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din-miller · 1 year ago

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Hey, I humbly ask for the bad batch x femreader (separately) who has muscles? Like she's super insecure about them because she feels like she can't wear anything nice because she looks to bulky?

Fluff or smut it's up to you!

❤️

Ooohhh that’s a cool ask. I’ve never really had toned muscles so this was a challenge to do in a sense that I don’t have those insecurities about my body. Hopefully for those badasses who do, I didn’t completely fumble this ask.

Insecurities Get Us All, Just Thought You Should Know

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Female Reader

Words: all together is 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, implications to sexy times, Crosshair’s is spicy, insecurity, female reader, talks about how women should be soft and feminine for male pleasure, ugh, our boys will step on those men

A/N: unfortunately after spending two days thinking about how to do Echo’s part, I gave up. He will be missed. Crosshairs part is maybe (?) a little rough around the edges but I really struggle with his character. Tech loses the ability to speak with big words because you know, women with muscles leave us speechless. Dividers by @saradika

WRECKER

You stare at the dress in your hand – if you can even call it such – and wonder if you could get away with murder; more specifically the murder of one trandoshan.

While you tend to hate the missions she sends you and the Batch on, this one definitely is on top of the hatred list. You turn the dress around, eyes taking in all the straps that make up a complicated crisscross pattern, a poor excuse for a back. The dress is floor length, more elegant than daring, looser than fitting but it’s sleeveless.

It’s not ugly, the deep shade of purple is stunning to be honest. It’s just that, well it highlights the part of yourself that you keep hidden under baggy clothes. Your arms have always been an issue for you. Out of all the boys only Hunter and Wrecker’s arms are bigger than yours. The former just barely.

You were admittedly scared at first when the boys saw your bare arms. You had expected them to judge you, make fun of you, but instead they asked about your workout routine. It mostly involves saving their asses and a hundred pushups before bed.

They let you feel free to unapologetically be yourself, muscles and all. But this isn’t a hot afternoon or a Sunday swim. This is a stupid mission to a sneezy cantina.

A knock at the ‘fresher door startled you. Cid had allowed you to use her private fresher to change. The only people who’d be knocking is her, Omega, or the boys.

“One second.” You call out realising that you’re still standing naked in the room save for your undergarments.

You get to work changing, slipping the dress over your head before realising that was a mistake and you’re now stuck tangled up in the fabric. You try wiggling your body, shifting your arms as much as you can but nothing proved helpful. You’re one hundred percent stuck.

You must have made a noise because the knocking is back followed by a concerned voice, “Everything okay in there?”

Wrecker.

Sweat, loving, Wrecker.

Wrecker who playfully challenges you to arm wrestling matches despite knowing he’ll win every time. Never once making a stupid comment like if you were a man you’d be able to beat him. Wrecker, who has never made any negative or cruel comments about your appearance.

Wrecker, the man you’re oh so helplessly in love with.

The man who has never seen you in a dress, who has never once seen anything bare except your arms. That’s about to change now ‘cause there is no way you’re going to be able to get unstuck without ripping the dress. So, you swallow your pride; “I think I need help-,”

“Help? Are you hurt? Wait there, I’ll go get Tech-,”

“No, I’m not hurt. Well maybe my pride is a little,” You grunt, trying to free yourself because honestly this is not how you imagined Wrecker helping you with your clothing. No, he’d be taking them off, not putting them on, “I’m stuck.”

“Oh,” Wrecker clears his throat, sounding lost, “Do you want me to come in?”

“You can, but I’m sorta…” You frown, trying to figure out the best word, “Indecent.”

Wrecker cleared his throat again, this time a little louder, “Oh, you’re naked. I can go get Cid.”

“No! You send her in here and she’ll be coming back out in a body bag,” You warn him, completely truthful, “And I’m not naked, I have underwear on. Look it’s okay, I can get one of the other boys-,”

“Yeah, that’s not happenin’.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going to unlock the door. Is anyone else out there?” You ask, unlocking the door for him, a little awkwardly as you can’t move your arms without your entire upper body going with. You had to bend at the waist and blindly find the doorknob.

You hear shuffling from the other side, footsteps coming closer until they stop just shy of the door. You can see the silhouette of Wrecker’s boots, “No, just me. ‘sides I wouldn’t let anyone see ya half dressed. Bad enough some besom is going to eyein’ you all night like you’re some slab of meat.”

Your stomach turns unpleasantly at the thought of being subjected to lust gazes all night long, so you push away all thoughts about the mission and the foal men before they can consume you. One fear at a time.

You relax your arms, making sure you don’t flex. Good practice for tonight you think bitterly and move away from the door to let him in. He was quick, door closing hot on his heels. You avoid his gaze, not wanting to see the look of disgust as he takes in your muscular body. Thankfully nothing private is showing, leaving you with some modesty.

Your hands are stuck in the air, trapped by fabric and straps, the gown part of the dress is bunched up around your waist, leaving just enough fabric to cover your private part.

You keep your eyes on the wall in front of you as you try to ease the awkward tension in the air, “Didn’t Hunter ban you from using such foal words?”

“Only in front of Omega.” He replies, stepping in close and his fingers trail down your arm, from your elbow to your shoulder where the straps all twist together.

The first brush of his fingertips against your shoulder blade has your knees going weak. His breath is hot against your neck as he asks, “Got a reference to how this is ‘posed to go?”

“Oh, yeah I think the package had one actually,” You half-blindly search for the package before handing it to him, “Here.”

Wrecker studies the picture for a few seconds before giving a small ‘aha’, “I think I understand.”

His hands are back on you, warm and welcoming as he works in silence, occasionally grunting when a finger gets tangled up in the straps. In those moments you snort and he gently pinches your side in response.

Either the dress is more complicated than you originally thought or Wrecker is going at a snails pace – almost like he’s milking the closeness and skin on skin contact for all its worth. You hope it’s the latter and you’re not hopelessly reading into the way his fingers are caressing your skin even though the task at hand doesn’t call for such loving touches.

“There, all done.”

“Thank you.” You give an experimental wiggle of your shoulders to make sure the straps stay in place for tonight before rewarding Wrecker with a kiss on the cheek before thinking better of it.

Realising what you had just done, you hastily turn away, missing the dorky awestruck expression on his face, and in your turn you catch your reflection and oh.

Your arms, well, they’re not hard to miss. Your eyes are drawn to them, impossible not to see. You don’t necessarily hate your muscles, they’re what have kept you alive. You don’t survive a war ridden galaxy by having noodle arms. It’s just seeing them on display like this, for people to see and judge you, mock you, it’s too much.

If it wasn’t for your arms you’d actually consider yourself attractive in this entire – or at least attractive in the eyes of men.

The rest of the dress is flowy, with a little support for your breast, but other than your arms it highlights no other muscular features your body has. Still you try to make yourself appear smaller, more feminine, but it’s not working and your stomach is starting to turn again unforgivingly.

In the mirror you catch Wrecker taking small steps towards you, “Any chance you’ll let me know what’s going on in your head, mesh’la?”

You give a deep sigh, “Cid picked the wrong person for the job. Slap some lipstick on Crosshair and he’d get more attention than I would. How am I supposed to seduce anyone when I look like a hairless lasat? The moment I step foot in the cantina all eyes will be on me but none of them will see me, you know?”

The corner of Wrecker’s lips tilt down, sadness brief in his eyes before he shakes his head and pulls you back into his embrace, taking you by surprise but you melt against his chest all the same.

“You know what I see?” His arms come to wrap around you, hands locking together over your stomach, “I see strength. Arms that are strong to carry your kin to safety. I see warmth and comfort; a safe place to rest, to be held. I see a strong beautiful woman. I see you.”

You gasp, eyes wide and locking onto Wrecker’s for a split second before turning in his arms and pulling his head down to catch his plush lips in your own. Wrecker lets out a startled noise before moaning softly against your lips, arms wrapping around you to pull you in closer to his body.

His mouth separate from yours for a brief second and mirth colours his next few words, “If you need help taking off your dress-,”

“Oh, I will.”

HUNTER

You flop yourself in bed, body aching in every sense possible. You hadn’t even done much. A simple supply run, nothing too demanding of your body but lo and behold your leg decided to cramp up and you did the entire walk back to the ship trying your best to mask the limp you took with every step. If Omega had seen you struggling she’d immediately call Hunter and Hunter would get Tech, who would tell Wrecker to carry you back to the ship, where Crosshair would be waiting seemingly indifferent about your pain but he’d hover over you nonetheless.

It would be an absolute shit show.

So you hid the pain until you got back to your private bunk, or the small storage room that has been rearranged to house you, you should say. Your plan for the night is to sulk away and hope the cramp eases up through the night.

The worst part is that in your hurry to get back to the ship and lay down, you forgot to stop and restock the ship’s supply of heat packs. Something that would most certainly come in handy right about now.

A knock comes from the door and you groan. The last thing you want right now is company. Knowing that shooing whoever it is away would only result in the entirety of the Batch piling into your room to make sure you're okay, you have no choice but yell for them to come in.

Hunter – of course it’s Hunter – peeks his head through the door before stepping all the way in, “Hey, can I come in?”

“It’s your ship.” You point out, straightening yourself to sit up properly on your bed.

“We both know it’s Tech,” He laughs, stepping into your room, face turning serious for a moment, “Omega said you were walking funny earlier. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You should know by now that you can’t hide anything from me. You also should know that I don’t like it when you try too. We’re an allit, which means we take care of each other.”

“Even if that person in dumb and forgot to get supplies that could actually help them manage the pain?” You ask, self blaming as you start massaging your leg. No point in hiding the cramps now.

“Especially then,” Hunter states before dropping down beside you. He shifts himself until his back is against the wall, sitting himself upright before laying your legs on his lap, “Crosshair gets really bad cramps. I learned a long time ago how to rub the knots out. Allow me?”

Hyper aware he can feel your muscles under his fingertips you hold your breath waiting for a comment that never comes. His fingers tuck themselves under the hem of your sweats, rolling them up the slightest as he asks, “May I? It’ll help if I roll your pant leg up so I can see the knots clearer.”

You swallow around the lump forming in the back of your throat. May he? Could you push away your fear of judgement to receive help? Your legs are the most muscular part of your body for you were raised in a small village, no public transport, everything was in appropriate walking distance from your house. And now running with the Batch you’re on your feet more than ever. Always trying to stay one foot ahead of imperials. It’s no wonder why your leg is throbbing.

“I’m sorry,” Hunter's hands leave your leg, “I obviously overstepped.”

“It’s fine,” You say meekly, willing your body to relax in his embrace. He gives you a look and you sigh, “Truthfully, my legs are seen as unattractive in some beauty cultures and I don’t feel like hearing snide comments right now.”

“Unattractive?” He repeats, brows drawn together as he takes a second to sort his thoughts. His lips eventually purse together briefly before nodding slightly, “You are incredibly well built, it’s something I find admirable about you. You’re fast, saved our asses a few times in battle because of these muscles in your legs, and that’s not to be taken lightly. I don’t know what ‘beauty standards’ you were raised with but I find your body to be very attractive, mesh’la.”

You study him for a minute, “You’re being honest.” It’s not a question, more of an observation and you are a bit taken back, “It truly doesn’t bother you that I’m built like a lasat?”

“A lasat? I wasn’t aware you only have four toes.” The amusement in his tone has you rolling your eyes. His hands return to your leg and he gives a reassuring squeeze, “If you allow me to continue, once I’ve got all the knots out, I’d love to take you out for dinner and maybe afterwards I could show you just how attractive you truly are.”

You grin, laying your head down in the crook of his neck as you watch his hand slide your pants up, “I’d love nothing more.”

TECH

“You should not have done that,” Tech scowls at you, arranging the necessary medical tools, “It was reckless and could have been avoidable.”

You’d wave his scowling off if the action didn’t cause your body to scream in protest. He’s right, you could have totally avoided showing off your impressive speaker skills – or at least not fail at jumping that ramp.

It could have been worse. The scanner picked up no broken bones, just a deep laceration on your stomach and some small ones paired with bruises that’ll bloom into some nasty colours. You had shredded your pants in the crash too, the fabric now hanging loosely in some places.

Tech sets his jaw and orders you to lift up your shirt, “I need to flush your wounds before applying any bacta.”

Panic floods your body, “No.”

Tech brows rose ever so slightly, just visible above his goggles, “No? What do you mean by no?”

“No, I will not lift my shirt up.” You will not allow him to see your less than feminine body. Will not face the hard truth that the man you’re crushing on is repulsed by your body. You would not survive it.

Tech, oblivious to your inward panic plainly states, “You do realise that in order for me to stop the bleeding and clean the cut so it doesn’t get infected, I need access to the wound?”

Honestly, bleeding out is better than Tech seeing your stomach. You don’t necessarily have abs, not like Hunter. You’re built more like Wrecker; big bodied. Far from soft and delicate. Never feminine like the girls in the holo movies.

Tech gently lays his hand on your arm, tilting your head up with his other, eyes holding yours hard like his next words are the most important he’ll ever say, “If you’re afraid I may try to take advantage of you in your undress state, I can call one of the boys-,”

“No!” You yell, desperately needing him to know that’s not true, not even close, “That didn’t even cross my mind. I trust you, Tech.”

His body relaxes at your words, “Then I see no reason for me not to clean the wound.”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and admit defeat. You pull your shirt up enough for the wound to be visible but not high enough for Tech to see your chest band. Your body is tense, awaiting an insult that normally comes by now. But instead Tech makes a noise at the back of his throat, an audible swallowing sound followed with a quiet ‘oh’.

You don’t dare to look at his face.

“I’m sorry.”

Tech doesn’t try to gain eye contact this time. He gently wipes away the dry blood flaked on your skin, “For pulling the stunt or getting hurt?”

“For worrying you,” You softly say, tone apologetic, “And for you having to stare at my stomach. I’m sure you could be spending your time fixing the ship or watching holo videos of twi’lek.”

Tech blushes at the last part, “I don’t indulge in such videos. And while I do find twi’leks’ pleasing to the eye, my ‘taste’ is, well,” His eyes linger in your bare skin, darkening a little when you flex your stomach, “You. Not just your body, but your mind, your personality. You’re beautiful, strong, caring. Any man would be lucky to have you as a partner.”

“Any man?” You ask, lips turning up, finally meeting his eyes. You lean in close to his body, taking the medical equipment from his hands and set them aside, “Does that include you?”

Tech adjusts his goggles, lips holding a shy smile, “Most definitely.”

There’s a dull ache in your stomach when you lean up to kiss him but you don’t care. The softness of his lips and the way he draws in a sharp inhale makes it worth it.

CROSSHAIR

“You have to be kriffing kidding me!” You huff, kicking the side of the dryer, “Echo said he fixed this blasted machine.”

Behind you came a snort, “He did. That’s him fixing it.”

You raise a brow at Crosshair, “Not helping.”

“Wasn’t trying too,” He quips, toothpick switching from one side of his mouth to the other, “You could borrow one of our shirts. Wrecker’s would be too big for you and Tech is very picky about his clothing.”

“And Echo’s are specially designed to regulate his body temperature. I’d sweat to death in the first hour.” You sigh, that leaves you with two options: Hunter’s or–

“Take one of mine for the day,” Crosshair says, deciding for you as one of his shirts hits you straight in the face, “Oops, I was aiming for your chest.”

“Sharpshooter my ass.” You grumble under your breath and wait for Crosshair to turn away. The clone raises a brow, smirk on his lips as he cocks his head, gesturing for you to start changing. You give him the middle finger as he finally turns away from you, mumbling something under his breath about missing a good show.

Bastard.

You take off the shirt you’re currently wearing, nose scrunching up at the stench soaked into the fabric. You easily manage to slip your head through the neck hole but as you insert your arm into the sleeve you realise it’s much tighter than your baggier clothing, leaving you with a challenge. You eventually get both arms through but when you pull your shoulders forward a loud rip sounds through the small corner of the ship.

Crosshair’s ears twitch and his head turns a fraction to the side, not fully able to see you, “Did you just rip my shirt, cyar’ika?”

