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sonorousabyss · 7 months ago

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Hi!!! Can I have a match up if you’re still doing them please?

I’m gender-fluid and pansexual

I’m about 5’1 and pretty muscular

I have a buzzed head and deep brown eyes with full lips and small nose

I love drawing, playing horror games, watching people draw, making stuff with clay, going outside and hiking!

I’m pretty introverted, I only hang with certain people that I’m comfy with and have trust issues. I have a hard time telling people no sometimes but I love standing up to people when they hurt others.

I’m a Pacifist and hate conflict, I also hate loud noises and bright lights.

I would prefer from clone wars and bad batch!

(Pro-nouns any)

Have an amazing day and thank you!!!

AN: Sorry for the delay, my friend, I hope your day has been amazing as well! This matchup I have in store for you may seem a little unorthodox at first, but it was certainly a joy to write.

Regardless of how you meet this man first, he's always the same: excitable, happy, and just a tad oblivious.

Wrecker isn't always the most in tune with his volume; Frankly, he's always at least a level louder than he probably should be, indoors or outdoors. That said, it's never intentional, and just a sign of his enthusiasm.

Even though he doesn't have the greatest control, I still see you getting closer to each other, even if it has to be a gradual process, with you having to take a step away from time to time to decompress from the overstimulation due to just how loud he can be. He might not fully understand what's going on, but he cares, and he's absolutely trying his best to accommodate once he puts two and two together.

On days that you just can't with the galaxy, perhaps the ship is humming just a bit too loud, or a mission takes you into a cantina with bright lights and a tone-deaf band playing their instruments loud enough to make your ears ring, Wrecker's there, keeping an eye on you and trying to help.

Wrecker is the kind of man to straight-up cover your ears, thinking it may be useful, even if it isn't always effective, and if you're alone after, on the ship or in the barracks drawing? You can bet that he's sitting there hovering, trying to guess what it is you're making.

He isn't always on point with those guesses.

That said, if he knows you're overstimulated, or just trying to collect yourself after a stressful day when you are on the ship, he's going to try and be as silent as possible, even in the most comedic way possible.

That includes hitting his head on the bunk as he sits down next to you, loudly exclaiming in pain, and then immediately following it with a whispered "SORRY", with him and trying to be quiet again.

...That said, Wrecker isn't exactly great at whispering.

If you encourage him, he will certainly attempt to draw with you. His drawings aren't particularly the greatest, but he tries, he loves it, and he loves it when you watch him too. Especially with any level of vested interest.

He 100% has attempted to draw what you were drawing before by looking not-so-discreetly over your shoulder and thinking he's being stealthy about it. He wasn't subtle in the slightest, but it was adorable, and it got some of the boys to chuckle as they watched it happen.

Would give you piggyback rides, and just pick you up and set you on his shoulder for fun.

He'd also do this to give you a better view as well, knowing that he and his brothers all were at least a foot or so taller than you.

You can also expect to be picked up as he runs away from explosions with the team, even if you're able to keep up. He doesn't want you to be in reach of the blast (especially because they're notoriously loud as hell).

Expect his hand to mess with your buzzed head often. He figured out it feels fun once after attempting a reassuring pat on the head and now it's just pure gold to him. Plus, you probably won't threaten to kill him unlike another clone with short hair he knows.... probably.

Recognizes you're a pacifist, given time, and respects it when you stand up to others. In fact, he likes seeing you get that riled up on behalf of others, even if he wished you'd have the confidence to do so for yourself.

That said he's probably going to be the one to step up first in a lot of situations- and frankly, probably situations that don't require him to do it in the first place- engaging in violence so you don't have to, and as he'll excuse "Because it's fun."

Sure, he gets joy out of it. Especially if he gets to blow something- or someone- up in the process. But that doesn't mean he doesn't go into it without good intentions.

Has absolutely slammed a clanker into the wall because it tried to sneak up on you during a mission, or dared to target you in general. Said clanker's head was later used to terrorize Crosshair.

Be glad you enjoy the outdoors, because if Wrecker can drag you in on any of the batcher's missions, he will, and the terrain they're expected to travel regularly isn't always the most pleasant. They're a fairly efficient and mobile group, and the occasional "hike" is to be expected.

On the topic of missions, he's absolutely tried to con you into finding a way to tag along with them when you weren't already assigned to them because he wants you both to quote, "blow stuff up together."

He does this even knowing your dislike of conflict because in his eyes there's nothing quite like bonding over exploding clankers.

Not always the most useful with advice. Anticipate many facepalms in the wake of this goofy man.

If there's anything you can look forward to, it's that Wrecker has the best cuddles. Enough said.

He's sulked several times because he thinks he upset you by being too loud. This is something several of his brothers can attest to.

Overall he's very much a beefy, violent himbo that does his best to show interest in what you like and be a little quieter because he likes you, and it's ultimately adorable as shit.

AN: Ahhh, I love Wrecker with a burning passion, and I'm glad that you sent in a request. Something about the idea of him meeting someone and just being so enamored that he tries to please them despite normally being the very antithesis of who'd they'd find nice to be around is positively adorable, and I simply couldn't resist. Hope you enjoyed! May your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep! Also, it's been a while since I've seen bad batch, and I may be a little behind, so if anything here is off I profusely apologize and might edit later. XD

For those of you who are new around here? I take requests. You can find my rules here.

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starryevermore · 2 years ago

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meet me in the afterglow ✧ wrecker

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request: I saw u were looking for star wars requests, so here I am!! I'm obsessed with your Cross and Wrecker works, so 👉🏻👈🏻 Wrecker please? Your angsty Cross one was so good, would you consider imp!Wreck & f!reader? Make it angsty & smutty, a lil fluffy, whatever you think works, just go ham! If that doesn't take your fancy, I'd love to see some traditional Wrecker content - oh oh oh oh protective Wrecker, my beloved. Or Echo! Idk I just love your stuff and I'm dying to see you write more for the clones bc I think you write them very well Sincerely, imarvelatthestars (but from my main ✌🏻) - @imarvelatthestars

pairing: imperial!wrecker x medic!fem!reader

summary: wrecker has to trust the empire, even if they are trying to take you away from him. (but even he can’t deny the crumbling foundation of his faith.)

word count: 3,839

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, a little angsty, pre-destruction of kamino, canon divergent, au where wrecker stayed with the empire instead of crosshair, piv sex, unprotected sex, pet name (pretty girl), not proofread

Wrecker hated when other people touched you. They weren’t gentle with you. They didn’t treat you like you were a precious gem, something to be cherished, something to be treasured. And while his own hands were designed for destruction, he always made sure that you never knew of the blood that stained him. You were good, you were sweet, you were kind. You looked at him like he was something more than a soldier, something more than Kaminoan property. You treated him like he was something special, and all Wrecker wanted to do was treat you the same way.

But, kriff, no one else seemed to treat you like that. Not the regs, not the Kaminoans, not the Imperial officers. No one else seemed to realize you deserved to be treated like you were everything.

Sometimes, that was the only thing that made him question staying with the Empire. If no one could appreciate you like him, why should you and him remain? He should just scoop you up, steal a ship, and get to the first planet where he could provide you a good life. But, the Empire could provide a good life, too, right? If he continued to be a good soldier, if he continued to follow orders, if he continued to prove himself useful, it would amount to something. Right?

So, he tried to hold back on following instincts and ripping off the hands of the other people who dared to touch you. He had to be a good soldier. Good soldiers do not attack without orders to do so.

And yet, when he walked into the medbay and saw one of the regs reaching out toward you, his hand almost coming to rest on your hip, Wrecker wanted to dismember the man and beat him with his own limbs. Wrecker didn’t realize he had let out a low growl until your head whipped around to look at him, the reg’s eyes widening as he looked at Wrecker. The reg pulled his hand away.

You looked over in the corner, where one of the Imperial officers stood. A few months ago, one of the natborns had gotten too handy with you and Wrecker nearly killed the man. The punishment had been worth it, but ever since, an officer was stationed in the medbay to prevent such situations from arising again. In the back of Wrecker’s mind, though, he couldn’t help but wonder if the officer was there to protect you or if he was there to incapacitate Wrecker if he acted out.

“Take a seat on the cot over there and I’ll be with you shortly,” you said, turning your attention back to the reg.

Wrecker went to the other side of the room and sat on the cot. It sank under his weight. Wrecker ground his teeth together. Every day, it seemed, hatred began to burrow further and further into his chest. When Wrecker decided to stay with the Empire, to not follow his brothers in their desertion, he thought things would be different. He had been promised that things would be better. And, for a time, things were better. He was given a squad to lead, he was allowed to be more than the muscle and explosives specialist. He was allowed to be more. But, as the days passed by, as the days became months, Wrecker was all too aware that he still wasn’t respected. Kriff, they wouldn’t even get cots that could support him without threat of falling in.

“Alright, you’re good to go,” you said to reg, finishing off the bandage on his shoulder. “Change your wrappings every couple hours, and keep an eye out for any infections. Come straight here if it gives you any trouble, okay?”

“Can I come even if it doesn’t give me trouble?”

You turned away, busying yourself with cleaning your tools. You looked at Wrecker, then the officer. “That would be inappropriate, trooper. My job is to treat injured soldiers. Such duties cannot be interfered with.”

“If you change your mind—”

“I will not.” You glanced up at Wrecker again, then back to your tools. You swallowed hard. “My duty is to the Empire.”

Wrecker looked at his feet, guilt weighing heavily on his chest. A good soldier does not question his superiors, he reminded himself. The Empire had done so much for him. Who was he to question them? To act as if he knew better?

“Well—”

“Don’t you have training to go to, trooper?” the officer cut in.

The reg’s mouth snapped shut, though his eyes widened for a moment, just a fraction of a second, as if he forgot that the officer was there. He gave a curt nod, muttering a thank-you to you, then left the medbay without another word.

As you finished cleaning your tools, you looked at the officer, offering a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you, sir.”

The officer nodded, watching you closely as you crossed the room to where Wrecker sat. Guilt still ate at him, chastising him for daring to think that the Empire wouldn’t do anything to protect you. Of the Empire would protect you. Wrecker had no reason to believe the Empire wouldn’t.

You cast another glance at the officer before greeting Wrecker by saying his number. “How can I help you today?”

“Got blown up on the last mission,” Wrecker said, the tightness in his chest loosening as you rested a hand on his arm while looking him over for any obvious injuries.

Your eyes immediately met his, your brows furrowed together in concern. Then you glanced back at the officer again and your face dropped, void of emotion. “Good thing you came here then. Can’t have our troopers harboring hidden injuries,” you said.

Wrecker felt the hidden meaning behind the words. I’m glad you’re here. I want to take care of you.

“That’s why I came here.”

The corner of your mouth lifted. You knew he meant, I love when you take care of me.

Wrecker wasn’t very good at speaking in codes. He was a very direct sort of person. But, when it came to you, he was willing to speak in a language only the two of you understood. Like the Kaminoans before them, the Empire did not tolerate the clones having…relations. That never stopped Wrecker from loving you (how could it?), but it did limit the way he could express his feelings toward you.

“Can you lay back so I can examine you?”

That was something Wrecker loved about you. You always asked permission, always made sure what you were doing was okay. It made Wrecker feel like a person, like he was something more than a soldier. Something more than a number.

He removed some of his armor so that you could perform the examination before he laid back against the cot. Wrecker relaxed under your touch, the stress from the mission slowly melting away. You asked a few questions as you examined him, trying to determine if he was experiencing any pain. It was a bit hard to answer, if only because he could fall asleep under the gentleness of your touch.

Then, he heard someone say your name. Wrecker sat up as you turned around, looking towards the door.

“Vice Admiral Rampart,” you greeted. “Is there something wrong, sir?”

Rampart shook his head. “Oh, no, not at all.”

“Do ya have another mission fer me?” Wrecker asked.

He hoped Rampart didn’t say yes. Wrecker had been looking forward to an evening with you. Usually when Wrecker got back from a mission, he had a day or two on Kamino before he was sent off on another mission. It had become routine for you to sneak into Wrecker’s bunk, or him into yours, and spend the time together. This last mission had lasted two weeks, and he was really itching for some alone time with you.

However, Rampart ignored Wrecker, his focus entirely on you, as he said, “I’ve come to deliver the good news in person.”

“Good news?” you repeated, brows knit together. “I’m sorry, sir, but I wasn’t expecting any news.”

“There was an opening for a charge nurse,” Rampart explained. “After much consideration, you were determined to be the best fit for the position.”

Wrecker tensed. There was more to this, he was sure of it. It didn’t make sense for Rampart to come deliver this news. Wrecker just couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

“Oh. That’s wonderful. Thank you, sir,” you said. “I didn’t realize there was an opening here.”

“Oh, no, you misunderstand. The opening isn’t on Kamino. You’ll be going to Coruscant first thing tomorrow morning,” Rampart said. It was impossible to ignore his sly smirk. Wrecker wanted to punch it right off his face.

Your mouth opened then closed. Wrecker noticed how your hands trembled, no matter how you tried to keep them steady. “It’s an incredible opportunity. I look forward to it. Thank you again, sir.”

Rampart looked over at Wrecker, his smirk growing, before he looked back at you. “It will be a shame to lose you, of course. Few nurses can take…such good care of our soldiers.”

You offered a tight-lipped smile. “I'm sure my replacement will be just as capable. The Empire only employs the best.”

“That we do.” Rampart’s smirk turned more into a sly grin. “Well, I won’t keep you from your work any longer.”

“Thank you again, sir…I appreciate the opportunity to better serve the Empire.”

Rampart nodded and began to leave. But before he reached the door, he turned back around. He said Wrecker’s number, making Wrecker straighten, nervous for what was to come. “There is a mission for you. You’ll be training soldiers on Daro starting tomorrow. Come to office when you’re done here and we’ll discuss the specifics.”

Wrecker nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Rampart left and, when you looked back at Wrecker, your eyes were glassy. Wrecker’s fingers dug into his leg, fighting the urge to reach out, to caress your face, to let you know that everything would be okay. But he didn’t have the luxury to comfort you. Not now. Not under the watchful eyes of the Empire.

Instead, Wrecker said, “Congratulations on the promotion. You’ll have to celebrate.”

I hate that they’re making you leave. I need to see you before they take you away from me.

“Thank you. I look forward to better serving the Empire.” You pushed on Wrecker’s shoulder, encouraging him to lie back down again. He did. You started your examination again. “I’ll have to celebrate this opportunity when I’m free.”

I hate this, too. When the day is over, I’m yours.

For the rest of the day, Wrecker felt like he was running on autopilot. He barely listened during his meeting with Rampart. He could hardly focus during his training. He wasn’t even entirely sure he managed to eat anything.

How could the Empire do this? How could they rip you away from him? Why was the Empire taking one of the few joys he had in his life?

By the time the day turned the night and all of his and your obligations were satisfied for the day, Wrecker was ready to take you away from your job, carry you to your room, and worship you. Thankfully, he was able to restrain himself for long enough that he knew that he would less likely to be caught.

Now, Wrecker stood outside your door, Lula clutched in one hand. He raised his fist, rapping his knuckle on the door once, twice, three times. A beat passed, then two. The door opened, and you pulled him inside. You shut the door, twisted the lock, then threw your arms around him.

Lula dropped from his hands. Wrecker lifted you, scooped you up in his arms, and walked over to your bunk. He settled on the mattress, holding you on his lap. You pressed your lips against him, kissing him so hard like you were trying become part of him. Wrecker slipped his hands down, resting them on your hips, tugging you closer to him. He needed to remember this. He needed to remember the feeling of you against him. He wasn’t sure if, when, he would ever get to experience this again.

“I fucking hate this,” you mumbled against Wrecker’s lips. “Fuck the Empire. Fuck them for making me go away. I don’t wanna leave you.”

“Don’t say that. The Empire…It…” Wrecker tried to find the words to defend the government that had given him this sort of life, but nothing felt right. “We won’t be apart long. I know it. I just know it. I promise. You ain’t gettin’ rid o’ me.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Wreck,” you said. Your head dipped, nestling in the part where his neck met his shoulder. “This was always something that was gonna happen. We always knew this wasn’t…This isn’t the sort of thing that remains a secret, no matter how hard we try.”

Wrecker blinked. “You think…You think he knows about us?”

“Awfully convenient to send me away to Coruscant and you to Daro.” You let out a sigh, your breath tickling his neck. “I’m scared, Wreck. I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t want this to be our last night together.”

“It won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Maybe we should have gone with your brothers. Maybe we should have listened.”

Wrecker pulled away, frowning at you. “You shouldn’t talk like that. The Empire…It…We have to…” Wrecker’s shoulders deflated and he tried again. “My brothers left us. How would that be any better?”

“At least they wouldn’t be separated. At least we’d be free to leave if they tried.”

Free? Wrecker’s head dipped, his cheek resting on the top of your head. He didn’t really know that word. Not in a practical way, anyways. Wrecker, his brothers, even the regs…None of them were supposed to know freedom. They were bred to fight, to lay down their lives for the Republic. In the absence of the Republic, they served the Empire. They were supposed to only know war and bloodshed and violence. He was never supposed to know the softness you offered him.

But, even if he didn’t know the word, he loved the way you said it with such conviction. He loved you believed that the two of you could be free to live whatever life you and him so chose. Perhaps that was why he wanted to believe in the Empire. He wanted to trust that the Empire would treat you and him right. He wanted to believe that, one day, he would be done with fighting. He wanted to believe you and him would settle on some remote planet, somewhere quiet. Somewhere with a lot of forests, he thinks. Perhaps have a little farm. He would give you children, he would provide for you, he would give you the life you deserve.

“…The Empire will give us that freedom.” And yet, despite his insistence, this faith in this system was starting to crumble. But he wasn’t sure for what he was going to fall into if he let it slip out from under him.

You let out another sigh. “Forget I said anything. I don’t want us to argue now. I just wanna enjoy being with you while I still can.”

Wrecker nodded, kissing the top of your head. He was fine with that. He was fine with not thinking about how complicated and shitty and awful this all was. He was fine with not getting a headache from trying to sort through his feelings on the matter. He was fine with that. He just wanted you.

His fingers slipped under your shirt, squeezing at your soft skin. Kriff, you were so warm. He loved that about you. Loved how you were a soft, little furnace curled up against him. His fingers dipped to the waistband of your pants.

“Can I touch you?” Wrecker mumbled. “Wanna memorize the way you feel.”

Your breath hitched. “Please.”

Wrecker pulled your shirt off, grunting as it momentarily got stuck when he tried to get it over your head. This would be easier if he could just rip it off you, but he knew it upset you when your clothes got ruined, even if you did assure him it was fine. He threw your shirt to the floor. Your bra went next, joining the pile.

Kriff, you were beautiful. No matter how many times you and him had ended up like this, Wrecker couldn’t quite wrap his mind around how you could be look like a goddess. Wrecker lifted you up slightly, pressing kisses down your neck, down your chest. When he reached your breasts, he spent some extra time cherishing you, taking a nipple into his mouth, giving it a gentle suck before moving to the next one and doing the same.

“Kriff, Wreck,” you moaned. “That feels so good.”

“Good. Means ‘m doin’ my job.”

“Mm, need you to fuck me, Wreck. Need to feel you. Need you to do your job,” you breathed out.

And, oh, Wrecker was eager to please. The remainder of your clothes then his were shed in quick succession. Maker, seeing you like that before him, aching for him, wanting him to make you feel good. Wrecker’s fingers dug into your hips (and, oh, wasn’t that a pretty sight too? Wrecker wanted to memorize the sight), guiding you down his cock.

“Kark, you’re so big,” you whined, burying your face in Wrecker’s neck. Your teeth nipped at his skin. “Can’t ever get used to this. Could cum just like this.”

Wrecker’s chest puffed up. He loved knowing he had this effect on you. He loved knowing that he was the one who could make you feel this good. There wasn’t a lot of things that Wrecker could control, or even understand, but he knew how to do this. He knew what buttons to push, knew how to thrust into you just right, to make you fall apart. He loved it. He would do it all day, every day if he could.

And, what was even better, was how good you made him feel. With your tight little cunt wrapped around his cock, he felt he died and gone straight to Heaven. As you rocked back and forth, your pussy nearly strangling his cock, he struggled to keep his moans to himself. He always tried to hold back a little in that regard, scared that if he was as loud as wanted to be, the two of you would be caught and he would lose you. But…He was already losing you, wasn’t he? What was the point in holding back now?

No. He shouldn’t think like that. Everything was going to be fine. You were going to be fine. He was going to see you again. He just had to. He had to trust in the Empire. He pushed the thought, focusing on how you were squeezing his cock, pushing him closer and closer to his release.

“Oh, Wrecker,” you moaned, fingernails digging into his shoulders. Your head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut.

His hands held your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he grunted. “Make a mess all over me. Show me who makes you feel this good.”

“You do—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Go ahead, pretty girl. ‘m right behind ya.”

You fell apart around him, your thighs shaking, your body trembling. You collapsed against his chest as he continued to thrust up into you, his own release following close behind. He came with a shout, arms wrapping around you to keep you close.

“I love you,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you, too, Wreck. So much.”

The two of you remained like that for a few minutes, basking in each other’s afterglow. But then Wrecker remembered something he wanted to do, something he needed to do before it was too late. He rose from the bed, you still in his arms.

“Stay here just a second, pretty girl,” Wrecker said, setting you down on your bed.

“Huh?”

He got up, going over to where the fallen Lula was. Carefully, he picked her up before turning back to you. You were watching his, brows furrowed, trying to figure out what he was doing. He walked back over to you.

