todoroki, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Twice, Tsuyu, Momo, Jiro, Mirio, Nejire, Amajiki, Fat Gum

Avatar 1 and Avatar The way of Water (once again, there are children so keep that in mind)

↳ Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri, Grace, Norm, Spider, Tonorwari, Ronal, Ao'nung, Tsireya, Roxto

How to Train your Dragon (same here: they. are children.)

↳ Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, The twins, Daggur, Heather, Valka, Stoick (for those out their with daddy issues ;))

All if my content will be lables with word count, ship, tags and if it is smut will contain this banner 👇

That's all for now. My commisions are currently open and there is no limit to how many you can send in, so go nuts. Bye for now

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MASTERPOST TIME WULULULU-

(Main page (rules, fandom list, extra info))

💗 is multishots / 💝 is oneshots / 💌 is headcanons

💕 is fluff / 💔 is angst / ❣️ is lime / 💋 is smut

💞 is poly / 💘 is match-up / 🤍 is not an x-reader / 🩵 is platonic

orange means it is being worked on / red means it is in my inbox

TF2

Sniper only connecting with the reader - 💕/🩵 + 💌

RED!Mercs with Pacifist!Medic!BLU!Reader - 💕/🩵 + 💌

Touch starved!Sniper with s/o - 💕 + 💌

Scout with introverted s/o - 💌 + 💕

Engineer with chronically ill s/o - 💌 + 💕

Heavy, Engineer and Medic with an s/o with night terrors - 💌 + 💕

Medic finds out crush is an alien - 💕 + 💌

Sniper + Wildlife anon - 💕 + 💘/💌

LGBTQ headcanons - 💌/🤍

Trans Scout - 💌/🤍

Engineer + Autistic Fem!Reader - 💕 + 💌

PAYDAY 2

Adopted!teen!reader + the PDG - 💌 + 🩵

Jimmy and his s/o during + after work - 💌 + 💕

Joy with fem!S/o who is depressed - 💕 + 💌

Dallas with a male crush - 💕 + 💌

Wolf with shy!male!reader - 💕 + 💌

Dallas with small!fem!sniper!S/o - 💌 + 💕

Hoxton x Wolf x reader - 💌 + 💞 + 💕

OG gang post-ending - 💌/🤍 + 💔

Dallas with a Medic s/o - 💌 + 💕

Houston + Hoxton flustering their s/o - ❣️ + 💞+ 💌

Wolf with a male s/o - 💕 + 💌

Bain, Houston, Sokol and Dallas with shy/cute/sensitive (fem) reader - 💌 + 💕

Clover, Bonnie, Bodhi + Dragan grieving their s/o - 💌 + 💔

Sokol + Jacket with (male) s/o watching (bad horror) movies - 💌 + 💕 + 💞

Hoxton with crush that's a (nice) guard - 💌 + 💕

Bain + Heisters with a cuddly s/o - 💌 + 💕

Sokol, Hoxton + Bain with hypersensitive s/o - 💌 + (slight) 💔 + 💞

Jacket, Jimmy, Houston + Hoxton with innocent s/o - 💌 + 💕 + ❣️

Houston + Hoxton with mediator/s/o who breaks up their fights - 💌 + 💕

Bain with his crush - 💌 + 💕

Dallas with younger/silly s/o - 💌 + 💕

Jacket, Hoxton, Sokol + Bain with s/o who's an 'over-achiever' - 💌 + 💕

Dallas, Hoxton, Houston + Wolf with hurt s/o - 💌 + 💕

Houston with tiny s/o - 💌 + 💞

Dallas + Houston catching their s/o singing - 💌 + 💕

Jacket with s/o 'sharing a bed' - 💝 + 💕

Hoxton with s/o 'no strings attached' (I hate this one sm bc it's old and cringe) - 💌 + 💔 + ❣️

Sleeping Dogs

Wei with s/o helping him with his grief - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

Wei, Jackie + Winston and their s/o - 💌 + 💕

Wei with s/o who's cousins with Dogeyes - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

BBC Ghosts

Thomas with best friend/crush reader - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

Clone Wars/The Bad Batch

Hunter with caretaker!Reader - 💕 + 💌

Crosshair + Hunter with the same crush (Mafia AU) - 💌 + 💕

Demon Crosshair with a crush that's an Angel (AU) - 💌 + (slight) 💔 + 💕

Ninjago

Ninjas with angry sibling reader - 💌

Star Wars: Hunters

General Sentinel Headcanons - 💌 + 🤍

Star Wars: Rebels

(There's nothing yet)

Faith: The Unholy Trinity

(There's nothing yet)

Detroit: Become Human

Ralph + reader angst - 💌 + 💔

HLVRAI

(There's nothing yet)

Henry Stickmin Collection

(There's nothing yet)

Yandere simulator

(There's nothing yet)

Minecraft: Story Mode

(There's nothing yet)

Sons of the Forest

(There's nothing yet)

Undertale

(There's nothing yet)

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Star Wars Writing Requests

I need to get the writing juices flowing again, so I'm asking for people to send in some requests! Even if you don't have a request yourself, please reblog this so others can see. Help a local writer out and get the brain working again! 💜

I'm willing to write short little drabbles or one-shots. Be as vague or specific as you wish (but specific ideas help me come up with an idea). Doing character x reader for female, male, and gender neutral readers. Both platonic and romantic pairings.

What I'll write:

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

AUs

SFW (suggestive is fine, but no NSFW please)

Platonic only for child characters (Young Ahsoka, Omega, Ezra)

Who I'll write for:

Any movie characters (Prequels, Originals, Sequels, R1)

Any TV show characters (Clone Wars, Bad Batch, Rebels, Mandalorian)

All clone troopers (with the exception of RepCom characters)

Jedi: Fallen Order characters (with no Survivor connections)

If you have a character in mind, but no specific idea, send me a DM and we can talk about possible ideas. I will try my best to write for any character, but I can't guarantee if I don't know them well enough.