That’s a question you’re afraid to find the answer to. Nonetheless you slowly lift your arm up and wince at the slight breeze you feel on your skin. You bite down on your lip, eyes shifting to the hanger door and you wonder if you could escape without Crosshair catching you.

“Don’t even attempt it,” Crosshair huffs, “I’m going to turn around now.”

You stand frozen, holding your breath waiting for him to snap at you or worse, make a snide comment about how a ladies arms should never be bigger than a mans.

Crosshair's face holds no telltale sign of what he’s thinking as he take in the ripped fabric and the places where the hems are starting to come apart at the seams as your muscles threaten to rip the fabric even more.

His eyes go dark and he starts walking towards you, following as you take steps back until your back presses against the wall behind you. You swallow audibly, unsure of how this is going to turn out, “Crosshair? You have every right to be mad-,”

His left hand slams against the wall beside your head, palm flat on the wood whilst the other hand comes to your arm and squeezes the muscles over your shirt.

“If you wanted me to look at your arms you could have just told me and saved a good shirt from being ripped,” He chided, hand slowly trailing down your arm, “I see fear in your eyes, none of that, cyar’ika. I’m not like those osi’kovid who feel threatened by the strength of a woman.”

His legs nudge yours apart, leg slipping into the gap he created and presses his thigh against your core. His fingers slip under the bottom of your shirt – his shirt – to pull it over your head but the fabric doesn’t bunch, seemingly glued to your muscles. With an annoyed grunt Crosshair tears the shirt down the middle, no longer caring about seeing if it’s salvageable.

“A woman like you should be worshipped,” He whispers into your ear, teeth grazing against the flesh, pulling a whimper from you. He pulls back, a cocky smirk on his face before he’s dropping to his knees, “Allow me to taste you, to feel your strong thighs squeezing around my head as I bring you pleasure a true man could only hope to achieve.”

Your head is spinning; everything is happening so fast, your pussy begins gathering arousal between your folds as Crosshair breaths promises against your clothed sex. His words are unlike him, different from anything you’ve heard before. No snappish tone, only plain lust.

Of course, Crosshair is Crosshair, and the next second his eyes dance with mirth as his fingers slip under the band of your pants, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking that shock look off your face soon enough. Bend you over all surfaces until you're drunk on my cock, begging for more.”

#the bad batch #wrecker x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #female reader #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #justice joy writes #tw: implications to sexy times #warning 18+ content

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oceansssblue · 8 months ago

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SW REQUESTS–PART1

GONNA LINK ALL YOUR CUTE OR FILTHY REQUESTS HERE LOVES!

1. ON YOUR KNEES –ECHO/FREADER 📩🔥💖

Graphic detailed smut with submissive cute Echo and dom female reader.

2. NUMBER ONE –FIVES/FREADER 📩💖

Little fluffy oneshot with fives/pregnant freader

3. ONE POWERFUL BITE –TBB&FREADER (no romantic pairing) 📩💔💖

Alternative universe where the Batch are monster hunters. Tragedy ensues when freader get's bitten and turns to one. (Happy ending).

4. FIFTEEN MINUTES OF PRIVACY – HUNTER/F READER 📩🔥

Short sexy Hunter smut where our poor sarge gets caught red-handed.

5. NIGHTMARES – HUNTER/FREADER 📩💔💖

Small melancholic drabble where female reader is woken up by a nightmare and Hunter arrives to give a little comfort.

6. "BED REST" – WRECKER/GN READER & "TO PLAN A FAMILY" – ECHO/(F) READER 📩💖

First part: short drabble where Wrecker gets sicks and has to get used to not being always the strong one.

Second part: short drabble where reader discovers Echo's longing to have a family of his own and chat with him about it.

7. "FLAVORS" –FIVES/(F) READER 📩💖

Small fluffy oneshot. Fives has always been a player. Now he has a change of heart.

8. JEDI WARRIOR –TECH/F READER 📩💔💖

You get separated in battle. As a result, you end up with a collection of scars. Tech doesn't think you any less.

(First kiss fluff)

9. COLD WITHOUT YOU –MAYDAY/GN READER 📩💔💖

Mayday survives Barton IV w Cross and you get worried asf.

10. QUIET NIGHTS –NONROMANTIC ECHO&OMEGA 📩💔💖

Omega opens up about her experiences of Kamino and Tantiss.

Check out the list for part 2 of this requests in my main masterlist!!

&more to come!

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photogirl894 · 2 years ago

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Hi! I love your writing. Could I request 33 Fluff/Romance with Wrecker x Femreader ?

Congrats on the followers!

Hello, love!! I can most certainly do this for you! Thanks for the request!!

"On My Mind"

33. “You’d be surprised how often I think about you.”

Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader

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In recent days, you found your crush on Wrecker growing more and more with each passing day...but he didn't seem to pay too much mind to you.

You tried to not take it too personally; sometimes it was easy for Wrecker to get distracted and he did treat you nicely, but it seemed like, right when he and his brothers would get back from a mission, he would disappear and immerse himself in work with his explosives. You would see him briefly at Cid's bar, he'd say a quick "hello" and that was it. Sometimes he would barely even say "hello". You'd get a quick nod and he'd leave. Did he actually not like being around you? Had you done something wrong?

Finally, you just had to ask about it. After Wrecker once again left the bar and his brothers stayed behind, you approached them, saying "hi" to them like you always did, being the bartender and all.

"Hey, why is it that Wrecker always bolts almost as soon as you get here...and why is it always after I greet him?" you asked them. "Did I do something to upset him?"

"On the contrary," said Tech, "you do not upset him in the least. In fact, he is rather fond of you."

"Then why does he hardly talk to me?" was your next question.

Hunter answered, "He's just shy around pretty girls. It's nothing that you did."

Your cheeks warmed up just a bit and a small smile began to form on your face. "He thinks I'm pretty?"

Hunter offered a grin of his own. "He does. He's gone back to the Marauder if you want to go talk to him."

"I can't, I'm working," you said back.

Echo spoke up, "We'll tell Cid you had an emergency to take care of. We'll cover for you."

You were surprised at how supportive they were being, but smiled at them nonetheless. "Thanks, guys." Without waiting, you took off out of the bar.

A few minutes later, you spotted the Marauder and saw that the ramp was left down. Wrecker must've been inside the ship. As you got closer to the ship, you heard metallic thuds and clattering from inside. What was he up to? You gradually walked inside and found Wrecker sitting on the floor in the main cabin of the ship, his back to you, and he was messing around with metal parts of some kind.

"Wrecker?" you asked aloud to announce your presence.

He flinched slightly at suddenly hearing your voice and turned to look at you. "Oh...hi! I wasn't expecting to see you," he replied.

You slowly walked into the ship. "What are you doing? Is everything okay?" you questioned.

Wrecker turned away and you could see over his shoulder what looked to be pieces of something that had been disassembled on the floor in front of him.

"I'm taking apart an explosive and putting it back together again," he told you. "It helps me think."

"What's on your mind?" you inquired, coming around to his side and kneeling down next to him.

You heard a small gulp from him and he wouldn't make eye contact with you. "I'm a good fighter and I'm good with explosives. Those are the things I know the best." There was a brief pause. "What I don't know is how to talk to women...mostly you." Then finally his head turned and you could see the shy yet also sad look on his face..

"Me?" you repeated.

Timidly, he nodded. "I do think about you. A lot. I want to talk to you more and be able to do more things with you, but I just...get so shy when I see you and I have no idea what to say to you. You're on my mind a lot when we're on missions, but when we come back, I just freeze up because I don't know if you think about me the same way. It's...embarrassing."

He turned away dejectedly, but you simply smiled. "You'd be surprised how often I think of you, Wrecker," you admitted. Then to further drive your point home, you leaned forward and softly kissed his warm cheek.

Wrecker perked up immediately at feeling your lips on his skin and his head whipped around, his eyes catching the bright smile you were giving him. "Really?" he asked.

"I've been dying to talk to you more," you said. "I get excited when I see you boys come back, but then you disappear every time after you greet me. I was afraid I'd done something wrong."

His eyes widened in panic. "No, you never did anything wrong!" he stated.

"Don't worry, the boys already reassured me of that," you assured him. Then you reached out your hand and laid it on top of his. "You don't need to feel shy around me and you don't have to talk to me in any certain way. I'm no one special, so just talk to me like you would anyone else."

"That's not true. You're very special and I want to treat you that way," he countered.

You were about ready to respond to him when his hands gingerly took a hold of your face and he kissed you ever so sweetly. For someone who was practically a giant and had the toughness and muscle to go with it, the way he held your cheeks and how his lips caressed yours was far gentler than you could've imagined and oh, how it made your heart soar in the moment!

Still in a light daze after he kissed you, you replied to him with a wide grin, "I think you're special, too." Then you returned the favor and kissed him this time, him enveloping you in his arms and falling back onto the floor of the Marauder.

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monako-jinn-stories · 2 years ago

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Crosshair X FemReader FanFic

It Started With a Vacation

Main Master List

Story Master List

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Eight (18+)

Chapter Twenty Eight (PG)

Chapter Twenty Seven

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS IN THIS CHAPTER!! I included a scene of unwanted advances, and then mentions of those advances after they happen. I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable or trigger any sort of reaction to these, so please, if you do not want to read these parts, look for the warnings before and after so that you can skip over them.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed and the sound of deep singing coming from outside of your bedroom. With a mind still tired from sleep, you yawned and threw the covers off, standing and wandering out to your living room. You yawned again and blinked away your sleep, and when you did, you saw Wrecker at your stove. He was no doubt the deep singing you heard, as Tech, Crosshair, and Hunter were all chatting with each other on your couch.

“Good morning,” you said, scratching your back as you walked over to join them. Crosshair smiled and chuckled softly to himself, earning a questioning look from you. He stood and reached up to move a strand of hair your back into place, kissing your forehead after doing so.

“You look fabulous,” Hunter joked, and you stuck your tongue out at him as Crosshair pulled you into a hug.

“You’re mean, I just woke up,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and letting Crosshair’s scent fill your nose. “And you smell like mint.”

“Is that a scent you like?”

“Mmm, yes.”

“I’ll have to remember that, then.”

A ding from Tech’s holopad gained the attention of everyone but you, and you yawned for a third time as they all curiously listened to what the message was.

“Ah, yeah, let’s go!” Wrecker said, cheering as he placed a plate of food down on your table. “Good thing I made you this breakfast, you’ll be nice and fueled up, ready to go and fight!”

“What?” you asked, blinking at him in confusion.

“The mission that Tech just read,” Hunter said, looking at you as if you were slightly not right.

“What about it?” you asked, still not understanding what was going on. “I honestly wasn’t listening, I was thinking about ebrauh.”

“Of course you were,” Hunter replied, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, what can I say, noodles and cheese is a classic meal.”

“She’s not wrong,” Crosshair agreed. “The mission said that we were to go to Onderon, being led by you.”

“Led by me?” you asked, surprise waking you up a bit more, “why am I leading you?”

“The mission debrief said that we must take a Jedi general with us, and this shall be one of our choosing. And, as you are the only general we are willing to take orders from, I read it as we will be taking you with us.”

“How do you even know that I’m available to take you?” you asked, taking a bite of your breakfast. “Oh my gods, Wrecker! This is amazing!”

“You’re welcome, y/n,” he replied, giving you a pat on the head.

“Well, I guess we could have General Skywalker take us then,” Tech shrugged, and you snorted in amusement at that comment.

“As if you would listen to him.”

“Perhaps General Krell, then?”

You instantly snapped your head to look at Tech, and your expression was the most serious any of them had seen in a long time. “That is not a funny joke, Tech. Pong Krell is not allowed anywhere near my men, and therefore is not allowed anywhere near you guys.”

“We are not your men, though,” Tech pointed out, earning a harsher look from you.

“When it comes to that sentient slime bag, you are,” you said, and your tone meant that the discussion was over. Crosshair gave his brother a smirk and mouthed, “that’s my girl,” to him, to which Tech mouthed back, “thank the gods, you can deal with her attitude.”

“I may not be able to read lips, but I can tell that you’re talking about me,” you said from your seat at your table. Both looked over to you, Crosshair smiling innocently and Tech glaring right back at you. You stare at each other for well over two minutes, neither of you wanting to look away first. You both also refused to blink, and the others just watched in amusement. After another minute goes by, Hunter started trying to get you to blink or look away while Wrecker did the same to Tech. Crosshair stood and watched the chrono, announcing the time that had gone by.

The thing was, you’d gone into a state of meditation, so you weren’t really consciously there anymore. Everything that Hunter was doing, you weren’t seeing. Yes, your eyes were opened and still locked with Tech’s, but you weren’t looking at him. You were reliving a memory of holding little Cyar’ika as she slept in your arms. Her short, silver hair glistened in the sun as the morning light shone on her face. Her eyes squinted in her sleep and she balled her tiny fists together as she yawned. When her eyes opened, they sparkled as she looked up at you and made a cute little coo. A warm feeling spread through your chest as she giggled, and you committed the sound to memory.

A memory that you were now broken out of as the Batch all called to you. You came out of your meditation as Crosshair gently shook your shoulder, a hint of concern lacing his eyes. “Princess, you alright?”

“Yeah, sorry, just went into meditation for a little bit,” you replied, and Tech’s mouth dropped before he spoke again.

“So you cheated,” he accused, and you shook your head.

“Ah ah, we didn’t say what rules there were. I still had my eyes open and focused on you, right?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“No buts. I’m right, you’re wrong, shut up.” Tech just grumbled to himself as the others chuckled at you. Crosshair was looking at you curiously though, and so you asked him why.

“You mumbled something about ‘little Cyar’ika.’” You felt a brief wave of panic wash over you, because if he’d heard you say that, what else had he heard?”

“Is that all I said?” you asked, and he took a second to think before shaking his head no.

“I didn’t hear what else, though. It was mostly mumbles. But I heard ‘little Cyar’ika’ and was curious as to who that might be.”

“Oh, that’s just one of the nicknames I sometimes use for Tayah,” you lied, and it seemed to have worked because Crosshair nodded and turned back to the others.

“We’re going to go back to the Marauder and prepare for the mission, you think you can meet us there by 1000?” Hunter asked, and you nodded. “Great, see ya then, y/n.”

“See ya,” you replied, and kissed Crosshair goodbye before they all filed out of your room.

You quickly got ready before heading down to the hangar. You still had a bit of time, so you hopped on a speeder and went over to the barracks to see your troopers and let them know what you’d be up to.

“What a lovely surprise we have,” Steele said as you walked into the mess hall where they all sat. Hex, Sans, Aid, and Tie all looked up to see you walking over.

“Ah, mesh’la, I was just thinking about you,” Sans said as you sat next to him.

“Of course you were,” you teased, earning a wink from him. “I came to see you guys before I head off.”

“Are you going to visit Dohbar?” Hex asked, but you shook your head no.

“I’m going on a mission to Onderon with the Bad Batch,” you said, and they all looked at you curiously.

“You sure it’s safe for a new mother to go out on a mission with them?” Steele asked, and you huffed in amusement.

“No less safe than with you guys,” you countered.

“I beg to differ,” Tie retorted and you just rolled your eyes with a giggle.

“Look, you all love me, okay? They will do everything they can to make sure I’m safe, just as you guys always do.”

“But there are more of us than there are of them,” Aid pointed out.

“I’d say Wrecker is about the size of two normal clones put together. He’s tall and strong enough to be, at least.”

“I won’t argue with that,” Hex agreed. “But Onderon doesn’t sound like the best place. It is fully separatist controlled.”

“I believe it’s an extraction, not a liberation,” you said. “There’s a Republic senator there, and he is not currently able to freely leave.”

“Which senator?” Sans asked, “maybe it’s one that we don’t need.”

“As much as I’d love to agree with you and leave him there, I can’t,” you said, “but it’s Mas Amedda.”

“I don’t get a good feeling when I’m around him,” Steele stated.

“Yeah, there is something strange and off about him. He’s like Palpatine,” Hex added.

“And we all know everyone at this table hates Palps,” Tie finished.