“Take Lula,” Wrecker said, pressing the Tooka doll into your hands. You stared at him, your jaw slack. “Take care of ‘er, okay?”

“I will.”

“No, ‘m telling ‘er to take care of you. She’s taken care of me fer so long. Need ‘er to do the same fer you.”

“Oh, Wrecker,” you sniffled, cradling Lula close to your chest. You scooted over in your bed, making room for him, and pat the mattress. He slid up next you, slinging an arm around your waist. “You’re the kindest man I’ve ever met.”

“Only ta you,” he said. He kissed you, trying to memorize the feeling of your lips against his. “I don’t want this to be our last night together.”

“We’ll figure something out. We always do. I won’t let them keep us separated.”

Wrecker pulled you closer, pressing your face against his chest. He didn’t want you to see him cry. He didn’t want you to see him start to doubt himself, to doubt the decisions he had made to land here. Because…maybe he was wrong. About the Empire, he means. Maybe he should have taken you and left with his brothers when he had the chance. Maybe he should have ran away with you a long time ago.

“We need to trust the Empire,” he mumbled, trying to reassure himself.

I’m scared.

You sucked in a breath, then said, “The Empire knows best.”

I’m scared, too.

“Can you tell me about your day?” Wrecker asked. “I like hearing you talk.”

I want to remember the way you sound, just in case this is the last time I get to see you.

“Only if you tell me about your mission.”

Talking to you is the only thing keeping me calm.

“Deal.”

And as you began to tell him about all the things you had done today, Wrecker found his eyes shutting. They felt damp with tears. Maybe if he shut his eyes, they wouldn’t fall. Maybe he could control that, if he couldn’t control this.

This was going to be fine. It had to be. Because, if it wasn’t…Wrecker wasn’t sure he could handle it. And he couldn’t let you know that. If he was doubting himself, how could you ever have faith in him to make this all right? He was going to make this right. He had to. He had to give you the life you deserved, far, far away from the dark shadow the Empire was casting, the shadow that Wrecker wasn’t sure if he could ignore.

(He never made it right.)

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lorilane33 · 10 months ago

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Oh this gentle giant 😭💜🥺

Hi! So I’m not going to lie, I’m not doing so good and was wondering if you could do a wrecker fluff for me with FemxR? 🥺

I was wondering if the plot could be based around wrecker confirming an attraction to reader but she was self doubts and doesn’t feel good enough because of past relationships? And wrecker is there to push all their troubles away and is soft and comforting with them and tells reader he likes her no matter what?Maybe a lil kiss too? 🥺 thank you ❤️

Never Enough

Wrecker X Fem!Reader

word count: 2.6k

After a game of truth or dare, it comes to Wreckers attention that you’re a little closed off about past relationships. So, Wrecker wants to make you feel worthy of his time.

authors note: Hello my sweet! Of course I can do some Wrecker fluff for you 🥺 I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been there before and so have many people about not feeling good enough or not being enough for others so I hope you find comfort in someone and yourself. Lots of love. Enjoy ✨

Warnings: SFW, talks about insecurities and not feeling enough (hence the title). Minor injury. Fluff. Wrecker being smitten for you. Oh an alcohol but nothing major.

After living on the Marauder for the last 100 rotations, it was actually nice for once to go back home to Kamino. Well, technically it was the Batchers home as you came from a different planet but since you were now apart of their crew, wherever they go- you go.

When you walk into the Barracks, you often forgot how awful it smelt until it hit you as soon as you stepped through the door. You turned up your nose in disgust and didn’t blame Crosshair for leaving his helmet on at all.

You got settled in your own bunk, unpacking things you’ve collected on your adventures but stop when you look across the room after the sound of some bottles clinking together. “Crosshair, where did you get that?” You laughed as he raised some bottles of alcohol.

“From the last stop we stopped at.” He smirked. “What do you guys say? Up for some drinking?”

Hunter gave Crosshair a disapproved look but he swiftly locked the doors to the barracks so they don’t get caught having a little treat. You would all usually be having some downtime but, it’s been a long day if travelling and after 15 successful missions (marked by Wrecker on the wall), you all needed a treat.

“I don’t see the harm. But, I must state that I can not drink so much as I really need to fix-.”

“Yeah, yeah come on.” Crosshair cut his brother off, nudging him towards a table.

The bunch of you sat around the table in the centre of the room, you having cleared some things away for some room and took a bottle for yourself.

“Shall we play truth or dare?” You ask with a playful gleam in your eyes.

“Yeah!” Wrecker guffaws, taking a seat next to you and you could see him already thinking of dares to ask the other Batchers. “If you don’t want to do either, take a long swig of your drink.”

“Alright Tech, you first.” Hunter turned his attention to Tech who placed down his datapad and arched an eyebrow. “Truth or dare?”

The game went on for a while. Tech was dared to erase one drawing from his bunk to much of his displeasure; comparing about how important it was. Hunter was then dared to cut a small lock of his hair off but only if Crosshair could do it which left him sour faced for the rest of the night. You were grateful that the dare you received from Tech was nothing to do with you cutting your hair but you did have to run across the white hall and bang loudly against another barracks doors then quickly retreat. You heard the angry moaning of Regs who were obviously trying to sleep. You felt bad but then again, it was a little funny.

For Wrecker’s turn he had chose truth for a change and Crosshair tried to think of something until a smug grin etched onto his lips. He started to chuckle, sliding a toothpick into his lips and held it there. He definitely knew something that you didn’t. “Who is the most attractive person you know?”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Wrecker practically beamed and then you felt a slight nudge on your shoulder, making your eyes land on the side of his head. “It’s her.”

You had brought the bottle to your lips as you awaited for his answer and couldn’t help but start to choke slightly at his confession. He said it so simply as if it was such an obvious statement that made your eyes widen and cheeks glow pink. “M-me?” You ask once you managed to clear your airway, completely stunned and bashful as he looks to you.

“Sure. You’re cute, funny, pretty and have an amazing personality! Not to mention you put up with us four.” He laughed, a beaming grin on his face as he turned his attention to you.

You would be lying if you were to say that you hadn’t had some small attraction to Wrecker recently. You started to notice that he would choose to sit next or across from you more often than not and would offer you half of his ration bar if you were still feeling peckish. Of course you declined (he needed it more than you did). You even caught him once fluffing up the pillow you slept on in the Marauder one evening before he turned in for the night.

He was very, very sweet. But, deep down you knew you didn’t deserve him. You always struggled when it came to these types of ordeals. Sure, you had, as tech calls it, ‘courted’ some people before but that was long ago. You had fallen pretty hard for one person though but the result left a rather bitter taste in your mouth.

“Oh… w-well thank you Wrekcer.” You say softly, hiding your blush by taking a sip of your drink.

Hunter cleared his throat, turning the attention back to the game. Crosshair and Tech shared an amused glance at one another and Hunter stared across at you.

“Alright, truth or dare?”

“Hmm… I’ll go with truth this time.”

“Okay,” he thought for a moment, twisting the bottle of liquor in his hands as he thought. The lock of hair he cut off was placed inside a small cloth next to him as if he didn’t want to part from it. He was glad his bandana covered it up however. “When was your last real relationship?”

It hit you pretty hard. It was such an innocent and harmless question but you couldn’t find your voice. You must have looked weak as instead of answering you brought your drink to your lips and took a big gulp. The boys complained. Especially Tech. He was not regretting erasing his drawing for future creations.

“What? Come on, that question was easy!” Hunter frowned, folding his arms over his chest.

“Rules are rules Sarge. If I don’t want to answer, I got to drink. So I did.” You spat your tongue out at him earning a low chuckle from Crosshair but Wrecker gave you an odd look. You shrugged off his gaze and resumed the game until you all decided to call it quits and head to bed. Around two hours pass and you had only been asleep for about twenty minutes or so when you stirred awake. You tried getting back to sleep but it was no use. You checked the time to see it was just past midnight and decided that now would be a good time to hit the gym to get some exercise in rather than lay awake pointlessly. Plus, you would hope it’d tire you out better.

You grabbed your things silently, deciding to fill up your water bottle in the gym, you made your way down the bright hallways.

As the gym came into view, you glanced through the windows to see if anyone else was up and having a late night session. You saw nobody at first until you recognised a large and muscular body in the corner that belonged to Wrecker.

You paused at the door, finding your legs having stopped working suddenly. Your heart began to quicken and you couldn’t help but think about what Wrecker confessed. Did he really think of you as cute and funny? You knew that you put up with the four of them but you had never seen yourself as the words he complimented you with.

As you stilled, you took a deep breath and hit the button to let the door slide open. Wrecker was facing away from you, hoisting a large bar of weights over his head, grunting as he did. Unsure wether or not to approach him, especially if he’s working out, you head towards the cooler and filled up your bottle before moving towards one of the running machines and set it up. A slight incline at a relatively fast pace.

You hopped on and started to run. Ten minutes in and Wrecker still had paid no attention to you. He was laying down now doing some bench presses so was very unlikely to look at you anyway but you certainly started to look at him. He wore only his blacks which highlighted his muscular build, arms practically bulging out at the seams. Your eyes trailed further up until you looked at his face, or the side of it from your angle. Beaten and scarred yet oh so attractive. Veins were pulsing out of his forehead and hands, the weights he was using were impressively heavy that it brought a small bead of sweat to roll down his cheek. It was foolish of you to only just realise how attractive this man was but not as foolish as you losing your footing due to your staring and tumble off from the machine.

The noise had caught Wreckers attention and he looked towards you’re direction. In an instant, he was kneeling down beside you and taking you by the arm.

“Kriff Y/N, you alright?” He looked you once over, the blacks that covered your knee was slightly torn and a small graze accompanying it from the impact.

You wince and sat up from where you were now on the floor, feeling a little embarrassed. “Yeah…” you say through gritted teeth, extending your leg to get some form of feeling.

“You got a nasty graze there. Not like you to fall over.” Wrecker chastised in a playful tone making you roll your eyes. What was you meant to say? Sorry you were distracting me with your muscles? Definitely not.

Wrecker had managed, well, very easily, pulled you up to your feet. “Sit over here.”

You had no choice as Wrecker practically lugged you over towards a seat by the window, the storming skies lighting up behind you. Sitting down, you leaned over to inspect your ripped blacks and sighed. Hunter definitely was going to have a whine at you about it. You didn’t know where Wrecker went but he came back with some bandages and kneeled back down in front of you.

“I’m fine Wrecker, I can do it myself.” You stuck o your hand for him to pass the bandage.

Stunned, he had actually slapped your hand away and took the gentlest of holds to your calf, placing your foot against his thigh for balance. “Let me.”

“O-okay.” The stammer purely came from the hold he had on you. His large fingers practically imprisoned around the lower half of your leg so you kept every willpower you had to not show the shivers that were scorching through your body.

As expected, his handiwork was a little sloppy. Often the bandage would come loose and he’d have to do it again or you would guide him to go the opposite direction. He concentrated deeply, his tongue poking out as he did which you found quite endearing.

“There. Got it!” He cheered to himself. You inspected it and it wasn’t awful but you knew you’d have to redo it maybe later in the barracks but you have him the benefit of the doubt and thanked him.

“Hey uh, Y/N? Can I ask you something?” After a few moments of silence, you found yourself looking across as Wrecker who was still kneeling in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly.

Your heart beat a little quicker but you nodded for him to continue.

“I-it’s okay if you don’t wanna answer it but… I was wondering why you didn’t answer Hunters question. You know? About your past relationships?” Wrecker asked with a small innocence in his tone.

Your lips turned downward, as did your gaze, suddenly finding the gym floor to be more interesting. “Oh… that.”

“Y-you don’t need to answer. I was just wondering which di’kut I need to beat up. It sounds to me like it ended badly?” You laughed slightly at this, his protectiveness over you shining through.

“There’s nobody. I never really had a relationship.” You sigh, deciding to just get the truth over with. You were a little embarrassed at the confession but knew Wrecker wouldn’t judge. Or, so you thought.

Wrecker looked taken aback and shifted so he was now sitting beside you rather than in front. “What? You? Never had a relationship?” He laughed loudly but instantly stopped when he saw the pained look on your features. He wasn’t laughing at the fact that you never had a relationship but the fact someone as wonderful as you didn’t have any at all.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It just seems crazy that you don’t. I mean, you’re so…” he trailed off and you wasn’t sure if you was glad he did or didn’t.

You folded your arms over your chest, leaning your back against the cold window pane and tilted your head to look up at him. “It’s because I was never good enough.” Your words stung as they let slip, salty tears brimming at your eyes which you tried so hard to not let out. Your lip quivered and you just had to look away. This would have been the first time one of the boys saw you emotional and you sure weren’t going to let it be over this.

Wreckers gaze on you was intense and you caught him shaking his head. “What? Did they tell you that?” His voice was raised and defensive, placing a hand on your shoulder, making you turn to face him so he could look longingly into your glossy eyes.

“Some did… some didn’t. I just don’t think I meet people’s expectations.” You grumbled your response, finding it hard to look at Wrecker any more.

“Well, I think you’re better than any expectation!” Wrecker said with a wide grin, nudging your shoulder to make you look back at him. “In fact we all do. It’s not easy to find someone who gets along with us and can kick just as much butt as us! You’re a part of our team for a reason. You’re good enough for us.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m sad, Wrecker.” You sigh.

“No. I think you’re good enough. Good enough for me anyway.” His words were soft and soon you found his gaze once more. Both of his eyes, even if one was cybernetic, showed such emotion that your heart beat against your chest quicker. Was what he saying true? Was you finally good enough for someone? Someone as kind, strong and handsome as Wrecker?

“I ain’t so smart or much to look at but I don’t care. As long as I have someone who makes me smile and I look for only them in crowded rooms…” he cast a quick gaze to you, making sure you were listening to him, “then I see them as good enough.”

“Really?”

“Really. In fact I kinda wanted to ask you out on a date.” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks turning rosy. “Only if you want to. I figured that it would show how much I do like you. Uh, more than a friend you know?”

You didn’t know what came over you in that exact moment but you moved and placed both hands on his shoulders and brought your lips up to meet his rough ones. Your eyes were tightly shut and the fear of him not kissing you back was slowly creeping into the back of your mind.

You began to pull away but with one swift motion you was brought into his lap and his lips chased yours eagerly and gently. It was surprising to feel how gentle he was.

His lips rugged, able to feel the small scars against the side of his mouth tracing against your lips; but you didn’t mind. Not at all. His hands placed respectfully on your back, his large thumbs gently stroking your back.

Both of your breaths were heavy as you pulled away, eyes still closed and you buried your flushed face in the crook of his neck.

“Pretty girl.” He cooed into your hair, strong arms caging you in like you were the most delicate thing in the galaxy. “You’re more than enough.”

You’re all enough. 🤍

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oceansssblue · 9 months ago

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Hello, I hope that you are having an amazing day. If requests are still open, I have a funny Star Wars prompt/or/oneshot if you want. You know how in Top Gun, after Maverick flirts with a lady at a bar, only to find out the next day that she is his superior officer. What about a similar situation in the Clone Wars era, in which one of the members of the Bad Batch, or one of the 501st like Fives, flirts with a female Jedi reader (who's probably in her early twenties) at the 79s, not knowing that she is a Jedi General. Only to find out the next day that she is the Jedi General assigned to them for their next mission.

Her appearance in the bar makes her look nothing like a Jedi. She just looks like a civilian until she is in her jedi robes the next day. She doesn't deliberately deceive them or anything. She just wanted to unwind after an undercover mission. She just didn't think bringing up that she is a Jedi was important, she assumed they already knew. The only hint she gave on their "date" night was a happy and playful "see you tomorrow" as they part ways to get to their respective homes/barracks. She is happy to see them the next day.

Cool fun little oneshot! Decided to go with Crosshair, seems more like his thing.

Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"SEE YOU TOMORROW"

CROSSHAIR/F REDADER 📩💖

WARNINGS: ALCOHOL, FLIRTING&TEASING.

Your muscles still ache after a two year undercover mision in Alcaz. Spending long hours of running and hiding in the capital will do that to anyone; even a Jedi. Your first mision with the Order started years ago; even if you're still young right now. Everyone starts early these days; you went from youngling to padawan and Jedi Knight in just a blink of an eye. The war makes you feel older than what you really are.

It's weird being back in Coruscant. Back in a normal setting were you don't need to constantly be aware of your surroundings –even if it's instinctual, now–; where you're not constantly in danger. Entering 79's, your eyes quickly flickering over the crowd of tipsy clones and the dance floor, a tiny smile makes it up to your face. You feel inmediately relieved, somehow. You don't need to pretend here. You don't need to be a soldier, a Jedi Knight, a General. You don't have responsabilities and lifes dangling from your shoulders. Here, right now, you can just be you, a simple girl in her twenty-two's.

Happy smile still in your face, you make your way towards the bar. You order a sweet drink light on the alcohol side to start with; turning around and taking small sips while you scan the bar distractedly. There's a few eyes on you already. Not because you're necesarily pretty –though you believe yourself to look alright–; but simply necause you're one of the few natives around here, and more so a woman. Clones will always be ever the gentleman, it's ingrained in their discipline, their sense of honor; but they're still men, real humans, and they have urges like everyone else. Like Jedis do, too, no matter what many people think.

You're not really in the mood for sex, though. You're too tired for that; your plan is to spend a few hours drinking and chatting and then return to the Temple. You've got a meeting tomorrow, and you should make sure you get your well deserved, comfortable sleep. You're almost drooling thinking of a bed already, but you'd like to unwind a bit first; even though your body is tired, you feel your mind too active to surrender to dreamland yet. Plus, you need to disconect from your previous mision and adapt to your new situation; to the new changes.

A few troopers that you had the chance to meet before starting your jump around the galaxy to serve to the Jedi and the Republic recognises you, and you quickly find yourself chatting amicably in a booth with them. They're kind, and perfectly respectful; they speak to you as if you were a normal person, though –not a general, not a Jedi–, and you soon fall into a relaxed posture and a lazy smile. None of you speak about war, about their fears and worries; but of hopes and desires, jokes and secret lovers that await for them patiently all over Coruscant. Some look flustered after realising they've confessed such things in front of you; but you just shake your head and smile. You're glad they're finding some happiness wherever they can.

On your third drink in –and probably the last one, judging by your flushed cheeks and the low hum of carefree excitement & arousal spreading inside of you– you feel another stare on you. It's heavy, it's intent so clear it's almost screaming at you; and you listen to your Jedi instincts, eyes slowly flickering around the bar to find it's owner.

You come up with a pair of dark brown eyes. They're the exact same shade of most of the clones in the GAR; and yet, it's stare so much more intense. It could almost cut through you and hit someone on the other side.

You study him curiously in the same way he has been observing you before. Even sitting down in a booth with some other soldiers, you can tell he's taller than most; the shape of his body and muscles long and thin, agile, though still strong. It's impossible not to notice the tattoo around his right eye; it fits him well, really. What surprises you most about him –besides his stare– is his hair, though; a mix of greys so pretty it almost shines under the lights of the 79's.

He's still dressed up on armour, like a lot of other soldiers on the bar. His is black and grey with a few stripes of dark red; a white skull with a "99" underneath it on his right pauldron. It's right then and there when you understand who he is, who they are; and your eyes twinkle in amusement, your smile widening. This is Clone Force 99, the squad that will be under your command. The Council told you they were different, that they had special abilities very useful for battles; but they fail to mention you they were literally, physically different as well.

You understand... Crosshair's –he must be– cautious and curious study then; he might be wanting to find out who exactly their new General is, and how does she behave when she's not on duty like everyone else.

You shoot him a grin and Crosshair's neutral, almost uniterested face turns into a smirk. He arches an eyebrow, and makes a gesture with his head; a welcome for you to join them in their table. You nod and say your goodbyes to the troopers; smiling and shooting one or two more playful comments before making your way across the room, walking confidently to this squad of extraordinary men.

"Hey there, boys" you greet them, deciding for informality in order to not spoil their night of fun from the start. "Care if I join?"

There's various reactions around the table. Crosshair looks amused. Echo and Tech are purely surprised –the later one quickly scanning you almost as if trying to find information about you with just his eyes–; while Hunter looks hesitant. Wrecker is openly excited and happy.

"Yeah, take a sit!" He pushes his brothers to one side, making room for you in the circular booth their sitting in, ignoring the other's quiet, pained grunts.

They all look a little tipsy too.

You chuckle and take the offer, letting down your drink on top of the table and sitting besides Wrecker. Crosshair arches his eyebrow again, still finding amusing how you seem confident enough in a table –a bar– surrounded by men. He likes confidence in a woman, but such levels are a bit more rare.

"Comfortable?" He asks, his voice deep and smooth, almost a lazy drawl, and you grin back at him.

"Very" you answer, emphasising your answer by taking a long sip of your alcohol and laying lazily against the booths backrest.

After holding his stare for a few seconds, you turn your attention back to the rest of the group; scanning them curiously. They do de same with you.

"So, didn't have time to do a change of clothes?" You point out. "Did you come back from a mission today, or is this just an night outfit choice?"

Wrecker laughs, will Echo and Hunter show a tiny smile. Tech is completely serious still, lost in his thoughts without tearing his eyes from you. Crosshair also stares at you.

"We came back from a mission a pair of hours ago, yeah" Hunter finally answers, relaxing slowly. "Thought we should enjoy a bit of freedom before getting back to work tomorrow".

His voice is deep as well; a bit more soft yet raspy.

"Ah" you answer, smiling guiltily. "Got it. Well, I'm not going to cut out your fun, no worries. Feel free to drink and chat as much as you like. Also... This is still a good fit. Beautiful armour, guys".