In addition: I am also open to writing platonic character groups/relationships without a reader insert (clone squads, master & padawan dynamics, disaster trios, etc.). I would prefer to avoid romantic pairings in these to avoid shipping discourse (exceptions for canon couples like Anidala, Kanera, and HanLeia as background elements).

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SW Request Guidelines

This list is not cemented or exhaustive in any capacity, and will be occasionally updated, so please be sure to keep an eye on this post in my #frostfics masterlist and/or check before you make a request if you'd like some inspiration.

**Remember above all else, friends: 'this is War of Stars and Shit's Whack Anyways'. I more believe in having *fun* with the source material above strict adherence to it. If someone requested something that did not strictly adhere to whatever the current canon is, that's their choice. We all have our favorite aspects of Star Wars and they will not always align with another person's.**

UPDATED: 7/11/24

What I WILL Do

Headcanon requests

Drabbles

One shots

Short series (IF I am inspired by the request)

When it comes to X Readers: I can comfortably write in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd Person POVs. My default is 2nd and 3rd person, for the most part! (Readers can also have nicknames, if that is your preference!)

Want to request a non-x reader? I can do that too, don't be shy!

Tropes including but not limited to: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Enemies-to-Lovers/Idiots-to-Lovers, One Bed/Escape Pod, Fix-its, Soulmate, and Domestic.

Popular occupations or specified reader-types like Medic, Mechanic, Bounty Hunter, Jedi, etc.

As much or as little Clones-using-Mando'a as you'd like. Familial terms only? Sure! You wanna go for Oops! All Pet Names? You got it. You're allergic to Clones using Mando'a? Cool beans, buddy, I can do that and correct any slip-ups! (I know not everyone subscribed to that fanon trope like I did and/or for the same reasons I did.)

Platonic or romantic relationships

Implied smut/Mature on occasion! [Will range from 13+ to 18+ age rating depending on my comfort and familiarity with the requested character.]

I have more familiarity in writing AFAB/Female and Gender Neutral x Readers. I often write the general, physical description of Reader in a very vague, more "poetic" manner unless otherwise specified in the request. [Should be noted I am very unfamiliar with writing AMAB/Male x Readers so I'm afraid I'm likely not the one who will be best to ask.]

We're LGBT+ friendly; I'm a bi woman in my twenties for goodness sake. 🩷💜💙

Most SW characters, really. If you have a particular character in mind that isn't in my main niches of interest, I can probably swing it. There'll be better luck if you request something from one of my favorite eras (The Clone Wars, The Bad Batch, The Mandalorian). Please keep in mind that the less I know of a character, the longer it'll take me to complete. 

Like a particular fanon trope [ex: Gray Jedi] and want to see my take on it? Sweet, glad you trust me! I'll certainly do my best depending on what's requested.

We're AU and canon-divergent friendly here! You ordered the "No Order 66 AU with Domestic!Clone Boyfriend" with an order of "Somehow, ____ Lived." on the side? Coming right up!

Is it well past time for everything to Just Stop™ for your fave? We can magically give them a little break.

I will postpone or delete a request if you're impatient with me. I'm doing this for free, for FUN, on my own time with no set schedule. I have ADHD tendencies (and chronic health conditions) and sometimes the inspiration is just not there. Do not be an entitled little snot or you'll get put in timeout.

What I Will NOT Do

Whitewash the Clones. We believe in evidence of Temuera Morrison's physical characteristics in our Clone husbands/boyfriends here.

Art requests: Most of the fan art I'm posting in the #frostsfanart tag is done on whim, vibes and impulse; and it's a miracle some of those have gotten popular.

Sidenote: There is a *chance* you'll get an art response to an ask if I feel I can pull it off, or, if you give me an idea. [An acceptable example would be asking me if I've ever done a helmet doodle for XYZ before.]

Explicit smut as of now. Nothing against it, but I had a more conservative upbringing; I currently struggle with writing that material without unnecessary guilt.

Your OC x Canon. Don't want to butcher your brain-child by mischaracterizing them by accident. Not running that risk; doubt this would be a thing that would be requested but I'm just covering my bases.

I am not personally comfortable with Clonecest or Clone-shipping. They are brothers and refer to each other as such in-canon. I understand people will do as they please, but I do not support this material. Respect my boundaries.

Will absolutely NEVER do requests involving incest, dub-con/non-con, or general bigotry (homophobia, racism, etc). You will be fed to the Rishi Moon eels instead of Cutup. I'll free Echo and put you in his place on Skako Minor before anyone notices I'm there. Get lost, please.

I am not comfortable with the Rex/Ahsoka business or Master x Padawan romance. Platonic takes on Master x Padawan!Reader dynamic is acceptable. Characters need to be of-age for romances. Ahsoka was only 17 at the end of Clone Wars, for stars' sake.

I Will Love You If You Let Me

Talk about my Clone OCs!!

As the Clone Wars is my favorite era in this Galaxy Far, Far Away, I have a LOT of Clone OCs. I keep track of them in an Excel spreadsheet, so chances are a "throwaway" name that's not found in any Star Wars series is one of my boys.

Chances are good that I throw one or two in a fic as a cameo, as well! Some of them are more fleshed out than others with proper canon, while others have none at all.

Talk about my own fics from time to time!

I promise, there's no need to be shy!

I reread my own work often enough, and I'd love to have you stop by my ask box (on or off anon) with any questions you might have about what you've read! I'll gladly elaborate on why I wrote a scene like that or the particular headcanon(s) I've worked into the fabric of the story.

You're more than welcome to drop by and gush about things too. Authors truly do love to hear back from the people who've taken the time to read what we've written. 🩷

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Rules

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hello! thanks for being here, here's the rules for requesting nothing too serious <3

My Writing:

A lot of my writing isn't canon. I love writing AU stuff and changing characters to fit what I'm writing. Although I do try to stay true to the character sometimes I'll go "off script" and write shit they'd never do or say. don't be offended by it.

I mainly write NSFW but I enjoy writing angst and fluff as well feel free to request any type of writing and I will try my best.