“What are your guys’ plans for today?” you asked, and Sans let out a sigh before dropping his head onto the table.

“We have to train some shinies, and since you’re leaving, we’re probably going to get stuck with them for the entire time you’re gone,” he complained into the table.

“Oh you poor things,” you replied, patting the back of his head and stifling a giggle. “You’ll be fine, just work them hard so that they don’t have the energy to argue.”

“That’s not a terrible idea,” Hex said, “although I’m not sure how hard we should push them, because if we push them too hard, it will take longer for them to recover.”

“Better to get them used to rough situations now before they’re shoved into one on the battlefield,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but training isn’t quite the same. Not as easy to simulate those kinds of situations unfortunately.”

“Speaking of battles,” Aid cut in, “when are you supposed to be heading out with the batch?”

“I’m supposed to meet them at the Temple hangar at 1000.”

“So, in two minutes?” he asked, and you quickly looked at the nearest chrono and cursed to yourself.

“I’ll see you guys when I get back,” you said, jumping out of your seat and running to the door. “Behave while I’m gone!”

“We always do, mesh’la,” Sans replied. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to turn around and argue, so you just kept running to hop back onto your speeder and fly to the Temple.

When you got there, Crosshair was waiting for you outside the ship. You flew right up to it and parked the speeder next to it. He gave you a questioning look, and all you said in response was “Jawa Squad.” He nodded before leading you up the ramp and onto the ship.

“Just barely not on time,” Hunter said, “Wrecker, you owe me.”

“Aw, come on,” Wrecker said.

“A bet is a bet,” Hunter countered, and Wrecker mumbled to himself before handing Hunter a handful of credits.

“Did you really bet on if I would be on time or not?” you asked, and Hunter shook his head no.

“We bet on how late you would be.”

“Screw you all,” you said, folding your arms and glaring at them playfully.

“No, just me,” Crosshair said, kissing the top of your head before sitting in his seat.

“Nasty,” Wrecker stated, sticking his tongue out in mock disgust.

“Y/n, would you like me to read the entire mission debrief for you?” Tech asked after he set the flight controls.

“Can you summarize it for me? Just the need to know stuff would be great.”

“Well, as you heard before, Senate Chair Mas Amedda is currently trapped on Onderon, and the Separatist forces are not letting him leave the planet. We have information that tells us he is being kept somewhere in the Unfair Temple, which is also where the king resides, so it will be heavily guarded.”

“Great,” you said, looking at the map of the temple inside. “Any idea of where in the temple?”

“My best guess would be here,” Tech replied, zooming in on a small room in the middle of the left side.

“That’s kind of an odd place to keep a prisoner,” you commented, but Tech shook his head.

“No, it is actually quite secure. It would be complicated to breach if we did not have access to the tools we have,” Tech said, before adding, “and if I was not here to use my brain.”

“And how would they do without your ego?” you asked, earning a glare from the man. “What? I’m just wondering.”

“I did not say that to be egotistical, I merely meant that I have memorized many override sequences so that we can control things easier, such as getting a door open without cutting it with a lightsaber.”

“My mistake,” you said, throwing your hands up defensively. “I have one question though. Where are we going to land?”

“Here, on the outskirts of the city,” Hunter said, changing the map to show more of the planet. “There’s some fauna we can land in for cover, and then we can make our way to the palace. We already have a route planned out.”

“The temple is heavily guarded, there’s Separatist tanks and droids everywhere. How are we going to get in with our weapons, or even at all?”

“We’ll split into teams,” Crosshair started. “Y/n, you’re with me-”

“I thought we had agreed that she would be with me?” Tech asked, raising a brow at his brother.

“We didn’t agree to anything,” Crosshair countered.

“Tech is right, it would be best to have y/n with Tech and you with me while Wrecker goes by himself.”

“Why is Wrecker by himself?” you questioned.

“If you guys run into trouble, I’ll have an explosion ready to distract the Seppies. Although, if that happens, you’ll need to be much quicker with rescuing Mas Amedda. And if this ends up being the case, I’ll run back to the ship and get it ready to pick you guys up.”

“I still wish you’d let me and y/n go together,” Crosshair said, sticking a toothpick in his mouth.

“We need to stay focused, we only have one shot with this,” Hunter countered.

“He’s right, Cross,” you said, earning a surprised look from the man, “plus, I think it would be best if I went with Tech so I can help him with any issues he might have with cracking into the system.”

“The probability of me having an issue with hacking into the systems is 3.4726%, but nonetheless, I agree,” Tech said. “You also look the least suspicious, so if I need you to distract someone while I work, you’ll likely be more successful.”

“Fine,” Crosshair said, folding his arms over his chest.

“Hey,” you said, walking over and setting a hand on his shoulder, “it’s alright. We’ll meet back up when we’re inside.”

“Actually, Crosshair and Hunter will be keeping watch outside the Temple. Only you and I are going in.”

“Well, then we’ll meet back up on the way to the ship,” you said, and Crosshair just huffed in response. “Come on,” you said, grabbing his hand to pull him up from his seat, “let’s go in the back and talk.”

You could sense Crosshair’s annoyance as you led him to the bunks, and when you turned to look at him, his expression held the same sense.

“Why are you so moody?” you asked, folding your arms in front of your chest.

“I’m not,” he denied, mimicking your pose.

“So, all that back there wasn’t you being moody?” you questioned, raising your brow.

Crosshair sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides as his expression relaxed and turned a bit sad. “I just want to spend as much time with you as I can before we’re separated again.”

“We will,” you assured him, “but we also need to make sure we do what is best for the mission.”

“What about what’s best for us?” he countered, sitting on his bed and resting his arms on his knees. You sat next to him, but kept space so that you weren’t touching. Your hands clasped in your lap as you thought, and Crosshair rolled his toothpick between his teeth.

“What do you think is best for us?” you finally asked, and Crosshair stiffened slightly. Out of the side of your eye, you saw his jaw clench.

“Nothing. Forget it.”

“Tell me, Cross.”

“You’d never agree.”

“I still want to know.”

A heavy sigh left Crosshair before he leaned back, letting his head rest against the wall. You turned to look at him, and he was staring up, a conflicted look in his eyes. Without looking at you, he reached out and grabbed your hand, gently lacing his fingers with yours. “What I think is best for us is…leaving the war behind. Yes, I’m a soldier, I was bred for this war, and outside of it I have no purpose. But with you, I don’t need purpose. I just need you.”

“Crosshair…”

“I know,” he said sadly, “there’s just a part of me that wishes we could. We could live on Dohbar and I could help with Tayah and some local kids so that I can prepare for when we have our own.”

“You’d do that?” you asked, curiosity filling you now.

“For you? For our future family? I’d do anything,” he responded. You looked away from him, more conflict boiling in you now. Would now be the time to tell him? Or would that only bring back the tension? And how would it affect the mission?