This time Tech blushes, Echo clears his throat in silence and Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair, all smile widely. Ah, yes, you forgot; armours are precious to all Mandalorians, including clones, and you could have very well call them...

"So you think we're hot? That it?" Crosshair drawls, eyes interested.

You laugh shrugging your shoulders. Yeah, well, you might be a little too tipsy. This is definitely your last drink if you want to keep things professional. Force knows if you weren't a Jedi and this weren't your men you'd have had already tried to take one of them home. Huh, it seems you're not as tired as you thought.

"Pretty" you correct him, if only to mock him a bit and play with him.

Crosshair's stare darkens and you can feel his arousal and want calling you through the Force.

You smile down playing with the rim of your glass distractedly, and feeling a sudden wave of shyness. Alcohol is a dangerous thing.

The thought makes you giggle a bit.

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The night goes on, and you switch to a non-alcohol drink as promised to yourself. The conversation turns normal and more easy as the clock ticks by; all of them being very interesting, fun people to chat with. Crosshair and Echo are more reserved than the rest; different types of quiet observing and thoughtfullness. You suspect the second one isn't as comfortable with your presence as the rest –while you have no doubt that that wouldn't suppose a problem in battlefield, you know he's an excellent soldier–; while Crosshair... Crosshair's intentions are still quite clear.

He's bold, you have to say. Most troopers wouldn't want to risk being reported for misconduct even if they know most Jedis would just gently shut their intentions down if it were the case. Clones usually don't want to risk it; though it's evident that Crosshair doesn't think you will or plainly, doesn't care.

It doesn't bother you. He's attractive, and it feels good to be desired; you're a Jedi, but you're also just twenty-two, and you can't help it yourself. Still, you're nothing but polite to him, if only a bit of playfullness here and there. You're not going to go to bed with him, not before your oficial meeting; not while you can still resist.

You sigh with a smile.

"Well, boys, it has been a pleasure" you start, standing up and patting Wrecker's shoulder besides you. "But I think I'm gonna go and try to shut an eye. Have your fun without me, see you tomorrow!"

Tech eyes widen slightly, observing your retreating figure while Crosshair makes a move to follow you out of 79's.

Tech grabs his brother's shoulder and pulls him back down, ignoring Crosshair's almost snarl.

"She expressed her desire to go to sleep, Crosshair. Let her be" he opted to say, still not 100% sure of his theory before proving it with a quick search on his datapad.

Crosshair sighed and gulped down the remaining of his drink.

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No matter that the Batch had left 79's pretty late in the night, they were all rised and prepared to meet their new General at 0600 puntually. Their faces carried nag under their eyes and various degrees of tiredness; but they weren't being shipped anywhere, so there was no real problem with that. It was just a formal meeting so they could put a face to the name and greet each other; then they'll be left alone to enjoy the rest of their shore-leave day.

"I hope she's nice!" commented Wrecker while they waited up in a line in front of the Marauder.

Hunter hummed.

"I just hope she lets us do our thing" he muttered, clearly not very happy about the new placement.

None of them were particularly enthusiastic; they had never had a personal Jedi General before, and it would be a big change for everyone involved.

"I am confident she will" answered Tech, perhaps the only one holding positive thoughts about it. "I have thoroughly researched our General in the early hours of the morning and she has an impressive record on undercover missions and other side tasks. It seems she is usually sent on unusual requests as well, just like us. In adition, she is fairly easy going. I am positive we would all be able to adapt to each other well".

Right when Wrecker was going to ask with a deep frown etched on his face how did he know she was as "easy-going" as Tech affirmed, a female figure crossed the doors of the hangar walking towards them with wide confident steps.

Wrecker's, Echo's and Hunter's faces stared back in shock; while Tech nodded firmly as if he were explaining something to them, and Crosshair followed the young Jedi's movement full of intrigue and a masked surprise.

"Morning, troopers!" She greeted them, still a few meters away from them.

Her smile was radiant in the greyness of the hangar bay.

Crosshair leaned towards the smartest of his brothers, subtle.

"Punishment for fucking your Jedi General?" he asked in a distracted whispered, eyes never leaving the woman aproaching them.

Tech answered completely unbothered by his antics; posture firm.

"From an informal reprimand to proper decomissioning".

Crosshair smirked.

"I'll risk it".

He arched an eyebrow in amused defiance when she looked straight at him.

THE END.

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Taraaa! Here it is love, hope you like it! It was a little fun cheeky thing to write :)

Not checked after finishing writing it cause I have exam tomorrow and still got a few finals left, but I hope I didn't make a lot of mistakes!

Only two more requests left before I jump onto another tbb Mermaid fic. Don't worry, yall, I will reopen requests the future, just let me survive my exams first ;)

Stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

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yoitsjay · 6 months ago

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Hi!! I saw you were wanting some writing requests 👀 Talk Too Much by COIN is such a Tech song for me and maybe fem!reader gets shut up by Tech kissing her instead of the other way around for once since he’s usually the one adorably info dumping.

I can finally spew out my hyper fixation and get it off my chest? You bless me.

Talk x3

Pairings: Tech x f! Reader

Summary: your info dumping your most recent hyperfixation on Tech, and all he can think about is the way your lips move and how badly he wants to kiss them... so he does.

Warnings: fluff, kisses.

Word count: 858

“Did you know there are approximately 140,000 types of mushrooms spread over the whole galaxy? and mushrooms aren't plants or animals, they are their own species. And it includes yeast, mildew and rust-”

“Fungi are genetically closer to humans than they are plants, which is good and bad- mushrooms could adapt to our body temperature and we could become some freaky mushroom zombies-”

The bad batch wasn't too sure how long you had been rambling for, all Hunter did was ask you what you were researching and now- maybe hours later- you were still talking about mushrooms which was what you were studying.

You were a scientific researcher for the republic and often needed to travel a lot, which is where you met the bad batch. They traveled a lot too so you ended up joining them and helping them with the more technical stuff, which brought you and a certain bad batcher close together.

But currently Tech was not on the Marauder to listen to your rants rather than the others, he was getting rations and other medical supplies with Wrecker. Lucky Wrecker… you would have gone with him if you weren’t fixated on your work, though now it was completely discarded as you just continued blabbering on.

Hunter sat in front of you, trying to remain professional as he tried to listen to at least some things you were saying, though Crosshair managed to slip away and run to his bunk, where he used the emergency code and called Tech, who picked up right away.

“What happened? you used the emergency channel, is Y/n okay?” Tech asked immediately, not even knowing who was the one calling him. “Relax Tech, we need you back here, Y/n wont stop talking.” Crosshair grumbled, and Tech was silent for a few moments, though Wrecker was muttering something in the background.

“She is ranting about mushrooms again?” Tech asked, and Crosshair deadpanned. “Again? how much does she do this to you?” Crosshair asked, hearing his brother's light chuckle. “A lot, though she listens to my information dumps in return.” He stated, then sighed. “We are retrieving the last of the supplies, then we will be on our way. Just pretend to listen, she will not notice.” Tech explained and then hung up the call.

Crosshair groaned, you were going to be the death of him and Hunter.

It only took a half hour for Tech and Wrecker to get back, and when they entered the ship you were still engrossed in conversation with Crosshair and Hunter, though Cross was slumped over with his head in his hands, and Hunter just looked stressed as he listened to you. Wrecker took the supplies to the supply closet on the Marauder, and Tech made his way over to you, tapping Hunter’s and Crosshair's shoulder, and they almost immediately got up and went to either sleep, or do something else entirely.

Though when you noticed they had left, and that Tech was sitting there instead, you had practically beamed. “Hi Tech? Where did Hunter and Cross go? i was just telling them about how any type of fungi allow trees to communicate with each other, and that-”

Tech leaned forward, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours. A soft gasp was the only thing that left said lips as you tensed up for a moment, then relaxed into the man in front of him. Just as he went to pull away you leaned forward, sliding one of your hands into his hair, the other grasping his thigh as you chased the first kiss, and went in for the second.

Crosshair and Hunter sighed in relief from a distance, Crosshair flicked his toothpick between his teeth then tossed it onto the ground. “That’s one way to shut her up.” He muttered, getting nudged by Hunter. “She gets excited, I'm sure she'd listen to you rant on about sniper specifics.” Hunter huffed, walking into the bunk rooms as Crosshair rolled his eyes, then followed suit.

You pulled away from the kiss after a few minutes, staring into Tech’s eyes before you smiled. “Sorry.” you muttered, having now realized that you were definitely talking the other boys to death with mushroom facts. Tech chuckled lightly. “It's okay, serad, they understand you get excited… they did grow up with me after all.” Tech joked a bit, which made you smile.

“When are you going to finish these studies?” He asked, and you hummed, grabbing your datapad as you tapped it a few times, then hummed again. “I should be finished in a few days, then I move on to something I've been really excited for. But I have to get this done before I lose interest and don't finish at all.” You chuckled, Tech hummed in agreement. “Well, I will help you.” He stated, moving to sit beside you now at the terminal you were at.

You smiled at him, and leaned against his shoulder before pulling him into another, gentle kiss, which he was more than happy to reciprocate.

“Let’s get to work then, these mushrooms won’t fact check themselves!”

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neon-junkie · 10 months ago

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In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.9

Summary: “Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats,” accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you’re one of that ten percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Tags to be added.

Word count: 2k

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 10 - not published yet]

Chapter 9 - An Excellent Listener

Thank the stars that the Marauder not only managed to exit the atmosphere of Tatooine, but also drift off into hyperspace! Everybody let out a sigh of relief as the stars around them turned into a whirlpool of lights, a sign that you’re finally on your way, with Kamino as your destination.

It’s going to take a few standard hours to reach the terraformed surface of Kamino, so the Batch are up to their usual shenanigans. As for you, you’re sticking to your quarters. That argument with Hunter is still brewing in your mind, and you might as well lock yourself away to prevent your poor Sergeant from being bothered by your hormones.

You’ve spent your time doing some cleaning, rearranging, folding clothes and changing your sheets. A deep clean never hurts, and it can be good for the mind.

But do you know what isn’t good for the mind? Or better yet - who isn’t good for the mind?

‘KNOCK KNOCK.’

“Come in,” you respond without missing a beat.

Tall, slender legs come into your line of sight, seeing as you’re sitting on the floor, rearranging your underbed storage. “Figured you might need this,” Crosshair comments as he enters your dorm, a cup of tea in hand.

“Oh,” you sigh. Crosshair was the last person that you expected to be bringing you a cup of tea. Well, besides Hunter…

Crosshair places the tea on your bedside table, and blankly gestures to your bed. “Sure, you can sit,” you nod.

Once seated, Crosshair rests back on his elbows, really making himself at home. His eyes dart around your room, noticing your decorations, memorabilia and trinkets scattered about. He doesn’t come in here often - if ever - so you can’t blame him for having a browse.

“Comfortable?” you sarcastically comment, seeing as his slender form is somehow taking up half of your bed.

“Not quite,” Crosshair responds. “Need to tuck myself into bed,” he grins, and begins untucking your duvet, earning a slap on the hand.

“I just made that,” you grumble.

“I noticed, fresh sheets and all. How kind of you,” he smirks, finally earning a laugh from you. “Now, stop distracting yourself, and come up here and talk to me,” Crosshair orders, giving the blank space on the bed a gentle pat.

“You want to talk?” your brow raises, yet you find yourself finishing off your organising, pushing the storage container back under your bunk.

Crosshair shrugs. “I figured it’s you who wants to talk, and I’m an excellent listener.”

Rolling your eyes, you sit yourself on your bed, getting as comfortable as you can. Only now does Crosshair’s cologne reach your nose, warm and musky, a comforting scent - but you’ll never admit that to him. Crosshairs shifts upright, now resting against the back of your bunk with his legs crossed. At least he’s not wearing shoes, nor his armour, keeping your bed clean!

You’re silent, so after letting out a sigh, Crosshair starts things off. “Hunter does care about you, you know.”

“Ugh,” you groan, already debating shooing the sniper out of your room.

“He does. That’s why he brought you those supplements. I was with him when it happened. He wouldn’t stop mumbling about your little issue, and figured it wouldn’t do any harm to have that option available.”

“He could have spoken to me about it first,” you shrug.

“How?” Crosshair replies. “We had the option then and there, and it isn’t exactly a conversation to be had over the comm. Might as well buy the supplements, and if you decide not to take them, then that’s your choice.”

“Exactly! I’ve chosen not to take them! Hunter can’t complain about my decision-”

“-But Hunter also has the right to be annoyed.” Crosshair shakes his head. Acting as the mediator was not on his list of things to do today, yet here he is. “When you’re part of a squad, every choice you make has the ability to impact others, including those closest to you. You know what Hunter is like. You’ve seen him suffering from migraines, poor vision, stomach bugs. His enhanced senses come at a cost, just like the rest of us.”

“And what’s your ‘cost,’ hm?” you pry. Sure, you’ve seen Wrecker suffer from his aching muscles, Tech with an inability to switch off his mind, even Echo has had his fair share of suffering, despite not being defective in the Batch’s way.

Crosshair lets out a grunt. “You’ve never seen me wearing my reading glasses.”

“Reading glasses?!” you repeat with a laugh. “I didn’t think that you-”

“-Exactly. I don’t wear them around others,” he waves his hand. “Beside the point, Hunter is going stir-crazy from that scent of yours,” Crosshair boldly points to your crotch, causing you to clash your thighs together.

“So, what you’re saying is that I should start taking them, for Hunter?” you question, seeing as that’s what Crosshair has been hinting at.

“No. It’s too late for that.”

“Well, then what?” you grumble, waving your arms up in frustration.

Crosshair raises his brows, offering you a suggestive expression. “Just kriff him already. Do us all a favour, and kriff him until you’re both satisfied.”

“Crosshair!” You yelp, grabbing a pillow to smack him over the head with.

“That’s Hunter’s name that you should be yelling, not mine!” he smirks, ripping the pillow from your grasp to smack you with, before chucking it across the room. “You need to do us all the favour! Hunter’s been in a sulk ever since you started your strange mating ritual, and the rest of us can’t bare to tolerate him any longer!”

With a huff, you send Crosshair a glare, only for him to mimic it. “I’ll think about it,” you grumble. The thought of sleeping with Hunter has been on your mind, but on your terms - not on Crosshair’s, as strange as that sounds.

“You better,” Crosshair playfully threatens. His arms cross against his chest as he leans back comfortably. “And just think…” he trails off, biting back a chuckle. “…Once you’ve had Hunter, there’s only me left to tick off your list.”

“Oh my stars!” you exclaim, your eyes darting around your room to find something to throw at him in frustration. Your cup of tea? Tempting, but you’d rather drink it. Saying that, you settle on swatting his arm before taking a well-needed drink.

Crosshair laughs. He truly, deeply enjoys winding you up! And it’s your own fault for taking his bait.

“Wait-” you sputter, placing the tea on your bedside table. “How did you find out about the others?”

Crosshair sends you a look, but he doesn’t hold back on the juicy gossip. “Everybody can hear you and Tech kriffling like lothbunnies, you two aren’t exactly quiet. Echo quite openly admitted to it, and Wrecker? Big guy couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it happened.”

Letting out a grumble, you come to realise the situation that you’ve found yourself in. Maybe Hunter was right - maybe you should have started taking those supplements, preventing yourself from sleeping with more than half of your squad.

Then again, you’re having some well-needed fun, and it’s not like your men have any issues with it. If anything, they seem more than happy to help with your biological needs, as well as blowing off some steam. However, you know damn-well that you’ll all need to sit down and talk this through when the time is right.

Maybe once you’ve kriffed the entire squad…?

“Dammit,” is all you mutter as a response. Can you blame them? Wrecker especially? You’re certain that you’d be flexing if you slept with someone such as yourself.

“You poor thing,” Crosshair taunts, playfully sticking out his bottom lip. “But then again, we all saw it coming.”

Darting your eyes to Crosshair, you dare question, “what do you mean?”

The sniper lets out a soft chuckle, his arms crossing against his chest. He shakes his head as he explains, “a pretty girl was assigned to a squad of men. Somebody was bound to sleep with you.”

“You think I’m pretty?” you bat your lashes, which only makes Crosshair roll his eyes. Way to focus on the important points!

“Of course I do,” he scoffs, and you’re almost certain you heard him mumble ‘duh!’ under his breath. “But like I was saying, it was bound to happen, even if we all had a pact against it.”

Mouth hanging open, you question, “a pact? What?!” barely able to hold back on your laughter.

Crosshairs lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. “I’m shooting myself in the foot here,” he curses, digging a ditch that he’s content on not escaping. “When you first joined, Hunter made us swear not to try anything with you. Said it would ruin the dynamic, and all that. I guess that’s why he’s been keeping his distance, alongside the enhanced senses issue.”

“Are you serious?!” you let out a laugh. Now that is a sight you wish you could have seen! Little Sergeant Hunter asking his squad not to get physical with the Jedi. It’s understandable, yet you can’t believe they had that conversation!

“And Tech was the first one to break it,” Crosshair huffs, although there’s a sense of pride in his expression. “Didn’t think he had it in him.”

Raising your hand, you defend poor Tech. “In his defence, I did pounce on him. He seemed rather eager, though!”

“Good man,” Crosshair comments with a nod of his head. If it had been Hunter who went first, Crosshair would have been beyond furious. But Tech? Yeah, Crosshair has his back. His eyes flick between you, and your forgotten drink. “Your tea’s going cold,” he gestures. You willingly take the mug between your hands, enjoying what’s left of your beverage.

Rising to his feet, Crosshair bids farewell. “I’ll leave you to your… organising,” he shrugs, heading for the door.

As the door opens, you call out his name. Crosshair looks back with his usual monotone expression, but a small smile appears on his lips as you reply, “thank you for the talk… and the tea!”

“Like I said, I’m an excellent listener,” he mindlessly shrugs, and leaves you to it, shutting the door behind him.

Now alone, you question if you have any energy left within you to do some more cleaning and organising, not that there’s much left to do. Your dorm is, after all, as small as it can be. Curse the GAR for always picking the cheap route! The time on your clock reads that it’s late, and the surprise yawn that escapes your lips helps you decide that it’s time for bed.

Hopefully, snuggled up within your blankets, you can plan on how to approach Hunter… or avoid him even more…

#tbbwriting #in the heat of the moment #tbb #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #the bad batch fanfic #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #f!reader #female reader #reader insert #hunter x reader #echo x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #crosshair x reader #nsft #smut

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ladykagewaki · 1 year ago

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This was so charming! Wrecker's strength, gentleness, and warmth on full display!

Sometime I'd like to write a Wrecker romance where his love interest is deaf. My mom is partially deaf, but I'd like to do some research first as a hearing person.

But yeah, I just think that Wrecker, with his booming voice and love of loud explosions, falling hard for someone who isn't part of that world, would be interesting (and cute) to write. Plus, he laments in the first episode of TBB that he hasn't memorized their team's hand signals. But you can bet your ass he will be begging Tech for resources to learn Galactic Sign Language (much to Tech's surprise!).

Imagine his brothers' awe when they see him having an entirely silent conversation, in a language which he worked SO HARD to learn as quickly as possible. They're proud of him! You can do it Wrecker! Tell them how you feel!!!

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb wrecker #wrecker x female reader

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badbatchsprincess · 17 days ago

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The Dark Room

(Inspired by @aynavaano 's Dark Paradise)

Masterlist

I'm so obsessed with the fic mentioned above that I wanted to do my own spin on this amazing work! Enjoy!! and thank you @aynavaano for creating this spicy masterpiece

With the deep bass music thrumming through the floorboards, 79’s was busy as ever, with many battalions on shore leave, the club was packed nearly to the brim with warm bodies and the smell of Corellian fine liquor and Republic supplied beer.

Binx squeezed inside, looking for the recruitment officer that had told her to meet him and the other civ medics to get to know some of the men she’d be shipping out with in two days. Of course 79’s was naturally the best place to meet the clone troopers without all the pleasantries required on base.

She pushed through the crowd of muscular bodies, passing by the various cliques of clones dancing together until she reached the packed bar sliding between two men engrossed in conversation.

Go-go dancers danced on some elevated surfaces showing off their fit bodies and sparkly outfits nearly mesmerizing her like a undarian serpent charmer. Binx had never seen something like this on the lower levels. Most of the bars were too seedy and sketchy to spend too much time in anyways so this was like an entirely new world to her. The girls were beautiful.

“Hey! Binx!” She spun around seeing the Nat-Born officer approaching, waving a hand to her along with some other nats trialing behind. She took off towards them happy to see some familiar faces, “Hi!”

“Saw you come in, sorry I didn’t know it was going to be so busy tonight, most the boys have come back to celebrate.”

“Celebrate?”

He smiled, “Yeah, there was victory on Mimban. Everyone’s relived to be home.”

Binx looked around wide eyed. She studied the crowd watching the way the soldiers threw back their cups of beer and cheered.

She couldn’t help but smile, their excitement was contagious.

“So what’s your name?” One of the other civ-medics asked.

“Binx!” She yelled over the noise, “What's your names?”

“Coves.”

“Locke.”

“Layla!”

“Rain!”

Binx shook their hands in greeting, before settling into the booth listening to their various stories of their exploits while stationed.

They were all telling her about their next adventures before asking where she was going to be placed, “I don’t know yet!” Binx replied with a shrug.

“Hopefully you’ll be on a Jedi Venator, they’re usually the most comfortable. Field work is difficult.” Layla purred into her cup.

“Hey, I like the field work! You get to see all the action.” Coves smirked.

“Yeah, you would like that.” Layla rolled her eyes.

“Hey,” A deeper voice with a mandalorian accent came from her side, “I haven’t seen you around here before… Care to dance?”