Everything I write is just for fun and not to be taken seriously <3

Characters I write for:

Anakin Skywalker Obi-Wan Kenobi Luke Skywalker The Bad Batch (all of them cuz i'm a slut) Platonic!Omega The 501st Boys (Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse and Kix) Commander Cody Commander Wolffe Commander Mayday

~def more in future~

Gender, Sexuality and Pronouns

I am a cis woman so I mainly write cis man x cis woman content with p n v sex. My writing usually caters to an AFAB audience. If you would like to request I use different pronouns/depictors in a piece I'd be happy too :)

I do also like writing x male reader so request if you'd like tooo

NSFW

I would like to mention with my smut it isn't very accurate and it's all meant to be fantasy like most smut. Don't bother telling me if you don't like it cause I write for fun x

I will write for the majority of kinks so feel free to request anything that isn't on the list below and I'll most likely reply...or add it to the list if I don't like it which is superrr rare.

MINORS DNI

Kinks I will not write about:

Blood play

Scat/Piss kink- squirting is fine no straight-up piss though

Rape

Incest

Omegaverse

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Padawan (TBB x Male Reader) Part 2

Part 1

Characters: The Bad Batch - Cross hair + Cid.

Relationship: All platonic

POV: Only 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Unspecified

Content: Smidge of angst and worry, but mainly found family growing into fluff

Warnings: General TBB stuff, a little bit about Order 66. Cringe lol.

Word Count: 2,796

Notes: If anyone has any requests/ideas for this 'series,' please let me know! I'd love to learn more about what ya'll like and incorporate it. (and i'll obviously credit you in the notes for whichever part it goes in)

The Bad Batch was sound asleep, exempt from their designated pilot.  Tech was comfortably cruising through hyper-space, multitasking on a new upgrade for Echo’s arm-scomp and watching the scanners.  A light beep alerted him, signaling that they were approaching Ord Mantell.  He lightly pushed his goggles upwards, before pressing a series of buttons.  The Marauder shook as it dropped from hyperspace, the tremors waking Hunter up from his nap in the co-pilot's seat.  He would usually sleep in his bunk until Tech needed a break, but his bunk was… preoccupied, so to speak.

“We close to Ord Mantell, Tech?” Hunter asked groggily, cracking his neck.  “Approximately 11 minutes and 36 seconds until we enter the atmosphere, and then another 23 minutes until we reach the landing pad.  I would begin waking everyone else up.”  With a sign, Hunter stood up, arms reaching far above his head, ever-so-slightly leaning backwards.  He turned around and started heading towards the bunks, wondering how he should go about waking you up.  He didn’t know how much you would remember, and he certainly didn’t want to find out the hard way.

Of course, there was always the option of letting your body wake up on its own time, and just having someone stick with the ship until then, but there was the risk of general clatter and ruckus occurring and startling you awake anyway, which would be a harsh wake-up call, to say the least.  After a second more of contemplation, he finally settled on leaving you be, and simply shushing Wrecker the moment his eyes opened.  He walked up to his brother, shaking his arm.  Wrecker awoke with a large grunt, like an ancient monster waking from a coma in an echoing mountain, before Hunter aggressively shushed him.  He sharply pointed across the walking strip to your body, an absolute tangled mess of limbs and droll.

Wrecker got the hint, making an ‘oohhh’ sound before slowly sitting up, careful to minimize the amount of creaking.  Hunter walked on, heading towards Echo and Omega, shaking them both awake- Omega more gently.  She yawned and stretched, smiling and greeting Hunter, before quickly grabbing her day-clothes before heading off to the fresher to change.  Hunter went back to the cockpit, where his brothers were already making quiet discussions of what to do with you, the ‘teenager-that-had-essentially-magic-powers-and-was-being-hunted.’  Primarily how they would handle Cid.  She tolerated them because they did jobs for her, and they didn’t really matter to the Empire- except for Omega, it was appearing.  But a Padawan?  That would be a lot of credits, and it would put someone on the Empire’s good side- at least for a little bit.  Cid wasn’t above ratting them out for that kind of profit.  Or, at least, she wasn’t above ratting out the Padawan while keeping them away from the Empire’s eyes for the sake of missions.  “Perhaps we can convince Cid that his use in missions, among other things, would outweigh the reward from the Empire.  Even without using the Force in a physical push-and-pull manner, it can still be used for mind tricks, sensing danger, and much more, depending on his skill set.  We could increase our efficiency and time duration of missions greatly, which would hold a great profit for Cid,” Tech explained, preparing for the Marauder to enter Ord Mantell’s atmosphere.

“That's true, but there’s no way to know what Cid will say- if she agrees, great, but if she doesn’t…” Hunter responded, eyes glancing back at your sleeping form as he trailed off.  If they told her about you, and she decided to tell the Empire, then no one would be safe.

“There’s no way for Cid to be kept in the dark long enough to find a better solution, and we can’t exactly just hide a whole person in the Marauder,” Echo added on, waving his scomp-link around the cockpit for emphasis.

“Of course, this is all assuming that (Y/N) will want to remain with us.  He may know someone, or someplace, that is safe.  Additionally, he may even know Cid.  Echo said that she would occasionally report to the Jedi,” Tech countered, briefly glancing back towards his brothers, away from the planet and control panel.  Echo nodded in confirmation.  “Do we…” Hunter trailed off, sighing, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “do we have any place to go if Cid decides to tell the Empire?  Echo, do you know anyone else who would help?”

“Rex, obviously- but he’s more involved with defeating the Empire than we are, so it’d be an extra risk to the kid.  Maybe Cut and Suu, if we can get a hold of them.  But I don’t think either of us want to put that kind of risk on them- not with Jek and Shaeeah.”  Wrecker made a comment of agreement, briefly looking up from his game of Chopsticks with Omega.  A heavy silence fell over the group, uncertainty thick in the air.

“Entering the atmosphere,” Tech reported, breaking the awkward silence.  The Marauder shook as gravity’s presence took its toll.  It settled back down to a smooth ride within a minute, the greens and browns- mainly browns- of Ord Mantell’s natural landscape coming closer.  “I think Cid will understand, plus, like Tech said, (Y/N) can help us out!” Omega added, not looking up from her hands.