“I’m looking forward to after the war when we can raise our family together,” you finally said. “And I hope that you love every little surprise we get.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, sitting up and wrapping his arm around you while resting his chin on your shoulder, “I already love them.”

~~~

“Alright,” Hunter said as everyone stood outside the ship. “Let’s make this quick and simple, with as little setbacks as possible.”

“Yes sir,” you all replied. Wrecker headed off first, followed by Hunter and Crosshair, then finally you and Tech. The hope was that Wrecker could be ready if either group ran into trouble. Crosshair and Hunter would keep a watch from inside Yolahn square as you and Tech made your way to the Unfair Temple. Despite heading off in teams, none of you would truly be together. Wrecker was obviously alone, Hunter would be patrolling the streets, Tech would be trying to break in while you acted as a civilian in case of any guards.

“Just so I know,” you had asked back on the ship, “what is the backup plan?”

“The backup plan is where you’re the main character,” Hunter replied. “You’ll pose as yourself, the queen of Dohbar, and show up for an unexpected visit. The fighting outside should be reason enough for you to demand to be let into the Temple, and while you’re inside, you could let Tech in and free Mas Amedda.”

“Why wasn’t this the main plan?” you asked incredulously.

“Ask that guy,” Wrecker said, pointing to Crosshair.

“You don’t need to put yourself in such an open position,” Crosshair said. “Besides, this is the Separatists we’re talking about. If anyone knows you’re a Jedi, it’s them, and an unexpected royal visit would look suspicious.”

“I still think it should be the main plan.”

“Well, too bad,” he said, “because it’s not.”

Now, you and Tech split up. He took your lightsaber in case of you being caught, and to help better prepare for the backup plan. If you really needed it, he’d said, then you’d be able to get it.

“Everyone in position?” you asked into the comms.

“I got my eyes on you, Princess,” Crosshair responded.

“I’m next to the third stall on your left,” Hunter confirmed.

“Just give me the word and I’ll blow this baby up,” Wrecker said.

“I’m about to try and get to the Temple door,” Tech said, “but there are quite a lot of droids.”

“I know, just be careful, okay? We’re right down here on the streets if you need help.” You looked over towards where Hunter had said he was standing, and let your eyes roam over him when you found him. You gave a small hand signal that you knew he’d be looking out for to confirm you had spotted him. Next, you turned and began walking down the street, getting closer to the Temple. You gazed up at the sky with a smile, and once you spotted Crosshair, you stretched your arms up before covering a yawn. You saw his slight nod before you looked back down the street. Wrecker wouldn’t be in sight, he was hiding a bit of a ways away so that the explosion would draw guards and droids far enough away for you to slip up to the Temple, and hopefully inside, unnoticed.

Just as you passed another stall, your eyes caught sight of a droid patrol. You kept the surprise from showing on your face, and quickly signaled to the others about the sighting. You heard Crosshair warn Wrecker and Tech through the comms, but did not show any outward signs of hearing. Just as you reached the final stall, right before the steps up to the Temple, you heard an explosion go off. The ground shook, and immediately people began screaming around you.

“What the kark was that, Wrecker?” Crosshair sneered over the comms. “No one gave the signal!”

“A droid patrol found me, and they called in reinforcements!” Wrecker defended.

“Focus, guys. We had a plan for when the explosion went off. I’m at the bottom of the steps, I’ll just wait for the droids to pass by and then join Tech at the top.”

“Yeah, about that,” Hunter said, walking up on the other side of the street to the bottom of the steps. You followed where his eyes were looking, and saw Tech being dragged inside by guards.

“Great,” you said, “I guess it’s time to play the di’kut in distress.”

“Just be convincing,” Hunter said before disappearing. You rolled your eyes at no one before slipping into an alley to throw dirt on your clothes and rough up your appearance. You wanted to look as though you’d been near the explosion and were seeking shelter.

“Karking pathetic,” you said before running out of the alley and up the stairs. Guards saw you rushing up and pointed their weapons at you, but before they could attack you started yelling. “Guards! Take me inside at once! I am Queen Monako of Dohbar, and your city is under attack!” Two guards looked at each other questioningly before another joined them. Apparently he recognized you, because he told them to quickly take you inside to safety. Once inside, the guards began to escort you to a guest room. As you walked, you heard others talking about a prisoner, who you assumed to be Tech.

“Yes, sir. He was outside the door trying to gain access into the system right before the explosion went off. We have apprehended the one who set the bomb off as well.”

“Good,” you heard someone respond. “Make sure they are kept apart in case they are working together.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, ma’am,” the guard walking with you said, “wait in this room. I’ll be outside to guard you.”

“Thanks,” you replied, moving to sit on the bed. The guard winced slightly, no doubt because of your dirty state, before he turned and left to stand outside the door.

“Sir!” another voice said from down the hall. You stood up and moved closer, acting as though you were looking in the mirror to try and fix your appearance.

“Yes, guard?”

“We have taken in a woman who claims to be Queen Monako of Dohbar, but we do not have any information as to why she is on our planet.”

“Queen Monako, you say,” the man responded. “I have yet to meet her. She only visited Onderon when Dendup was still in power.”

So that’s who this guy must be, you thought to yourself. King Sanjay Rash.

“Bring her to me, I would like to make our acquaintance.”

“Yes, sir!” the guard responded. You heard footsteps approaching, and the guards outside your room exchanged brief words before a new one stepped in.

“Ma’am,” he said, bowing to you slightly, “King Rash would like to meet you.”

“Would he care to wait a minute for me to freshen up?” you asked, motioning to your current state, “I hate to make this my first impression.”

“Uh, well…sure, ma’am,” he responded. “Would you like me to ask if we have fresh clothes for you?”

“Yes, that would be wonderful. I will be in the refresher, feel free to leave the clothes on the bed for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the guard responded before heading off. You turned and went into the refresher then, closing the door and locking it behind you.

“Hello? Can anyone hear me?”

“Are you alright, Cyar’ika?” Crosshair immediately replied, a bit of anxiety leaking into his voice.

“Yes, I’m alright. I’m going to try and track down Wrecker and Tech before I get Amedda.”

“Negative,” Hunter said. “Amedda is our first goal, then Tech and Wrecker.”

“What? Why? I’ll need Tech if Amedda is locked up, plus I don’t even have my lightsaber!”

“You’ll have to do your best, then,” Hunter replied.

“Ugh,” you groaned to yourself, turning your comm off. “I guess I might as well get cleaned up.”

You take a quick shower, cleaning off all the dirt you’d spread over yourself. Realizing that without the dirt, you looked completely fine, you let out a quiet growl of annoyance before looking for something to scratch yourself with. Before you could, however, you heard a knock at the door. Quickly making sure you’re covered with a towel, you opened the door and met the eyes of the guard. He immediately flushed and looked away, clearing his throat before awkwardly thrusting his hand out to you.

“You’re uh, clothes, ma’am.”

“Oh, thank you. You can just leave them on the bed like I said,” you replied.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied. You kept the door open to watch him awkwardly set them down, and it didn’t look like much.

“May I ask what that is?” you questioned, stepping out of the bathroom to get a better look. The guard briefly looked towards your legs and flushed deeper, clearing his throat again before speaking.

“The king uh, he said to give you his apologies, and all he had to spare was a robe…”

“Oh, that’s alright,” you replied, “I’ll take anything other than just this towel.” You giggled softly then, and the guard glanced at you before his eyes went a bit lower, and then away again.

“Will you be needing anything else, ma’am?”

“No, that will be all. And please, call me y/n.”

“Yes, y/n,” he said.

“What is your name?”

“I-I’m uh, not permitted to say, ma-er, y/n.”

“Not even if the Queen of Dohbar asks you?” you asked, taking a few steps closer so that you could set a hand on his arm. The poor man flushed the deepest yet, and barely managed to speak clearly in response.

“Kamzak Etra.”

“A pleasure to meet you, sir Etra,” you said, stepping around to face him. You gently held out your hand to him, and shakily he took it, raising it to his lips to place a gentle kiss. “I hope to see you around later, but I’m afraid I’ve kept the king waiting long enough and must get dressed.”

“Would you like me to escort you to him?” Kemzak asked, and you let a wide smile play across your lips.

“That would be wonderful, thank you,” you replied. He nodded before stepping back and leaving your room, closing the door behind him. “Better to have him seduced if I get into trouble,” you told yourself before dressing. The robe fit loosely to your body, and the front was quite revealing. You didn’t have much choice, though, so you huffed in annoyance before leaving the room. Kemzak was outside the door waiting, and when you smiled at him, he returned the expression briefly before offering you his arm. You took it in a fake show of eagerness, and let him lead you to where the king was waiting.

“So, sir Etra,” you said, taking note of his reaction to the title, “how long have you been on the royal guard?”

“It will be three months at the end of the week.”

“Oh, so you’re young and fresh,” you commented, hearing the gulp from beside you.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Y/n,” you corrected, earning a nod and quick apology from him. “If you wouldn’t mind, after my meeting with the king, would you give me a tour of the Temple?”

“It would be my honor, y/n,” he said. You reached the room then, and Kemzak slipped his arm from yours and raised your hand to his lips again before pushing the door open for you.

“Queen Monako, I presume,” a man in the middle of the room said while approaching.

“Yes, and you must be King Rash,” you said, earning a nod from the man. “I apologize for coming unannounced, I was merely on a short trip to the market when the explosion went off.”

“Ah, there is no reason to apologize, Queen Monako,” he said, “Onderon shall always be a safe haven for its allies.” He then turned and grabbed two glasses from a servant, handing one to you. “Please, sit,” he said, motioning to a nearby couch. “I don’t want to assume, but I’m curious as to wonder if this drink is what you were in the markets for.”

“Ah, yes,” you said, letting out a quiet laugh after taking a sip, “the booze on Dohbar sadly doesn’t compare to the booze on Onderon.”

“Well, that doesn’t seem too much of a shame if it means you come here often,” he said, tipping his glass towards you before taking a sip of his own.

“Unfortunately booze runs aren’t enough reason to bring my own guard or official transport here,” you replied with a shrug.

“Well, as I said before, any ally of Onderon is safe and welcome here.”

“To be quite honest, I don’t know where Onderon and Dohbar stand now,” you said. “With your alliance to the Separatists, and ours to the Republic, it makes things a bit…uncertain.”

“It was my knowledge that Dohbar was neutral on the matter,” Sanjay said, looking at you questioningly.

“Loosely aligned to the Republic is the best way to put it. We have no means to take part in the war, but if it comes to our planet, the Republic will defend us, if we need the support. King Kwol Barren is very proud of his military, as he should be.”

“I see,” Sanjay said before drinking the rest of the booze in his glass. “I must apologize, Queen Monako, but I was not entirely prepared for an unexpected guest. I have things to attend to, but please, stay as long as you’d like.”

“Thank you, King Rash,” you replied, standing from your seat and walking from the room with him. Sanjay nodded to Kamzak when you left the room, bowing slightly to you before heading off.

“Would you still like the Temple tour, ma’am?” Kamzak asked.

“Y/n,” you corrected again, “and yes, please.” He nodded and took your arm in his again before leading you off.

For the entire time since you had gotten dressed, your comm has been silenced and hidden under the robe you were lent. You had no idea if the others were trying to contact you, but you also had no way of checking it if Kemzak was going to be sticking with you.

Kemzak started off on the right side of the Temple, opposite of where you knew Tech, Wrecker, and Mas Amedda were likely being held. You stifled your frustration, though, and patiently let him lead. You made small talk, making sure to keep the flirting up as you went so as to push the odds more in your favor. By the time you reach the spot where the others should be, Kemzak came to a stop.

“Down there is where we keep our prisoners,” he explained before scratching the back of his neck, “I’m not exactly cleared to go down there yet.”

“Ah, I see. Well, best not to get you into trouble, then,” you said. “I’m feeling a bit exhausted, would you take me back to my room, now? I don’t want to get lost in these halls.”

“Of course, y/n,” he replied, smiling before heading back down the hall. You glanced back briefly, moving a hand out behind your back and reaching through the force. You fought back a jolt of relief when you felt all three of the men you were to rescue.

You paused outside the door when you reached your room and turned to Kemzak with a hopefully suggestive smile. “Thank you, sir Etra,” you said, resting a hand on his arm again. His cheeks flushed again at the action, and he cleared his throat before responding.

“It was my pleasure, y/n,” he replied, bringing your hand up to his lips.

“May I ask when you are relieved for duty tonight?”

“At 2000, y/n.”

“So I should expect you to be at my room at 2030?”

Kemzak’s eyes went wide for a second before he stood a bit taller, cheeks humiliatingly flushed now, before he finally managed a response. “And what shall I return for?”

“Shh,” you giggled, “it’s prude to talk about such things that one does in the room of a queen.”

“Y-yes, ma-er, y/n,” he said, swallowing hard before scratching the back of his neck with a shy grin. “2030, you said?”

“Yes,” you replied, and he nodded, but before he could slip away, you took a step and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, letting your hand trail down his arm before giggling once more and closing your door.

Quickly, you scrambled to get back into the refresher and turn your comm back on.

“-n! For the love of the Maker respond!”

“Sorry!” you said, “I was busy in the Temple around guards and the king.”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” Crosshair practically growls through the comms.

“Excuse me, I was saving the mission,” you snapped back. “If your frantic comms would have gone off, I’d be locked up with everyone else.”

“If you two would stop arguing, we have a mission to finish,” Hunter cut in. “Were you able to locate the others and Amedda?”

“Yes, they’re exactly where Tech predicted,” you replied. “I’m going to wait for a little bit before I head out of my room again. Hopefully the guards will think I’m just walking around out of boredom.”

“Well, just be careful,” Crosshair said, “you’re no use to us locked up.”

“Oh, I’m no use to you, is that why I’m here?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

“I see,” you replied. “I guess since my usefulness will be done after the mission, I’ll just head straight back to my quarters on Coruscant when we return.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know that.”

“Do I?”

“Will you stop fighting for one minute?” Hunter cut in again. “You’re worse than Wrecker and Tech. Just go radio silent until you have an update for us.”

“Fine,” you said, angrily hitting the button on your comm to go silent. You folded your arms and looked angrily into the mirror for a second before your expression relaxed. You leaned over and put your hands on the edge of the counter, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Of course you’d known what Crosshair had meant, but for some reason it made you angry. You weren’t just a tool for them to use, you were a friend, and you were Crosshair’s partner. And now you were tricking an Onderon royal guard into seduction.

“Kriff,” you said, dropping your head to your hands, “why am I so stupid?” There wasn’t time to dwell on it, though, because you needed to figure out your plan. Other than freeing everyone, you needed to find your stuff. Reaching out, you sensed through the force for your lightsaber, and surprisingly, you felt it very close to where the others were. “Well that seems dumb,” you mumbled to yourself, but you were relieved it wasn’t all the way on the opposite side of the Temple.

You decided to take some time to briefly meditate before you left your room. Your mind was full and running, and you needed it to be clear and calm if you were going to succeed. You found peace in reliving a moment with your daughter, and let the warmth and comfort come back to you. When this mission is over, and when you arrive back on Coruscant, you’re going to head straight to Dohbar and hold Cyar’ika in your arms again.

When you come out of your meditation, you check the time and decide it’s been long enough. You commed Hunter and Crosshair to let them know you’re about to head out and to wait by for emergencies. Nearby, you noticed a pile of clothes, and when you reached them, you realized it was your clothes from earlier, but now clean. You decide to put them back on, feeling less exposed than in the robe and less scared of accidentally showing a bit too much.

After redressing, you opened your door and walked out, gazing around almost absentmindedly, but in reality you were scanning for guards. Surprisingly, you didn’t see any around. You also remembered how there hadn’t been any guards near the doors to the prisoner hall, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any inside.

Leisurely, you walked around the Temple until you got close. You reached out in the force, and once again to your surprise, there were only three life forms. Tech, Wrecker, and Mas Amedda. As you walked closer, you examined the paintings on the wall, waving your hand out as if you were curiously reaching up, but in actuality, you were unlocking the door that led to your destination. You then made it creep open, and acted as if the sound had made you curious, in case someone were watching. You slowly walked up, and opened the door wider, covering your mouth as if you had gasped.

“Queen Monako,” a voice said from behind you. You spun to see Sanjay looking at you curiously. “I noticed the door was open myself and had come here to close it, but you seem to be a bit curious.”

“Yes, I’m always curious to know how others keep their prisoners, to find out the best system for my own.”

“Ah, an excellent idea. I have a bit of time. If you would like, I could show you around? We just acquired two new interesting men today, they’re also the ones behind the explosion.”

“Oh really?” you asked, “then perhaps I should thank them for ruining my market run.”

“Oh, yes,” Sanjay laughed, “yes, indeed you shall.” He held out his arm for you to walk forward, and you obliged.

“Your cells look very secure,” you commented, “but perhaps an electron wall would be more secure.”

“I’ve thought about that, but the risk of the power being tampered poses too much of a threat, because the prisoners would then be able to escape.”

“That is true,” you agreed.

“Just up here,” Sanjay said, proudly walking up to two cells. “The prisoners who attacked the market today.”

You looked curiously at Tech and Wrecker, showing no sign of recognition. “Ah, so you’re the reason I wasn’t able to purchase my Onderon booze today.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Wrecker said, giving you a confused expression.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” you said, waving a hand dismissively. “Tell me, do you know how many innocent lives you harmed today?”

“Zero, actually,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles. “There were no casualties.”

“Hmm, that’s surprising for an explosion in a heavily populated area. And you two admit to working together?”

“Yes,” Tech said.

“Cooperative, that must be an easy change for you,” you said to Sanjay.

“Yes, very peculiar,” he agreed. “Actually, they weren’t nearly as cooperative before you started questioning them.”

You snorted through your nose in amusement, folding your arms in front of you. “I guess these boys are just scared of women.”

