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Sword and Shield 14

Tags: Bad Batch x reader (you), fem!coded, poly!relationship, multi-part series, nonhuman!reader

Part 13: The Bad Batch

Warnings: Battle related violence.

14: Guilt

“Shiv.”

You turned to look at Commander Rex, a little startled.

He sighed, walking up to you. “I’ve asked permission from Hunter to... borrow you. Would you mind coming with me for a little while?”

You blinked. “Oh— of course, Captain,” you answered, glancing back at Tech.

He gave you a thumbs up, turning to head back into the Havoc Marauder.

Rex turned and started towards the garrison, beginning to talk. “The General is talking to the Council right now to tell them about what we found on the mission and get permission to go right away,” he explained. “But... I’ve got a bit of a problem. Even if the Council won’t care about who exactly is the source... you know that the rest of the 501st will. Especially—“

“Fives and Kix,” you finished quietly, heart sinking as you realized.

“Yes.” Rex sighed. “I’m not trying to push my own responsibility onto you, Shiv. But you four were closest, and I thought it might feel a little more... believable, coming from you. And maybe you’ll know how to...”

“I understand, Captain,” you broke in softly. “How much time do I have?”

Rex paused in front of the barracks door, shrugging his shoulder. “I’ll comm you as soon as I hear word from the General and we’re ready to go. I promised Sergeant Hunter that I’d have you back as soon as we get permission.”

You nodded. “Of course, Captain.” You gave him a strained smile, already trying to think of how to tell Kix and Fives.

“Good luck, Shiv,” Rex said, then with a crisp salute, walked off.

You turned and stared at the door for a minute, thoughts tumbling around in your head as you desperately tried to think. How would you approach this? Of course, General Skywalker’s agreement that Echo might well still be alive would go a long way in convincing them, but... you needed to somehow dissuade them from instantly clamoring to go. They needed clear heads for the mission, and—

The door slid open with a hiss, causing you to stagger away, startled, with a yelp. You’d gotten lost in thought, again.

“Whoa there.” A hand grabbed your arm, steadying you.

Sucking in a breath, you looked up with wide eyes to see Tup looking at you in surprise. “Oh, Shiv! Hey, good to see you back,” he said with a grin.

You smiled back sheepishly. “Hi, Tup. Sorry, I... I got lost in thought again,” you apologized. “Um— is Kix and Fives here?” you asked tentatively, glancing past his arm.

He nodded, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “Yep!”

You slid around him. “Thank you.” You patted his arm absently, wanting to get it over with. You supposed you’d have to bite the bullet on this one.

As soon as Kix and Fives caught sight of you, they whooped. Well, Fives did, grabbing you excitedly and all but crushing you in a hug.

“Shiv!” Fives cheered.

“H-hi, Fives,” you laughed breathlessly, hugging him back. “It’s good to see you again.”

Kix pried you away from an enthused Fives. “Let me take a look, Fives,” he scolded, looking you over carefully.

You gave him a weak smile. “I’m fine, Kix.”

His eyes instantly narrowed as he stared at you. “What’s wrong,” he demanded.

Fives instantly sobered, frowning. “What? Did something happen, Shiv?”

Taking a deep breath, you sat on the edge of his bunk and patted the seat next to you. “I need to tell you something,” you said slowly. “Something very important, and something that I need... I need you to hear me out on, okay? Please, Fives?”

Fives sank down next to you, worry crossing his face. “Okay,” he said warily.

“Promise me you’ll both hear me out,” you said deliberately, reaching out to take both of their hands.

They glanced at each other, then frowned at you. Kix spoke up suspiciously. “What is it, Shiv?”

You braced yourself. “Echo might still be alive.”

You dragged yourself back to the ship, thoroughly exhausted. Reaching up, you groaned and pressed the heel of your palm against your eye, sinking into a chair.

“You okay, Shiv?” Wrecker asked, peering at you.

“Just tired,” you sighed, shoulders slumping. “Captain Rex owes me one for somehow convincing Kix and Fives not to instantly volun-force themselves on this mission. I think I almost had to threaten Fives with the worst thing possible to get him to calm down and listen to reason.”

Hunter’s eyebrow raised. “The worst thing?”

Despite yourself, you let out an ugly snort and looked up to give him a sour grin. “I told him I’d never call him my favorite Vod’ika ever again if he didn’t shut up and listen to me.”

“Well that’s quite the threat,” Crosshair drawled. “You sure he’ll recover?” he asked sardonically.