Hunter looked down, contemplating.  Would the reward of Cid accepting the kid outweigh the risk of her turning him in to the Empire?  Tech did have a point, your presence would make things go smoother- but if Cid didn’t care about that point?  What then?  Would they be able to escape the Empire, find a new place to settle down- there was bound to be some planet that was safe- but would they find it before the Empire found them?

They could keep you holed up in the ship for a while, but sooner or later, Cid would find out.  And once she found out, that could damage their… relationship, so to speak.  Assuming she wouldn’t tell the Empire immediately, anyway.  So that wouldn’t work either.  There was no good solution, and everyone knew it.  Finally, Hunter spoke up- “Wrecker, Omega, you two stay with (Y/N) and help him with anything- food, water, applying new bandages.  You get the idea.  Echo, you're with me- we’ll get anything we’d need for a long-term stay on the ship; med kits, food, supplies, whatever.  Tech, make sure the ship has enough fuel, and make any necessary fixes.  Don’t let anyone else know.  After you're done, I’ll tell Cid about… the kid.  We’ll see where it goes from there.”

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The Marauder drifted down, landing neatly in the center of the dock.  Tech quickly pulled out his data-pad, scanning for any previously unnoticed internal damage.  Luckily, the report came back negative- as he had guessed, there was no new damage.  Satisfied, he checked the Marauder’s current fuel level, so he’d know when to stop filling.  Tech, Echo, and Hunter exited the Marauder, swiftly closing and securely locking the ramp behind them.

The innards of the Marauder were quiet, Omega and Wrecker not really knowing what to do.  They both sat on the bunk opposite you, staring, just in case you’d wake up and need something.  Wrecker had rations and a water canteen to his left, while Omega had fresh bandages and bacta-spray to her right.  “Uhhh…” Wrecker broke the silence, glancing down at Omega, “do we just… wait for him to wake up?  It feels weird, just staring.”

“I don’t know… on Kamino, we would usually wait, but this is nothing like injured clones on Kamino.”  She sighed, wringing her hands together.  “I just…feel so bad.  I mean, our home was destroyed, but at least we have each other.  (Y/N) doesn’t have anyone, and he’s been alone on that ship since the Empire took over.  I can’t imagine what it must have been like…” 

“Well, at least we found him before the Empire did, and any situation we’re in will probably be better than Bracca.  Plus, he’s probably dead to the Empire, so they won’t be after him!”  Wrecker responded, finding the silver lining.  He and Omega looked at eachother, smiling.  It felt good to help people.

On cue, the blankets opposite the pair began shuffling, a long groan sounding out through the metal walls of the Marauder.  You turned over, eyes droopy and your Padawan braid/beads hanging by the corner of your mouth, covered in drool.  Slowly, you put your weight onto a hand and pushed yourself up, leaning against the back wall of the bunk.  Your head lolled back, another sigh escaping.  Everything hurts.  “Good morning!  Er, afternoon!  You slept forever, little Jedi!” Wrecker enthusiastically shouted, causing you to immediately sit up straight, hand shooting down to your waist for the familiar feeling of your lightsaber, only to be met with nothing.  Kriff.

Wrecker immediately sensed your panic, and put his hands up in an attempt of looking unhostile.  “Don’t worry, you're safe!  We’ve had our heads cut into, so we won’t be doing any of that Order 66 stuff!”  All you could do was stare, a comically surprised expression etched across your face.  He had an interesting way of wording things.

Wrecker stood up and handed you the canteen and ration bad.  “Here, rations and water!  They’re not the best, and we can pick up some better food soon, but I bet you're starved!”  And you were.  True, the mantell mix Omega had gifted you was delicious, but after so long of never having a proper meal, you certainly wouldn’t refuse any more food or water.

“Thank you…”  You glanced down after taking the food, quietly chewing on the ration bar, occasionally taking sips from the canteen.  You were never good socially at the Temple, and you certainly weren't any better at the moment.  Omega asked you some more questions; if there was any pain, did you bleed through any bandages, and such.  You responded in short answers, so quiet she was struggling to pick up what was said.  Eventually, she deemed you healthy- or, at least, as healthy as you could be, given the circumstances.  She stayed with you, telling stories about Kamino and the few trips she’s had away from it.  Mainly, though, she talked about her brothers.

After Maker knows how long, the Marauder’s ramp opened, Tech, Echo, and Hunter coming in, one by one.  Tech was lugging fuel, and the other two held general equipment, food, med-kits, and more.  While Tech didn’t pay as much mind to your waking, Echo and Hunter sure did- Echo more so.

After setting down the cargo, he practically spritened to the bunk you were on, crouching down on one knee and using his scomp-link to lift up your jaw, and do other inspections.  “You need a shower- desperately.  And new clothes, these are completely ruined!  Our old room is nothing compared to this!  Even Fives smelled better!  And you need some proper nourishment- I know how I felt after being in that stasis chamber for so long.  And mantell mix is not nourishment, no matter what Wrecker and Omega tell you, got that?”  He finished his spiel, pointing his scomp-link at you.  “Iba’ oskik’la…”

* (“what a mess” in mando’a)

“Yeah, I think he’s got it, Echo,” Hunter chimed in, smiling.  “C’mon, kid.  I need you to meet someone.  She used to work with the Jedi, so I don’t think she’d do anything.  But, just in case, we have everything ready to go.  And if all goes well, ”  You swallowed, a large lump forming in your throat.  You really hoped she wouldn’t do anything bad- you were already enough of a burden.  You and Hunter walked down the ramp, Omega gleefully waving goodbye.

He could hear your heartbeat, your anxiety- but he didn’t know much on how to help, given the circumstances.  Kriff, you didn't know about the chips until they found you, and he couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like.  When Wrecker had been affected and tried to kill everyone, at least they all knew it wasn’t his fault, that he hadn’t betrayed them, and that he would never try to do that when he was in control.  But you had no clue about any of that.  You thought all the clones who were your friends, or even just ones you were polite with for the sake of being a good person, had all wanted to kill you, and all the other Jedi.  You had thought that for months.  Cursing yourself, wondering why, and if there was anything you could have done differently to prevent it.  And now, irony at its best, you had been rescued by clones, coming to remove their chips.