“Not quite,” Tech spoke up. “You see, you are Queen Monako of Dohbar, correct?”

“Yes…” you said, playing along.

“You have no jurisdiction here, and anything we admit to you cannot be used in a trial, because it was not asked by King Rash or one of his guards. You cannot testify against us, either. So, admitting this will be of no use to King Rash.”

“Ah, so you’re smart as well,” you said. “King Rash?” you asked turning to him, “did they have any interesting items on them when they were captured? I’d love to see what these smart boys use.”

“Oh yes, some very interesting items,” Sanjay replied. “This way, please.” When Sanjay turned his back, you put your hands behind yours and gave Tech and Wrecker hand signals as you walked away. You heard two clanks in response, an acknowledgement of receiving your message. In the next second, you quietly unlocked their cells, but not so much that Sanjay would notice until it was too late.

“They appear to be clones by the looks of their tools and armor,” Sanjay said as he showed you where their things were. You looked at them curiously, grabbing a piece of armor and holding it closer to examine.

“I wonder if it would be possible to study the materials their armor is made with, it is very reliable I’m told.”

“Yes, that would be a good idea,” Sanjay replied, “unfortunately, I’m afraid I can’t afford to do so.”

“Perhaps Dohbar could lend you some money,” you said nonchalantly, “as long as word of our transaction does not leave this room. And for the knowledge of the material as well.”

“That sounds like an excellent deal,” Sanjay said, smiling as he extended his hand for you. You smiled back, and when you grasped his hand to shake, you watched his eyes start to become distant and glazed.

“King Rash?” you asked, feigning concern, “are you alright?”

“Y-yes, Queen Monako,” he said, raising his other hand to his head, “I just got a bit dizzy.”

“Oh, let me feel your temperature,” you said, and pressed your palm to his forehead. His eyes rolled back once you made contact, and then his legs gave out as he fell into unconsciousness. Quickly you grabbed your lightsaber and used the force to throw it into the hall and ignite it, the signal you’d told the boys to wait for. Wrecker and Tech then burst out of their cells and ran to grab their things.

“You guys get out of here with Amedda,” you said, using the force to unlock his cell. He quickly ran out and joined you all.

“Are you the ones the Republic sent to free me?” he asked, and you nodded.

“I’ll take care of Sanjay and the cover up,” you continued.

“Are you sure?” Tech asked, and you nodded.

“I don’t want to anger Onderon, Dohbar will remain out of the war.”

“Alright, but Crosshair won’t be happy.”

“Screw what Crosshair thinks right now, I’m protecting my people and my child whether he likes it or not.”

“Your child?” Wrecker asked, confusion instantly surrounding him and Tech.

“I meant Tayah,” you quickly covered, “she’s practically my child. Kinda. Whatever, it doesn’t matter, just go!”

“Okay,” Tech said, pausing for a moment. You could tell he wasn’t convinced, but you didn’t need to worry about that right now. Right now, Sanjay was your problem. Once Tech, Wrecker, and Mas Amedda were gone, you began your plan.

“Guards! Are there any guards around?” You run back out of the prisoner hall, and shout for anyone to help.

“Kemzak!” you said when you spotted him. “Please, you need to help me! King Rash was showing me a tour of the prisoner hall and they somehow got out! They knocked me out briefly before going after King Rash! He’s unconscious in the room where their things were!”

“Kriff,” Kemzak said, “alright, y/n, just stay here, okay? You’ll be alright. I’ll go get guards for back up.”

“Hurry, the King might be hurt badly!”

“Don’t worry,” he called back, “I’ll send a medic as well!” You pretended to be worried as people ran towards the room. You sat outside and put your head in your hands, and forced yourself to cry. After a few minutes, a gentle hand rested on your back, and you looked up to see Kemzak’s soft smile.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, wiping away your tears. The action sent a chill through you, and a sour taste filled your mouth. “Let’s get you back to your room, you’ve had an eventful day and you should get some rest.”

“But-” you began, before stopping and shaking your head.

“But what?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing, it’s a bit…prude,” you said, biting your tongue. You felt him get flustered through the force before he cleared his throat and responded.

“You must be one tough woman if you’re still thinking about that after the day you’ve had.”

“It’s hard not to when you’re around,” you said quietly, and he coughed briefly as you arrived at your room. “Thank you again, Kemzak,” you said, “you’ve been the only nice thing to come out of today.”

“Of course, y/n,” he said, before looking back over his shoulder at the sound of his name. “Duty calls,” he said when he turned back to you.

“2030,” you said, and his eyes went wide before he shook his head.

“I think I should let you rest instead. I’ll visit you tomorrow, I don’t have a shift until later in the night.”

“I’m afraid I won’t be here very long tomorrow. I’m needed back on Dohbar in the morning.”

“Oh,” he said, a bit of sadness slipping into his expression. “Well then, y/n,” he said, taking your hand into his, “until we meet again.” He kissed the top of your hand softly before smiling and stepping back out of your room. You smiled back and let him close the door. As soon as he did, you ran to the refresher and locked yourself in so you could comm the others.

“Tech, Wrecker, did you make it back to Hunter and Crosshair?”

“Yes, we are just waiting on you,” Tech replied.

“I don’t know when I’ll be able to slip out, but you guys need to be on your toes. Heads on swivels, the royal guards are going to be looking for you.”

“Alright, just let us know when you’re out,” Hunter said.

“I will.”

“Be careful, Princess,” Crosshair said, and you smiled to yourself at his words.

“Don’t worry, Snarky. I’m always careful.”

“Oh, so you’re lying to me now,” he joked, and you laughed before telling them to be safe as well. After you ended your comm, a knock came from the door and you left the refresher to see who it was.

“Kemzak,” you said in surprise.

“Happy to see me?” he joked. “I was told I could come guard you for the night, in case the prisoners are still inside and try to harm you.”

“Oh,” you said, licking your lips. “Well, that’s a very interesting turn of events. So, you’re still on duty?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded before flushing at the slip up. You just smiled back, taking a slow step closer to him.

“So,” you said, reaching behind him to push the door shut, “since you’re on duty, should I call you sir Etra?” You watched him swallow deeply as your hands met his chest, slowly moving up towards his neck.

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***UNWANTED ADVANCES***

“You can call me anything you’d like,” he responded, and a grin flashed onto your lips as you pushed him back. He caught himself on the bed, and after a brief moment of surprise, he moved back as you crawled on top of him. His hands quickly found your waist, and they felt so wrong on you that you had to fight the disgust from showing. His hands moved lower, and as they did, you had to fight harder against your instincts to punch him in the face.

You suddenly let out a yelp, not expecting it when he flipped you over. In a second, his lips crashed onto your neck and his grip tightened on you. You wanted to cry, everything about this felt so wrong. Your body screamed for it to stop, and so you gave in to its desires.

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You let out a yell as you tossed him away with the force, and only when you saw the shattered mirror on the ground did you realize how hard you’d thrown him. His head hung limp above his chest, and blood dripped down his neck. The sound of footsteps rushing towards your room filled you with panic, and without thinking, you ran to the window, broke it, and jumped out.

“Guys!” you yelled into your comm, “please tell me you’re on the ship!”

“Is everything alright, Cyar’ika?” Crosshair asked, panic in his tone.

“Not exactly,” you said, “I’m going to need you to be ready with an evac outside the gates.”

“Alright, we’ll be there, just keep running, okay?”

“Okay,” you responded before the sound of the guards yelling met your ears. You didn’t dare look back, not when you knew they’d known it was you who hurt Kemzak. You felt a pang of pity for him, it hadn’t been his fault that you’d tricked him. He’d been fooled into thinking that was what you wanted. And it was, just not with him. No guards seemed to be running after you, but the likelihood of droids patrolling the streets was high. Thankfully, you could see the gates not too far ahead.

“We’re right outside the gates, Princess,” Crosshair’s voice said over the comms, “just run onto the ship once you get out.” You didn’t have the words to respond, so you just kept running. People on the street jumped out of your way when they saw you running, and you nearly tripped a few times, but finally you made it to the gates. You quickly pushed them open, and saw Crosshair waiting for you in the entrance of the ship. You jumped and he held his arm out, catching you and pulling you inside before Tech immediately began to fly up.

“It’s alright,” Crosshair said, holding you close, “you’re safe now.”

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***PANIC DUE TO TRAUMA, MENTIONS OF UNWANTED ADVANCES***

The feeling of his hand gently rubbing your back made you panic, and you immediately pushed away from him. His eyes went wide when you did so, and worry filled them when he saw the fear in yours.

“Cyar’ika,” he said quietly, slowly approaching you, “it’s okay.”

Your eyes remained frightened, but you allowed him to reach out to you. His hand gently took yours, and he softly pulled you to him. When his hands gently rested on your waist to hold you, you pushed him away and ran towards the refresher. You instantly got sick in the vactube, coughing up the glass of booze you’d had earlier.

“Y/n!” Crosshair said, rushing to your side. “Are you alright? What’s going on? Did they poison you?”

You shook your head, wiping your mouth before tears started to fall again. “H-he…”

“He? Who’s he? Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head again, more tears spilling. “H-he touched me…”

“He what?” Crosshair said, and you could sense the instant shift to anger. “Tech, take me back there.”

“No!” you cried, “it wasn’t his fault!”

“What do you mean?” Crosshair asked incredulously.

“I-I tricked him,” you said, sniffling loudly, “it was-it was to make sure the plan-the plan worked.”

“Did he do anything to you that you didn’t want?” Crosshair asked, and you nodded. “Then I want to make him pay.”

“No, Crosshair. It’s too dangerous. He was just dumb and easily seduced.”

“Seduced?” Crosshair asked, a flash of betrayal in his eyes.

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***END***

“I didn’t do anything more than flirting,” you quickly said, “I wanted to make sure that if I needed anyone on the guard, that he’d be easily manipulated.”

“I see,” Crosshair said, letting out a sigh. His anger ebbed, and he shook his head. “It was smart of you, even if I don’t like how it happened. What really matters is that you’re safe and okay and back with me.”

You smiled at him and nodded, and he gently held your cheek, brushing away tears with his thumb. “Don’t you dare think about kissing me right after I got sick,” you said, pulling away from him slightly. He just chuckled at you before kissing your forehead.

“Come on, let’s get you into some comfier clothes and get you to bed. You’ve had a long day.”

“Hmm,” you hummed in agreement, leaning into him as he guided you back to the bunks.

“Crosshair, can you come up here real quick?” Hunter said, and Crosshair smiled at you as you laid down in fresh clothes.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t fall asleep without me.”

“No promises,” you teased, and he chuckled softly before heading to the cockpit. As he left the room, Tech entered, and his face was determined.

“I know you weren’t referring to Tayah earlier,” he said, sitting on the bunk across from you. Your body stiffened, fear pulsing through you.

“What do you mean?”

“When you said ‘my child,’ you told Wrecker and I that you had been mistaken and were referring to Tayah. That was a lie.”

You didn’t respond, you just stared up at the bunk above you.

“I had noticed a few suspicious things, especially when you had been getting sick quite regularly,” Tech continued, “and then your ‘secret project’ on Dohbar that took months, and we weren’t allowed to see you. You never showed yourself below the chest while on holocalls.”

“Tech, please,” you said, sitting up and turning to him. “Whatever you think you know, you don’t. For my safety, for your safety, for Crosshair’s safety.”

“For the child’s safety,” Tech agreed, and you nodded. He looked at you for a minute before smiling. “Prince or princess?”

“Princess,” you said, and he smiled wider.

“I’ve always wondered what having a little niece would be like.”

“Well, maybe in the future you’ll know,” Crosshair said as he walked back in. “Why are you sitting up, Cyar’ika?”

“Tech interrupted my attempt to fall asleep before you got back,” you joked, and Crosshair playfully glared at his brother before getting into the bed with you.

“Tech, if you would be so kind as to leave us. Maybe you’ll be rewarded with a niece if you do.”“As Wrecker stated earlier,” Tech said while standing and walking to the door, pausing to look back and finish, “nasty.”

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Hello, Hiya, and Good Evening! I saw that you are open for taking requests and I was wondering if you'd be willing to write a Bad Batch Imagine with Hunter X FemReader Fluff? I absolutely adore him and would love to see your take on him. I don't have anything specific cause I know that you'll come up something perfect! Thank you!

Watch Your Step (Hunter x Reader)

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A/N: Ask and you shall receive! This one is inspired in part by some fan art I’ve seen in the community that I 100% endorse as canon. You’ll see what I mean. ;)

Description: Hunter x Fem!Reader, fluff with a little ✨spice✨ | Warnings: a little sensuality, shirtless Hunter you're welcome, Star Wars swear words| Setting: pre-TCW Season 7 | Word count: 1,992 | Gif credit: user kamino-coruscant

You had a long list of planets you wanted to visit before you died. Takodana was in the top ten. But why oh why did you have to visit in the middle of the hottest summer they’d had there in over a century?

That’s what you wondered for the thousandth time as you paced back and forth along the perimeter of the squad’s temporary camp.

“If you keep trudging like that, you’ll make a ditch,” Echo called out, watching from a nearby log.

“And then I’ll lay down in it and drown in my sweat,” you exhale, wiping your brow in vain.

“That is unlikely,” Tech interjected, not bothering to look up from his data pad, “It would take a considerable amount of time to collect enough perspiration to drown in. You would die from heat stroke and dehydration much quicker.”

You slow your stride, pausing to exchange exhausted looks with Echo.

“Thank you for clearing that up, Tech,” Echo sighed.

“You are welcome.”

You shake your head, too drained to argue further with the articulate clone.

Wrecker, who up until this point had been an unmoving mass on the ground, lifted his head with a groan, “When is the Sarge going to come back? How long does it take to look for water? I’m melting here!”

“Quit complaining, Wrecker,” Crosshair murmured.

He leaned back against a tree in the shade, eyes shut, seemingly unbothered by the heat. You were surprised the toothpick between his lips hadn’t caught flame yet.

“Although it is biologically impossible for one to melt in this temperature, I’m afraid I have to agree with Wrecker,” Tech spoke up, removing his goggles to wipe away the fog from the humidity. “The fresh water source I detected on my scan of the area is only half a klick from here. It is unusual that he hasn’t returned by now.”

“Try to reach him on the comm,” Echo replied.

“I’m afraid we cannot, at the moment. There is interference from a nearby outpost. Presently I am trying to override it, but I need time.”

Echo stood up from his wooden seat, “Should we go look for him? Maybe something happened.”

“I’ll go,” you declare before anyone else could volunteer, “I’ll find him.”

“Are you sure? You won’t be able to make contact if get into trouble.”

“I’ll be fine,” you smirk, patting the DL-21 pistol on your hip, “Besides, maybe if I walk fast enough I’ll feel a breeze.”

Echo nodded and sunk back down onto the log, casting aside his empty canteen with a grunt.

You hear Wrecker begin to grouse again as you start off into the sweltering forest. The way forward to the supposedly nearby lake was relatively clear, only the occasional tree root cropping up to interrupt the natural path of dirt and grass winding through the timber. It only takes a few minutes for you to realize your hopes to create a breeze were complete folly. Now that you were moving faster and further, your armor felt like an oven welded onto your body. Even with your helmet off, you were starting to wonder if that heat stroke Tech warned about wasn’t so far off.

“How can a planet with just one sun be this hot?” you huff, almost losing your already shaky balance as your foot catches on a rock.

The lush greenery overhead provided some shade from the relentless heatwave, but the stifling humidity nullified whatever mercy the limbs above could offer.

“Kriffing heat, kriffing sun,” you muttered, frustratingly wiping at your eyes as they stung with sweat.

Your flaring temper was about to compete with the solar flares when the smell of water reached your burning nose. Bird song started to grow louder, further confirming you were close to sweet relief.

You stumble through a bush, the sky opening up as you approached the clearing.

“Hunter better be alive...I’m not dragging his body...back...”

Your thoughts evaporated quicker than the moisture from your face. Your gaze jumps to the armor lying on the sand, to the bodysuit cast onto the boulder, then to Hunter kneeling down at the water’s edge, clad only in slim, black shorts.

“This is a mirage. I am definitely hallucinating,” you reason, but you can’t look away.

He stands up, fastening the red bandana around his head as he wades into the water up to his knees

“Nope, that’s him.”

Your jaw goes slack as you realize the tattoo on his face is only part of a full-bodied skeleton etched into his entire left side. Your eyes follow the smooth, ebony outlines of bones from his shoulder, across his back, all the way down the back of his leg.

“Stop staring! What’s wrong with you?” you think, but you’re frozen in place. You watch as he splashes water on his face and rubs the back of his neck. His thick, black hair was drenched, dripping water down his gleaming skin.

“Dank farrik,” you utter breathless.

“Are you gonna keep standing there or are you gonna come out?” Hunter called aloud.

If you had any spit left, you would have choked on it.

“Oh no.”

His heightened senses.

“Sergeant!” you blurt out, your cheeks flushing with more than sunburn.

You fumble forward, almost dropping your helmet.

“Y/N,” he greets, amusement in his voice.

“How uh...how long-”

“Long enough to know it was you. A droid would have shot me by now,” he answered before you could finish.

He sensed you. Of course he did. How could you have forgotten? How could you have remembered...

“Besides, I can always tell when it’s you,” he added.

He finally turns to face you. The waterdrops glisten on his chest. The tattoo trails down from his neck from the front too. Your throat tightens.

You quickly avert your eyes. “I was-, the squad was concerned. When you didn’t make contact.”

“Yeah, didn’t figure out my comm wasn’t working until after I got out here,” he explained, laughing a bit, “The canteens are over there. I filled them up in the stream a little ways to the east. It led me out to the lake. Thought I’d, you know, cool off while I was down here.”

“I see that,” you say, trying to maintain eye contact.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you,” he studied your face, which you pretended not to notice.

“No, I’m fine. Glad you’re alright,” you say, feeling your cheeks get even hotter.

“You sure? Looks like you need to cool down yourself,” he suggests, stepping closer to the bank. “The water is nice and cold.”

He was just torturing you now.

“I’m fine, I don’t wanna take all this off just to put it back on,” you insist, lying through your teeth.

“Ah don’t worry, I can help you with that,” he says, smiling a bit.

You blink. Was, was he flirting with you?

“Tech was right, I’m having a heat stroke.”

He must have noticed the change in your expression because realization flashed in his eyes the next moment.

“Oh I didn’t mean...uh that came out wrong. I just meant, uh...I-” his stammering gave way to nervous laughter.