“He’s pouting over my betrayal, but... yeah. He’ll get over it.” You looked down at the floor, shoulders slumping. The exhaustion weighed on you heavily. You’d been negotiating with the two for a whole chron and a half. The last half had forced you to bring out the frustrated tears to send them on a whole guilt trip. You’d finally been able to manipulate your way into wringing agreements from them to stay put for the time being, though you’d had to promise that you’d give them updates as often as you could.

You shuddered to think of what might have happened if you’d mentioned the Admiral behind it all and his connection to your own past. If they ever found out about that? It’d be all over. Never again would you know peace or freedom. Kix would hover for the rest of your days and Fives would burst into sobs and hug the life out of you—

“Looks like we might be about to head on our way,” Hunter remarked, looking up from his comm. He stood. “Gear up, everyone. Shiv, do you need to be with anyone in particular right now?”

“Can I go with Tech, please?”

Tech readily reached out his hand, and you Transferred with a sense of relief. Tech’s ever-rambling mind would reinvigorate you for the mission and get you in gear, plus distract you from the looming possibility of finding Echo alive, in... whatever condition.

Captain Rex and General Skywalker soon boarded, and everyone prepared for liftoff. You let your astral form shimmer into sight, leaning against Tech’s shoulder with a wispy hum as you observed the proceedings with half-lidded eyes.

“So, how many missions has your team been on, Sergeant?” General Skywalker asked as the ship slowly lifted off and started on its way.

“Honestly, sir, I’ve lost count,” Hunter answered. “All the action sort of blurs together.”

“According to Shiv’s and my calculations,” Tech said, adjusting his glasses, “we’ve been on a total so far of one hundred and seventy four missions.”

The General nodded. “I know you work with Rex sometimes, but who do you guys report to?”

“Hmm. Good question,” Hunter reflected. “Can’t say I’ve got a solid answer, but my guess would be Rex most of the time.”

“Yeah!” Wrecker agreed, biting into a ration stick.

“Most of the time-?”

He was interrupted as Tech started to move in the pilot’s seat. “We are approaching Skako Minor,” he warned. “It looks to be a difficult landing.”

Everyone immediately went to put things away and strap in securely for entering the atmosphere of the dusty-looking planet. You focused on keeping up with Tech’s thoughts, still hovering over his shoulder.

“Rex, what do we know about this place?” General Skywalker asked.

“On this part of Skako, there’s a race of locals. The Poletecs,” Rex answered as Tech managed to safely land the ship. “All we know is they’re very primitive.”

Tech turned in his seat. “That’s being kind. My intel says the Poletecs worship flying reptiles.”

As though summoned, something heavy slammed into the front transparisteel of the ship. A muffled screech sounded from outside before it leapt back off.

“Oh! What the heck was that?” Wrecker bellowed, trying to look out.

“It’s one of those reptiles,” Tech answered.

“I want that thing off my ship,” Hunter barked. “Hold on!” He turned toward the door. “Hold on, don’t just run out there.” The door opened as everyone piled out.

“Hey! Get off of there!” Wrecker brandished his blaster.

“Calm down!” General Skywalker held out a placating hand. “We need to talk to them.”

Tech frowned, then abruptly tossed you to Hunter. You Transferred without asking why, Shifting into a vibroshiv.

“Why?”

“The General’s right—“ Rex started to say.

The General lunged forward. “Look out, Rex!” he shouted, shoving the Captain out of the way as one of the reptiles lunged. It snatched him up instead, starting to carry him off.

In the space of a thought, you’d Shifted into a rifle as Hunter tossed you to Crosshair.

“I have a thermal reading,” Tech said quickly. “Point two five east, elevation 175.”

“Relax, I’ll handle this,” Cross said, requesting a mod. You Shifted in accordance, providing the grapple hook, then braced yourself as Cross rested you against Tech’s shoulder. He barely seemed to take aim before firing, the rope flashing forward. You felt the light jolt as it hit the target.

“What are you doing?” Hunter asked, though he took the grappling handle that Cross handed him without hesitation.

You Transferred to Hunter, materializing over his shoulder. “Going for a ride!” you quipped, probably a little too gleeful at the prospect.

Hunter shouted as the rope abruptly tightened, yanking you both into the air. You giggled as he held on, then pointed upward.

Retract. The button is on the handle.

Hunter grumbled, reaching down and hooking it to his belt before pressing the button. “You’re having too much fun with this,” he accused. He tried to get closer, pulling out his blaster to fire, but it quickly backfired as the rider swerved, beginning to pull closer to some rock formations.