“We’re on Ord Mantell, by the way… don’t know if anyone told you.  Ever been?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.  You shook your head, eyes darting from sign to sign, stall to stall.  “Most planets I’ve been on, except for Coruscant, were just… military occupations, occasionally the natural landscape of Separatists planets.  Never got to travel outside of that,” you said, still taking in all the colorful decor and people of the city.  “I mean, you know what that’s like, obviously- being a clone and all, you went to the same type of planets I did.  I think, at least.”

Hunter nodded his head in confirmation, not really sure where to go from there.  What you said was pretty accurate, but he felt like he shouldn’t talk about the war much.  And in any case, they were approaching Cid’s.

You and Hunter trotted down the steps, the automatic door sliding open.  Cid’s bar was empty, spare for an Ithorian and Weequay who were bickering over who knows what, and obviously, Cid herself.  You placed yourself behind Hunter, something you would do with your Master during the war to avoid any interaction with… anyone.  Slicing droids was easy, making conversation with soldiers was not.

You slowly glanced around the parlor, taking in anything that could be a trap, or could help you escape if this ‘Cid’ decided she didn’t want a padawan on her doorstop.  Hunter called out for Cid, and the distant sound of claws tapping against the cold, hard floor echoed out.  Emerging from the back rooms was a rather short female trandoshan, a cane gripped in her three claws.

Her eyes went back and forth between your semi-hidden figure and Hunter.  “Where’s the rest of ya?  And who’s that kid in the terrible robes?  They stink.”  There was an obvious scowl on her face, her left brown rose in an annoyed and questioning manner.

Hunter took a deep breath, and then- “He’s… a Padawan.”  Cid’s brows rose, and then lowered into a vicious scowl.  “Before you say anything- hear me out.  He was trapped at Bracca, and the scavengers didn’t know- Tech checked the Empire’s wanted, and he’s dead to them.  The Empire won’t come here, and it’s not like anyone on the street will know- he’s just a padawan.  Not a full-on Jedi, not a general.  But, he can still help.  Even without using the Force to push and pull, he can still sense danger and… stuff.”  Hunter wasn’t really sure how the Force worked.  But he knew it was useful.  Before Cid could rebuttal, he continued.  “And imagine how helpful a padawan would be in making sure your deals go right!  Being able to sense a bad deal, or if someone unwelcome is coming.  And some of them can do mind tricks.  He’ll be very useful to you- just let him stay with us.”

Cid looking down, in thought, a scowl etched on her face.  Finally, she sighed.  “Fine!  But if the Empire comes knocking, I’m not keeping his hide a secret.  Too much heat.”  She walked away, already planning what to do with you.

Hunter looked back, smiling.  You tried your best to smile, but you knew full well it looked incredibly awkward and forced.  Not that you weren’t happy, by any means.  You just weren’t prepared, and he knew that.  Hunter placed a hand on your shoulder, attempting to provide comfort.  And it worked.  For the first time in months, despite the constant dread of what was to come, everything seemed to be going right.  You could stay with them, and they could stay with Cid.

“Let’s go get you some proper fitting, and smelling clothes, yeah?  Echo wasn’t wrong when he said it was worse than our old barracks.”  Your smile shifted to a natural one, not forced or awkward.  You certainly didn’t think you’d ever see a clone again; and it certainly wouldn’t be a happy experience, but it seemed like this batch was going to be the best thing to happen in a while.

[themuseinthewoods]

Guidelines and Masterlist

Hello! Thank you so much for joining me on my writing journey! (I update my Masterlist every time I post a fic of some kind)

Feel free to ask for something! I sometimes just need inspiration. Feel free to reach out, like, reblog and comment on my work! Do not put it in an Ai generator.

I do not write anything 18+, yandere, stalker, s*xual assault or involving characters unaliving thyselves.

Almost anything else I will do my best to write! Platonic, or romantic.

I'll do head canons, imagines, preferences, one shots and match ups(please ask my brain needs a project)

If I ever run out of room for links here, then I will make a Masterlist part two.

General guidelines:

For shipping, just send me the fandom from my list and a little bit about yourself! I would need basic description of your physical features (hair color and eye color), some about your personality and hobbies and whether you want a male or female character! You can request more then one fandom.

For imagines and one shots send me a character or two and a general plot or just if you want fluff or something else.(Ex: Legolas teaching reader how to use a bow.)

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Doesn't matter your gender/sexuality, I will try and do gender neutral readers. I can definitely to female reader and I would be willing to try and write a male reader!

My fandoms are:

The Lord of the rings/The Hobbit

the Outsiders

Tombstone 1993

Star wars (the bad batch, the mandalorien, and movies 4 to 6)

Night at the Museum (1&2)

Enola Holmes

platonic!Breath of the wild/tears of the kingdom (these are legend of Zelda games)

the 13th warrior

platonic!Sherlock BBC

Princess bride

Prince of Egypt

Robin Hood: Prince of thieves

Robin Hood: men in tights

X-men

some Disney

I will also write for the Iliad, the Odyssey and Greek mythology overall (yes, I am a nerd lol) and Arthurian legends and characters.

and honestly, I'll try to write for anything because I love a challenge but I do reserve the right to not do one I do not think I can do.

Some AU's I'd be willing to try are: Ren Fair, soulmates, and modern

Here is my quotev if you want to see my longer stories:

https://www.quotev.com/Katrina13954

Masterlist:

Troy (2004)/the Iliad cause I like both

General headcanons:

Modern au! Men of Troy (2004) with Spanish speaking gn!reader (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris, and Odysseus)

Men of Troy (2004) doing the trend to Rhianna’s song breaking dishes except in ancient Greece (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris and Odysseus)

Achilles:

Lament of friends Achilles x sibling!gn!reader, after Patroclus dies, his best friend is left hurt and tired of the constant war. (Angst)

Headcanons for Achilles as gn!readers older brother

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Achilles with gn!reader

Hector:

Headcanons for Hector as a girl dad with daughter!reader

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Hector with gn!reader

Imagine Hector comforting you after he finds you crying...