“Oh that’s okay. Um, we should probably be heading back to the camp anyway. Wrecker was about to melt, as he put it,” you laugh, trying to fix your eyes ahead.

“Ah, right. Of course. Better get that water to him, then,” he nodded, running his hand through his hair. “Would you...nevermind.”

“What is it?” you respond.

“Would you mind handing me my suit? I don’t wanna get sand in it.” he asked, sounding more timid than you’d ever heard him.

“Oh. Yes, of course,” you say, walking over to the boulder where he left his gear. “Not a problem.”

You retrieve the suit, the warmth from the dark fabric soaking through your gloves. You inch closer to the shoreline, moving carefully on the damp terrain.

"Watch your step. The sand is deeper than it looks,” he cautioned, reaching your direction, ”wouldn't want you to fall."

The words were barely out of his mouth as your boot slid in the slick silt. You try to regain your balance, but it was too late. Gravity has its way as you collide into Hunter, both of you going tumbling into the shallow water. The splash rains down on you as you come to a stop, and when you open your eyes, you’re lying directly on top of Hunter.

“I am so, so sorry, Sergeant,” you gasp, mortified, but you’re interrupted by his laughter.

“At least my suit will be cool now,” he chuckles, wiping away the water from his eyes.

You try to clamor off of him, but you can’t get a grip between your heavy armor and the unsteady sediment. As your balance wavers again, you almost knock your head into his.

“Kriff!” you exclaim, “I’m so sorry!”

He laughing even more now, shaking underneath you. “Here, lemme help.”

Even with your full weight on him, he manages to sit upright, steadying you with his hands on your waist. Your heart skips as you realize your hands are on his chest.

“I...am...” you pant, eyes locking with his. Before you can continue, Hunter reaches for your face, brushing a strand of your dripping hair away from your eyes. His knuckles softly graze your cheek, and your breath hitches. You find yourself leaning forward, glancing between his lips and his soft grey eyes.

“Sergeant? Hunter, do you read me?” Tech’s voice rings out from the comm on the shore.

You jump from the sound, both of you looking toward the sand where the device blinked.

“I...better get that,” Hunter exhales, disappointment in his tone.

“Yes. Definitely,” you say, slowly getting to your feet, holding onto Hunter’s hand until he’s upright alongside you.

“Sorry about your suit,” you say sheepishly. You pick it up out of the water and ring it out the best you can before handing it to him.

“Sorry about yours,” he countered, gesturing to your soaked armor as he trekked up the bank.

You already felt the water seeping beneath the plates into places it shouldn’t, but that was the last thing on your mind.

“That’s alright. You were right. The water was cool,” you say, following behind.

“Hunter, do you copy?” Tech radioed again, sounding a little more concerned than usual.

Hunter retrieved the comm, heaving a sigh. “Yeah Tech, I copy.”

“Good. Is Y/N with you? She went searching for you when you didn’t return.”

Hunter looked over at you as you leaned over to shake out your hair.

“Yeah, she’s with me.”

You catch a glimpse of his smirk before he turns away.

“We’re on our way back. Tell Wrecker to hold on a little longer. We got the canteens refilled,” Hunter reported.

“Copy that. You may want to hurry. I am not sure how much longer Crosshair can restrain himself from putting Wrecker out of his misery. Nor I, for that matter.”

“Will do. Over and out.”

You went over and collected the canteens while Hunter donned his armor, all the while your thoughts raced as the moment from the water relayed in your mind.

Hunter cleared his throat, walking up behind you, helmet under his arm. “Ready to head out?”

You spin on your heel, three canteens strapped to your belt and one in your hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he nods, grabbing the other two and securing them.

“Hunter?” you ask, hesitating to even voice the question in your mind.

“Yeah?”

“What did you mean, when you said you can always tell when it’s me?”

“Oh, well. I just...can. Certain people give off a feeling. It’s not everyone. But some do. It’s hard to describe,” he explained.

“And my feeling?”

He gazes into your eyes and smiles. “Bright as the sun.”

He puts on his helmet and takes point, striding back into the woods. You slip yours on as well, concealing your grin all the way back to camp.

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 9 months ago

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what’s up! saw your post asking for some requests after tbb ep4 (THEY REUNITED AHHHH)

cough okay back on topic , what if it was a lil sweet wrecker or hunter x reader, maybe one where reader got taken away with omega? And how either wrecker or hunter react to seeing her again after so long? all sweet and hugs and kisses—

(maybe end in some nice cuddles cuz im a sucker for cuddle fics 😝)

okay lovely person have a good day ! feel free to ignore 🫶

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Wrecker x Reader

Summary- After searching for months, Wrecker is finally reunited with you. You couldn't be happier.

A/N- Thank you for requesting! Sorry for the wait, i'm trying to get through everyone's request. I hope you don't mind I chose Wrecker. He's so adorable at all times! I screamed when everyone reunited, i'm OBSESSED!

Word Count- 1,052

Beautiful pic by @azertyrobaz !

Your leg bounced up and down, you couldn't get it to stop. Nerves coarse through you. It had been months and months since you had last seen, even heard, from Wrecker.

You worried for him desperately, hoping he was taking care of himself. It frequently fell on you to tend to Wrecker. Sure, he was the biggest and strongest clone of the force. Outside of battle, he was just a big baby.

Omega turned from her seat to smile at you, she was positive that they were okay.

The silence from you, Crosshair, and Omega let your memories flow. Many of you helping Wrecker conserve rations, tending to his injuries, and calming his fear of heights. You also thought about the countless times he'd made you laugh, stood up for you, and protected you.

You really missed him... Your days on Tantiss as a prisoner were long and lifeless- quickly relying on Omega's daily stories to keep your spirits up.

All that was over now... You were finally going home. By home, you meant Wrecker.

Swallowing thick, you stood as Omega landed the ship. Tears welled up when you saw The Marauder. You forced yourself to breathe, watching the ship doors lower.

You looked around quickly, wondering why they weren't outside the ship. Then, you saw Wrecker racing down the steps. Hunter was close behind.

You sobbed, running to him. He laughed, always finding the joy in situations. "Now there's a sight to see!"

The second it took you to get to him felt like an eternity. Though, you were immediately lifted off of your feet when you met.

He spun you around, arms locking you to his chest. Your head found a place to rest on his neck. Your nose brushed against the skin peaking out of his blacks.

You let out a contented sigh, the first in a long time. You felt completely safe, an unfamiliar feeling.

He still held you up off of your feet, but pulled back to kiss you. There wasn't a piece of skin on your face he didn't peck. Before you had time to recoup the action, he pulled you close again.

"Wrecker, Wrecker baby. I'm okay..." He sniffled and set you down. You could see out of the corner of your eye, Hunter holding Omega.

He seemed to have more tears flowing than you.

Wrecker turned you around forcefully, but gentle. He looked you up and down for injuries. You stiffed a laugh, "That's my job Wrecker."

"I know! I was just so scared for you two" He whined, lowering himself to his knees for you. Now that he was at an easier-to-access height, you did your own rounds. Something that soothed you and him. An unspoken rule that you did after missions.

"Omega and I are safe. not a scratch on us." Caressing his face slowly, then feeling down his arms. You picked up his right hand, inspecting each gloved finger. You set it down to look at the other. Nothing more than some old scars.

You took in one more deep breath then gave him a real kiss on the lips, this one less frantic and more passionate.

You pulled away to wipe your tears, then Wreckers. You both laughed when Omega squeezed her way in to hug Wrecker. He picked her up as well, but softly threw her up and caught her. More laughter filled the air.

You turned to give Hunter a quick hug, happy to see him in one piece.

It was soon that Wrecker was back at your side, you held onto his forearm to let him know you were still there. That this wasn't a dream.

Hours had gone by and stories had been shared, Omega was already fast asleep in her makeshift room. No one dared to wake her, everyone knew she needed the rest. Hunter took the first watch and you noticed Crosshair lingering around the cock-pit with him. You knew the two of them would figure everything out.

You and Wrecker decided to call it a night and settle in one of the small beds in the back of the ship. He insisted you slept with him, for 'safety reasons.'

It had been so long since you'd been this close to him, and you were feeling on edge. Scared you would ruin the moment by moving the wrong way or touching the wrong spot.

What you had seemed to forget in that moment was Wreckers free spirit, he didn't care what you did. You could have knocked him in the head and he'd find a way to thank you. He was just happy you were with him again. He had no place in his mind for formalities.

"You okay?" He asked you, petting your hair while you laid on his chest. The blanket just under your chin.

"I'm fine now that i'm with you." You responded, despite a lot being on your mind.

"Well uh, you seem all stiff. Did you pull something when I picked you up?" He worried, concerned he did something wrong for you to be uncomfortable. His face showed he was nervous.

This warmed your heart, he was still the same Wrecker you remembered. "No, no of course not."

You propped yourself up, face-to-face with him. You smiled and rested your palm to his cheek. "You didn't do anything baby, I'm just trying to adjust to everything. Big change from a cell to The Marauder..." His hands rested at your waist, where the blanket pooled.

His eyes widened. "Do uh, do you wanna talk about it?" He tried, but didn't really know what to say in this situation.

"In the morning... I just want to cuddle with you right now." He laughed heatedly. "Now that, I can do!"

He nuzzled his way into your neck, holding you tightly. You hiked a leg up over his hip.

He snickered at the position, but wrapped a hand on your thigh to keep you there. His thumb rubbed the skin there. His other hand rubbing your back.

You brought your own hands up to hold his head against you, mumbling sweet things to him.

"How did I get so lucky..." He whispered.

"Did you wish on a shooting star?" You joked back at him.

He laughed, kissing your neck. "Yeah, something like that..."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading!

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zoeykallus · 1 year ago

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Hunter - Dirty Lillte Thief 19 - Old Wounds And Broken Hearts

Hunter x FemReader Multi Chapter FF

AC: Repost/New post because of an Update I had to make. There was a whole chunk missing because I forgot to copy it out of my docs after translating my stuff and tumblr didn't let me overwork/correct my own post, yet again.

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Warnings: Sexual Themes Mentioned (18+)/Angst/Fluff/Jealous Hunter

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

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>Master List<

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WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE:

Dirty Little Thief

Part 2 -Fairplay

Part 3- What We Do Not Admit

Part 4 - Provocative

Part 5 - Fighting And Loving

Part 6 - Scorching Hot

Part 7 - Keep It Together

Part 8 - Give Me More

Part 9 - Don’t You Dare

Part 10 - Hurt

Part 11 - Say You Won’t Miss Me

Part 12 - Still A Dirty Little Thief

Part 13 – In The Shadows

Part 14 - Burning Bridges

Part 15 – Under A Red Sun

Part 16 – See You Again

Part 17 - Reunion

Part 18 - I Missed You

This sexual encounter between you and Hunter had been so much more intense than ever before, even if it was a bit rushed. But even more uncomfortable you felt about the fact, that this togetherness could not end properly, your orgasm had just barely ended, as you've been disturbed.

At first, you feel a little uncomfortable looking at Echo, you are sure that when he was looking for Hunter, just before he said something to you, he must have heard something, maybe even seen something.

You know Echo is not a peeping Tom, he is of the decent sort, but to approach Hunter about this important matter, he must have been nearby, waiting.

Your eyes meet briefly, and an annoying little voice in the back of your head tells you that Echo knows Hunter's sperm is dripping into your panties.

You hope you get time to wash up and put on some fresh clothes as soon as possible.

Hunter turns to you and says, to your relief, "Hey, um, why don't you go freshen up. It's just a bunch of locals, mostly farmers on their way here, nothing exciting."

You try not to let on how damn relieved you are and slip into the refresher. To your surprise, Hunter has clean clothes ready. He hasn't disposed of your stuff, even after two years; he's kept everything.

You smile in satisfaction as you step into the shower.

As you come out of the refresher, you hear Hunter talking to someone. You pause and listen. "Since the Empire rose, you've practically been on your own, on the run?" You know that voice, at first you can't immediately place it, but you know it, clearly. You hear Hunter grumble, then he answers, "More or less, yes. Are you hiding from the Empire here, too?" "Pretty much, yeah. This planet doesn't offer much except farmland, there's no mineral resources, nothing to mine or exploit, that's why the Empire isn't interested in us so far. It's a very simple life, a quiet one, but also a free and peaceful one" "Doesn't sound so bad," Wrecker notes. You cautiously approach the voices, carefully pushing past Wrecker and finally standing next to Hunter. When you see the face to the voice, you realize why it sounded familiar. At first Hunter's counterpart looks flabbergasted, then he smiles broadly and when he says your name, everyone perks up, and you feel Hunter tense a little beside you. "Damn, I didn't think you'd ever leave this dead, dry planet alive," the man standing in front of you says to you.

He has a slight shadow of a beard, intense blue eyes, amber hair, he is well-built, large strong hands, the hands of a laborer, rough and calloused. He is about Hunter's height, maybe an inch or two taller, but hardly remarkably taller. His face was still as perfect as ever, except for the shadow of his beard and a smudge of dirt on his right cheek. His cheekbones high but not too high, broad strong chin, eyes the perfect angle and distance apart. Strong but straight even nose, thick full hair. Not to forget the perfectly matching voice, deep, very slightly gravelly but gentle. "Kenjam Dennolli," you say with a sigh. "You know each other?" asks Hunter cautiously. Dennolli laughs and says, "You could say that." "He's my ex-boyfriend," you say, rolling your eyes.

Hunter next to you tenses. "Meaning, we know each other very well. Theoretically, we never broke up," Dennolli says, laughing.

You look at the man with the goggles.

"Of all the damn planets we could have ended up on, it had to be this one," you grumble in Tech's direction. Tech looks up indignantly from his holopad and says, "This is a moon. You act like this is my fault." Dennolli laughs again, "Still temperamental and argumentative I see." You glare at him angrily and say, "Breaking up wasn't necessary, Ken, because you just ran off the planet and I had no way of following you."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Echo wave the others along, leaving you and Hunter alone with Ken. Echo was always reliable when it came to getting some privacy, most of the time. Ken looks at you, not quite as amused as before, as he says, "I didn't go willingly, you know the Hutts were after me. I had to take the first chance I got, and taking you with me would have put you on Jabba's hit list as well." "Excuses," you growl softly, automatically standing closer to Hunter, as if some part of you is subconsciously seeking mental, emotional protection from him. Hunter senses that you're seeking his closeness, more or less half-hiding behind him, your behavior suggesting that you're still hurt and don't really want to work through this situation right now. He is not sure if he is relieved or worried. Even a blind man can see that Kenjam Dennolli is handsome and charismatic, Hunter thinks silently, annoyed.

Ken sighs and says quietly to you, "You know that's not true, that's not an excuse. And I've missed you a lot" "That was almost five years ago, Ken, I've been over it for a long time".

Ken says softly, "I'm happy for you, really, it's good you were able to move forward, I couldn't."

Hunter at your side becomes even more tense, you even see a vein on his neck. Was he jealous? You've never seen Hunter jealous before, not that you know of. Something is bubbling under his surface, you feel it clearly in the Force, something intense, it feels almost sharp, as if you could cut yourself on it if you got too close to him at the moment. And yet, you draw closer.

"Like I said," you say coolly, leaning meaningfully against Hunter's shoulder, "I've been over this a long time."

Ken blinks, then smiles humorlessly and says, "I understand. You two are therefore-"

"Indeed," Hunter grumbles.

Ken, clearly sensing Hunter's tension, laughs softly and nods.

"Okay, that's nice for you guys. Getting together for old times' sake tonight is probably a no-go then."

Hunter says coolly, "Certainly," and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

There is a small, awkward pause in which no one says anything, the two men look at each other, scrutinize and assess. You sense melancholy and an old longing, in Ken, like sweet, heavy wine. Hunter exudes sharpness and hardness, also a small bitter undertone of fear.

Again, your ex nods and finally says, "Okay, I think I overstayed my welcome for today. I'll better head back to work anyway. It was good to see you again."

You don't really know what to say to that, feeling a little uncomfortable in your own skin, so you keep quiet and watch Ken walk away. Finally, Hunter stirs beside you.

"Your ex, huh? Good-looking fellow," he growls.

You raise your eyebrows questioningly and look at him.

"Yeah, so? Did you expect me to be hanging out with ugly men before I started dating you?"

Hunter rolls his eyes, sighs softly, but finally looks at you, with a calm, gentle expression.

"No, it just feels weird"

"What do you mean?"

Hunter shrugs cautiously and explains, "We just got back together after being apart for a long time. It's all still fresh and suddenly this striking, handsome guy shows up. That's when a man in my situation feels a little pressured."

"Why?" you ask curiously.

Hunter steps closer, grabs your hands, plays with your fingers and says, "Imagine it the other way around. A gorgeous woman suddenly shows up here, and you're confronted with the fact that she's my ex and still interested in me."

You frown unwillingly. You don't like the idea at all.

"Do you have an ex like that?" you ask cautiously.

Hunter laughs and says, "No, but that's not the point. Just imagine it for a minute, and you'll understand how it feels to me right now."

You sigh softly, of course you can understand, but Hunter has no reason to worry, certainly not about Kenjam Dennolli.

You release your hands from his and wrap your arms around his shoulders, gently kissing along his jaw to his ear and finally whisper, "You can be absolutely sure that my heart, body and soul are yours alone, Hunter."

You feel Hunter shiver softly and shortly thereafter close his arms tightly around you.

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spinningwebsandtales · 3 years ago

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Imagine Playing With Hunter's Hair

Hunter X FemReader

Warnings: none

(A/N:) This is nothing but a little self-indulgence for yours truly! I wanna touch that hair so freaking bad! If y'all can't tell Hunter is my fave of the Bad Batch but ol' Rexy will always be my top favorite clone! Though Hunter is a really close second. So enjoy my little slice of heaven. ~Countess