Hunter tried to weave and dodge, but soon he reached down and disengaged, tucking into a roll as you provided an extra layer of shielding from your spot hooked to his belt. He grabbed you as he popped back up to his knees, and you Shifted to a vibroshiv.

You both found yourself with a rather good vantage point from the outcrop, staring down at the village below where the creature had landed. “Tech, I’m with the General,” Hunter said into his comm. “Hone in on my signal.” He started to head down.

Hunter found another vantage point, and soon enough the ship touched down and the others joined.  “That creature still has a hold of the General,” Hunter reported, observing.

“We’re going in, but remember what the General said,” Rex reminded. “‘No casualties, disarm only.’”

“We’re on it, Captain,” Hunter assured, standing. “Shiv, stun only, no live fire. Wrecker, Crosshair, rockslide.”

Wrecker pushed against a nearby boulder, heaving against it with a small grunt. Setting it into motion, he sent it tumbling down the steep slope and began following behind it for cover. Everyone followed, quickly beginning to disarm the Poletecs. Crosshair took a shot from the ridge, forcing the reptile creature off of the General.

The Poletec who had been the rider of the creature that had taken the General waved his hands, quickly speaking in the native language as he nervously stared at Hunter holding you to his face.

“Tech, translate what he said,” Hunter ordered tightly.

Tech quickly moved forward. “He says... he does not want our war on his planet,” he translated, reading from his decoder.

“We didn’t bring the war here,” General Skywalker said, standing and brushing himself off. “It was Wat Tambor and the Separatists.”

Tech translated slowly, reading from his visor screen.

“Tell him we apologize for what’s happened,” Rex added, moving forward.

Hunter lowered you, though he kept you as a blaster.

“But tell him the enemy is holding one of our men prisoner in Purkoll. As soon as we rescue him, we’ll leave his planet, for good.” Rex motioned.

Tech translated, while the Poletec squinted and seemed to carefully observe Tech while he talked. Then he turned and spoke to the other Poletecs.

“The chief says he will provide us with scouts and lead us to Tambor’s city. From there, we’re on our own.”

General Skywalker accepted it with a nod. “Any help is better than no help.”

Tech turned to you. “Shiv, if I give you the translator, would you be able to translate? You’re better at languages than I am.”

Hunter tossed you up, letting you Dissolve the Bond. You landed on your feet, walking toward Tech and ignoring the Poletec’s surprised exclamations at your sudden appearance. Taking the extra visor Tech handed you with a nod, you slipped it on and adjusted it so you could both read and see.

“So how far away is the city from here?” General Skywalker asked, turning to you.

You turned to the chieftain, bowing politely from your waist. “Greetings, Chieftain,” you read off of your translator prompt, “I do apologize for the misunderstanding. Allow me to thank you for the scouts. If it pleases you, I will be the translator.” Your pronunciation started to smooth out as you found the rhythm of the clicking language, adapting quickly to the inflections you’d analyzed by listening.

The chieftain approached you, bending to peer at your face. His dialogue quickly translated to Arubesh across your screen. “You are an In’ko’charte,” he remarked, tone indicating surprise. “It has been a long time since we have seen your kind.”

Shocked, your eyes widened. “You know of my kind?” You blurted.

The chieftain chuckled, nodding. “Of course. Our legends speak of your kind, though we know very little. The ultimate living tools, able to create civilizations if paired with a wise Wielder. Clans have risen and fallen under your kind. But alas, you are rare, now.” He turned. “Come, we shall assign guides.”

You took a step forward. “Wait— how far away is it? We have a ship,” you said quickly, eyes flying across the screen.

“With your ship, only a few klicks.” He motioned to two Poletecs, who quickly made their way forwards, long arms swinging. “They will take you there.”

“What did he say?” Rex asked, on edge.

You shook your head. “He said it’s only a few Klicks away with our ship. These are the two scouts he’s sending with us.” You turned to them with a polite nod. “Thank you for your help.”

The two nodded back.

“Good luck on your journey, In’ko’charte,” the chieftain said, waving his long-fingered hand in a strangely graceful way. “And may you find what you seek.”

Discomfited with the new knowledge, you simply bowed. “Our thanks. We will be on our way.”

The guides began to lope towards where the ship was, and Crosshair and Wrecker quickly followed. With a nod, the others bid the chieftain goodbye before starting to follow as well. You swallowed, starting to walk after Tech.

“What else did he say?” General Skywalker fell into step beside you, as did Hunter on your other side.

“I...” You shook your head wonderingly. “Apparently he recognized my species,” you answered, troubled. “He said that there are a few legends about... well, we’re called the In’ko’charte, but not many know that name anymore, it seems.”