Odysseus:

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Odysseus with gn!reader

Hands of healing Odysseus x reader fic that was requested

Star wars:

The Bad Batch:

Wrecker:

Imagine Wrecker trying to teach gn!reader to punch but.....

Disney:

Pixie hallow (4 to 6 fairys per request please for headcanons or preferances)

Headcanons for Tinkerbell, Silvermist, Fawn and Vidia with a platonic! female!human!reader who plays the Ocarina

Frozen:

Headcanons for Elsa and Anna having an adopted younger sibling (gn!reader)

Cinderella:

Headcanons for what if the blue fairy visit Ed Cinderella instead of the fairy godmother

Lord of the rings:

Aragorn:

Imagine Aragorn listening to your info dump about your current hyper focus and he's just happy you trust him enough to do so…

BBC Sherlock:

Imagine spending Christmas with your older brother John and his friend Sherlock.....

X-men:

Imagine wrapping Christmas presents with Professor X

Imagine Professor X and Logan taking you to a Christmas market

[sonorousabyss]

Matchup Rules

✧ 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲:

Male Reader/Requester Matchups

Gender Neutral Reader/Requester Matchups

Platonic Matchups

Romantic Matchups

✧ 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲:

Female Reader/Requester Matchups

Requester's OC x Character Matchups

✧ 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿:

Bnha (MHA)

Demon Slayer (KNY)

Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK)

Miraculous Ladybug

Star Wars

Hunter x Hunter (HxH)

Twisted Wonderland (TWST)

Genshin Impact

Sk8

Rise of The Guardians (ROTG)

BG3

etc

✧ Information Needed for Matchup :

The following is what usually helps me with getting ideas for my matchups. After some trial and error, I've condensed them into the following:

⋆ This is based on what people have given me in the past, more or less. ⋆ Required Information will have a blue star (⋆) next to it. The rest is optional but preferred. ⋆ Conditions may be subject to change.

⋆ Fandom - So I know the fandom you're requesting for. If the fandom has multiple timelines/eras/shows, specify the part of the timeline/show it comes from (Ex: "Star Wars" would become "Star Wars, The Clone Wars" or "Star Wars: Bad Batch")

⋆ Gender Preference - This can be a preference or lack thereof, generally for Romantic matchups.

⋆ Platonic VS Romantic - Must be one or the other for the sake of tone easier. Anything that isn't romantic will fall under platonic for the sake of ease.

⋆ Gender Identity/Pronouns - helps me categorize the fics via tags and know whether to make any potential pet names/things more masc/fem/gender neutral in descriptions.

⋆ Star Sign/Personality Type/Enneagram - I'm not picky but having at least one of the three helps with matchups based more on personalities.

Physical Profile - Self-explanatory, but most people tend to give me a little blurb about what they look like/their build. Sometimes helps with cute stuff with matchups. Not required, but if I can find a way to clue it in, I will.

⋆ Love Language(s) - Helps me know what to focus on, and figure out matches based on whos. Listing Least and Most Favorites can help as well.

⋆ Perceived by Others - Also self-explanatory. I tend to separate how people come off to others from how they see themselves to help with setting them up with the character, and what they may have first thought of them.

⋆ Self-Image/Description - How you describe yourself as a person. Not to be confused with a physical profile, though in some situations there may be overlap.

Hobbies - Ironically one of the most repetitive in my inserts, and something I've come to not really need as much as other details. Can make for cute little blurbs, but I don't consider it necessary to match you up with another person.

Likes/Dislikes - Self-explanatory. Can be vague, or detailed. Minor things you (do/don't) appreciate, pet peeves, the like.

Clothing Preference - Like hobbies and other things, not wholly necessary. Sometimes I can see characters getting a kick out of style, sometimes not. It comes down to circumstance, really, and this is here simply because it doesn't quite fit in the physical profile, but people still like to share their style with me occasionally so I dignify it with its own category.

Type - This can be in personality or an inclination towards gender, age range, or certain appearance, I don't much mind. Added at a friend's recommendation.

Other - Any information you wish to provide that doesn't fit in the prior categories. This can even be scenario information, since I'll often hypothesize how I think people meet, you could even specify the context of the matchup. (Examples: A Jedi in "Star Wars the Clone Wars", a Miraculous Holder in "Miraculous Ladybug", or a Diasomnia Student in "Twisted Wonderland".

✧ 𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀:

Temporarily Closed (Presently Working on Backlog)

⋆ Note: This is a blog, not a job. I do this in my free time, and I can promise that I’ll try to get to any and all requests (that don’t break the rules) as soon as possible, but I do things on the side so I can’t guarantee they’ll be finished immediately. I thank you all for your patience and hope your day is as pleasant as the ocean’s abyss is deep.  ❥ ⋆ Edit: Anonymous asks are acceptable.

Looking for something other than matchups? Find my Request Rules here!

[hunnythebee]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Request Rules

If any request goes against my rules I will not respond.

Please be patient with me. I will get to your requests as soon as I can.

I write x reader in first person (I, my) or third person (she/they, hers/theirs). I will not write in second person (you, yours).

I only write x reader for female reader and gender neutral reader. I don't write for male, I feel it is not my place.

Expect requests to be oneshots (unless I become inspired, but just don't expect it)

Things I will write...

Character x reader (romantic or platonic)

Character x Character (romantic or platonic)

Headcanons

Fluff

Angst

Smut (Only for +18, I WILL CHECK)

Hurt/Comfort

Trauma

Jealous

Gore

fics including more than one character (goes for smut as well)

Things I won't write...

NonCon

Incest/Clonecest

Pedo

Necro

Mutilation

Furry

This is a Star Wars fic page, meaning I write for...

Skywalker Saga

The Mandalorian

Book of Boba Fett

Andor/Rogue One

Clone Wars

Rebels

The Bad Batch

You may request a fic including any character in the franchise, if I am not comfortable writing for that character I will answer you privately to let you know. This will not be a violation of my rules, there's just too many characters I will write for to list.