Binx looked at the clone soldier before looking at her friends. Layla waggled her brows encouraging her to go, so she decided to say fuck it, and took the troopers’s hand.

He smiled happily before dragging Binx out onto the floor, “I don’t know how to dance!” She laughed letting him spin her around messily.

“No worries! Neither did we!” He laughed bringing the medic closer, “So, you a new recruit?”

“Yeah!” She smiled stepping to the beat, trying to move the way everyone else was.

“Lucky me.” He moved to the beat, “Where you from?”

“Lower levels!” Binx replied turning around to grind back against him experimentally.

“Got a name, lower levels?”

“Binx.” She leaned back against him feeling his warm strong chest against her back, “You?”

“Fives.”

“Fives?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head, “My CT number is all fives, so thats my name.” He pointed to some other soldiers in similar colors, “That’s Echo, Dogma, Rex, and Tup.”

“I like your names.” Binx spun around to face him keeping him close. This dancing was fun she realized. He boldly moved his hands up and down Binx’s sides feeling the fabric of her clothes along with her curves. She purred as his hands confidently bunched the sides of her dress tugging her even closer.

“Yeah?” He smirked pushing some of her hair back over her shoulder, “Wanna meet them?”

“Maybe later.” Binx returned the smirk and pushed up against his body, liking the way he felt against her.

He was ridiculously attractive. The holonet videos only did so much, but seeing these soldiers in person, it was actually stunning to see and feel how attractive they are in real life.

“So, you’re in the medic program?” Fives asked swaying along with Binx’s smaller frame.

“Yeah, I’ve been in school for a few years and I was offered the opportunity. I want to get off this planet and see the galaxy.” Binx studied Fives’ honey brown eyes.

He nodded, “Looking to join the action?”

“Not sure.” Binx shrugged, “I’ve never been in a conflict zone before.”

“Well just make sure to listen to the captain and you’ll be fine.” Fives bent down to spin the medic around again bringing her ass to his front as he moved the two of them to the music.

Binx giggled and laughed which made Fives smile in return. The two of them danced for two more songs before deciding it was definitely time for a drink, to which Fives lead her to the bar and shoved over his brothers to make room for her in the booth.

He ordered something fizzy which Binx was pleasantly surprised by while Fives downed a shot of something hard.

Binx’s attention was then brought to a group of rowdy soldiers who play fought by the back most part of the club. They shouted and shoved one another as a couple fights broke out making fives scoff.

“Probably fighting over some girl again.” He knocked back another shot, “Can’t seem to stop the fighting off the battle field either.”

Binx’s eyes then trailed over to the staircase behind them slightly covered with a red curtain. She watched multiple people, nat-born woman, and clones ascend the stairs until they disappeared into a seemingly dark hallway.

“What’s over there?” Binx asked pointing to the back of the building.

Fives followed her finger and looked over the brawl to see the stairs.

He smirked.

“What?” Binx asked playfully. Fives just grinned.

“That’s the dark room.” He picked up a glass of water and took a sip.

Binx scrunched her brows, “The dark room?”

Fives looked at the little medic with a mischievous grin, “Some nat-borns want to fuck clones. The dark room is an anonymous hook up. Totally pitch black in there, you can’t see a thing. Nat borns get to work out their kinks and the soldiers get laid. It’s a win-win.”

Binx nearly choked on her drink.

“Like a brothel?” She giggled.

Fives laughed, “No, it’s not a brothel. Everyone’s a consenting adult. It’s just a place to blow off steam.”

Binx then turned to face the bar and tilted her head towards Fives, “Have you been?”

“Yes ma’am.” He replied.

Binx finished off her drink and set the glass down.

“Wanna go?” Fives proposed suddenly. He waggled his brows playfully making Binx suck in a gasp.

Binx’s heart suddenly fluttered and began to beat faster than the music.

She turned to face Five’s who wore quite the smoldering gaze which was suddenly fixated on Binx’s blushing face. He couldn’t explain it, but this little medic was quickly growing on him. Her eagerness to experience the world was attractive. She was damn beautiful too. His pants tightened slightly thinking about her plush ass up against him again. Fuck, he prayed she said yes.

What Five’s didn’t know, was that Binx’s panties were growing wetter by the second. The idea of Fives having her in a dark room full of strangers, hot and sweaty, made her bite back a pathetic whine.

Binx thought about it, but the reality of her new job smacked her right in the face, “Isn’t that like something we probably shouldn’t do? I’m not a civvy anymore.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” He winked making Binks chew hew lip. He reached over running his fingers through her deep space black hair making her shiver as his fingers teased over the delicate skin of her neck.

Right as she was about to open her mouth to answer the clone, one of the aforementioned soldiers called him over.

“One second, cyare.” He pulled himself from the bar groaning at his friend, “What, Echo?”

Binks forced herself to take a shaky breath before turning back to the bar to order another shot for bravery.

What the hell is she thinking? She could be fucking posted with Five’s battalion and would make everything complicated if she went into that tempting room, but somehow she was finding it more and more difficult to care. The longer she watched him interact with his clearly stoic brother, she couldn’t help but drool over his broad shoulders and battle hardened figure.

Fuck.

Binx grabbed the shot of whatever the hell the bartender had passed her, and knocked it back like a champ letting the burning liquid warm her throat and belly.

She watched more and more people disappeared into the mysterious back room, and was starting to get antsy… and frankly… horny….

Deciding that life is too short, especially for nerves to get in the way, Binx decided she was going to be a proactive kind of girl.

She peeled herself from the bar counter and began maneuvering through the crowd until she approached the soldiers in blue. Zeroing in on her target, Binx outstretched her hand and ran her fingers gently across Five’s back, subtly getting his attention, as she continued walking past throwing a seductive look over her shoulder at the man before beginning her climb up the stairs to the dark room.

She briefly heard one of them mutter a low fuck, before she continued upstairs reaching the darkening hallway.

She heard him arguing with his brother begging him to let him go which made Binx smirk before she pushed through the first door. She knew Fives was close behind which made her entire body vibrate with new excitement. She realized she’d never done anything quite as adventurous as this before, but something about all this newness in her life was making her want to take advantage of every single experience she could get her hands on, which included letting Fives get his hands on her.

Once she pushed through that second door, she was entirely engulfed in darkness. This room was significantly different than the club. The energy was much heavier, and heady. Binx tried to take amount to adjust to the darkness, but she couldn’t, it was just that dark.

Inside, there was the scent of sex everywhere and the sounds of pleasured moaning and skin slapping against one another.

Deep vibrational music was playing making her entire body pulse. She heard the door close behind her, then the sensation of hands were on her and everything suddenly became hot.

Binx let out a startled yelp as the hands began to explore. All over the hands wandered and then suddenly she was brought back up against a tall and muscular figure. She reached out in the dark trying to feel for anything, but she was suddenly met with the chest of another.

“And who is this?” A very deep smoky voice snapped her head forwards. The man in front of her began to run his war worn hands over her shoulders up to her neck, brining his head forwards, he pressed his nose into Binx’s skin taking in her clean scent before licking up a stripe up to her pierced ear.

She sighed into the touch feeling his silky hair dance against her skin. She reached up, carding her fingers through his. It was long. Binx then felt along his face feeling his sharp jaw line making him chuckle.

“You smell so good, ad’ika.”

“I found her first.” The man behind Binx, drawled. His silvery voice sent a shiver down her entire thumping body. He cupped her breast possessively making her moan and lean into his warm body.

“You can share, trooper.” The man with the deep voice pressed a sloppy kiss to the woman’s neck making her melt against him. His arms wrapped around her body to support her as his incisions dragged teasingly against hear warmed skin.

The man behind her snarled before relenting, “Yes, Sarge.”

Sarge? Like as in Sergeant? Binx’s heart fluttered knowing a high ranking officer currently had his hands all over her, and his mouth. Fuck this was too hot for her to handle.

“Relax, little one.” Sarge purred, “We’ll take good care of you.”

She didn’t answer, she couldn’t, instead she just panted and moaned as the trooper behind her skillfully began to peel open her clothes. Skilled fingers undid her dress zipper until Sarge could peel it off of her. They worked like a skilled team as they stripped Binx down to her birthday suit. Once all of her clothes were on the floor, Binx was guided carefully down to the ground where she was met with a pile of pillows and more warm muscular bodies.

She moaned out as another set of even bigger hands wrapped around her and cupped her breasts and massaging them, rolling and pinching her hardening nipples making Binx absolutely purr at their attention.

“She sounds pretty.” The man currently pinching her nipples bellowed from behind her back. He certainly felt larger than the others. Binx wasn’t certain he was even a clone. But it didn’t matter, those thoughts were suddenly gone as more hands began to feel and touch and pull along her lithe body.

Hands then began to push her knees up and further apart as someone neared her core.

“Fuck, she’s wet.” The smoky voice said and Binx guessed he was the one currently nearing her core now dripping core. The suddenness of all of this was making her weaker by the moment. She couldn’t believe she was up in this room fucking total strangers.

She leaned back into the large man pinning her to his front while the others maneuvered around her.

Her chin was suddenly gripped before being turned to the side to be met with soft skilled lips. Binx moaned into the strangers mouth letting him take control of the kiss while the sergeant cupped her pussy. The hand on her chin traveled down to her neck where he applied delicious pressure making Binx squirm around in their possessive hold.

She moaned some more into the kiss as sarge began to finger her and prepare her while the others stimulated her body.

“Move over.” A different man now approached from her side to knock the one kissing her away. Her chin was grabbed once again, and angled to meet the new trooper. He was a lot less demanding than the other, and much more calculated as his tongue entered her mouth to explore.

Sarge then leaned forwards to bring his mouth to her cunt where he pressed sloppy kisses to her clit making Binx buck against him desperate for more.

“Fuck, please!” She bit out and squirmed.

They just chuckled and huffed a laugh before continuing their onslaught.

As sarge continued to lick and suck on Binx’s dripping core, her hand was guided to one of their fronts where she grasped a hard and hot cock. Binx gasped feeling its soft hardness as he began to stroke it slowly. She squeezed and pumped it feeling the trooper lurch forwards chasing the sensation.

Her other hand was guided to another, and then the first trooper gently lead her chin in the direction he wanted. She leaned forwards to open her mouth and experimentally lick his tip. He groaned quietly as she then took more of him inside her mouth.

“Fuck, her mouth feels good.” The silvery voice above her fisted her long hair, and guided her as he trusted faster into her waiting mouth.

Binx tried her best to suck him off despite the awkward angle.

She continued to jerk off the other man while Sarge now lined himself up with her entrance.

The man underneath her, shifted suddenly.

“Plan 25.” One of them barked and suddenly there was a whirl wind of motion.

Bodied rearranged themselves while, Binx was suddenly flipped onto her hands and knees and planted firmly on the pillows below.

Someone was behind her and in front of her now, and both cocks suddenly were pushed inside of her. Binx groaned around the cock in her mouth as the man behind her filled her to the brim.

Once again, that same hand threaded through her hair to guide her pace. Binx hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head this time, doubling down to blow him better. He growled chasing his high while the man behind her plowed into her mercilessly.

Binx had to use every muscle she has to combat his thrusts before she was pushed too far onto the man in front of her accidentally gagging on the thick cock in her mouth.

“What a good girl.” The sergeant spoke from behind her.

She whimpered pathetically as the sergeant slithered his hand between her damp thighs to rub little circles on her throbbing clit.

Binx cried out feeling her own orgasm approach rapidly while the others did too. The man inside her mouth suddenly thrust forwards one last time shivering while cumming into her waiting mouth. Binx swallowed his cum eagerly, and licked him clean before starting to swivel her hips back against the sergeant making him squeeze her hips even harder trying to control himself.

“Fuck.” He bit out.

Suddenly there was a new man in front of her. Binx was guided to his leaking cock where she opened up her mouth for him to push forwards. He sighed feeling her warmth surround him as she got to work.

Sarge suddenly stopped his thrusts and surged forwards pumping his seed inside the deepest parts of Binx’s pussy. Sarge bowed forwards until his chest was resting on Binx’s arched spine. He pressed a few sloppy kisses on her shoulder before sitting up and pulling out letting a stream of his cum drip down her thighs.

“Mmm, my turn.” The fourth said excitedly before shuffling in behind her.

Binx was too busy sucking off the soldier in front of her to realize that the other man’s mouth was suddenly on her, licking her cunt like a desert.

She yelped as he ate her out from behind with no abandon. His tongue lapped at her clit and messy entrance making her shudder. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about his sergeant’s cum leaking out of her making her thrum with excitement.

“You ready, pretty girl?” He asked.

She made a face at the pet name knowing he can’t see her, or even know what she looked like, but she didn’t seem to care.

Binx muttered a “Mhmm.”

Before she knew it, she felt the thickest tip she’s ever felt in her life nudging at her entrance.

Binx squirmed around a little nervous at what she was feeling.

“Easy, mesh’la.” Sarge’s voice cooed from the side as his calloused hands petted her spine trying to calm her.

The one behind Binx began to push forwards stretching her impossibly wide as his cock breached her small entrance using sarge’s cum as lube.

“Fuck!” She cried out feeling her legs start to turn to jelly as she was impaled on his monstrous cock.

Binx heard the others let out a quiet chuckle as she struggled to adjust to his size. Clearly this has happened before…

Damn he was big.

Feeling her start to adjust, Binx bent forwards again to search out the other solder in front of her. Once she found him, she ran her hands along his sculpted abdominals making her flush. Fuck, were all troopers this cut? She was mesmerized at the sinew muscle covering his entire frame.

Then there was movement and Binx cried out again as the one with the massive dick started to thrust slowly.

Binx whined feeling absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure. Every single nerve inside her was being stimulated and she shuddered in his grasp. She was thankful he was there to hold her up because she’d be face first in the floor right now if it wasn’t for him.

Meanwhile, the soldier in front of her seemed like the most patient. He allowed her to get herself back together before helping her find his aching cock. She once again hollowed her cheeks and began to suck diligently, determined to make him cum too.

She felt him begin to stutter and then her mouth was suddenly filled with salty cum. Binx moaned as he came swallowing everything he gave her. She pressed a kiss to his abdomen before he retreated leaving her to be fucked boneless by Mr. Big Cock.

Binx’s wines flooded the entire room as she began to quake in his hold. Her orgasm took her by storm as she came around his length feeling a sudden burst of liquid from her core.

“Hell yeah!” He cheered feeling Binx squirt all over him, “Add another point, Tech!”

“You have an anatomical advantage, this competition hardly makes sense.”

Binx was too blissed out to hear a damn thing. All she remembered was more hands finding her skin and bringing her to another blinding orgasm.

The rounds began to blend together as she would be flipped onto her back, brought to her knees, standing on occasion, or the big man would pick her up and carry her around like a rag doll. And She had one mind blowing orgasm after another. Never in her life had she felt pleasure like this… her mind was barely cognizant.

By the time Binx had had it, and the troopers seemed sated, she wandered back to where ever her clothes had been dropped. She picked up whatever fabrics she could find and threw them on. Was she supposed to say something? Or just leave?

She realized saying something would probably take away from the anonymity of it all, and decided on the later. Clearly people only came here for one purpose…

Pulling on a random pair of someone’s cargos, and whatever t-shirt she could find, Binx stumbled out of the dark room feeling all the cum dripping out of her still. She had to take a few moments to regain her eye site in the dim hallway before trying her best to walk normally down the stairs.

When she re-enetered the club, she made for a quick exit so no one could see the state of her, especially her new friends at the medic unit.

Grabbing a cab, she headed straight home knowing she’d be sleeping until she shipped out….

~ Two days later ~

Feeling refreshed and rested, Binx reported in for duty at the GAR main hangar to find her assignment for the next 6 month campaign.

She straightened out her medics uniform and clutched her personal effects bag closely as she waited for the recruitment officer to hand her, her data pad.

She prayed her makeup covered up the love bites and bruising decorating her neck, that for the life of her, she couldn’t get rid of in time. The bacta only worked so fast and who ever had made them, had made sure they’d leave their mark.

“Alright, Layla you’re on base duty and processing. Coves you’re with the 212th and Binx, you’re with…” He double checked the information seeming to be slightly confused, “You’re with Special Forces, Clone Force 99… the Commandos.”

“Newbie gets all the action.” Coves groaned clearly disappointed with his assignment.

“Alright you all know where to go, Binx come with me.” The recruitment officer lead her down the tarmac towards a much smaller omicron attack vessel nestled in it’s own area of the hangar.

The Havoc Marauder.

She’s seen holonet specs of their ships before. Her heart fluttered with excitement knowing She’d be diving head first into all kinds of foreign places. The special forces units always got to go on exciting missions.

“Alright, Binx there ya go!” The recruitment officer turned on his heel to walk away leaving the medic a little perplexed and alone. So much for introductions.

“Umm.” She whipped her head around back to the ship before watching her officer disappear into the distance, “Alright…”

She turned back to the ship to walk forwards noticing that the boarding stairs were down and there was some commotion coming from inside.

Stepping forwards, Binx approached the ship, only to be stopped in her tracks when a tall goggled man came trotting out of the vessel while an equally as tall silver haired man flicked a tooth pick at him complaining about something.

They didn’t look like clones.

They stopped whatever they were talking about when the silvery one locked eyes on Binx. She stood there staring right back at them still clutching the strap of her duffle.

Then another man popped his head out from the ship’s door, “What-are-ya lookin at? Ooohhh…” The big man stood fully up right starting at the medic with wide eyes, “She’s Prettttyyyy….”

“You lost, kitten?” The silvery one plucked a fresh pick into his mouth crossing his arms.

Binx bristled squaring him up and resting her hands on her hips defiantly, “No, I’m your new medic.”

The silver haired one raised a brow skeptically.

“It would appear that information is correct.” The goggled one answered looking at his data pad.

“What the hell is taking you all so damn lo-“

That voice…

Binx’s body reacted immediately.

Her heart began to race and her core made a traitorous pulsing sensation as her heart sunk into the absolute pit of her stomach.

“Sarge?” The big one looked to their leader confused at the sudden change in behavior.

…Fuck…

“I believe there was a mistake.” Binx began to back peddle.

The silver one suddenly made a mischievous face and turned to their leader, “What, you fuck her or something?”

They all did.

Sarge just continued to stare at Binx smelling her very distinctly delicious scent he’s been trying to chase the traces of on their clothes for the past 48 hours. Fuck she was the woman at 79’s they spent hours debauching the other night before shipping out…

Binx however, was having flashbacks to the night int he dark room. That silvery voice and his possessive hands. The politeness of the goggled one, his properness seemed to predominant, then the large one. Binx had to swallow thickly remembering how much he had stretched her and fucked her into another universe. She could still feel the soreness as she stood there before them.

Sargent cleared his throat and descended the stairs.

“Apologies.” Sarge approached the medic, “I’m Sergeant Hunter, and this is Clone Force 99.” Okay, so he’s going with the oblivious route…

“This is Crosshair, Wrecker, and Tech.” He held out his hand to shake, which Binx took hesitantly feeling his familiar hands again made her struggle to breathe.

“I’m Binx, your new medic.”

“I wasn’t aware we were being assigned a medic, it was a bit of a shock.”

Binx smiled awkwardly, “Understandable.”

The two of them exchanged knowing looks briefly before he turned back to the ship, “I’ll show you around, we’ll have to figure out a bunk situation for you it’s a smaller ship than usual…”

She followed behind Hunter noticing the way Crosshair eyed her closely as she passed by.

Once she entered the ship, she first noticed the smell, then the disorderliness of the place. Hunter brought her towards the back showing her all of the compartments, the bunks, the gunner’s mount, the under belly, then finally the fresher before leaving her to settle in.

Binx realized the big one, named Wrecker, was uber curious about her. He watched her with child like fascination as she settled in. Meanwhile, the sniper named Crosshair was making her a bit unsettled. He watched every little micro movement she made as she tried to familiarize herself with the ship.

She remembered how passionate his kisses were and how possessive his hands were on her body, she were certain it was him who had choked her and fucked her face after attempting to claim her all for himself before Hunter had ordered him to share. That little tidbit of information made her body shiver.

Binx shuddered thinking about it. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin.

“Take a picture it will last longer.” She barked out playfully as he unpacked her clothes. The sniper behind her didn’t made a sound as he peeled himself from the wall.

Without an invitation, he reached forwards taking Binx by surprise as he yanked back the collar of her uniform revealing the various love bites both him and Hunter had marred her with.

“Well aren’t you an adventurous little kitten.” He snarked.

She smacked him away readjusting the fabric.

“Hunter’s too polite.” He smirked cornered Binx towering over her, “But he recognized your scent the second he saw you…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Binx raised a brow.

Crosshair hummed and shifted the toothpick in his mouth, “And I remember putting my mark right about here…” He poked her neck right where the makeup was caked on, “You and Hunter can play dumb all you want… but know that I know.” He smirked making Binx’s core pulse.

He looked down at her like he knew exactly which memories were playing in the forefront of her mind at this very moment.