“Your species has been on a planet like this?” Hunter sounded just as surprised as you felt.

“He said it’s been a long time since they’ve seen one of my kind, so... I’m assuming it really was a long time ago,” you guessed tiredly, trudging up the slope back to the ship. “I mean, it’s practically legend at this point for them.”

“Well, at least you know that you’re not alone,” the General said encouragingly.

You just sighed as you boarded the ship again. “To be honest, General,” you admitted, “sometimes I’d rather not know more about my kind. We’re a cursed species. It’s better we fade into legend while we still have something to be proud of.” Brushing it off, you walked back over to the guides who were standing behind Tech sitting in the pilot’s seat.

You hoped that the rest of the mission would go just as swimmingly, and tried to push the chieftain’s words out of your mind. You didn’t need any more distractions than you already had.

“Hope nobody’s scared of heights.” General Skywalker turned around resignedly as the guides pointed out the city, then promptly turned and left.

You gave them a soft thanks as they left, then pushed up the visor and handed it back to Tech. Everyone turned to stare at Wrecker.

“Well I’m not scared of nothin’,” Wrecker said defensively. “It’s just... when I’m up real high, I got a problem with gravity.”

You Transferred to Wrecker, appearing over his shoulder. “It’s okay,” you said, hands sliding over his shoulder. “I can give you extra stability.”

“Speaking of problems,” Tech remarked, “I’m no longer picking up Echo’s signal.”

Once everyone had turned toward him, you leaned forward and brushed an airy kiss to Wrecker’s cheek. Don’t worry, Sunshine. I’ve got you.

But Wrecker seemed to relax at your words, his tensed shoulders loosening a little. Thanks, cyare. I might need it. He admitted.

“I— I don’t understand.” Rex pointed. “You said it was coming from this city.”

Tech shrugged. “I can only speculate, but it is possible there’s a latency issue with the frequency caused by all these atmospheric disturbances.”

“Or... maybe it’s a trap,” Hunter said warily.

“Look, every mission could be a trap. This one’s no different,” General Skywalker said firmly. “Sergeant, take your men and scout the area for a tower entrance.”

Everyone scattered, and you were left to desperately hope that this mission, just this one, wouldn’t turn out to be a trap.

“We’re in business, General,” Hunter said as General Skywalker ran up through the howling wind. “Tech regained Echo’s signal. It’s coming from this tower.”

“How’s it going, Tech?” the General asked.

Tech pushed a few more buttons, then straightened as the doors hissed and slid open. “Sorry it took so long.”

“Hey, Crosshair, check it out,” Hunter said.

Cross walked in, taking a quick look around. “Yeah. It’s a lift.”

“Well, we already knew that,” Tech said, following him in.

“Wait, wait, wait. A lift?” Wrecker whined, looking up. “How far up are we goin’?”

Hunter turned. “Don’t worry, Wrecker,” he snorted, “I’ll hold your hand.” He reached out his hand.

Wrecker moved forward. “Hey, cut it out Sarge,” he protested, walking into the lift. “Just gimme some droids to crush.”

You peeked over his shoulder as the lift started to rise. I’m here, remember, Wrecker? you cooed. You had the feeling you might have to use some... underhanded tactics with him on this mission. I’ve got you, Sunshine. Can you be a good boy for me?

Wrecker’s mind instantly softened, distracted from his nerves. Y-yeah. I’ll be good, Shiv. He promised.

“Remember, this is a stealth mission,” General Skywalker reminded as the lift continued up. “No blasting, no blowing things up. Nobody knows we’re here.”

But then the doors opened, droids turned and stared, and Wrecker let out a roar and lunged forward.

“So much for stealth,” Rex sighed.

“Yeah!” Wrecker whooped, punching away with the gloves you provided. “Yeah! Hah! Ha-ha!” Then he turned to see everyone staring at him. “Uh... sorry. I just got excited.” He shrugged.

You laughed across the Bond. Nervous energy, Sunshine?

“I’ve still got a lock on Echo’s signal,” Tech affirmed.

“All right, men. let’s hunt some droids,” Rex said, heading deeper into the facility.

“Now you’re talking!” Wrecker headed after him. “Yeah!”

Clearing the hallway, everyone followed after the General. “Where exactly is Echo’s signal coming from?”

“Strange,” Tech mused. “I just lost the signal.”

“What? How can that be?” Rex frowned, taking off his helmet. “There’s no atmospheric disturbances up here.”