All fics are added to my masterlist and AO3 if you do not want it to be linked/tagged please let me know in your ask.

18+ Separate rules for smut will be linked here. 18+

Thank you for reading and respecting my rules and I look forward to writing for all of you!

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

A performance| Omega

Note: Recently there have been no new missions, and Omega starts to hang around you more on Ordo Mantell, turns out, Omegas has been busy at Work with the help of Y/n.

Warnings: none, fluff, we love good a good old platonic Omega and Reader

Reader: male

Part: 1 | 2 (wip)

"And a one," Y/n spoke, legs together and pointing his feet outward as Omega watched intently, "two."

Omega watched Y/n change positions, "Three and four, and finally-five."

"Mhmm." Omega thought aloud, this was easy enough? Right? Dancing? Ballet as Y/n had called it.

"Those are your main positions," Y/n smiled, "Want me to run through them with you again? You can do them with me?"

Omega nodded standing up. Y/n smiled, "Ready?"

Omega nodded once more with a look of determination on her face, Y/n smiling as they stood in front of the mirror.

"Position one," As he fell into position Omega copied, "Nice, not bad."

Omega smiled, "And two."

Y/n was proud, Omega following in his footsteps almost perfectly as they went through positions.

"Okay, let's go into a pile," Y/n smiled looking over at the young woman using the bar, "Ah, uh, maybe let's try a tendu,"

"A what?" Omega questioned, causing Y/n to chuckle, "A tendu- so watch just real quick,"

Y/n extended his foot, it bent and his toes were straight to the ground, "See how my foot is arched? It's important, so when you go into a degage, basically a tendu in the air, my foot will still be arched and pointed."

Y/n now with the leg in the air, with near-perfect balance, she looked at him in wow.

"So, like this?" Omega questioned as she tried to go into a Tendu, yet her leg and foot looked stiff.

"Oh, you have boots on..." Y/n commented, Omega nodding, "Take your shoes off, we'll go barefoot together, and later we can go to my favorite place! Madame and Monsieur Duponts! Oh, you'll love it Omega! I'll buy you your own pointe shoes!"

"Really!? Can I dance with you then!?" Omega questioned happily.

"There is a professional and young teens show coming up soon! I'm sure I can pull strings for you! But you gotta work hard!" Y/n encouraged.

"I will! I promise!"Omega cheered.

"Well? What are we doing standing here! Let's get these shoes off and get at it!"

"yes!"

Hunter sighed, cleaning his armor, Omega had been off with Y/n for over a comfortable number of hours, six hours to be exact, and he was starting to worry about the small girl.

"What's got your tail cut off," Cid spoke, pouring herself a glass of Whiskey, doing the same for Hunter.

"Omega and Y/n have been gone for a while now," Hunter spoke, "You know where they are?"

"Y/n's always been one to go out late," Cid spoke, "Reason Im open all day every day, kid will come stumblin in."

"Like he's drunk!? Or got in a fight?"

"No the guys a nighttime explorers, just his thing, he's most likely just entertaining the kid" Cid spoke taking a drink from her class.

"Hunter! Hunter!" Omega cheered rushing down the steps, the biggest smile on her face.

"Omega!"

"I had the best time!" She smiled.

"I see, you're covered in a cold sweat." he spoke, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it was just a bit chilly outside, but I was too hot to put on a jacket! I had the best time!" She repeated, "Look!"

Omega showed Hunter the brand new shoes, baby pink in color.

"They're uh. pink." Hunter spoke, Omega nodding in response.

"Y/n got them for me! I'm a few inches taller when I stand on them!"

"What about your boots? I thought you liked them." Hunter questioned, shit, was he doing something wrong.

Omega slowly brought down her arms, had she done something wrong, "Oh, no. I like the boots! I really do!"

"Ah! Good. Good..." Hunter spoke rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm uh, going to show the others my new shoes," Omega spoke.

Omega rushed off to the three boys who were currently playing a game of Sabbec.

"Look!"

"What are they?" Echo asked.

"There slippers," Tech spoke.

"Actually their pointe shoes," Omega said all high and proud of herself.

"What do they do?" Wrecker questioned.

"Yes I am too now intruiged." Tech responded.

"For Ballet!" Omega smiled.

"Ballet?" Wrecker questioned as the two boys looked towards Tech.

"a type of dancing." Tech informed, "why do you have ballet shoes?"

"Because I'm doing a ballet class!"

"Wow!" Wrecker spoke shocked, this new thing sounded fun.

"Y/n's teaching me! He got me into a class! They're doing a performance with advanced people like Y/n! He even got us to be partners!"

"A ballet performance?" Echo questioned, "And, you're going to be in it?"

Omega nodded happily, "You guys have to come and see it!"

"Did you tell Hunter about this?" Tech questioned.

"Well- no-" Omega spoke, turning her head to look at Hunter who was too busy getting chewed out by Cid to listen to their conversation.

"Just, keep a secret?" Omega questioned as the boys looked at her with a cocked brow.

"Very well." Tech responded, a hand falling into her hair to ruffle it, "Ugh, go take a shower, you're covered in sweat."

"Yeah! Workin' Hard Omega!" Wrecker cheered as the two high-fived, Omega rushing up to their apartment Cid had lent them, that's how they met Y/n, he in the apartment across from them.

She set her shoes down in her room, the one she gladly shared with Echo and Hunter. Tech, and Wrecker in the other room with a hopeful bed for Crosshair sooner than later. In the refresher the boys trickled into the apartment little by little ready to turn in for the day.

"Tech," Hunter commented.

"Hm?? Tech responded, reading lesuirely on the sofa.

"What are those shoes for that Omega showed you?" Hunter questioned.

"She didn't show me any shoes," Tech fibbed, returning to his book.

"Do you know Echo?"

Echo looked up from his book as well, "no."

"Wrecker?"

Wrecker looked over from the small kitchen and shrugged, busy making dinner, "Nope."

Hunter sighed, walking towards the room where he knocked just in case.