Crosshair then crossed his arms and playfully raised a brow, “I did find you first…”

#crosshair #star wars #tech #hunter #wrecker #echo #bad batch #smut #anonymous #smutty #xreader #reader insert #x female reader #one shot #hot as hell #imsorry #notsorry #theficwasjusttoogood

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dragonrider9905 · 10 months ago

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Racing Heart

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Summery: You are an Imperial officer, formerly an intelligence officer of the Republic. You were friends with the Batch before they defected. You miss them, especially Tech. All hope seemed lost of finding them until a lead came up…from Safa Toma. Warnings: Angst to comfort; feelings of conflict; feelings of betrayal

You sat down in the mess hall to eat your evening meal. It's been months since you’ve interacted with the Batch seeing as how they defected from the Empire…and you didn’t. Well, most of them anyway. You still saw Crosshair here and there when he wasn’t off on some mission. You spent time with him and ate with him when he was on base but otherwise, you ate your meals alone. It didn’t start out that way. You ate with your friends, like in the days of the Republic. You enjoyed each other’s company and found a reason to laugh and smile even if there was a war on. But the longer you worked with the Empire, the fewer your friends got. They either moved away, were killed…or went AWOL. The new people who came in…you didn’t share quite the same ideologies. They never served in the Clone War so they didn’t share your appreciation of the clones…also, your passionate service of helping people wasn’t shared. Most of these new officers were more about making their lives powerful than helping people, like you were.

At first, you didn’t understand why the Batch ran away. You always wished you could have asked them their reasons. Why couldn’t they just fight for the Empire? It was making the galaxy better. The Republic just evolved. That’s all. Same job, different uniform.

That’s what you thought at first.

The longer you stayed, the more you realized just how wrong you were.

The Empire was hurting people. Not helping. You sighed and picked at your food.

If only you could have asked them. Asked him. Maybe you wouldn’t still be there, fighting for a cause you didn’t believe in or sign up for. Maybe you could be with them. With him .

The resident genius must have seen coming what you didn’t. You always did like listening to Tech talk. You saw now they were smart to get out while they still could. You wished you would have gone with them or met up with them or something. You were sure if Tech would have explained it to you, you would have understood and even agreed all that time ago. Tech always had evidence for what he thought. Never whims with him. His decisions were always well thought out and backed up. You trusted him completely.

Oh why couldn’t you have trusted him that one last time without evidence?

You sighed again and grumbled at the same time. The picking at your food got a little more aggressive the more you thought. You felt yourself grow warm with agitation toward yourself but you couldn’t help the spiral of thoughts. They just kept coming.

You worked with the Bad Batch on many missions and became really good friends with all of them. What you shared with Tech, well, that was a little more complicated. Being an intelligence officer, you spoke more to him. First for work…then because you enjoyed it. You really wanted to believe he did too, seeing as he sought you out for your opinion on things, even if they were trivial, but you didn’t know for sure so you just took the friendship for what it was, not wanting to touch or ruin it. The longer you knew him, the more you denied how you increasingly began to feel, convinced he didn’t feel the same; but when news of the Batch’s death on Kamino reached you…You finally came clean with yourself and admitted what you wouldn’t before. You loved him.

Realizing you loved him, and that he was now gone with his wonderful brothers, your friends…was crippling. You cried yourself to sleep for a long time wishing that you had told him how you felt, that maybe the information was wrong, that maybe they could somehow be alive still. You saw the video of the destruction though. No one could have survived that. He died, never knowing your secret and now you were burdened with regret and the might have beens.

When Crosshair was saved, you visited him in the hospital every day, just grateful to have one of them back. One particularly tough day where everything went wrong, you couldn’t help but to miss Tech even more. He always knew what to do when you were in a jam or how to make you feel better—not because he was great with emotions but because he knew the real you. Your emotions bubbled to the surface. Not being able to share your grief with anyone for so long made your chest feel like lead.

“So what’s wrong?” Crosshair had asked. You had been sitting there with a grumpy look on your face and not saying hardly anything. You usually did most of the talking when visiting him. Being mostly silent, Crosshair knew something was up (as if the sour look on your face wasn’t an indication already.)

You looked around cautiously, not wanting anyone to hear you say you wished you were with a group of men once wanted by the Empire. It was treasonous to be sure.

You were sad, angry, depressed and annoyed. At yourself, the galaxy, the Batch, the Empire…You wanted to tell everything to Crosshair but you didn’t know how much you could trust him. Thinking you couldn’t just spill everything like the old days hurt you, but every day in the Empire taught you to be more and more cautious. How much did Crosshair believe in the Empire, you wondered? Cross was still Cross but he was … different. Sadder? Angrier? You couldn’t put your finger on it exactly. If you got more time with him, you were sure you could figure it out. But you didn’t, so trust was fragile, and oh how you hated that. Maybe he was more along your line of thinking than you thought…but you couldn’t know for sure unless you had more data. After all, he could have escaped the Empire and left with his brothers if he had wanted. But he had chosen the Empire after all…

You hesitated. Instead, you turned pink and only told Crosshair about your feelings for Tech (and nothing else) he merely rolled his eyes.

“‘Bout time one of you finally admitted it to yourselves. It was so obvious.”

You chuckled sadly. “Doesn’t matter much now, does it.” You look away all pink faced and blue mood. “They’re all dead.”

Crosshair’s playfulness disappeared and was replaced with a deep soberness. It was Crosshair’s turn to look both ways, and consider something before sharing it with you.

“He’s not dead.”

That one sentence changed everything.

“W-what do you mean…he’s not dead?!?”

Crosshair couldn’t quite look at you, and you didn’t know why. Perhaps he felt guilty for not realizing how the news of their deaths was affecting you and that they were related to the dark circles under your eyes. But you suspected there was more to it as well. You didn’t press him.

“It means he’s not dead. They made it off Kamino alive.”

Your mind reeled. Were you given a second chance?

“Just thought you should know.”

After you learned the true events of Kamino from Crosshair, you spent every spare moment looking for them. You used your advanced and massive skills to try to track them down. You had more knowledge about them than anyone else next to Crosshair and Cody. You tried to use that to your advantage.

At first you were full of energy and enthusiasm with your new found chance but now, sitting in the cafeteria surrounded in a sea of faceless, personalityless gray, you felt your energy waning. That day in the infirmary with Crosshair felt like ages ago and you were starting to give up. You didn’t want to give up, but right now, your heart couldn’t handle any more disappointment. Day after day of no results…who could blame you. You had to give them that though, at least they were well hidden and hopefully safe.

You stopped meddling with your unappetizing food and looked down at the gray uniform you wore on a daily basis. It was neat, tidy, impeccable, just how you liked things. In fact, some say it could have defined you. Back in the day, everyone always joked that you were so much like Crosshair because next to him, you would have been the neatest one in the squad (if you belonged with them). But it was so devoid of life. Somehow when the Batch wore gray, it was exciting. When you wore it, it felt meaningless. Your heart thudded a little harder, causing your chest to ache. If Wrecker was here, surely he’d slap you on the back like he always did. He’d cause you to throw your soup off balance and spill it on the spotless clothes. You’d scrunch up your face in false anger, complaining how long it’d take you to get the stain out and he’d laugh…

You got tired of your thinking and picked up your datapad, flipping through the channels for a distraction. You found yourself going through some unusual channels, ones the Empire didn’t approve of (you bypassed those codes so you could access any information you could—just one of many things Tech taught you) and ones you never really cared about. You also widened the range so you could gather information and watch things from all the Rims. You just hoped to come across something distracting enough to get your mind off this for a bit. Then you could start your search again with a fresh mind. You turned down the volume so you wouldn’t be detected or bothersome to the quickly filling cafeteria. No one came to your table in the corner yet. That suited you fine. You didn’t feel like being bothered.

One channel offered cooking. Not interesting enough for right now. Ring fights. You quickly turned that off. Riot racing…you almost switched the channel but your hand hovered for a minute, reluctantly curious. Might be interesting. When you served some time with General Skywalker, he mentioned pod-racing a few times and how fun it was. Maybe this was like that.

You set the datapad down, leaning it against your water capsule and propping it up with the tray and soon you were sucked into the world of racing. It was enthralling. Spellbound, you were glued to your screen and your chair, losing all interest in the happenings around you. The track was dangerous and unpredictable. The contestants even more so as it seemed anything could go in this game. You knew Safa Toma was sketchy. A lot of the Outer-Rim planets were dangerous this way. Not to mention all the behind the scenes gambling to add to the pressure. Your mind started turning wheels, thinking about the contestants and why they were racing.

You had to admit, you understood the attraction. You were having fun yourself watching the races, trying to predict the unpredictable, and rooting for a racer. Your eyes went wide and a smile started to form at the corners of your lips. This was just what you needed. You missed the first race but the recaps served you well. You were able to catch up in no time. TAY-O was a new racer but very keen. He won the first, but you watched him crash in the second. That was too bad. You sort of felt sorry for him even though he was a droid. Being double teamed was such a rude move! You decided you wanted to root for him in the next race.

There was a brief intermission, so you started to search details about the place and the racers and their sponsors for fun. Seeing as how this was live, it was pretty exciting. You shifted in your seat and put your legs up on the chair in front of you to get more comfortable. Then you relaxed against the wall. There were a few races left and your shift ended for the day. You could sit here all evening if you wanted to…

The announcements started for the new race which called your attention back to the games. You switched the screen back to the track. Your stomach rumbled and you realized you hadn’t touched your food in the first race. Somehow, it looked so much more appealing now than before. You eagerly rearranged your tray so it was closer. A stupid grin started to form on your face. This race was going to be good, you could just feel it!

“All right! Place your bets! Our racers are ready. Safa Toma’s Riot Champion, Jet Venim! Bosco, “the Mad Bomber” Brix….” The announcer’s voice boomed into the microphone, excitedly listing off the names.

Spooning your soup, you let your mind wander, having already read about all them during the break. You wondered if TAY-O would win again. His strategy seemed…flawed, you couldn’t help but notice. After all, he was nearly destroyed in the last race. No doubt this Cid person had him put back together. The animosity between TAY-O and Venim would be big this game. Something had to be between the gamblers themselves for those two racers. They singled out each other too much.

You reached for your cup of juice and brought it to your lips. You wanted to be fully attentive when the racing started. Then the announcer hit you with:

“And finally, Teeeeeeeeech!”

You nearly jumped out of your seat, spitting out your juice, dangerously close to tipping your soup and coughing as bad as General Grievous. Tears sprung to your eyes and adrenaline started to course through your veins.

Excuse me? What? It couldn’t be?! You wanted to squeal.

You grabbed your datapad and brought it close to your face so you wouldn’t miss a thing.

The crowd went silent, you noticed, and so did your heart. It seemed to have stopped.

“Tech? Anything else on this guy?” the announcer continued, “No? Guess he’s a late arrival. Is that his name? Tech? Just Tech?”

“Oh leave him alone!” You said out loud. Too loud. A few people looked over to you and you rolled your eyes, gluing them back to the screen. You didn’t even know if it was your Tech but the idea of anyone making fun of that name just bothered you. Tech is a brilliant name, you ignoramus. You growled and liked the announcer a little less. It had to be a coincidence. Tech could be short for a lot of things. Technically, technology, Techno… It couldn’t be…..

Then the screen panned to a man preparing his racer, looking up a little annoyed at the camera. There you saw the familiar goggled eyes, the helmet, and the unmistakable expression you knew so well…

There he was. The man you’d been searching for…

Tech.

Tech in a racer.

Tech in a racer on Safa Toma.

But why was he racing? Where were the others? What was going on? Why was he there, in a gambling pit and not even using an alias!?! Sure it was a backwater planet…could hide there…maybe he felt safe using his real name for that reason. You’d have to sort that out later.

“Okay, and here we go!”

You nearly stood from your seat as the racers went off but you forced yourself to stay down and you held your breath.

“Go get ‘em, Tech, you can do this.” you whispered to yourself.

It wasn’t lost on you that TAY-O was no longer racing, and Tech was in the same racer. Your heart started to beat faster the more the gravity started to pull on you. Tech was racing for a racer who was out. Was TAY-O beyond repair? Surely the team had time to fix him before the race. You noticed there was animosity between that Venim person and TAY-O…were you right about the people they were racing for… were they enemies? What had Tech gotten himself into…

“And they’re off!”

It was barely seconds into the race when one of the racers started firing on the others. Everyone was fighting for the lead…except Tech, who stayed in the back.

You’re last?!?! You’re losing! You can’t lose, Tech! You were afraid of the consequences if he didn’t win…yet, he did seem safer back there for now, letting the other racers fight it out and thin themselves a little. You knew Tech knew what he was doing so you decided to trust him. You had to. You always did before. And you had to admit, that was actually pretty strategic for a game like this.

Sure enough, the other racers were destroying each other—and you saw it all. Whenever you’d see Tech’s racer on the screen you’d get excited and nervous. You couldn’t tell if it was better to see him or not seeing him. Not seeing him, you knew he was safe, but seeing him…well, you got to see him and his genius flying but you couldn’t help but wonder if something bad was going to happen since they seemed to show every accident victim on the screen.

You started groaning when he was getting shot at.

His shields are overheating. If you’re not going to use your weapons, divert the power!

The next moment, he dropped all his weapons at the pit.

Your jaw dropped as well. Not what I meant, Tech. You need those!!!!

The camera stayed on the shocked faces of the race crew. You smiled when you recognized Wrecker, a small worrying feeling shot threw you not seeing the others …but there could be a million reasons why they weren’t there; they weren’t necessarily gone…like that. Maybe they went to get food? Hunter would probably die if he saw Tech doing this , you thought. You saw Wrecker shyly wave at the camera. Something warm bloomed in your chest and your throat started to tighten. You couldn’t help but to wave back, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. You smiled looking at him all flustered. Trust me, Wreck, I know the feeling. You chuckled.

Wrecker went from shy to concerned, plastered all over his face. A small, blond girl stood next to him, the same concern reflected on hers. It was interesting to see how deep her connection to Tech seemed to be. Her time on the screen was brief, but you couldn’t mistake the look on her face because you knew the feeling well.

You wondered who the kid was and how long she’d known them. Maybe she could help you find them. She might be easier to locate than them if she was involved in the races there. You took a quick screen image to study later.

“Looks like Tech has got a vaporization wish! And has removed all his weapons!”

“Oh shut up.” You mumbled.

You bit your lip, that bubble of anxiety starting to nest in your stomach again, but you immediately recognized why Tech did what he did.

His speed. He’s a lot faster now.

You watched as he zipped along the track. You could almost see the focus in his eyes. You knew it was there of course, from experience. You could picture what his face under his helmet was.

Lips drawn in determination and clamped shut, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Your heart was thumping as fast as his speeder. He was catching up…

Then the two that wrecked TAY-O last race started to box Tech in.

Oh no. You knew what was coming…it was as if you were given a snippet of the future through the eyes of someone else. A sense of deja vu. You bit your lip harder. You vaguely tasted blood in your mouth and your lip swell. But it was all numb. Tears sprung up again and your breath hitched. An image of the accident flashing across your memory.

Please don’t get caught! Please don’t get caught!

You watched the two racers fire on Tech, closing in. They were lining up…he was losing his shields!

You wanted to scream but you had no air in your lungs.

You saw the razer leave the ship in front and your eyes went wide.

Tech! Your heart made one last agonizing plea as the next seconds went way too fast and way too slow.

You watched the ship behind Tech prepare the clamper. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t. If something happened to Tech, you had to know. Then, just as the ship reached out for Tech, Tech made his move. He swiftly turned out of the way and dropped back, letting the two plotters destroy themselves. At the last moment, he sped ahead and crossed the finish line.

“Aaaand the winner iiiiissssss! Teeeeeech!”

You watched as the crowd rallied and cheered Tech on, chanting his name over and over again. Tears filled your eyes again but they were good tears. Relief flooded your body and you didn’t realize how tight you were holding your datapad. Your fingers hurt from clutching it so hard, not to mention your jaw that had been clenched tight the whole race. You rubbed your cheeks to try to loosen the muscles stiff and sore.

Pride took root next. The smile from your mouth spread to your eyes. You were glad he was getting the attention he deserved. His skills deserved to be recognized.

He did the lazy salute you were always so fond of and the crowd went wild.

You crazy idiot. You chuckled to yourself and fell back against the wall, winded and exhausted as if you were racing yourself.

You sat there dazed. What had you just seen? Was this real? You had to get more information on the racers…who they were racing for…their backgrounds. That would lead you to him. You’d find him. You were so close now, you could taste it! You’d have to get a replay of the race, just in case there were clues you missed. You were sure you could find it. You were still salty he used his own name and was on the holoshow, ruining his cover but as long as this didn’t exist in Empire data, he’d be safe. You’d make sure of that. Maybe you could…

Your train of thought was interrupted by a TK-trooper, who seated himself at your table.

“What’s got you all smiling pretty, hey there gorgeous?”

You smiled the brightest smile you could. “My man was just making me proud.” You waved your datapad, careful not to show the screen.

He got the idea and got up. “Uh, I think I forgot something.”

There ya go. Then a thought hit you. What if he liked someone else? You could easily see someone with more confidence than yourself flirting with him. He was an amazing guy…and now that he was a racing hero as well…you sighed. One thing at a time.

But now you had hope, hope you could see him again and finally tell him how you felt, how you didn’t want to leave him again, how you would help him survive against the Empire and fight against it if it came to that. Being by his side again in the field would be enough for you even if your other hopes weren’t realized.

You couldn’t stop smiling. You couldn’t believe it. You’d found him.

The world around you kept moving. Trays clanked against tables, people’s talk kept getting louder, troopers were moving too and fro, coming in after their shifts to finish the day with a tasteless meal and the nightshifters rushing in to get their fill before reporting to their posts.

All of them living unaware of the adventure you just had in the same cafeteria. A few minutes which could change the course of your life. That made the last few months worthwhile. So you continued sitting there, unmoving in the churning rainbow of white, gray and black.

But now what? So much information was still missing…you could deal with that. After all, hope had been restored. Anything was possible now. Your head buzzed. You now had a lead and you wanted to follow it…

“Food’s going to get cold if you keep staring.” a familiar, snakelike voice said, not unfriendly. You’d know the jest in that voice anywhere.

“Hey Crosshair!”

“What’s got you smiling all pretty and in a daydream?”

You opened your mouth to say more but stopped.

You wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him so bad. You wanted to see him proud of his brother. After all, he did have a right to know he was safe, right? But was it a good idea? Perhaps…Tech would be safer if you didn’t. If you kept this to yourself. If you just snuck away and found him…You didn’t know what to do. Crosshair did stay loyal to the Empire. He returned instead of leaving with his brothers. Yet he lied for their safety.

You heard a slight cough and looked up. Crosshair had one eyebrow raised curiously, almost teasingly.

“So?”

You realized you hadn’t answered. He was still waiting for a response.

So you had to give him one.

Trust or not to trust. That was the question.

(Part 2)

Dividers by @djarrex and @ve-ti-ver

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #star wars #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb omega #star wars the bad batch #tech x reader #tech #tech x you #tech and reader #tech x female reader #tbb tech x reader

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skellymom · 4 months ago

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 24 & 25

"SEPARATION" & "THE NIGHTMARE"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

To read Chapter 23 - "RETREAT"

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/763930279133970432/vagabonds-chapter-23?source=share

Word Count: 3.9K (Sorry so long. Wasn't sure WHERE to end this chapter, so I posted TWO CHAPTERS! I am hoping to wrap this series up by the end of this year!!!)

Background: What plans do The Empire have with LOVE? We meet several more NEW supporting characters. And Hunter has a helluva nightmare!

For anyone new to this series: "LOVE" is the nonbinary/genderfluid neurodivergent/nonverbal Force sensitive kid of the main OC of this series named Mad. Mad is an older single mother, close to almost 50 years of age (not many older female protaganists in stories, so I decided to make one.)

Warning: SW Canon violence, some blood, swearing, angst.

(Credit: Cool dividers by @4ngelic-Wh1spers, @plum98 @strangergraphics-archive Pinterest: Bad l3atch, f/StarWarsJediSurvivor)

He stunned the little shit, but REALLY wanted to kill her outright. He HATED this dog with every fiber of his being.

CX swore as he carefully pulled off his ruined faceplate. Blood poured from the toothmarks and sharp edges of the destroyed plastoid. Then dropped it to the floor.

An animal of that size SHOULD’NT be able to bite through his armor. And she SOMEHOW managed to hide or cloak herself within the confines of his ship easily. Her mastery of stealth, ferocity of attack, along with her bite strength might be beneficial to breed into a new class of working dogs for the Empire. Dr Hemlock might be pleased to have such a specimen to experiment with.

And, if the doctor didn’t feel the need to use her, he could destroy her himself.

CX applied pressure to the facial wounds with his bacta bandaged left hand that had been mauled. He hailed his contact with his still intact right hand.

Governor Tarkin’s likeness popped up on holocomm.

“Did you capture the Force sensitive?” Tarkin sniffed.

“Yes. Aboard my ship and restrained successfully. We are enroute.”

“Good. With this asset our timetable for PROJECT STARDUST is AHEAD of schedule.” Tarkin seemed pleased. “We will expect your arrival within one standard rotation.”

The Governer's image immediately disappeared.

CX would contact Dr Hemlock about the dog later.

LOVE awoke both hands tethered together and a collar around their neck. They cautiously glanced up where they lay on the floor.

Tiggy lay prone and unconscious nearby. One of her back legs dangled at an odd angle. Clearly, she was injured. LOVE reached out to her with the Force.

Nothing.

LOVE was unable to feel...anything. They couldn’t levitate, either. And, unable to Force Manipulate physical objects.

The fisticuffs binding their hands, looked different from anything LOVE had seen before.

The CX Trooper in the pilot’s seat faced away from love, busily dabbing bacta on his facial wounds.

“You can TRY. The restraints were specifically designed for a Force Sensitive such as yourself.”

He didn’t glance up from his wound care.

LOVE reached out again.

NOTHING. No Force powers at all.

However, LOVE could still physically move their body.

CX swung around in his chair. He raised his left hand and motioned to his face.

“Your...pet is responsible for this!”

LOVE’s eyes widened with the realization Tiggy was the culprit...smiling deviously at the Trooper.