“Well, I have a new theory,” Tech offered. “I’m surprised I did not consider it earlier. The signal is only traceable during data transmissions. So until Echo dispenses more intel, I cannot pick up the signal.”

“Okay. We’re splitting up. Search every door. If someone finds Echo, contact the others. We go in together, just in case there’s trouble.” General Skywalker headed down the hall.

Wrecker followed Tech down the hall, closely followed by Hunter and Rex.

“Ah! it appears the signal is back. It’s from up ahead.” Tech pointed.

“In there.” Hunter stared at the blast doors grimly.

“Tech, open this door,” Rex ordered.

“You clones are so predictable.” A blue hologram popped into view, making everyone freeze.

“Wat Tambor,” Rex growled.

“Your algorithm predicted nearly every move you made to infiltrate Purkoll,” Tambor sneered.

“There is no algorithm,” Rex spat back. “We know you’re holding a prisoner of war here.”

You stayed invisible, listening with a tight throat.

“Prisoner? I don’t know what you mean, Captain.”

I am leaving here with my friend,” Rex gritted out.

“Your friend is dead,” Tambor jeered. “His mind is ours.”

“Liar!”

An entire group of droids flanked the group as you all turned.

“Execute them!”

“Tech, open that door for Rex!” Hunter barked. “Wrecker, let Shiv go with Rex, she might be able to reconnect with their old Bond and help.”

“Yes, sir!” Tech rushed for the door.

Crosshair and the General found the group, rushing to help stave off the wave of droids.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for, Captain,” Hunter said gravely.

Wrecker tossed you to Rex, who took you unhesitatingly this time. With a nod to Hunter, he turned and sprinted after Tech.

Tech opened the door, then ran in. “I don’t like the look of this,” he said uneasily, heading towards the fixture in the center of the room. He headed for the computers, starting to tap away. “I’m definitely picking up a life-form in there. It seems to be a stasis chamber.”

Rex Dissolved the Bond, to your surprise. “If he’s in there, Shiv, you’re going to have to be the one to wake him up,” he said, turning to you with his fists clenched. “Do whatever you have to.”

“Yes, Captain.” You inclined your head, then turned to look at Tech.

“I think I can get it open,” Tech muttered, just as the door slowly hissed and started to slide open.

You saw something move just behind the door, almost concealed by the fog, and leaped forward with arms outstretched to catch whoever or whatever it was. It blurred in front of you, ice-cold skin hitting yours.

A pale face. Barely-conscious eyes. Familiar angles of the sallow, sunken face.

“Echo,” Rex breathed from behind you. “Tech, we have to get him out of here. Figure out how to unplug him from— from this mess.” Rex moved forward to help you lower Echo down to the ground, careful to keep the wires still attached.

You knelt beside Echo, forcing yourself to focus. His skin was so cold, under your fingers. “What have they done to you,” you whispered, cupping his sunken cheek in your hand.

Echo suddenly lurched forward. “We— we have to get to the shuttle,” his voice rasped. “To escape the Citadel. NO! You have to leave!”

“Echo,” you said, voice cracking. “Echo-“

“No! No, no, no, go—“

“Echo, I’m not leaving you again,” you said, tilting his head firmly toward you.

His eyes started to open, awareness seeping in. “Shiv,” he muttered, head rolling into your hand. “Shiv? You— you came back?”

Leaning forward, you leaned your forehead against his. “Yes,” you whispered back, tears of relief springing to your eyes. “Yes, we did.”

“What?” Echo sounded disoriented. “What happened? Where-?”

“Shhh.” You hushed him. “It’s okay. We’re safe now,” you promised softly, knowing that you’d have to keep him calm from his disoriented state. Stasis chambers, you knew from experience, left your mind feeling sluggish with the cold...

“Just sit tight, Echo,” Rex said, kneeling on Echo’s other side. “You’re going home,” he promised.

Tech rushed over. “Keep him calm, Shiv. I’m going to disconnect the wires, but it might take a moment and he needs to stay calm.”

You nodded at him, then turned back to Echo. He seemed to be starting to reel, the confusion setting in as he came back to awareness. Thinking quickly, you did the only thing you could think of. You slid into Echo’s lap, pressing yourself close against him to lend him body heat to stave off the cold from the stasis chamber. Gently cupping his head in your hands, you forced him to focus on you, look at you.

“Echo,” you murmured, brushing your thumbs against his cheeks. “Echo, look at me.” You kept your voice low and smooth, making him focus on you. “Hey, it’s Shiv.” You gave him a smile. “You have to focus on me, okay? Fives and Kix are waiting for us to come back.”