Hunter's locks always intrigued you. While other troopers kept their hair cropped short and others with various styles of shaved heads. Hunter grew his long and the wavy strands were just beckoning to be touched. You had tried several times to be sneaky, but his training was hard to bypass. He always knew when you were behind him or sneaking around. Now if you had made your desire known he would be more than welcome to make your wish come true. The problem was, you were embarrassed. Wrecker didn't help either having the uncanny ability to show up whenever you and Hunter were having a moment before proceeding to make kissy noises and various faces of disgust. But the gods had looked down upon you and blessed you, cause about every single Batcher was asleep including Hunter himself. Maybe finally you could run your wanting digits through those glorious strands of deep rich chocolate brown. As quietly as possible you tiptoed closer. Watching his reactions, you took in every inch of his peaceful face. From the soft lines of his closed eyes to the slightly parted lips. He was a handsome sight to behold and finally your fingertips touched the locks hanging from his neck and made your way upwards to his headband when his reflexes kicked in grabbing your wrist. Hurriedly you slapped a hand over your mouth to silence your yelp when you beholden that piercing dark gaze. You melted whispering apologies.

"Can I help you (Y/N)," Hunter asked swiveling the chair he had been dozing in around.

"I'm sorry," you replied hoarsely. "I couldn't help myself any longer."

He smirked releasing your wrist to guide your hand to his head. "All you had to do was ask."

The strands were as soft as they looked and you felt a pang of jealousy shoot through you at the male's gorgeous hair. But you didn't let it last, you were in complete bliss and by the look on Hunter's face while he relaxed in your embrace he was enjoying it too. Needless to say the crew was a little confused why their leader was asleep in your arms with your hands mindlessly stroking his head in your sleep.

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wanderinginksplot · 4 years ago

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Hi! Coul you do a Hunter x Jedi FemReader fluff. Myybe They are reunited after a long time and they hang out in secret.

Hey! It took a few days, but here’s where this prompt took me:

Hunter + Jedi F!Reader + Fluff

“Steady!”

“Watch the far side - it’s tipping!”

“We need another few troopers over here to help balance it!”

“It’s too heavy!”

“Stop, men,” you ordered, your calm voice cutting through the clamor with ease. “Let me get it.”

Lifting the heavy crate with the Force was simple, one of the first things you had learned to do in the Temple. From there, transporting it to the correct section of the hangar wasn’t any more difficult, and you accomplished the task with ease.

“Still showing off, General?” a rough voice asked from just behind your ear.

You turned around, already smiling at the familiar face. “Sergeant Hunter,” you greeted. “I had no idea you were on-planet.”

He shrugged, the movement flowing with grace that would have made even a Jedi jealous. “We picked up a new member for the Batch. We needed to have him cleared on Coruscant before we could risk taking him into action.”

“And?” you asked, already thinking about how you could help. Force-healing wasn’t your strong suit, but you could pull a few strings to get the right padawan to the GAR headquarters. If Hunter needed something, you would do everything in your power to get it for him. He had saved your life often enough to deserve that dedication from you.

“And he’ll be fine,” Hunter reassured you. Gesturing to the flurry of men working to unload your gunships - each one painted with a flattering caricature of your profile with a lightsaber held out in front of you - he asked, “How did the mission go?”

You shrugged. “It went as well as can be expected, I suppose.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means- Well, it…” you sighed. “This war never seems to have a true victory. There are always losses, and those sacrifices don’t always make sense given what little is accomplished in return.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow. “That’s what we’re made for. Sacrificing.”

You hated hearing that, no matter how often it had been repeated by the Kaminoans, the GAR, and the Jedi Council. These men weren’t a product and their lives weren’t something they should expect to lose simply because they had been created rather than born. They had names and personalities, painted their armor with patterns in your favorite color, and some troopers even asked for permission to use your handprint in their designs. Hunter’s casual defense of what you saw as the fatal flaw of the Jedi Order made your stomach lurch and your spirits drop.

“So they keep telling me,” you agreed, mustering a smile for Hunter. “It was a pleasure seeing you, Sergeant. It has been far too long.”

"Wait," Hunter called and you paused in turning away. "What did I say?"

His earnest question only served to make you feel worse. "Nothing, Hunter. The problem seems to be with me. I just need some time away from the war, the loss."

Hunter's eyes cut a neat contrast against the darkness of his tattoo. "I can't help much, but how about some time spent with an old friend?"

"I have to go make my report to the Council," you hedged.

"After that, then," Hunter suggested. "I'm not gonna twist your arm about it, but you're the one who said it's been too long since we saw each other."

You gave a small smile at that. "That's true. Meet me at Dex's Diner tonight?"

"Comm me when you're leaving the Temple," Hunter instructed, giving a respectful nod as the two of you parted.

As soon as you had finished with your report and washed the grime of a long mission from your skin, you contacted Hunter and started your journey to Dex’s Diner. The small restaurant had been a Coruscant staple for years, but it had recently seen a huge surge in business. Not only did Dex make fantastic food, but he served meals to anyone who wanted to buy them. The Besalisk had a firm open-door policy, especially where clone troopers were concerned. Off-duty clone troopers were a common sight in the diner, laughing and mingling with Coruscanti civilians.

Hunter was already inside, having secured a booth tucked away in the corner. While clone troopers were far from rare at Dex’s Diner, Jedi were seen less often, especially since the war had begun.

Still, you slid into the booth across from Hunter and gave your usual order to the serving droid. Surreptitiously, you input your credit information as well, paying for the entire meal before it had the chance to deliver a total.

“What is that smile?” Hunter asked, offering one of his own.

“Nothing,” you said, waving off his question. “So, what have you and Clone Force 99 been up to since I saw you last?”

Hunter blew out a breath. “It’s been - what? A year since we saw you?”

“Yes, nearly that,” you agreed, trying to keep the edge of sadness from your voice. Early in the war, you had been on a series of missions with the Bad Batch and had planned to keep working with them, but a member of the Jedi Council had sensed your attachment when you returned planetside. You had been reassigned and ordered to cut ties with the enhanced troopers before the attachment grew stronger.

You had reluctantly done as you were told, but saying goodbye to Clone Force 99 had been difficult. In retrospect, that was likely a good sign that you were indeed getting attached to these troopers. However, that hadn’t stopped you from meeting Hunter today, the first time you had ran into him since following that order. It was with a surge of guilt that you realized you had taken care not to let any other occupants of the Temple see you leave. You hadn’t wanted them to ask where you were going…

“Hey,” Hunter said sharply, drawing your attention back to him. “Where did you go?”

“Nowhere in particular,” you excused yourself. “I’m sorry, I missed what you said.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Hunter told you. “I just sat here and watched you get lost in your own head. Stay out of there. After all, I don’t get to see you every day.”

“Fair enough,” you conceded. “How have things been going for you out there?”

Hunter shrugged. “Pretty well. We haven’t found another Jedi who works with us as well as you did, but the few we’ve been assigned to have been competent.”

From Hunter, that was high praise indeed. “And who have you been assigned to?”

“Well…” he mused, “We did a few missions with General Unduli and you know we usually work with Commander Cody and General Kenobi. We did just finish a mission with General Skywalker, though.”

“And how did that go?” you asked, smiling at the thought of the GAR’s most unorthodox squad working with the Jedi Order’s most unorthodox Knight.

Hunter rolled his eyes dramatically and launched into the story of rescuing one of Skywalker’s troopers who had been captured by the Separatists. It was horrifying to think of one of the Republic’s soldiers in enemy captivity for so long, but Hunter nearly had your sides splitting when he talked about Captain Rex brawling with Crosshair, Tech leaping onto the back of some winged creature, and Wrecker demolishing an entire Separatist fleet.

“I bet Wrecker was thrilled!” you said to the last point, still laughing.

“He was, of course,” Hunter agreed, sending a soft smile your way. “He’ll forever be looking for ways to top that mission, so I guess I have Skywalker to thank for that.”

“Oh, I needed this,” you sighed, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

“Want to talk about it?” Hunter asked. “I get the feeling you haven’t been happy about much lately.”

“Oh-” you stammered, his insight stunning you for a moment. “I don’t know if there’s any particular reason…”

“If you had to think of one, then,” Hunter suggested.

You blew out a thoughtful breath, trying to gather a year’s worth of abstract thoughts and quickly stifled smiles into a cohesive summary. “It’s… hm. It doesn’t feel… right, to laugh and joke when soldiers like you and your brothers are working so hard and so seriously to win battles. It seems- seems almost like ignoring their sacrifices. People are dying every moment, and being happy feels… frivolous, somehow?”

“You aren’t sacrificing people, if it makes you feel any better,” Hunter told you consolingly. “Just clones.”

You had stood from the table before you knew what had happened. Hunter stared up at you in surprise, a rare expression from a man whose senses allowed him to predict behaviors so well.

“I don’t think this meeting was a good idea,” you told him bluntly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait-” Hunter started, trying to rise from the table, but he was interrupted by the arrival of the serving droid. The droid, oblivious to things such as tense silences, began busily unloading its tray of food onto the table, its position trapping Hunter in his seat.

You watched in silence as the table was set to the precise specifications that the droid had been programmed to deliver. Hunter, avoiding your gaze, fiddled with his silverware, ruining the droid's perfect symmetry with only a touch.

When the droid had finished and rolled away, Hunter looked up at you, confusion and guilt mingling on his face. He gestured to your plate. "Please?"

You eased back into the seat after a moment of thought. Hunter couldn't know why you were upset if you didn't give him the benefit of an explanation.

To give yourself a moment of thought, you unfolded your napkin and spread it across your lap. When you were done, you made direct and unblinking eye contact with Hunter. "It hurts me when you talk about the troopers like their lives have less meaning. Like they deserve nothing more than death to achieve a goal."

"That's what we were told all our lives," Hunter countered carefully. "At least the regs were told they could die in sacrifice for the Republic. We were told that we deserved to die because we were different."

The disgust and self-loathing in Hunter's last word made you reach out and cover his hand with yours. You made no effort to influence him - you respected him far too much for that - but you tried to convey your sympathy with a touch.

"And now you know that isn't true in the slightest," you reminded him. "I can't change a moment of your past, but we can all impact our shared present to create the future we deserve."

Hunter's warm fingers flexed under yours as he flipped his hand over to weave your fingers together.

"That's why you're the Jedi we keep asking to be assigned to," he said with a fond smile. "You don't see us for what we can do for you, for the Republic. You just see us."

You raised your eyebrows at that, your heart feeling lighter than it had since the early days of the war. "As if the Bad Batch could be tied to a single Jedi…"

"For you?" Hunter pretended to think about it. "I think we could give it a try."

With a shared smile, the two of you turned your attention to the food you had ordered. Neither of you commented on your hands, still intertwined on the table between you.

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A/N - I originally had a different ending in mind, but I liked this one too much to change it. I’ll leave it up to you to decide what happens when Hunter realizes that you’ve already paid for your food!

Thanks for the request, @dreamingofclones! I hope you enjoyed!

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars the bad batch #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #swtcw #tcw #tbb hunter #sergeant hunter #hunter #hunter x reader #clone force 99 #jedi reader #fic request

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 7 months ago

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Does the End Justify the Means?

CX-2 (Clone Assassin) x Reader

Summary- CX-2 never planned on forming a relationship, but once he did he had to protect it. Even if it meant killing hundreds to keep you away from Hemlock.

A/N- SPOILERS FOR THE BAD BATCH FINALE. I feel like people forget that deep down, CX-2 is still a clone being forced to serve the Empire. Maybe I'm delusional though!!! MENTIONS OF BURNS AND TORTURE!!

Word Count- 5,253

"You know, CX-2. There was once a time where I considered scrapping you. The very cloning program that made you..." Hemlock started. "You were hard to control. My methods had little effect on you. Considering you had little to live for, well that didn't help."

CX-2 stood, arms crossed behind his back. He listened intently, staring at the grey border of the wall.

"You were too, hmm. Rebellious should I say?" He walked slow circles around CX-2, studying him. "That was until I found your little secret out." Hemlock laughed at his own wit. "Who knew a medic trainee would have an Assassin Clone falling so hard!" He seemed to think the situation was hilarious.

Silent, CX-2 contemplated killing Hemlock where he stood. It wasn't possible though, he was smarter than that. He probably had a weapon on his beloved as they spoke. Perhaps Scorch was with her now...

He didn't want to think about it, so he didn't. Opting to stare back at the wall again.

"Truly, I created you better than that. The problem with you clones is your loyalty. It would typically disgust me. Though, unlucky for you, this all plays out in my favor." CX-2 swallowed hard at his words.

There were not many things that scared CX-2, but the thought of Hemlock hurting you consumed him. Striking him with a never ending fear.

"You will bring me Omega. Unless, you want an accident to happen. That would be tragic, wouldn't it?" The man asked, taunting the clone. All while fiddling with his gloved hand.

For the first time in many minutes, CX-2 spoke. "I will retrieve the girl."

"Good, I do not doubt your abilities." Hemlock stepped closer, right in The Assassins face. "Dire consequences are at stake..."

CX-2 made sure his next stop was Pabu.

CX-2 had no intentions of forming any friendships, especially not a relationship. You, however, came natural to him. In one of Hemlock's attempts to have complete control over CX-2, a burn was implemented on his waist. He remembers the day vividly, as it was the first time he'd met you.

You were only on Tantiss because of your mother. She worked for the Empire as a medic, a famous doctor of some sort. While you never had the knack for the medical field, you enjoyed helping people. It was in your blood after all.

CX-2 was taken to a special room for clones of high status. You were there by sheer accident. A mishap guided you to his side.

"Uhm, hello sir." You introduced yourself. "I'll be your medic today. What's your name?" You asked, a little nervous to be assessing a clone by yourself. He wore black armor, head still covered. You'd never seen that style before, maybe he was new?

CX-2 just stared up at you, a hard gaze. Out of fear, you started to breathe a little heavier. He could have killed you there and no one would have batted an eye.

"Sir, is something the matter?" You pressed on, trying to mask yourself with professionalism.

He continued to stare, eventually pointing at the chart In your hands.

"Of course, uh. CT-4340?"

CX-2 didn't say a word, just tilted his head. You looked at him with doe eyes. "Are you CT-4340?" you hesitated.

"My code is CX-2." He commanded out, a modulated voice appearing.

You almost jumped at the sound. "I uh, seem to have the wrong chart. I am so sorry, I should get a higher official-"

Under his helmet, CX-2 resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His shoulder dropped, annoyed. This caused his side to jolt. The pain of the burn on him was strong, but he withheld any reaction.

You, on the other hand, seemed to notice the very small twitch his waist gave out. "Where are you hurt?" You asked, the words now flowing with a motive in mind.

CX-2 instinctively started unbuckling his chest piece. You flushed slightly, ashamed you couldn't be more serious in the situation. "Do you need help?" His head rose quickly, falling after looking at you for a second. He didn't respond, just continued to take his upper armor off.

Guess not...

The second you saw his skin, you suppressed a gasp. It looked gruesome, like something had repeatedly been burning him. With a deep breath, you shoved down any lasting fear.

Getting to work, you prepared bacta and bandages.

He was still, almost too still. You'd seen plenty of procedures and medics fixing up clones. There had been wincing, complaining, and fidgeting on lesser injuries. You would have expected tears and need of an anesthetic for any other man. But he was still...

You prayed you didn't hurt him more than he already was. You knew your hands were clumsy with inexperience. If you did, he made no effort to tell you nor pull away.

From then on you saw each other more and more. While your mother made sure you got plenty of experience working on clones, you were extremely busy. Never getting a second to actually talk to CX-2. A particular encounter with a clone in the hangar would change this.

You were helping a trooper with a broken arm- Simply wrapping it to prevent further injury. You crouched down, examining the break.

CX-2 was just passing by, heading to see what his next mission was. He barely took note that a soldier under his command broke an arm. Why would he? Clones die everyday, including ones under CX-2.

He did however take note of you. He recognized you immediately. He surprised himself, why would he care about some medic? He'd never remembered the ones that had worked on him in the past.

At this, he stared at you. He took in your silhouette, something deep down told him to bask in your every feature. So, he did.

Of course you felt the beaming eyes of CX-2. It made you nervous. Was there something on your face? Did you make him mad? It distracted you.

"Ow!" The clone exclaimed in pain, face screwing. He yanked his arm up. It was an accident, you were sure. A response to the pain you caused unintentionally. CX-2 didn't seem to think this when he saw the clone raise his arm to hit you.

It all happened so fast, you didn't have time to lean back or even register what was happening. The next thing you knew was that the unidentified clone was on his back. CX-2 stood over him, a vibroblade at his neck and foot on his chest.

Falling onto your butt, you gasped and regained some sense. "CX-2...."

He slowly turned around to face you. The two of you looked at each other. His hand still expertly rested centimeters from killing the clone.

Adrenaline pumping, you spoke. "it's okay. It was an accident."

He pushed the clone back with his foot, hand raising. With the vibroblade still wielded, he stormed to you. Your heart pumped viciously, though not in fear. If he was going to really hurt you, he would have let the clone hit you.

No, your heart thumped in your ears in anticipation.

He grabbed you by the forearm with his free hand, careful of the blade. He yanked you up, off of your position on the cold floor.

You briefly noticed eyes around the hangar now in your direction. You grew nervous, only at their judgmental looks.

The quickness of it all made your head spin. You stepped out, trying not to fall. His hand still gripped your arm, he stood unmoving. He let you catch your balance, just watching you.

"Excuse me, what is going on here?" A vice admiral questioned, appearing from your left.

CX-2's modulated voice said your name. It was harsh and cold, but you somehow knew it wasn't directed at you. "She is my medic."

"And? What gives you the right to attack a clone for no reason?" The admiral demanded.

CX-2 didn't like being questioned. Before you could get a single word in, CX-2 pulled you with him as he turned to leave the hangar.