He snarled back at LOVE and swung his chair back around to face the pilot’s console.

“You think this is a JOKE? If you resist in ANY way or refuse to do what I say, I will shoot your pet dead and blow her body out the airlock.”

He calmly fitted a new glove carefully over his bandaged hand.

LOVE laid their head down on the metal floor and whimpered pathetically.

It was quite the vision: Taavi’s Bar’ge Fix ‘N Go was an immense, rough looking, refurbished old barge freighter, including a multitude of modifications lit with neon. Blocking out the stars as it slowly sailed past. According to Sil, it served as a docking station, mechanical repair, hotel, cafeteria, bar...

...and an illegal and VERY secretive “treat and street it” clinic.

Uncle Taavi always came up with several streams of income. His major one being a repair service for ships, droids, devices, and prosthetics. He also rescued feral Tooka cats, spayed, neutered, providing them medical treatment and care.

Taavi NEVER stopped fixing things. Fixing things was HIS LIFE.

The Marauder was able to pull the still barely operational Beldame from the hyperspace lane, then detach from its top. Echo and Wrecker piloted the Havoc Marauder while Hunter and Sil slowly followed behind piloting the Dread Beldame. Tech and Omega sat with Mad on the ‘Dame making sure she stayed medically stable. Omega also kept her eyes glued on Hunter. He INSISTED on helping pilot the Beldame...knife STILL buried in his thigh. She twirled her fingers in Mad’s long mohawk tail with one hand and held Mad’s hand with the other.

Omega ALSO worried about LOVE and Tiggy while listening to Mad’s ragged breaths.

Mad didn’t know LOVE and Tig wasn’t with them. She anticipated the fear and heartbreak a mother would experience when she found out...

Tech did his best to TRY and distract her by infodumping...to no avail.

With help of the Bar’ge ‘N Go’s tractor beam, it pulled in the hulking mass of the Dread Beldame into the landing bay of the barge. The Batch marveled at the repair bay. Taavi seemed to have EVERYTHING to fix ANY kind of ship, arranged neatly and cleanly. True the equipment was much older but well-made and maintained expertly. Odd looking, refurbished droids zoomed and whizzed back and forth inside it’s mechanical bay.

After both ships landed. Their respective crews emerged...to greet the man who owned this establishment: Mad’s Uncle Taavi.

He was as tall as Echo with shaggy black hair, dark skinned, his face heavily tattooed with symbols and designs. His eyes, pitch-black silver speckled irises, indicative of the OLD Nomaadi. A subset of their people older than time...before the Long Purge of their numbers....and one of the reasons the Nomaadi were referred to as “The Star People.” His patchworked but well-fitting clothing indicative of a Nomaadi with deep family ties...the pieces of snipped fabric from family and friends sewn as embellishment on his clothing. A tapestry of memories and strength of family ties to accompany him on his Long Road: The Journey of Life. Heavy and well-worn work boots completed the outfit.

A small statured...child? Walked next to Taavi with the confidence of an adult. Her unmelanted hair braided into many long, tiny braids that trailed past her shoulders. Her eyes: Either blue or ultraviolet, depending on the light. Blue veins occasionally showing through her pale albino skin.

Finally, a standard Astromech adorned in rose gold detailing, a yellow light on her dome. She was a spiffy droid to behold. Of course...she knew it... Behind the astromech followed several tiny droids, and two Tooka kittens chasing after them.

Taavi stopped. His eyes wide in surprise.

“Sil? As I breathe the stale recirculated shitty air of this ship...never thought I’d see ya AGAIN!!!”

He grabbed Sil up and hugged the teen. Sil hugged Taavi back.

When Taavi let go, he wiped a tear from his eye.

Sil leaned out, grabbing Thoomie and pulling her into the hug as well. She embraced Sil.

Then Taavi caught sight of Mad being carried in Hunter’s arms. She was covered in dirt and crusted blood from multiple wounds. Her breathing loud, harsh, and labored. She was barely conscious.

“Ohhh FORCE NOOO! We gotta get her into the bacta tank! COME WITH ME!!!” Taavi didn’t ask for introductions. He ushered them through the ship and into a secret wing that contained a large medical lab.

Taavi motioned to Hunter “Put ‘er in there. We’ll clean her in that tub first, then put ‘er in the tank.”

Hunter carefully placed Mad into the stainless steel tub. Then stood over her and stared silently. He seemed mentally far away...

“Uncle...” Thoomie tapped Taavi on the arm. “I think he’s in a state of shock.”

Taavi did a double take at Hunter, pointing “Son...ya got a knife stickin’ out of ya there...”

Hunter calmly glanced down at the knife and back at Taavi “Yes...”

“Thoo, take...whatshisname...” Taavi nodded to Hunter.

“Hunter” Hunter answered.

“Hunter and that smart lookin’ fella...” Taavi nodded at Tech.

“I’m Tech.” Tech added smugly.

“With Tech and that droid guy” Taavi referred to Echo.

Echo didn’t answer, just shook his head grimacing.

Tech answered for Echo “Uh, that is Echo.”

“Sure.” Taavi waved them on. “Have ‘em help you prep Hunter for surgery. Can’t be walkin’ around MY ship with a knife stickin’ outta ya like nothin’s happenin.” Taavi shook his head. “Mad sure can pick ‘em...”

“Come with me” Thoomie took Hunter’s hand and led him, Tech, and Echo away.

“Sil, stay with me. You can catch me up while we work on your Auntie.” Then Taavi addressed Wrecker. “Eh, big guy...Help me clean up Mad so we can plop ‘er in that bacta tank.”

“Uh...ok.” Wrecker seemed confused about what was happening.

Taavi recognized Wrecker’s confusion. “You wanna get free care, ya gotta pitch in and help. Droids will finish after we start, ok? Besides, Mad will pitch a fit if we let them droids touch her.”

Wrecker hesitated.

Sil nodded to him and patted his back. “You got this Wrecker. Uncle Taavi will walk ya through it.”

Wrecker nodded and did as he was told.

CHAPTER 25 - "THE NIGHTMARE"

Thoomie handed Echo a surgical gown and bag for Hunter’s clothes. She then handed a tub of Bacta wipes to Tech. She instructed Hunter to sit down.

She pulled a syringe out of a drawer, then a drug bottle from a wall unit, and began drawing up a dose. Thoomie approached Hunter.

Echo and Tech glanced alarmingly at each other. Tech stepped in her way “Is it standard protocol on this ship to have CHILDREN give injectable medication?”

Thoomie laughed. “Forgot you’re new here. I’m NOT a child.”

Echo and Tech glanced at each other again...now in confusion.

“I have a rare genetic disorder that inhibits my normal growth and development. Will FOREVER look like a preteen or teenager...for the rest of my life.”

Both clones stared at Thoomie stunned.

“You’re defective???” Tech blurted out.

Thoomie winced “Er...you COULD say that. I prefer the term different...or unique. PLEASE step aside and let me treat your batchmates' pain. His condition is worsening, and I need to remove that knife as soon as possible.”

Tech stepped back.

“How did you know we’re clones?” Echo asked as Thoomie swabbed Hunter’s arm with a bacta wipe and injected into his vein. Hunter winced slightly and came out of his glazed state to attempt to rub the area. Thoomie handed him a square of sterile gauze and gently placed his hand over the area like a parent would a child. Hunter kept quiet and held pressure on the injection site.

“The timbre of your voices. Subtle similarities in your facial features. Other...tells in your mannerisms. Hard to explain.” She tossed the syringe in a sharp's container.

“What would you require of us to assist you in helping Hunter.” Tech spoke up.

“I’ll let you both undress him completely, throw the clothes in the bag, then wipe him down all over. Don’t worry about his hair. Put the gown on with the opening in the front. Please drape several FRESH bacta wipe over his private parts for cleanliness and discretion. Knock on the partition when you’re done. I can then prep him for surgical removal of that vibroknife.”

Then she handed a pair of medical scissors to Tech. “Imagine you will need these to get his blacks off without further injury. We have extra clothing on board if this is his only pair of pants. Please be quick. Thank you.” She promptly left the room.

Tech pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose “The Nomaadi NEVER cease to amaze me.”

Echo put his hand on Hunter’s shoulder to get his attention. He could tell the pain meds were starting to to work. “Let’s get you ready, ok?”

Hunter nodded sleepily...as he closed his eyes...drifting into the dark...

They had come for him and his brothers AGAIN.

Hunter wedged himself under the small gap beneath his lower bunk, pressing his back against the wall of their barracks. He managed to pull Crosshair halfway under. Only little Hunter and his skinny younger brother could manage to fit.

Crosshairs fear was palpable as he scrambled to squeeze in with Hunter. Tech rigged the mechanics of their bunk room door so it could only open from the INSIDE. He hid behind the already large Wrecker who stood tall and RAGEFULLY angry, fists clenched and ready for a good fight.

They were ONLY children.

The Kaminoan’s and their clinical assistants routinely carried out medical experiments on them. They rebelled against the pain, shame, and inappropriately probing hands that explored their bodies.

This was NOT the first time the Bad Batchers had resisted.

The Kamino medical staff learned the hard way several times to bar access to ANY sharp objects or ANYTHING at all that could be used as a weapon. This left the Batchers room barren of any toys or enrichment. Only to be let out for training and mess hall meals. When it was found the defective clones had smuggled in an occasional training weapon or a table utensil from the mess hall, they were routinely patted down, scanned, and accompanied by the staff themselves.

As the Batchers anger and resentment peaked, along with their accelerated growth, strength, and strategy, fully trained teenage Reg clones were called in to perform this duty.

Some of these Regs sustained severe injuries, thus creating MORE resentment already present among the “Defective” Clones and the Regs. This rivalry came to a head when Hunter’s nose was broken during a particularly violent scuffle and Tech was knocked unconscious, almost compromising his advanced mental capacity. Wrecker and Crosshair’s retaliation was immediate and SEVERE. One of the Regs barely survived HIS injuries.

From that time on the Kaminoan’s ONLY sent in the most hardened adult clone troopers in armor to retrieve them. Lama Su considered “discontinuing” their squad due to the inconvenience. But Nala Se convinced him this sharpened their skills and made them more “elite.”

Clearly, the child Batchers were no match for these new adversaries.

Wrecker didn’t give a damn. As the door was finally breached and the clone troopers spilled in he rushed them. His screams of rage sounded familiar to Hunter...

...like an angry dog.

Tech begged for leniency as he was dragged away, promising to be compliant from now on...

Hunter held tight to Crosshair...

...who was yanked from his grasp and pulled out from under the bunk.

Hunter attempted to call out to his brother but could make NO sound.

“OW! LITTLE FUCKER BIT ME!!!” As Crosshair was dropped face down on the hard white glossy floor. Blood splattered across the polished tiles from Cross’ split lip.

Crosshair pulled his face from the floor, yelling Hunter’s name...

...it wasn't Crosshair’s face, but Jebith Freed.

A green armored CX trooper grabbed the boy’s leg, dragging him away while he trailed bloody purple rose petals in his wake...SCREAMING Hunter’s name over and over...as the bunk room melted into an alien forest...

Lightning struck the ground. Torrential rain fell in thick sheets.

Hunter, terrified watched from under his bunk as the ground gave way swallowing both the boy and trooper up.

The wall behind Hunter groaned, buckled...muddy water spilled through cracks. He attempted to scrabble away, but the remaining wall of the bunk room collapsed around him. A wave of muddy water and debris enveloped Hunter....

...dragging him down into the darkness...

Hunter awoke with a START.

"You’re safe, Hunter. I’m here.” Omega’s voice.

Her face came into view.

He felt fuzzy around the edges of his consciousness. Hunter had gotten enough injuries in the past to recognize recovery from sedated anesthesia.

“You’re not on Kamino anymore. We’re on a Nomaadi sanctuary barge.”

Omega held Hunter’s hand tightly as the realization set in.

“How...did you know?”

“I remember EVERYTHING you ALL went through on Kamino.” Omega’s voice trembled “Until Shaak Ti found out and intervened...instead of the Reg troopers, they began sending ME to help gain your trust.” Her face conveyed deep sadness. “When you all finally complied, I was not allowed around your squad...again.”

“How come I don’t remember?” Hunter rubbed his forehead.

“It was traumatic. You shut it out. The memories are still in there...they come out in your dreams.”

“...nightmare...definitely NOT a dream.” Hunter swallowed. He was overcome with emotion from the effects of the anesthesia. His eyes welled up.

“SO glad to have you ‘Mega. I LOVE YOU.” He choked. Hunter felt this MANY times but never vocalized it.

Omega threw herself onto Hunter, hugging his neck tightly. “I LOVE YOU TOO HUNTER! I was so scared of losing you!!!”

“Take the whole galaxy to hold me back from you, ‘Mega. Sorry I had to leave you on this mission...” He hitched as he inhaled. A tear ran down his cheek. And Hunter squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “If I hadn’t left you behind this time, probably never see you again...”

He opened his eyes to see Wrecker and Echo approaching his bedside. He could see the relief in their eyes.

But Hunter’s post anesthetic daze wasn’t done...

“I failed...” He mumbled to them. “Lost LOVE, and somehow Tiggy...Jebith...this kid on that planet we ran into...”

“Hunter...” Echo squeezed Hunters shoulder reassuringly. “You couldn’t...”

“NO...should have had you and Wrecker along with us...”

Wrecker looked concerned over his brother’s uncharacteristically strong emotional outburst.

“It was HORRIBLE! Like losing Caleb Dume all over again!!!” Hunter worked himself up. “I FAILED CROSSHAIR TOO! HE WAS RIGHT...I’M NOT FIT TO LEAD...” More tears. “...NOT FIT TO BE A BROTHER...OR A FATHER...”

“Now, now” Echo patted Hunter’s shoulder. His normally gruff voice softer. “That’s SOME kind of anesthesia he comin’ out of!”

“Perfectly normal range of surgical recovery behavior” The old Med Droid, who had been washing Hunter’s muddy hair prior to him awakening, handed a tissue to Hunter. “Deeply held thoughts and feelings do tend to surface when the patient awakens. Wipe your eyes, friend. We must get some sustenance into you soon. It will help you heal”

“Thank you, Rusty” Omega took the tissue from the droid and dabbed at Hunter’s face. “PLEASE don’t cry Hunter. You did what you could.”

Hunter sniffed and steadied his breathing.

Wrecker leaned over and carefully hugged Hunter, then kissed him on the temple. “Hey...let the Droid finish ‘yer hair.”

“Yeah, you look like a wet mess.” Echo joked.

Hunter took the tissue from Omega and blew his nose. “Yeah...a total mess...” He started to come out of the anesthesia a bit more. “Apologies”

“None needed.” Echo smiled.

Omega held Hunters hand, patting it.

Rusty conditioned and rinsed his hair again, then dried it fully. Hunter reached up to run his fingers through his hair. SO SOFT!

He mildly panicked at the absence of his bandana.

“No worries, friend. All of your clothing has been taken to the laundry. We will return it to you soon, clean and pressed!”

The droid wizzed around to Hunter’s bedside. “Don’t YOU look HANDSOME! Now your family will take you to see your lady.”

Hunter attempted to pull back the blankets and get off the hover stretcher.

“NO Hunter!” Echo pushed Hunter back down on the stretcher. “Gotta lie still, or you’ll pull out your sutures.”

Wrecker chuckled “And you’re only wearing that blanket. Nothin’ else.”

“Oh!” Hunter blushed and chuckled, now in better spirits but still feeling the effects of the drugs.

“Relax and your family will take care of the rest.” Rusty waved goodbye as Echo wheeled Hunter down the corridor. Omega and Wrecker waved back following behind.

They wheeled Hunter into an adjacent room containing several bacta tanks. Sil leaned against the tank, waiting for Mad to awaken. Omega ran to him, and they embraced each other. Tech infodumped animatedly with a 2-1B med droid named “Bucket.” But paused when he spotted Hunter.

“You appear to be recovering quite well.” He smiled brightly. “I am extremely pleased, Hunter.”

“That’s...SO affectionate of you, Tech.” Hunter chuckled, then turned to Taavi and Thoomie. “How is Mad? Are the babies...”

Thoomie answered “She’s just recovering from anesthesia. The babies are EXTREMELY healthy...and STILL growing! Never seen anything like it!!! I am concerned about Mad, though. She’s been through A LOT physically.”

“She’ll REQUIRE quite a lot of rest and nutrition. The accelerated growth could take a negative toll on her health as the multiple fetuses she is carrying will literally leach the nutrients from her body.” Tech added.

“Eh, sounds like she’s got parasites.” Wrecker shivered.

“Technically...unborn babies ARE commensal parasites” Tech adjusted his goggles.

Echo grimaced “Pregnancy sounds...creepy...compared to clone Growth Jars.”

“It’s beautiful.” Hunter mused, staring at the bacta tank Mad was currently floating in. “Imagine giving up your body for another life. Not just during pregnancy but devoting all your energy to raising that delicate being once it’s born, grows, becomes its own person. Loving that little life so much it almost hurts...willing to sacrifice or even die for it...heck...some people do it for others who can’t experience that themselves...” Hunter smiled and tears welled up in his eyes.

Thoomie was impressed “That’s...pretty deep.”

“Yep. That’s Hunter.” Echo grinned. “Usually, it’s all in his head. We’re lucky to hear it out loud right now because of the surgery drugs.”

“He does wax poetically when inebriated as well” Tech added “When sober Hunter tends to hold a HUGE amount of emotional weight in.”

“That’s Tech’s way of sayin’ Hunters a BIG softie.” Wrecker whispered to Taavi.

Taavi chuckled. “Good thing to be. The galaxy needs more empathy, no?”

“My apologies for the interruption” Bucket interjected “Our patient is waking up. Vitals are within normal ranges currently.”

“Whoa, there!” Uncle Taavi tapped the bacta tank to get Mad’s attention.

Mad stirred and slowly started to realize where she was. Inside of the bacta tank she was hooked up to an IV line, a feeding tube, respirator, bacta nebulizer, and endotracheal vacuum. The lines swayed around her as she bobbed in the bacta solution. Mad was only clad in a medical chest binder and med panties which helped secure the lines that carried her urination and defecation waste away. The rest of her exposed body covered in a multitude of small lacerations from the shrapnel Uncle Taavi had surgically removed.

He could see her anxiety ramping up.

“She gonna RIP them out. Bet ya.” Taavi remarked to Thoomie and Tech.

“While I understand your concerns restraints seemed too severe an option.” Tech remarked.

Thoomie nodded “I agree with Tech.”

“Ah, you never seen Mad lose her SHIT! She’s got a phobia about all of this” Taavi motioned to the whole tank, then addressed the B1. “Sorry Bucket, best to leave outta here for now 'fore she notices you. Or gonna be hell to pay!”

The B1 turned to Thoomie. She nodded “It would be best for the patient. You can return when she is sleeping.”

Hunter commiserated “My apologies, Bucket.”.

The droid silently turned to leave.

Mad eyed the med droid suspiciously, then flashed an obscene hand gesture as it left the room.

Hunter giggled.

Mad attempted to laugh too but erupted into a violent coughing fit.

She choked and gagged SOMETHING up. One of the tubes attached to her life support face mask suctioned it out of her trachea.

Her breathing sounded slightly better and less raspy.

Hunter put his hand up to the glass, pressing his palm flat against it.

Mad did the same on the interior of the tank. Eventually, she glanced further out in the room, shocked to recognize Uncle Taavi and Thoomie. She waved excitedly to them...and scanned the room again...

Someone was missing...Mad signed in Basic with her other hand...

LOVE? Tiggy...

Hunter TRIED his very best to keep a neutral face through his post-surgical haze. He was at a loss for words.

Mad glanced up at the faces of all the Batchers, Sil, Taavi, Thoomie...

Varying expressions of sadness and guilt is all she saw. Nobody spoke.

She hitched and cried out loudly, then choked and gagged violently again. In her grief, she reached for the tubes attached to her in what looked like an attempt to pull them out.

Thoomie immediately punched the sedative button on her IV line.

Mad went still within the tank, floating quietly while the endotracheal vacuum cleared her lungs.

“Hate to say it...I told ya so...” Taavi whispered sadly.

Hunter covered his face with both hands and quietly sobbed.

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sinfulsalutations · 1 year ago

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i woke up in a very depraved mood with some rather fascinating thoughts about wrecker, and... well i had to write it down so here it is. read the filth below the cut :)

mr munch wrecker himself LOOOOVES it when you're on top and grind yourself down, melodically pressing your body onto his with your arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders.

it's so underrated in his opinion, especially cuz he knows it gives you that friction on your clit and swirling sensations the more you rock yourself up and down.

he likes it when you whine from overstimulation of frustration, like when you just can't seem to hit that perfect spot without his aid and you plead him gently to help you. and of course, wrecker couldn't deny such a sweet ask, so he's grabbing onto your hips and hoisting you up and down, to hit that spot, before easing you down again to grind back and forth, back and forth...

"oh, i'm so close," you sigh, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. "shit, i'm--" you're interrupted by your own moan as you start rocking yourself with sudden fervor.

when it comes to sex with wrecker, his pleasure is knowing you're pleased-- so seeing you writhe and twitch the closer you get to clenching all over his cock makes his dick so hard. he'll gasp out wanton groans as he watches you take your pleasure, staving off his own finish until he knows you're good and satisfied. wrecker is a gentleman, after all. he knows that ladies come first.

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zoeykallus · 1 year ago

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Hi there! I love your headcanons and I was wondering if I could make a personal request. Let me know if this is a no-go.

I have PMDD, premenstrual dysphoric disorder, basically PMS [premenstrual syndrome] but 20x worse. It usually resolves upon the onset of the crimson wave. But not all the time.