Echo stared up at you, his chest heaving. “Shiv. What— I told you to go,” he half-mumbled.

“I know,” you soothed, glancing at Rex. “It’s okay. We’re all out, and safe. The Captain knows.” For his sake, you forced yourself to stay calm and talk in the soft tone that you’d always used whenever one of your Vode ended up in the medbay.

Echo seemed to shake himself, slowly coming to a more full awareness. “It’s— it’s safe?” he asked blearily. Then he seemed to register what you said. “Wh— am I in the medbay?”

“Not yet.” You kept him focused on you as Tech moved by the computers. Rex kept a close watch. “But we’re on the way, I promise.”

Echo reached up, his hand gripping at your wrist with a surprising amount of strength considering his state. “Shiv— w-wait, you—“ He swayed a little.

“I’m okay,” you reassured. “We’re both okay, Echo. Just focus on me, can you do that?”

He grimaced, but seemed to try to focus on you. “Y-yeah. Yeah.”

You heard footsteps behind you. “Situation’s almost under control out there. How’s it going in here?” General Skywalker’s voice asked.

Rex stood and quickly walked over.

“Echo,” you murmured, leaning your face closer to his to keep his attention. “Echo, can you complete Transference with me?” you asked, keeping your voice even and calm.

Echo’s eyebrows furrowed, confused. “But— the others... need you. I’m— I’m down.”

“It’s under control. I need you to Transfer with me if you can,” you countered gently. “Please, Echo. Just say the words, and that’s all you have to do. I can do the rest, I promise. Please, Echo, for me?”

His hand slid against yours as he let out a cough. “Per-permission to Transfer,” he rasped, starting to slur.

You could have wilted in relief. "Transfer Granted."

The moment you Transferred, you felt the tattered remnants of your former Bond snap into place. Echo's mind was a mess. His thoughts were simultaneously slushy and slow while still being bombarded by the interface he'd been connected to. You winced, understanding why he was so disoriented.

Using your astral form, you popped up to communicate with Tech. "I can help from the inside," you said. "Tell me what to do."

"I'm still trying to decrypt Echo's cerebral interface. Until I do, we can't disconnect him from this computer system," Tech said, frazzled. "Shiv, if you could somehow jam the signal in his brain—"

"What frequency?"

Tech rattled off a number, and you turned back inward. Feeling for the neural waves that were being funneled into Echo, you carefully replicated your own jamming frequency. All the noise in his mind abruptly stopped.

"How is he, Shiv?" Rex asked, anxious.

"Disoriented and weak," you answered, keeping the frequencies cancelling each other out. "Someone is going to have to carry him out of here once we get him free."

"Any word on the extraction squad?" General Skywalker asked into his comms.

"We called it in, but no word back," someone called back.

"Well, that's no surprise," the General said grimly. "We knew when we got into this we'd be on our own. It's gonna get more difficult to get out of here."

"There are several squads of droids closing in," Hunter reported.

General Skywalker glanced around. "How long can you hold them off?"

"How long do you need?"

"Tech, Shiv, how much longer?"

"Almost," Tech said hurriedly, rushing around. "Shiv, keep that jammed. Up the frequency two decibels and start pushing back carefully, but watch for backlash."

"Up one," you reported, obeying. "Up two." So far you'd managed to keep feedback from disrupting any normal brain function Echo had. Your focus narrowed, monitoring everything as you honed in on pushing back against the signal slowly.

"That's it, Shiv," Tech said, tension mounting. "Almost there, I'm getting it dialed back so yours can take over and flush it out."

"I think I'm approaching feedback barrier," you warned, straining. "I can only give you another few ticks, Tech!"

"Almost, just— Ah, there!" Tech triumphantly slammed a button. "Let it go, Shiv!"

You stopped the frequency just in time before the first screech of feedback could deafen both you and Echo. Panting with the effort, your astral form slumped over Echo's shoulder. Your ears rang, disorienting you for a minute.

"Unplug— Rex—“

Echo let out a low groan. "Rex?"

"What is it?" Rex's voice filtered in as you shook yourself. The tinnitus in your ears started to fade.

"I got a big headache," Echo said feebly.

"Better to feel something than nothing, old buddy," Rex encouraged, patting his arm.

"It's a touching reunion, guys, but we need to get out of here, now," General Skywalker said, looking around.

"There's an exhaust vent that leads to the cooling systems right there." Echo pointed upward.

The comms crackled. "They've breached the front door. It won't be long before they're through the second."