"Wha-" You decided not to protest, the man was on some kind of mission. One he had made for himself the second he saw a threat to you.

He guided you two through the complex halls and levels of the lab. You were beyond lost, but he seemed to know where he was going. After a few minutes of paced walking, you stopped him.

"CX-2, where are we going? I don't want to risk getting reprimanded by the admiral." You were cautious, the smallest of complaints could get you reassigned. Tantiss was not for the faint of heart.

"You won't." He would make sure of that. He continued to walk, this time a little slower.

Finally, you found some familiarity in the halls. You noticed he was leading you to the very room you met in. The examining room for special operatives.

He pulled you into the room, making sure the door shut behind him.

"Examine me." He demanded.

You were dumbfounded, "Excuse me?"

CX-2 actually rolled his eyes this time, even when you couldn't see them. In response to your confusion, he removed his left arm's armor.

A gash that went from the top of his shoulder to before his elbow was present. "CX-2..." Your sadden voice spoke.

You didn't actually have clearance to be in that room, nor the supplies. But you worked nevertheless.

"Please, sit." You asked. He followed your instructions immediately, sitting up on the exam bed.

Just as the day you met, you retrieved bacta and med patches. You coated the wound in extra bacta, then prepared the gauze wrap.

"So," You held his arm up gently, starting to wrap it. "How did you get this? Was it your latest mission?" Your hands carefully worked, moving under his arm.

"No." Was all you heard.

"Oh, how did it happen?" You asked, trying to make conversation.

His skin twitched as a subconscious response when you smoothed over it.

"Better if you don't know." He kept his eyes on the wall ahead of him. "Sorry I asked..." You really were. He said nothing.

After a few more moments, you made sure the wrap was steady in place. "I think you're done!" You smiled at him. He dropped his arm at his side.

After, he promptly nodded, but gave little indication on what to do next.

You looked around, feeling a little awkward.

"So... What division are you from?" You tried to ease the tension.

"Project Assassin." He said, being short.

"I haven't heard of that, wha-" He inturpted you. "Tell me about you."

You blinked. You'd only seen this man a dozen times, many of those in passing. Even so, a shot of nerves flowed in you each time. There was something special about him. It was like your heart knew something your brain didn't. You weren't a child though, you knew 'love' was something of fairy tales. That there must be a perfectly rational reason you were feeling this way around him.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

Though, if that were true, why did you sit up next to him and tell him everything?

From that day on, the only medic he allowed to work on him was you. The number of visits varied, depending on how evil Hemlock was feeling. CX-2 tried to hide the backstories from you as much as possible, sometimes even ignoring your questions.

Though, late at night, when he'd sneak into your room, he'd tell you the truth. At first he would listen. Anything you'd tell him, you had his full attention. Then, right before you fell asleep, he'd whisper his secrets.

He'd whisper them to the only person he ever trusted, you. Then, it was your turn to listen.

You cried for him, the pains he had went through. He was the perfect clone in your eyes. The only problem was how stubborn he was, no matter how hard Hemlock tried- you were still the only one who could persuade him.

Despite his grunts of protest, you'd just hold CX-2 some nights. Using your fingers to rake through his hair, cradling his head. You tried you best to give him the comfort he had never experienced before.

Everything was going so well. You would continue your training, he would continue his missions, and at night, you would talk and he would listen. You would spoil him with affections under the nights bask.

Of course, all good things must come to an end.

The day Hemlock found out about you was the worst day of CX-2's life.

CX-2 was called in for a meeting about his next mission, something he was used to. He only received orders from the highest of officials, so seeing Hemlock or Scorch was common.

"I have... a special mission of some sort. One I cannot risk incompletion of." Hemlock began.

CX-2 stood upright, ready for instructions.

"Now, despite what we have tried to instill into you- I do not want you to listen to any other orders. I think this particular mission requires your mindset." His words didn't effect CX-2, he'd heard worse.

"One of your fellow operative has been captured. Alive. I will not accept him risking our organization."

"My orders?" CX-2 asked.

"Find and neutralize him." CX-2 nodded at his words.

"You have 48 hours to kill him." Hemlock walked up to CX-2, arms folded behind his back. "If you fail, that...medic... you are so fond of? She will reap the consequences of what you sow."

It was impossible to cover up the way CX-2 breath hitched. If he didn't have a helmet on, Hemlock would see his eyebrows scrunch in anger.

"Yes, that's right. I know about her." Hemlock said, his voice mocking. "Oh, don't fret my little assassin. She will remain unharmed, that is... unless you fail your duty..."

"I trust you will locate him and rid the republic of any information?" Hemlock taunted.

"Yes sir."

How? How did Hemlock find out about you? He was so careful... He immediately headed to your quarters. Damned everyone else, he pushed through crowds and odd stares.

He banged on the door, fist closed. If you hadn't opened in the next 10 seconds, he'd shoot the door down.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." You 'tsked.'

"Oh, CX-2." You breathed out once you opened the door. Unsure if he was there for pleasantries or business.

He shoved his way past you, pressing the button to close the door shut.

"Wha-" He stormed around your rooms, it was quick considering there were only two. A bedroom and bathroom.

He held his blaster up as he checked every crevice of the room. His eyes glanced back at you quickly to make sure you were still there and alive.

"CX-2." You raised your voice. His head shot your way. "What's happened? You're scaring me..."

He paced up to you, removing his helmet as he walked. "He knows about us." Was all he managed out, throwing his helmet to the floor in favor of grabbing your cheeks gently.

Your face dropped, heart pounding in your ears. "How? I don't understand!" You started to breathe heavily.

"I just had to make sure you were safe." His gloved hands felt cool on your hot skin.

Your mind wandered, what would they do?

"I have to leave now." He said, dropping his hands. "No, wait. You can't just drop that bomb and leave!" You had so many questions, and you didn't want to be left alone freighted.

"I do not have time, if I don't complete my mission he will kill you." Your blood ran cold. "I am so sorry I brought you into this. I should have never stepped between you and that clone." He readied himself to exit the room, turning and putting his helmet back on.

"CX-2!" His shoulders dropped, he stood silent. You walked around to face him.

He let you reach your hands up and lift his helmet off. "I'm not upset at you. I only want more time..."

"I can't."

"I know." At your last words, you pulled him down by the collar of his blacks. Now level, you kiss him. Scared it would be your last.

The few seconds your lips touched felt like an eternity. All the time you needed with him...

Eventually, he pulled away. "I-"

"I know... please be safe..." You asked only one thing of him.

He nodded, placing his helmet back on snug. He then walked out your door, your thoughts consumed with wishes of his safety.

CX-2 would fulfill his mission, killing the compromised Operative. Though, that was only the first time he'd have to leave your grasp to keep you alive...

CX-2 reminded himself why he was currently headed to Pabu. 'Dire consequences are at stake' echoed in his mind.

He would capture Omega. He had no care for the innocent people he might have to kill. In his eyes, all of his actions were justified in the name of your well-being.

He never told you of his endeavors, now being sent on more gruesome missions than ever. He knew you'd be disappointed in him, but he also knew he had to always protect you. No matter the cost.

While expertly leading a fleet of soldiers, the only thing that let CX-2 think straight was you. He filled his mind with memories of your laughter. Of the times you begged him to choose a real name, even when he protested. When you first touched, when you first kissed.

He worried for you until the second he had Omega tied up on his ship.

Even after, he was anticipating his reunion with you. He had the girl, he had what Hemlock wanted. He could see you again.

And he did... Hemlock was consumed with his experiments and testing on Omega. So much he that didn't bother CX-2 for a few days. Oh, it was bliss.

The time you shared reminded you of before anyone knew you were together. You both still had your duties as clone and medic, but spent any free time with each other.

You laid in your bed, a glance at the clock scolded you for being up so late. You paid little mind to it, just enjoying the feeling of CX-2's arms around you.

With your head now buried in his chest, you let your hands wander. Slipping under the top portion of his blacks. He used to shiver reluctantly when you felt his skin, now it seemed like second nature.

You loved tracing his scars, the texture consuming you. While they were painful memories, they were treated with love and tenderness. He looked at his scars and thought of you, how you took care of him so nicely and delicately. Not Hemlock.

A light flickered from his panel brace. The one that rested on your nightstand. It lit up the room, and CX-2 immediately reached for it. he pulled away from you, but was careful to keep a connection with his leg still feeling you.

"I have to go." He said, standing to put his arm and chest armor back on.

While he was always quick and determined when hearing from Hemlock or Scorch, he was frantic here.

"Did something happen?"

"Nothing, do not stress. I love you." He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, and an affectionate rub of your thigh before putting his helmet on and leaving.

You sighed and leaned back when the door closed again. This was slowly becoming the new normal for you. You still savored every spare second you had together...

Just as you rolled over to fall asleep, the door opened. "Did you forg-" You jumped up, almost hitting your head on the baseboard of the bed. It was Scorch.

"Come with me. Now." He grabbed your arm and pulled you rough out of bed.

"Excu-"

"You are under arrest until further assessment." He forcefully put you in handcuffs.

You tried to resist, but put up no real fight in comparison to the trained clone. He grew tired of you and stunned you with his blaster.

You fell unconscious.

"You activated me?" CX-2 asked over Comms, like he would in any other situation.

"It seems we have another problem with our favorite girl." Hemlock said.

Omega...

"You see, she has managed to escape with the other children. Did I mention she also freed the zillo beast?"

CX-2 listened intently, not moving a muscle.

"You have been the only operative capable of capturing Omega thus far. I will see that you will find her again. Before she finds some way to leave the planet." CX-2 could hear the frustration in Hemlocks voice. It made him flicker a smile.

"Affirmative."

"Oh, and as a little motivater, I think it would serve you well to know your medic is currently held up in a cell." Hemlock went radio silent, leaving CX-2 to head to the exposed section of the base. The hole the Zillo beast left, and the way Force 99 was headed.

Your head throbbed, vision a little blurry. Raising your head from the cold of the floor, you noticed you were in a cell.

The room spun around before you sat up. Your whole body ached. Not to mention the confusion you were feeling.

Looking around, you saw other prisoners lining the walls. You knew exactly where you were. The hall where all the traitors and experimental clones were kept.

Were they going to experiment on you too? Was CX-2 okay? Did something happen to him that made Hemlock finally get you?

The building shook with a loud boom, it did nothing to help your nerves. It sounded like some kind of cannon went off.

"You okay?" A clone asked in the cell across from you.

"I don't know..."

With the effort and passion of a man whose entire reason for living was at risk, CX-2 and the other Clone Assasins were able to capture the rouge clones.

With his blaster barred in his hands, CX-2 guarded the three prisoners. He was occupied with the thought of what The Empire was doing to you.

You must have been so scared in a cell... He knew you didn't like small spaces. With his new fury, he closed his fist, doing yet another round of the platform they were on.

Boredom was unable to strike you, anxieties kept you busy. Your mind ran wild with the possibilities of CX-2. For a moment you questioned if he had just abandoned you as a whole, but quickly shunned yourself for bringing it up.

CX-2 loved you, and wouldn't dare leave you to rot.

"Look!" A clone yelled out, just as you saw a small girl and a storm trooper running by.

What were they doing?

They crept around the corner, swiftly blasting and taking out 2 storm troopers in the process. The girl got to work on the main computer that operated the cells.

"Hey kid, whats going on?" Someone asked.

"We're breaking you out."

Seconds later, your cell door opened. You slowly walked out, unsure what to do. What would CX-2 do in a situation like this? He'd probably tell you to keep your head down and blend in. Stay out of trouble, 'for his sake.'

You did just that, creeping out of the cell and hiding within the groups of clones.

Apparently, the 'storm trooper' was a clone, so was the girl. They were on a mission to free their three brothers, recruiting clones as they did so.

Was this the big mission CX-2 was called to? To capture the people they were here to rescue?

"We've checked all the cells, they aren't here."

You knew where they probably were... The training room. The very room that tortured and left your beloved marked. You didn't dare say a word. As much as you hated Hemlock and his 'methods,' worse things would happen if CX-2 failed his mission...

"Well... they could be in the training room." Damn, another clone had though the same as you.

They decided to head there, a few turning for an easier escape.

What should you do? Warn CX-2? You weren't raised as a soldier, you had no training. No fighting experience. You knew how to save and help, not attack and kill.

A small hand was rested on your arm, the girl from earlier. "Hi, I'm Omega."

You looked down to her. "I know it's kind of scary, but we have to fight for what's right.." If only she knew your true intentions...

"You're right... i'll come with you..." All you wanted was to find CX-2.

So, you did. Following them to the training room, they planned an attack from the lower circle.. You, however, had a new idea. To come in through the main balcony. The one that led directly to Force 99.

You managed to sneak away and climb the steps that brought you to the main doors.

"Hey, you! Are you supposed to be here?" A trooper stopped you.

"Yes sir," You gave him your chain code, "I am a medic. Hemlock has requested my services in the Training room." You lied, faking a confidence you never had.

"I never heard about Hemlock ever needing a medic in the training room..."

"Well if you want to ask him, while the Zillo beast is one the loose, he has new prisoners, and while his top experiment is lost- Be my guest. I just don't think he'd be very happy with you questioning his methods." You crossed your arms behind your back, something you'd seen CX-2 do many times.

"Fine." He moved out of your way, letting you head to your destination.

You walked to the door, ready to put your mother's clearance codes in. With a steam they opened, leaving you to witness a terrible sight.

The 3 captured clones were out, fighting. You got there in time to see the big clone burst out of the glass, tackling a special operative.

With the sound of the door, the man with a bandana looked your way. Along with CX-2, who rose swiftly upon seeing you. You distracted him long enough for the clone without a hand to blast him in his side.

You gasped as you watched CX-2 fall in your direction.

With an electrospear in his hand, the bandana man stepped to him. He only managed to zap him once before you ran in.

"No!" Your scream pierced out, you threw yourself onto CX-2. Using your body to cover his.

You didn't care if you died then and there, at least you'd die in CX-2's arms. You'd at least die together...

"No, don't!" You squeezed your eyes shut, prepared for a shock that never came. You felt a weak hand raise from under you to grip your clothes.

Tears streamed down your face violently. Pattering on CX-2's armor.

"You do realize the crimes he has committed..." The man panted out, he was also wounded.

"Please, it was for me... It was all for me..." You sobbed out. "Hemlock threatened my life..." You buried your head in his neck, holding him tightly.

"Hunter, no. We should kill them both now." The handless man spoke.

The man you assumed to be Hunter didn't have time to respond.

"I swear we wont follow you... Hemlock is probably on his way to his private ship... I swear..." Your words were muffled but they understood well enough.

"We are wasting time, lets go." Hunter commanded, the two of them left.

You gave out a whimper, "CX-2... Please... Stay with me." You pried his helmet off. He was in a rough state.

His eyes struggled to focus on one thing, but he still tried to find your face. "It'll be okay, just let me grab a med pack." You went to pull away, but he gripped you tighter.

"Let me.. hold," He coughed, "You.."

"You are not going to die on me. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" You tried to joke. He shook his head, 'no.'

"Then let me do my job, and help you." He still held you tightly. "Please... you deserve to live..." He let you go.

It was only half a minute, you grabbed a medics kit that was nearby and began patching him up.

Making quick work of taking his armor and blacks off. It reminded you of the first time you'd done this to him. A very similar wound on his waist.

You forced him a pill, and squeezed out as much bacta as you could from its packet.

"Can you roll over for me, baby?" You asked, helping him get on his side.

He complied as much as he could, and you were able to patch up his other side.

"Okay, this will hold you over. I know the closest procedure room, a droid can give you a proper examination." You helped him stand, an arm under his own to keep his balance.

"You'll be okay, we'll be okay..." You whispered praises and words of affirmation to him. The walk was extremely painful for him, you could tell he was hiding most of it from you.

Lucky for both of you, a droid was able to identify where the blast was and give him a proper cleaning of the wound.

He was still woozy, but forced himself to stand. "We have to go. Tarkin is on his way.." CX-2 strained out. He was stubborn and refused any medication that would cloud his mind.

"W-where? Your ship?" You were scared, not just for CX-2, but your futures as well.

He pressed a few buttons on his panel brace as you picked up his helmet.

"Turn left." He instructed you all the way to his ship, even with the pain starting to blur his vision.

The two of you somehow managed to make it to his ship, you opened the door with his panel brace and sat him in the co-pilot's seat.

You clicked away, starting the ship up. Though, you did need some guidance from him.

You had never flown a ship before, but knew you had to take the risk to save CX-2. It was wobbly, but you raised the ship and let Auto-Pilot blast you into hyperspace. It had a set of coordinates in, ones you didn't know the location of.

A groan made you turn to your lovers direction, you were at his side immediately. Crouching down you spoke, "Hey, its okay... We're far away. You can take the pain medication, its just us two."

He peaked open an eye to look at you, his face barred disappointment in himself. Almost like he was a lesser man if he took the meds.

"Take them. If not for yourself, for me." You pulled them from your pocket. He did take them, minutes later he felt the relief.

You took another look at his wound, it was stable for now. You figured that he would need a cleaning and new bandages in a few hours. Hopefully his medkit was fully equipped on his ship. If it was, you'd be able to last many days without needing to land.

You stood, pulling his head to your breast. "Shhh, rest now. We are both safe."

He truly did feel safe in your arms, like he didn't have to always be on guard. A huge change from his normal. One he'd hoped he could live out with you for the rest of his life...

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I got a little carried away with this one... I just had to get this idea written down!!!

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