I have been struggling really badly with the deep depression, insomnia, and self-image issues brought on by my disorder.

Do you think we can see how the Batch handles their fem reader S/O struggling with this disorder specifically? And maybe, if it's not too much, a part 2 with some of our favorite regs?

Thank you so much!

Aloha my dear!

Oh, this is a heavy hitter, I know where you are coming from. So many people out there have no idea how freaking much this can affect someone's life. PMS is already a hard thing to deal with, but PMDD brings it to yet another really shitty level. Don't worry, I got you 😊

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HCs - Struggling With PMDD

Warnings: Mention of PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder) and its symptoms /Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

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AC: I'm using Techs Part first to introduce PMDD and its symptoms to those who might not know what it is. So don't be surprised about Tech's Part being longer than the others, there is a lot of information in there. So please read Tech's part, to understand what this is all about 😊

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Tech

The first experiences he has with you in this context are frightening for him. Apart from the fact that you suddenly seem like a completely different person to him, he is really worried about you. But Tech wouldn't be Tech if he didn't get to the bottom of this.

It takes him a little while to find the right material.

Premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD) is a much more severe form of premenstrual syndrome (PMS). It may affect women of childbearing age. It’s a severe and chronic medical condition that needs attention and treatment. Lifestyle changes and sometimes medicines can help manage symptoms.

The exact cause of PMDD is not known. It may be an abnormal reaction to normal hormone changes that happen with each menstrual cycle. The hormone changes can cause a serotonin deficiency. Serotonin is a substance found naturally in the brain and intestines that narrows blood vessels and can affect mood and cause physical symptoms.

What are the risk factors for PMDD?

While any woman can develop PMDD, the following may be at increased risk:

Women with a family history of PMS or PMDD

Women with a personal or family history of depression, postpartum depression, or other mood disorders

Other possible risk factors include lower education and cigarette smoking

Talk with your healthcare provider for more information.

"Healthcare provider?" he mumbles softly between reading, "As if any of us have such a thing"

Symptoms of PMDD appear during the week before menstruation and end within a few days after your period starts. These symptoms disrupt daily living tasks. Symptoms of PMDD are so severe that women have trouble functioning at home, at work, and in relationships during this time. This is markedly different than other times during the month.

There is a chart with symptoms and he worriedly starts to read it.

The following are the most common symptoms of PMDD:

Psychological symptoms

Irritability

Nervousness

Lack of control

Agitation

Anger

Insomnia

Difficulty in concentrating

Depression

Severe fatigue

Anxiety

Confusion

Forgetfulness

Poor self-image

Paranoia

Emotional sensitivity

Crying spells

Moodiness

Trouble sleeping

Fluid retention

Swelling of the ankles, hands, and feet

Periodic weight gain

Diminished urine output

Breast fullness and pain

Respiratory problems

Allergies

Infections

Eye complaints

Vision changes

Eye infection

Gastrointestinal symptoms

Abdominal cramps

Bloating

Constipation

Nausea

Vomiting

Pelvic heaviness or pressure

Backache

Skin problems

Acne

Skin inflammation with itching

Aggravation of other skin disorders, including cold sores

Neurologic and vascular symptoms

Headache

Dizziness

Fainting

Numbness, prickling, tingling, or heightened sensitivity of arms and/or legs

Easy bruising

Heart palpitations

Muscle spasms

Other

Decreased coordination

Painful menstruation

Diminished sex drive

Appetite changes

Food cravings

Hot flashes

His brows are drawn together critically. With a heavy sigh, he says quietly to himself, "Oh boy…"

Tech makes it his business to see that you are examined by a proper doctor, given appropriate medication, and change your diet. He sometimes seems stern and matter-of-fact, but only when he notices you neglecting yourself. Tech also pampers you to counteract the psychological symptoms, with picnics, massages and the like.

Don't worry too much, Tech's got your back. He won't give up on you.

Hunter

His senses already tell him what connections exist with your condition. But of course he is not a doctor and therefore informs himself accordingly without your knowledge, Tech helps him. What he learns frightens him, Hunter is really worried, and he makes it his mission to make this time, these symptoms, easier for you. Apart from making sure you always have the medication you need at hand, he is also much more attentive and caring than usual during this time.

You can let yourself go and not have to worry about anything, Hunter takes everything in hand and has it under control. He is especially gentle and forgiving with you during this time. You mean a lot to him, and he does his absolute best to help you.

He doesn't argue with you when you get your moods, if you want to be alone he respects that, but keeps an eye on you from a safe distance, just in case.

Echo

This sweet man really throws himself into the task of helping you. Whether it's getting your medications, preparing food, massages, and running relaxing baths, Echo has it all covered.

With him by your side, you will want for nothing during this difficult time. He is also not easily scared away, he is as patient as he is stubborn. You don't have to go to the doctor alone, Echo will accompany you.

He organizes your medication, your diet and everything else you need, if you want. If you don't, you must tell him clearly, because Echo will automatically see his task in taking care of everything.

Wrecker

He is warm, and lively. Contrary to the expectations of most, he is also very sensitive and attentive. Of course, he does not miss the fact that something is wrong with you. Of course, he is worried and wants to help.

Talk to him honestly, try not to withdraw, and you will have a steadfast supporter and caretaker in Wrecker. He likes to spoil you, make sure you are taken care of and have your medication.

Wrecker is happy to adapt to you, you just need to communicate with him and let him know what you need. Taking care of you is very easy for him, he likes to do that. Knowing that he can make things easier for you is also good for him in this situation. So confide in him, there is absolutely no reason to pretend in front of him.

Crosshair

He is a bit more complicated at first. Of course, you are incredibly important to him, and he also has a certain empathy, but he often stands in his own way when it comes to emotional, interpersonal things.

At first, he can't really deal with it at all and is looking for some distance at this time. But in a small conversation between brothers, in which Hunter makes it clear to him that his behavior sooner or later can seriously damage your relationship, Crosshair first informs himself more precisely about the existing problem. Finally, he approaches you with the knowledge he has gathered and tries to discuss with you what you can do together as a couple, what he can do as your partner to make the whole thing easier for you.

You talk about medications, doctor visits, relaxation techniques, and home remedies to combat some symptoms. It doesn't take long for the two of you to work out a certain routine that you can both manage and that he can use to help you get through this time okay.

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 1 year ago

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Worst Case Scenario

Echo x Reader

Summary- After an ambush from the Empire, you, Echo, and Omega must escape by yourselves. Hunter and Wrecker sacrifice themselves to let you three live. Based on Season 2, Ep. 16

A/N- This is angst angst angst! But semi-sweet ending. Always open to constructive criticism, thank you!

Word Count- 1,837

"You know... I tried to look out for you boys... You too." Cid said, turning her gaze from Wrecker to you.

You immediately got an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Well, more than you had since Tech's fall. Tech's death... Tears threatened to prickle at the thought, but you had to stay strong. Especially being Omegas role model...

Echo had once called you her mother figure, you remember turning red. You dismissed him jokingly, but it gave you that warm feeling in your chest. You certainly loved Omega like a daughter. You don't think there is anything you wouldn't do for her.

"You've just got too much heat on you... and you brought it here... at my place of business... I had to make the best out of a bad situation..."

You didn't even listen to Wrecker's response, as you took off for Omega's room. Blaster sounds and lasers erupted.

With a hand on your side blaster, you turned the corner and slid into Omegas temporary room.

Hunter was already standing, eyes wide.

"Call for Echo." He instructed.

You had never felt so much fear. You had all been in tight situations like this before- only now you were all beaten emotionally and physically.

"Yes sir." You mustered, out of pure habit.

"What's happening?" Omega started, standing at the blaster effects.

"It's the Empire- You two take the mining tunnels to the space port and find Echo." He looked at you, understanding the reality of the situation. "I'll get Wrecker." No, he was going to stall and buy us some time. Hunter was a smart clone, he knew what he was doing.

You tried to check the comms while Hunter pushed out a box, revealing the tunnel entrance. All you heard was static on every channel.

"But you're injured! You can't fight them alone!" She pleaded.

"You two need to go, that's an order." Hunter always commanded with authority, but there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Omega jumped to hug Hunter, squeezing his side strongly.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too, Omega."

After an exchange of glances that spoke a million words, Omega started down the tunnel. You stopped for a second, turning, and rested a hand on Hunters shoulder.

"Protect her." He insisted.

"I will... And we'll find you..." You tried to stay hopeful, but it was difficult with the past few days you had.

He gave a glance down the tunnel, Omega was too far to hear his next words.

"No, you need to get her out of here." You had never seen him so demanding.

"But-" He interrupted you.

"Now. Don't look back."

You simply nodded and headed down the tunnels.

Omega stopped on the bottom platform, you jumping down behind her.

"I can't do it.." Omega started, followed by your name. She sniffed- "We already lost Tech."

"And I am not going to lose you Omega." You said, at a loss for any word of comfort. You did though, step closer.

"No, we are going back." She tried to climb up, you blocked her way.

"Let me go!" She yelled, getting more frustrated.

"Omega!" She stopped struggling and looked at you. You crouched down to be level with her.

"We have to leave and find Echo." You gently grabbed her hands in yours. "He will know what to do. Us two, we can't take on the Empire by ourselves"

"We can't leave Wrecker and Hunter!" She yelled, arms pulling back. You inhaled deeply, you didn't want to leave them either. But you couldn't help anyone if you were all dead. You knew they were after Omega, and nothing was going to stop them.

Better three dead siblings than six, you thought gruesomely.

She looked you dead in the eyes, "If it was Echo you would go back!" You bit your bottom lip. Maybe she was right... but it wasn't Echo. It was Hunter and Wrecker, the people who would be pissed if I let her try to be a hero.

"Omega, Hunter told me to protect you. That's what I'm doing." She looked up at you with big eyes, filled with tears.

"It's not fair!" She hissed, tears falling angrily.

"I know honey, but if we don't get to Echo. We will be dead." Your breath shook at your own words. They were harsh, but not far from the truth.

She let out a small sob as you enveloped her in a hug. She clung to you desperately, almost as if it would change the circumstance.

"It's not fair.." She repeated to herself in a whisper.

You did nothing but pet her hair and hold her. After a minute you gave her a light squeeze. "We have to move before the Empire finds the ship."

She sniffled but nodded in understanding.

The two of you quickly made your way out of the tunnel exits. It was just a short run to the ship yards.

You gave a quick prayer to anyone listening before trying your comms again. The Empire scrambled the channels, but hopefully a short-range signal worked. With you and Omega crouched behind The Marauder, you tried contacting Echo.

"Echo, Omega and I are by the ship. Open the ramp." You whispered quickly. You got no response. "Echo?" You tried again.

With a loud steam, the ships doors opened. You and Omega rushed in, closing it quickly.

"Echo, we need to get out of here now!" You ran to take the Co-Pilot seat.

"What's going on, where is Hunter and Wrecker?" Echo questioned, starting up The Marauder.

With a glance behind you, you saw Omega bundled into a ball in her bunk. You still kept your voice down for your next statement.

"We were ambushed, Cid sold us out. Hunter and Wrecker gave Omega and I a window to escape." Your own eyes filled with tears at the guilt. "I had to take it." You sobbed. "I had to protect Omega." You stood true to your words, but broke down into tears.

It was a lot to process for Echo. He wanted to comfort you, but had to think logically first.

"I'm going to go back, you two need to get to Pabu." Echo stated.

"No, you don't understand Echo! That's a suicide mission!" You gasped out.

With a deep swallow, you continued- "It's the Empire!"

He snapped his head around, "We've gone against them before."

"Not this many Echo..." You let out another sob. "There are too many for us." You pulled forward, both hands cupping Echos head. "Hunter and Wrecker are already dead by now." Tears flowed freely down your face. "What do we do Echo....?"

Just as you finished, blaster noises arose. You both called for Omega, feeling much safer with her in the cockpit with the two of you.

While Echo pulled the ship up to fly, Omega was already sat in the shuttle's gunner's seat. She had a twisted look on her face as she shot freely at the Empire troopers that attacked.

You took in a deep breath, one that painfully refilled your lungs.

You viciously wiped your tears away, grabbing the handles to the front blasters of the ship. With a white-knuckled grip you shot furiously. You lost your perception of time as you fired and fired.

Echo expertly dodged most of the Empires bombs and shots, but not as well as Tech would have. Another painful reminder. Three dead. Three brothers are gone. Not to mention Crosshair was probably dead as well...

The thoughts clouded you, your grip tightened on the blaster, but you stopped firing. Your breath quickened, hyperventilating. Adrenaline was starting to lose its effect, you were crashing and burning.

Echo called your name out, you didn't move until he shouted it for the third time.

You faced him slowly, hands not moving. Your eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape.

"Hey, hey." He got up out of his seat, putting his hand on top of one of yours gently.

"It's okay, they're gone... It's over..." He pulled your hands off the handles slowly. He then cupped your face with utmost care.

"We're safe... You're safe..." With his words, you looked out the glass pane. Echo had managed to launch into hyperspace. The three of you were out of danger.

Your chest still heaved, desperate for oxygen. You shot around, looking for Omega.

She was sat in her make-shift room, clutching her stuffed toy.

You looked back at Echo, locking eyes. You embraced him strongly. He was still slightly confused on the situation, but he did what he had to keep the last of his family safe.

He pulled away to press quick kisses over your face. You were still in shock and didn't kiss back- but you leaned into his touch.

He wiped tears from your face with his hand, everything felt numb. How was he still composing himself? You questioned to yourself.

With sad eyes, you looked down, a deep breath filling you.

You reached a hand up to place on him, feeling between his breast-plates. The feeling of his chest rising calmed you.

"I'm... I'm gonna go check on Omega." You choked out, hand swiping off any last tears, quickly. He nodded, hand coming up to rest on yours. You smiled half-heartedly and slowly lowered your hand.

It was a long night of holding and rocking Omega. After the high of battle drifted away she was hysterical. Her cries were only muffled by your chest, which she clung to. You held yourself together, somehow.

When she had finally cried herself to sleep, you laid her down. Making sure that Lula, her Tooka doll, was close by.

You returned to Echo with a shaky breath. He held his arms open, an invitation for you to join him in his seat.

You took it and lowered yourself into him, melting with his touch. His arms closed around you, hand resting on your hip.

"What the hell now..." You commented, void of any emotion. You were worn out.

He thumbs the skin around your waist. "We can head to Pabu. Get resources, contact Rex, maybe even stay."

Your face scrunched up at this, you hated Pabu. Everything and everyone had a happy-go-lucky attitude. But, it didn't matter what you thought anymore. All you and Echo needed to think about is what was best for Omega.

"Or not stay, we will see what happens." He practically read your mind.

"I don't care what we do, as long as Omega is happy and safe." You glanced back at her, still sleeping.

"You need to be happy and safe too." He said, thinking about Omega and you.

You swallowed, looking down at the floor.

"So do you..." You raised your gaze to meet his. "What would make you happy, Echo?"

"Don't worry about me, you've got your hands full already." He kissed the crown of your head.

"You take care of me, I'll take care of you." You said snuggling closer to his chest.

"And we'll both take care of Omega."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I've never written any kind of angst or wump before, thanks for bearing with me! Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 1 year ago

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A (Hair)Cut Above The Rest [Hunter x Fem!Reader]

Warnings and Information: Trying to brute force my motivation to write by writing this in the course of an hour or so, so blame any spelling/grammar/plot mistakes I didn't catch in the editing on the caffeine. Undescribed fem!reader. Hunter is not described completely accurately to how he's depicted in The Bad Batch show (meaning not whitewashed) and is having a little hair trouble. Reader helps him out. Mando'a pet names are used. Order 66? Don't know her. [I got a haircut recently and I'm gonna have Hunter thoughts about it apparently.]

Word-count: 1,688

Through a turn of events that would take too long to recap, it has been you and the sergeant of Clone Force 99 aboard the Havoc Marauder for the past four days, and only you and the sergeant. You haven't minded traversing the stars, just the two of you, but you suspect he's beginning to become antsy for one reason or another the longer you and Hunter have been away on a supply run.

Several times now you've caught grumbling and grimacing every occasion he has to adjust the crimson bandana for any reason.

He's being as discreet as he can be, but you just get this feeling that Hunter is growing so uncomfortable the longer you're away from his brothers. "How much longer until we get back to the rest of the squad on Saleucami?" When he asks you this question, it's through gritted teeth and measured breathing, like he's trying to reign in his temper or something. Stave off panic, perhaps.

You look at the astronav and perform a quick mental estimate with a shrug. "Probably a day, or less. Why?"

"I don't think I can wait that long…" Hunter swears bitterly under his breath as he rips the knot of his bandana apart, and lifts the thick, curled brown hair off the back of his neck. "It's my hair," he explains with a flushing face, "normally one of my brothers helps me with this when it gets too long, but it's just you and me right now, mesh'la. I really need your help. I don't think I can wait another day before I can get this extra weight off my head and neck. Please, Ka'ra…"

He's near-desperately asking you for help in wrangling his hair, even buttering you up with pet names in Mando'a. Beautiful. Star.

Before he can beg again, you agree to help. Maker help you for having such a tender heart; never one to turn away a friend in need. "I'm not exactly a cosmetology school graduate, but I'll see what I can do." You just have to grab some items like a few hair clips and something to cut his hair with from your shower kit that's stashed in your bunk first, and then you can meet him in the refresher that's just barely big enough for Wrecker to comfortably fit in to get a handle on Hunter's hair situation.

"I don't need pretty, I just need it gone." Hunter insists, his breathing a little hitched. "There's just too much weight on my head, ka'ra." He's looking for a place to sit in the fresher, finally opting for the floor. It'll have to do. You have to kneel behind him as you make a quick assessment, and you promise you'll be gentle.

"If I'm pulling too much, you let me know, okay?"

You start to make the first cut, hoping to whatever higher powers that be in the galaxy that you'll have feeling in your knees by the time you're done. It's not exactly pleasant to put all your weight on your knees for a long time in such a cramped space.

Hunter comes just short of moaning in his relief as the weight eases off his tender scalp with every careful cut, and every slow pass of the comb through his hair to keep things tidy and mostly blended as you do your best to cut his hair in the tiny on-board 'fresher. You're going slow to start out with, doing your best to avoid sending him over the edge. You're no stranger to the rare instance that touch and taste and sound and smell becomes much too much for the Clone with half of a skull forever painted into the bronzed skin of his face. And you prove your attentiveness by how tenderly you hold the hair off the back of his neck, sensing he needs a break from all the tugging and brushing of his thick head of hair after ten minutes.

"Thank you… thank you, ka'ra…" Hunter utters, grateful that you offer reprieve without being explicitly asked. He can allow his eyes to flutter closed for a moment and likely lose himself in the constant thrum of noise inside the attack shuttle. "Feeling a bit better already."

"Oh, good. If you want me to let go, or you're ready to start again, just say the word."

"I appreciate you doing this…" he says again in a fervent utterance of thanks after some time passes by in silence, nodding decidedly when he's ready again. "...I just couldn't wait any longer. It was getting to be too much."

You pick up the pair of scissors you had set down in order to hold his hair up, and get back into position behind him. "You're welcome, Hunter. Don't want you to be too uncomfortable, now do we?" You've heard his brothers say those words a hundred times over. (But his brothers aren't here with you now. You'll be back to them soon. Hopefully they've kept out of trouble while visiting the Lawquanes.)

Sometimes Crosshair, Echo, Wrecker and Tech say it in teasing, when Hunter's hesitant to go perusing a quaint summer market on Naboo because of the pressing crowds. Sometimes they say it while trying to force him into his bunk, knowing that the careful cocktail of muscle relaxers and pain relievers will knock him flat on his ass once they've kicked in after particularly long missions, and Hunter stubbornly believes he'll lay down in his bunk before they do.

You've laughed yourself silly listening to Crosshair or Echo scolding him with a stern, mostly concerned "Get back in bed, Hunter!" like a child caught out of bed on more than one occasion as he's tried to stumble his way through the shuttle. "You don't need to take care of that right now, let one of us do it. You're. Drugged. Lay down so the medicine can do its job."

As more and more hair is snipped free, you see the relief washing over him, the discomfort ebbing away at last. "Feeling better?" you ask, brushing through his ends one last time to make sure it looks mostly lined up.

"Much. Thank you, mesh'la…"

You could theoretically have all his hair cut at once, and you offer while you've still got the scissors and comb in your hands, but Hunter thinks he can wait on thinning out the rest when you get back to the Lawquanes with things they needed for the farm. It was just the weight of his hair on his neck that he was struggling with the most today.

"Well, I'm glad I could help. Hopefully I didn't do too bad a job." you say with a gentle chuckle, brushing the loose hair from his shoulders and sweeping up the mess with the small dustpan set Hunter found somewhere else on the Marauder. He runs his hands through his hair experimentally, and then carefully ties it back with the red slip of fabric he tucked in his pocket.

"Not too bad I'd say, mesh'la…" Hunter's warm, appreciative grin sends your stomach fluttering at the sincerity, the way his eyes crease ever so gently with the gesture is equally precious. "Certainly a cut above what I could've done on my own."

"Who usually helps you cut your hair?" you wonder, fixing a curling lock of hair back into place previously trapped under the bandana.

"Cross does, typically."

"That's nice of him," you reply with a bright smile, "hopefully I didn't steal all his fun when we get back to Saleucami and he finishes the rest of the haircut."

Nothing gets past the sharp-sighted sniper: when you disembark the Omicron-class shuttle, Hunter just a little behind you as you carefully tromp down the ramp, Cross stops mid-turn in a game of Sabacc up against Cut, Echo and Tech to voice himself.