"Yeah?" Omega questioned as Hunter walked in, the girl in her pajama bottoms and a tank top, drying her hair.

"Want me to brush it?" Hunter questioned.

"Please?'

Hunter smiled, walking over as Omgea handed him a hair brush, sitting on the floor Hunter sat on the bed.

It was silent as Hunter pulled off his gloves to as not get them wet, "So...where did Y/n and you go?"

"Oh, uh, just around town, he took me to an animal shop, and a shop his mom use to like a lot." Omega smiled, "We had snacks and everything, it was fun."

Hunter started carefully brushing through Omega's hair, "I see, I'm glad you had fun then."

Omega was silent as she picked at her short fingernails.

"um..Hunter."

"Hm?"

"What happens, if I...if I had a hobby," Omega commented, "Where, Where I hang out with Y/n a lot?"

Hunter stopped brushing her hair for a moment, oh, he was being replaced?, "I don't see why not, you have fun with him, just, be safe."

Truthfully he didn't like the idea of Omega hanging out with a young man in his twenties, but it wasn't like they didn't know Y/n, they knew he was a good guy, and has stuck his own neck out multiple times for the batch on small occasions, and helped Omega feel like a kid. Who was he to stop her from being happy and having fun?

The two were silent after Hunter's last comment, Hunter finishing brushing out her knots but still continued to brush through her hair anyways. Atleast he'd still have these small moments with her, small peaceful moments where they both sat in silence. Yet those small moments faded, less and less Hunter was asked to do her hair as the days went on, Omega quickly hoping over to Y/n's place where he did her hair all cute, bows and pins whatever Omega picked out from Y/n's stock. The two could be heard laughing from Y/n's apartment all the way from the apartment, and it didn't help when Y/n had taken in a stray tooka cat.

It was like the bad batch was non existant to Omega from Hunter's point of view, and it saddened him, greatly. It only worsed when he seen Omega talking to the others for help, instead of him. Suddenly it became clear to Hunter that it wasn't the batch that was unrevlivate, it was him. He was being left behind. He felt his heart breaking a little each and every time she waved him off with a quick hi and bye as Omega left with Y/n.

"y/n." Omega spoke, the two just finishing with practice.

"Hm?" he asked handing her a water bottle.

"I." She stared, "I can't get the one part down..the small stepping on my toes."

Y/n rubbed the back of his head, they had been practicing there pointe work constantly and Omega yes could do it, but had trouble moving.

"Lets see it again?" Y/n questioned setting his bottle down, luckily he hadn't taken his own pointe shoes off and Omega quickly followed.

"Stay again?" The teacher questioned.

"Yes Madame Dorian." Y/n replied, "Shes having a bit trouble on her en pointe moves, and I can always use the extra practice."

"Lets see it one more time then," She smiled.

Omega nodding as she easily moved into en position, the teacher walking towards her.

"Mhm, you're cores nice and tight, but your chest, come out more with it."

Omega settled on her feet watching the woman, as she raised to en pointe, "My chest is out, Y/n."

"Yes Madame." He raised to en pointe.

"Yes it is a more advanced move, but I believe you can do it for the 15 second interval." Madame Dorian confirmed, "please, go through the whole dance for me."

Y/n fell flat on his feet as he and Omega stood next to each other.

"And begin."

The woman watched intently as they dance, she shaking her head in thought and in note. Y/n as usually was a bit tight in the shoulders, but he knew that was one thing he had to constantly work on. On the other hand for a beginner she was impressed for Omega, but was from the start, Omega had become one of the most hard working students in her young teens class, way behind, she came to class the next day with something down and almost perfected. Then came there pas de bouree, something that had been simplified and as a challenge for the teen class.

She watched as the two raised en pointe, a nice smooth transition, Omega's once happy face went sour, and the two started, but about ten seconds in Omega started to buckle, stepping on her own shoe she fell backwards and onto the ground.

"Are you okay!?" Y/n called rushing over to help her.

"Im fine," Omega spoke rubbing her shoulder.

"Finish the dance first." Madame Dorian spoke as Y/n helped Omega up, a quick one two three was counted and they returned to there routine.

Yet soon it ended, as the two fell into final position.

"Very good Y/n, work on the shoulders."

"Yes Madame." Y/n responded.

The woman looked back at Omega who looked down shamefully at her feet, "You're scared of disappointing someone, it's why your face goes sour, isn't it?"

Omega nodded in silence, Madame Dorian looking at Y/n and nodding as she left without another word. Y/n with a frown looked towards Omega.

"Hey lets go to Madame and Monsuiers Duponts for tea and cakes ." Y/n spoke, "Thats always a nice pick me up!"

Omega only nodded as Y/n frowned the two getting ready to leave, they making there way to the shop in silence. When got there Y/n opened the door a bell coming into ear shot.

"Ah! Y/n darling! How are you?" Monsuier Dupont questioned.

"Very well sir, thank you." Y/n smiled, "Me and Omega here need a bit of a pick me up after practice."

"Ah! My darling you know where to go! And I know what to bring!"

Y/n thanked him and lead Omega over towards the the corner knook, the walls decorated with live plants and flowers, the two took there seats as Omega stayed silent.

"Macaroons and tea my darling, cakes are on the way."

Y/n smiled and thanked him once more, the tea set set down with two plates of macaroons as Y/n poured them there cups of tea.

"Wanna talk about it?" Y/n questioned.

Omega shrugged messing with the edge of a napkin, "I. I don't know."

Y/n set the cup in front of Omega, "It's Hunter isn't it?"

Omega nodded, "I'm sure he knows you're trying your hardest."

Omega looked up at him, "he...doesn't know...about any of this."

"Omega," Y/n spoke firmly, "How come?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise! but if I can't even do it right it's not a good surprise." Omega scolded herself.

"Omega, at this point in your life it's about having fun, not talent, and I know you wanna surprise Hunter, but you being frustrated isn't going to be a good surprise." Y/n told her softly, "You have to let go of that, and I know, it'll never fully go away, but he's going to love it either way I know that."

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