You forced yourself back together, then Dissolved the Bond. Staggering to your feet, you winced and rubbed your forehead. "Tech, get it open and carry Echo. Everyone else, get up into the vent and start moving. I'll help Wrecker blow this place sky-high and take up the rear," you said tightly, beginning to head for the blast doors.

"Shiv—“

"General, please," you said tightly, turning to him. You could feel the exhausted circles under your eyes. "I know Trench, I was in his head for years. This place needs to be gone, and I know how to do it."

His lips thinned, but he nodded. "Alright, do it."

You turned and sprinted down the hall, heading for the others that had retreated behind the first set of blast doors. "Wrecker!" you called, reaching out your hand.

Wrecker instantly turned at the sound of your voice, blindly reaching out his hand. You grabbed it, Transferring. Materializing over his shoulder, you turned to Hunter.

"Exhaust vent, everyone needs to go. I'll help Wrecker hold it long enough for you guys to go, and then we'll bring up the rear and get this place set up to blow sky-high."

Wrecker whooped. "Yeah we will!"

Hunter gave you a quick nod. "Everyone go!" he shouted, pointing down the hall.

You took a moment to breathe, trying to scrape up energy. Everything felt so slow, and your exhaustion was starting to steadily mount.

"We got this Shiv, let's do it!" Wrecker hefted the IWS.

You nodded, then glanced at the buckling doors. We need to move behind the second set and hold it. Set up some explosives around here and let's go.

Wrecker reached into his belt and grabbed a few timed detonators, beginning to run back towards the second set of blast doors and strategically placing the thermals. He skidded behind the doors and slammed the button, closing it. Behind you in the room, you could see everyone starting to get into the vents.

Tech tapped at the computers. "Shiv, there's a backup security in here," he said quickly. "I'm going to delay it as much as possible, but you're only going to have about ten minutes before it resets itself. You and Wrecker have to be in the vent by then."

You nodded at him. "That's all the time we'll need," you promised.

Then turning to Wrecker, you Shifted into his gloves. Hey Sunshine, you murmured, the tiredness lacing your tone. Can you be my strong boy for me? We need to ruin this stuff and place explosives all around so it'll blow once we're out. Can you do that for me?

"Kriff yeah I can!" Wrecker answered, his exhilaration rushing into you and cheering you a little despite your tiredness. You smiled and let him start to run around completely decimate most of the equipment. He paused once to toss Tech up into the vent, then started planting a nest of explosives around the computers and tossing some into the stasis pod so the freeze would slow the timers just enough.

"Wrecker, Shiv!" General Skywalker's voice sounded from the vent. "Time's up."

Wrecker lumbered over to stand under the vent, then let out a shout as his feet started to lift off the ground. "Whoa! Whoa! Oh, no—"

You ran your hand over his shoulder, your other hand gently brushing over the back of his neck. Shhh, it's okay, Sunshine. It's just General Skywalker. I'm right here.

Still, Wrecker clearly didn't like the way he floated up and into the vent. Grabbing onto the rungs, his anxiety eased once he was firm on his own two feet. The hatch slammed shut under his feet, and he started to climb.

"Huh. This ventilation corridor acts as a cooling system for all the computers in the facility," Tech observed from above.

"How did you know it was up here, Echo?" Rex asked.

"Well, they got access to my memory, and I got access to the Techno Union database. All their plans, inventory, building schematics... everything," Echo said from his place clinging to Tech's back.

"You mean you can find us a safe way out of here?" Hunter said.

"Well, there is a way," Echo said warily, "but you're not gonna like it."

You got the sinking feeling that no one would.

A few moments later, you knew you were right as everyone stared out over the edge of the facility.

"I don't know about this," Hunter said warily.

"I'm telling you, there's a landing pad on that other building," Echo insisted, pointing across the massive empty space only connected by pipes.

"So you think there's a ship there we can steal?" Crosshair asked.

"Well, I hope there's a ship we can steal."

Hunter sighed. "Let's hope this trip isn't for nothing," he said grimly, then braced himself.

"Wait," you blurted, panicked as he clearly made to take a step of faith out.

Everyone turned to look at you. You sighed, shaking your head as you hovered over Wrecker's shoulder.

"Wrecker isn't going to like this, but there's a way we can all get across this safely," you said grimly.

Wrecker groaned. "Aw Shiv, you know I don't do good with gravity."

"You'll be the most stable part of this, Wrecker," you said dryly, "but you're also going to have to be the last one across."

Wrecker grumbled, but hefted you. "Fine. Fine. Just tell me what to do."

You pointed to the edge. "Hand me to Crosshair for a minute."