"I told you you should have let me cut your hair before you left, Hunter."

"You did, yes."

"And you didn't listen," Crosshair continues, shaking his head almost disapprovingly. Almost. He's slightly more worried than it would appear. "Had sensory troubles and had to cut it, didn't you?" Hunter bobs his head once, and sheds the bandana to allow Crosshair to perform an inspection, Sabacc now abandoned momentarily. "Hmm. Doesn't look half bad this time, Hunter."

"Afraid I can't take the credit. I asked her to help me." Hunter explains, nodding once in your direction. Crosshair's tone of scrutiny changes, now that he understands it's not his brother's handiwork.

To his memory, this is the first time you've offered to help Hunter deal with his hair like this. His brother takes good enough care of his hair on his own, save for cutting what he can't see or comfortably reach behind his head, and that's where Hunter usually turns to his brothers for help.

Wrecker, who's just gotten back from exploring with Omega, Jek and Shaeeah since they saw the Marauder coming in for a landing near the farm not too long ago, sees that Crosshair is still passively fussing through Hunter's recently-cut hair and assumes he's missed the trimming.

"Hey not bad, Cross! That was quick!"

"Can't take the credit," Cross chuckles softly, nodding in your direction, "but she can."

And there's a little cleaning up that he notices he'll need to do, but otherwise, you pretty much nailed it. "Not bad, doll." Crosshair offers at long last. "Not bad at all. Think you're gonna replace me if I'm not careful." After dinner, time and circumstances allowing, he'll coach you through on how he usually takes care of Hunter's hair when it reaches a certain length since Hunter trusted you enough to ask for help out of the blue, after Hunter recounts the ordeal to his brothers and sister.

"Always happy to help, Hunter." you promise him.

Hunter returns your friendly smile as he ties his hair back for the time being, saying he'll help Cut gather everything from the shuttle and put it in the shed for the time being before everyone helps with getting things ready for dinner.

"I'm certainly lucky that you are, mesh'la."

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well! Can I request a fic where Omega gets injured and separated from the Batch for a few days, and the reader (female) takes care of her until they can find her brothers? One night stormtroopers/imperials come in to try and take her, but reader is a BAMF (maybe an ex-battlefield medic? She has access to blasters, knives, smoke grenades, etc. to make another part of this more believable) and is able to fight them off pretty easily. The problem is actually when the Batch shows up, and reader thinks they’re the enemy and the Batch thinks she’s holding Omega hostage or something. And thus, reader vs. the bad batch begins! No one kills each other because Omega comes down and clears everything up upon her hearing her brothers. It just took her a while to come over because, you know, injury.

Also I think it’d be fun if the reader did manage to pin Hunter, even if it’s only for a second and then she would likely get pinned back because . . . It’s the bad batch.

Sure thing love, I'm down!

Xx,

Sky.

"NOT YOUR ENEMY"

HUNTER/F READER 📩💖(💔)

WARNINGS: blood&wound, stitches, light mention of atempted assault to omega (nothing happens further than words), reader being a badass and killing some storm-troopers, fire/explosions, reader being shot, some teasing/sexual tension with Hunter... A hint of competency kink? It's mostly action/fluff!

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You were just on your way back home after collecting your credits when your eyes capture the shine of a blade with the reflection of the moonlight. You've been trained to focus on such things; possible weapons, always being aware of your surroudings. If you're distracted, your dead. You weren't always; but it comes as natural as breathing to you, now.

You're not in the mood for a fight, though; so once you realise you're not the one in danger, you decide to pass this one out. If you go looking for a fight, it will find you. You're still tired of your last hunt; you're not feeling the thrill of a new chase just yet. That's until you hear a voice; way too innocent and young to be stuck in such a situation without proper defence.

Your steps backtrack silently and your eyes quickly scan the alley. It's a human girl; blonde, petite, and no older than fourteen. There are three males closing up on her; two humans, one twi'lek. You see the girl trying to get pass them, a nervous anxious smile on her face. You make your resolve right then and there.

You've got to be careful. You can't save everyone.

You move so quietly towards them they don't even realise you're right at their back until you voice up your request with your blaster pointing straight at them.

"Let's keep going on with our peacefull night walk, boys".

It's serious, firm, feigning boredom. Inside, you're as coiled as a snake, ready to strike.

Ready. Always ready. Don't trust anyone. An innocent looking enemy might be your death if you don't take him seriously, if you don't think he's a danger. If you grow complacent.

They glance at each other, evaluating their chances against you. Then down at the girl; their price if they won, or the reason of their downfall if they decide to engage you and lose. One of the humans shrugs lazily, making a head gesture towards the other two. They slowly follow him out of the alley.

"All yours" the last one snorts when he passes by you.

If someone backs down, let them go.

You swallow your furious retort and take hold of the girls wrist, tugging her in the other opening of the alley, opposite direction to them. You don't trust them not to follow you, try to catch you by surprise, so you don't stop until you're at the other side of town, walking towards the outskirts in the direction of your small house. You're still vigilant all the way.

"You alright, blondie?" You ask, glancing at her and scanning her body cautiously. "You got yourself a wound there, shirt's soaking up blood".

The girl looks down at herself and nods guiltily.

"Yeah, I, uh... Had some complications" she ends up saying, quietly, before her face quickly lits up. "Thanks for helping me, though! I appreciate it".

You nod and that's that.

"Do you have somewhere to go?"

She nibbles with her lower lip anxiously.

"Uh, yeah, but... I lost my coms in a fight, so I have no way of contacting my brothers. Can I... Stay with you for a bit til I find them? I'm sure they'll catch up to me in no time".

You glance at her and sigh quietly. You don't really want to get involved, but you have too much of a conscience to leave her to fetch for herself. She's just a kid, and you're a military medic. Well, were.

"Alright. But if you annoy me I'm pushing you out".

The kid grins. She looks even younger with the excitement and relief in her face.

"You remind me of one of my brothers. Grumpy" she adds, good-heartedly.

You huff.

"Not grumpy. Direct. Concise" you correct her. "It's different".

She chuckles quietly.

"Grumpy" she tells you again.

You roll your eyes. You're used to taking care of men; you haven't have much contact with kids before.

"You're not doing a good job of not annoying me, blondie".

She smiles and makes the universal gesture of zipping her mouth shut.

"I'm Omega, by the way" she tells you after a few seconds in silence.

You nod and glance at her again. You should really check that wound when you're back at home. It's bleeding quite a bit, even if you don't think it's deep enough to worry. You're sure you have enough meds at home to take care of it. Omega doesn't seem to be in pain either.

She stares at you while you walk, leading the way to your safe place; still expecting an answer. You glare at her before focusing back on your way home. This is going to end up being either surprisingly good or exasperate you to no end.

You relent.

"Nickname's Blade".

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Turns out Omega is pretty good company; which is quite a relief considering she's more injured than what you had originally thought and his brothers are no where to be seen after three whole days of her invasion of your privacy and home. You make sure to disinfect her wound and stitch it back together; you don't have strong opioids on stock, but she holds on surprisingly well, clenching her teeth and shutting her eyes, breathing through the pain. It makes your perspective of her change; she's not just any kid if she can push herself through that without barely making a noise. She's brave.

You cover the wound in bacta and dress it carefully; and make sure to change them to new ones twice a day. At the third night you inspect the closed wound carefully, the aspect of the skin and wether the stitches are still in good place; it seems to be progressing well. You still force her to bed rest; your new sleeping place your backpack layed on the wooden floor beside her. She feels guilty about it, and it shows; you only aknowledge it with a quiet hum. You're not going to deny you'd like your bed back; but you've slept in much worse conditions before.

I know it's difficult to fall asleep. Just try to tune it out. Think on other things.

On that third night, when you turn the lights out, Omega cautiously asks you about the origin of your nickname. You tell her your story. How you got your degree in Medicine in Coruscant's University; how you mastered in Galactic Bioscience when the war hit it's peak. How you started your first working years as a doctor in a clinic while you constantly heard about the battalions of clones being shipped elsewhere; defending all of you while you stayed with your simple Coruscanti life. How that hadn't set well inside of you; how you struggled with guiltiness and empathy every single day until you took the decision to enlist in the volunteers for the GAR. You tell her that switching to military medic had been a struggle at first; but the gratification was unmessurable. You were really needed there; you really did a change saving all those brave troopers lifes. You grew to respect them and admire those men like you had never admired someone before.

Unfortunately, with being a woman in military service, and a volunteer at that, very few troopers thought it meant you weren't able to defend yourself. To fight. When one cocky, snarky trooper had insinuated that publicly in the middle of the comedor, you had done what you believed was your right and justice by shutting his mouth; snarling back a warning while using your knife to nail down the sleeve of his upper blacks to the dinning table, blade sliding just a few inches away from his skin.

Omega's eyes are wide open while she listens to the anecdote. Yeah, it had made an impact among the clone lines as well.

"Okay, you're giving me Hunter vibes with the knife things now" she giggles in the darkness of your bedroom.

You arch an eyebrow, humming under your breath uncomitedly.

"What, he a soldier too?"

Omega is quick –too quick– to correct you.

"No, no. Mercenaries".

You'd give her the sceptical side eye if you had her in front of you. You let your voice carry your suspicion instead.

"Running around with a kid like you?"

The girl stumbles to answer. It's obvious there's more to the story there, but you believe she is trying to protect her siblings, so you let it be.

"Hey, I can defend myself!" She argues with a small huff, voice turning sheepish right after the outburst, considering your actual situation. "Well, on most ocasions. Life works in unexpected ways sometimes".

You can't help the snort that comes with her words.

"You bet" you answer sarcastically. You sigh tiredly and close your eyes again. "Good night, Omega".

You hear her reacomodating softly against the sheets.

"Night, Blade".

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You've always been a light sleeper. As soon as the alarm rings, you're jumping out of your sleeping bag and rushing to get your armour on –now stripped of all Republic marks– and backpack on your shoulders; already prepared with the basics in case you came across an emergency like this. You take a quick glance at the datapad you have conected to the cams you've got set up on the surroundings of your cabin; cursing under your breath.

"Omega" you call her sharply, shaking her awake without an inch of sympathy. "Get up and ready to go. Don't make me repeat myself".

The girl blinks sleepily, but she reads the urgency in your voice. She understands this is no joke; so she quickly jumps into action too, abandoning the comfort and warmth of the bed and quickly throwing her clothes on too, electrical bow clutched in her hands. She stares at you wide eyed.

"What's going on?" She whispers, nervously.

You ruffle through your closet, jaw clenched and set on the task of preparing yourself for the worst. One blaster gets inmediately strapped at each outer thigh; your belt of knifes looping around your waist. One vibroblade goes into the safe-pocket of your right vambrace; your second one on your left leg. You stuff your bag with a few extra surprises and tie up your hair. It's time to move.

Time is precious. Time is life. Don't be slow. Do it fast, and do it good.

"Stormtroopers" you finally answer her, cinching your backpack firmly on your shoulders, expresion growing firm and serious. "Got this whole area studied in case someone found out about my past and went towards me, but I didn't think it would be this many enemies. I think there's something you haven't told me, but there's no time for that now. Listen carefully, 'cause I'm not gonna' say this twice".

Omega nods, just slightly afraid, and you push a smaller datapad into her hands.

"This is a second safe house I've got prepared not too far away from here, close to the lake" you explain to her, quickly. "Follow the map and go there. There's different routes saved up in case you find one blocked or any other difficulties. Be silent, be quick, and you shouldn't have much problem getting there. Once you're inside, open the closet in the corner of the cabin and in the first drawer you'll see another datapad. It controls some explosives I've got set around that house. If for some reason the stormtroopers get to the safehouse before I do, blow them up, and run away. I'll be able to track your location if you have that datapad on you, it's conected to mine, so I'll find you sooner or later. Got it?"

Omega nods, brow furrowed in concentration. She looks up at you anxiously.

"What will you do? You're not... Coming with me?"

You shake your head.

"I'll buy you time" you answer, firm. "Got a few surprises set out round here as well, and I'm trained. I'll clear this out and follow you to the safe house".

You open the door of the cabin and take a carefull glance out. You make a gesture towards her.

"You should go now. They're still a kilometer away".

Omega stays stuck to the floor. You narrow your eyes at her.

"Go" you snap towards her. Then, your eyes soften. "I will go after you, I promise".

Don't promise things that aren't in your hand to make it happen or not.

But promises give hope.

False hope.

Sometimes false hope is all you need to fight harder.

Omega runs into the forest, and you're quick to close the door and abandon the cabin as well, finding your hiding spot among the trees and keeping an eye at the aproaching stormtroopers through your datapad.

You knew this kid meant trouble. Well, if war is what they want... Your fingers caresses the hilts of your blades. That's what they'll get.

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You logically know you're no match for these stormtroopers if you were to pull a direct open attack on them. You use your advantages, though; you're in your territory, one you know well, and they're advancing with blind trust that you'd be no real danger to them. It does wonders for your counter attack, and you silently move through the forest, killing one lonely soldier after the other with just a quick slash of your blade, throats splitting open and last words muffled against the palm of your globed hand in a wet gurgle of confusion and pannick. You gently let each body fall to the ground before you're moving towards the next one, checking their positions on your datapad through the cams you've got almost everywhere; lethal, quick, and quiet.

When they finally discover you –one soldier catching you silently opening the throat of a fellow one, and he shouts out your position in alarm–you've already killed half of them in the silence of the night.

It turns harder after that. They know you're around, they're aware, active; they know you're not an innocent normal civilian any longer. You're danger, real; they're coordinated, and they move fast as well. You hadn't used your blasters before in order to take advantage of the element of surprise; but you need them now, so you dodge and take your shot at them. Two more fall down before two of their own shots hit both your blaster –ripping it from your hand– and your right shoulder. You swallow your scream of pain and whimper quietly, clenching your jaw shut. You push through the pain and retreat back to the cabin in a hurry; it's your best chance.

It's a game of agility and speed. If you get there first, and they close around your home, you'll detonate the explosives hidden in the ground and kill them all. If they catch you before you're able to do that... It's you who'll end up dead.

Adrenaline rushes through your body and you feel like you're flying while you run. A shot scorches the armour plate on your back, and though it makes you stumble, you grin darkly. You've made it, and they're all dead.

You turn around to watch them and press the button on your datapad. All around you, the forest explodes and burns.

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Once you make sure there are no survivors around you –you have to shoot a pair of them down who are still struggling to breathe through the scorching pain–, you take a bacta pad from your backpack and cover your wound with it, wrapping a bandage around it to properly secure it before you're walking away from you're no-longer home. You'll tend to it properly afterwards, later; right now you don't feel like it's safe to stay here, where you've caused such a wrath. You need to get to your safe house. You need to find Omega; and you bet these stormtroopers must have reinforcements somewhere.

Fuck, this is all a mess. This is going to put a bullseye on your back and you would probably never be safe in this planet again; you should probably make a jump more sooner than later.

You sigh tiredly and continue making your way through the forest, periodically checking your datapad. You feel relieved to know that at least Omega's signal is permanently stationed there on your second cabin.

You're still checking the cams, so there should not be a way for you to get surprised; but almost upon arriving your safe house, you catch a blur of grey, red, orange and blue moving towards you at high speed with the corner of your eyes. You barely have time to identify what it is before you're being brutally tackled to the ground with a painful grunt. You fight back viciously, cataloging the man's appearance while you swing your vibroblade and try to slash him with it; the soldier quickly grabbing your hand and forcing you to drop the weapon with brutal force, almost twisting your wrist and fingers in his effort. You hiss and roll around, keeping him under you this time. It's not like you're lacking knifes...

You manage to draw one from your belt and push it right to his neck when someone else clears his throat at your back; making you glance back.

Fuck, this one's huge.

"Need some help, sarge?" He almost mocks him, and you're momentarily surprised by the entertainment in his voice, the camaraderie between this two stormtroopers as clear as the water from Naboo lakes.

You quickly pull your second blaster out and try to shoot at him; but he's faster, and he shoots back, hitting the very center of your chest plate. The impact is so close it pushes you off from the first soldier's body; who quickly takes advantage of the momentum to efectivelly pin you under him, no way of escaping them now.

Your mind is divided between trying to cope with the pain on your chest and the pannicking fact that you're trapped, and this is probably your end. Angry, frightened tears fill your eyes.

"Where is she?" the soldier on top of you demands, voice deep and almost raspy.

You narrow your eyes at him.

"Go fuck yourself" you spit in between your panting breaths.

The big one chuckles.

The trooper on top of you rips his helmet off and stares at you; clenching his jaw. You get why he decided to do that; he looks intimidating, with half of his face tattoed in black, almost mimicking a skeleton. He lowers his face and you can't help but grow tense.

"You did a good job with those stormtroopers, but I don't have any patience left, mercenary. Where. Is she".

He presses you against the floor with his hands on your shoulder, and you whimper involuntarily when he pushes against your covered wound.

The fact that he has refered to the stormtroopers with "those" slowly registers your mind. He talks about them as if they weren't ones themselves. You quickly scan them with your eyes. They're definitely not clones, no –at least not the normal ones–, and they are soldiers. Perhaps they belong to some other organization? But what could they want Omega for?

"Not a mercenary, just a normal civ here" you push through the pain and actually grin at him, defiantly, almost whispering against his lips. "And like I said; go fuck yourself".

His right hand turns into a fist and retreats, prepared to hit you, when a pannicked voice echoes in the silence of the forest, running towards you.

"Hunter! W-wait!"

The soldier's head snap towards the girl and his eyes fill with confusion, relief, and worry.

"Step back, Omega. Stay away" he orders, with a familiarity that suddenly makes everything gain sense.

The facts falls into place. This is Hunter, the brother Omega mentioned before; the one with the vibroblade. Your eyes fly to the spot for it in his own vambrace. Oh, you're all so stupid. You've almost killed each other looking for the same thing; to protect the kid.

"She's not your enemy!" Omega insists, panting while she finally reaches you lot, the big guy holding her back with a carefully heavy hand on her shoulder, a confused expresion in his scared face. "This is Blade. She was a GAR medic. She's being helping me since I got separated from you, protected me from some bad guys and even stitched my wound up and everything. Please, Hunter. I'm okay".

The man's eyes scan her up and down; first focusing on her covered stomach, searching for the wound, before continuing with the rest of her. Once he confirms she's okay, he locks eyes with Omega; both of them staring at each other for a few seconds before Hunter sighs and turns his face back towards you. You breathe and try to calm your speeding heart.

"Where exactly did you serve?" He asks, voice firm but more gentle now.

He still holds you tightly under him. As much as he wants to believe those words, he needs to check the information out.

You answer him patiently.

"327th Star Corps, under Bly and General Secura".

Hunter repeats the information over his coms without taking his eyes from you. A flicker of surprise crosses his serious expression; perhaps noticing you didn't name the Comander by his rank, but his name.

Okay, Blades. You can consider us friends now.

Your heart clenches. You glance away.

"The information appears to be correct, Hunter" a self-assured voice picks up in between the static. "There's plenty of data of a doctor going by the nickname Blade on the old GAR registers. Including the incident that prompted such name, amongst dozens of post-mission reports and recomendations. She's being searched by the Empire as well".

The coms grow silent again, and Hunter inmediately relaxes his hold on you, trusting his –other brother, you guess?– entirely.

"Forgive me" he tells you, standing up and offering you his own hand, a guilty and almost sheepish expresion on his face now. "I thought..."

"I was a mercenary that killed all those stormtroopers just to collect a price, yeah, I know" you cut him off, slowly standing up as well and wincing at the pain.

Now that the adrenaline is dropping, you feel exhausted and nautious.

"Not that she isn't a cute kid and that, but what's so special about her?" You can't help but ask.

They all tense, and you sigh in understanding.

"Family keeps family safe, okay" you accept.

Hunter's eyes flicker down towards your scorched chest plate and your bandaged shoulder. Blood is staining the bandage now, after the pressure he put on your wound seconds ago. He frowns.

"You hurt?"

You nod quietly.

"Believe it or not, trying to get rid of a whole squad of stormtroopers on your own is not that easy" you find enough energy to joke.

A tiny smirk tugs on his lips.

"Oh, I know. I'm impressed, though".

The booming voice of his other brother almost startles you into a jump.

"Yeah, we all are!"

You smile and shrug.

Hunter glances around.

"We should get out of here. We got our ship docked close. Want us to take you somewhere?" He offers.

"Any other planet would be nice" you answer, and he nods.

"Sorry for all the trouble. And thank you" he finally says, and you sigh with a small tired smile.

"Alright".

With nothing more to say, Hunter leads the way back to their ship, Omega walking besides him and Wrecker closing the line. You can't help but analise the man's interactions with the girl. It's sweet, really, the fatherly way he looks at her. It's hot too.

Oh well. You can't help but think that either. He looks good fighting, and you always had a bit of a competency kink.

THE END.

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Fiuuuuuuu!!!! This one took me really long to write bc I'm DYING with my exams and I have 0,0000001% energy (and time) spare to write. I'm actually finishing this off rn after reading my last unit for the day, i'm exhausted send help.

Anyhow, I think this little story developed okay, so I hope you like it! In case any of you hadn't guess it yet or still had doubts, the cursive stands for thoughts and memories of female reader back in battle with the GAR and her men. It's always so fun to write badass characters!

We've got JUST ONE MORE REQUEST to write (a super fluffy hunter one with dancer!femalereader) to oficially finish the second part of my requests list (will open a third one in the future don't fret). That would be 20 requests already look at that!

Also, I just need 7 more followers to make it to a hundred, and I've been thinking on doing something special for it. Suggestions?

Stay tunned for the next one and take care!

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