Crosshair stepped up, taking you as you Transferred and Shifted. You curled up by his shoulder, then pointed across.

"There's a small outcrop, just on the edge of that overhang, about... twenty degrees to the right."

Cross nodded, lifting his arm to perch the grappling rifle on his elbow guard. Again, he seemed to barely take aim before he fired.

It took several ticks before you finally felt the soft jolt of the successful grapple reverberate down into your form.

"I can barely see that from here," Rex muttered, staring across.

"Success," you said. "Thank you, Cross. Wrecker."

Wrecker took you back, gingerly holding the other end of the grapple. "What next, Shiv?"

You sighed heavily. "Sink me in the wall," you said grimly, pointing behind him.

"What?"

"Trust me," you coaxed. "Sink me in the wall, Wreck."

"Okay." Wrecker shrugged, then reeled his arm back. He slammed the anchor into the durasteel wall so hard that the hole almost popped open inward. Anchoring hooks sprang from the anchor, attaching firmly to the wall. You gave one last Shift, forcing yourself to form enough.

"Everyone take a clip and attach it to your belt," your voice had gotten wispy and weak. "The rope will act as a failsafe and catch you if you slip. If you lose your footing, curl up and hang onto the clip on your belt. It'll start to slide over to the other side, just let it take you and make yourself as small as possible. Don't try to put your feet back down until you reach the other side. Once everyone is over, I'll disengage and Wrecker can call me back."

Wrecker hesitated. "How— how do I call you back? Do I pull you?"

"Bond," you answered, astral form staring to fade. "Just call my name. I'll always hear you."

"Is she okay?" Rex asked, reaching out like the others to clip onto the rope.

"Shiv is okay, she's just really tired," Wrecker answered, shaking his head.

"She's spent too much energy between yesterday and today," Hunter said tightly, tugging at the clip to make sure it was firm. "She's never had to heal herself that quickly from so many injuries that severe. Plus, she's been Transferred between six of us and asked to keep up with that demand for hours, plus be a translator, and help out Echo. We've run her ragged."

"Last stretch," General Skywalker said, walking to the edge. "Let's do this. We'll make her effort worth it."

Everyone carefully stepped onto the pipes, hanging onto the rope. Though you could feel the strain, Crosshair's perfect aim and Wrecker's strength had given you extra stability and backup to lean on so you didn't have to handle their combined weight on your own. If they could keep up the pace, you'd make it with a little extra to spare.

"Oh boy. I can't even look."

"Just keep walking, Tech," Hunter said lowly.

"That's fine, but if you fall, don't take me with you," Cross hissed, clearly displeased with the situation.

"Uh-oh. I looked. Ahhh!" Wrecker started to sway.

Trust me, Sunshine. You whispered in his mind. I wouldn't let you fall, would I?

"Hang on, Wrecker. We're almost there," Hunter barked.

"Gonna be okay," Wrecker muttered. "Trust Shiv, breathe."

"Turn around! Go back!" Tech called, panic edging his voice. A bunch of droids had started to gather at either side, alerted most likely by the blast that you and Wrecker had left behind.

"Whoa! Wh-Whoa!"

"Oh boy. Gotcha." Hunter managed to grab onto Tech and Echo as he almost slipped, hauling them back up.

"Shiv, kinda stuck here!"

"Anybody got a brilliant idea?" General Skywalker hollered from the front of the line, inching back.

"I do have a brilliant idea," Tech suddenly said, pulling down his visor. "When the locals attacked us, I recorded the creatures' distress call."

"He records everything. It's a hobby," Hunter explained to the General.

"Which allows us to call those flying creatures to us," the General deduced.

"Ow! Enough with the sound!" Wrecker smacked the side of his head, grimacing as the shrieking distress call cut through the air.

"There is our ride out of here!" Hunter pointed at the reptiles that had started to circle in the air under them.

"How do we get on them?" Wrecker asked.

"How else? We jump!" General Skywalker shouted. "All right, I'll go first. Unclip yourselves, and Wrecker, when you jump take Shiv with you!" He unclipped himself, then leaped down.

"I don't wanna do this, but here I go," Tech said, then unclipped himself, and hanging onto Echo's legs, took his own leap.

"This wasn't part of the plan," Wrecker groaned.

"Those things can fly, Wrecker. Let's go!" Hunter unhooked himself and leaped after Crosshair.

"Oh boy, here we go." Wrecker took a yank at the rope. "Shiv!"

Relieved, you let go and Shifted into a blaster that clipped onto his belt. He leaped, leaving behind the approaching droids.

"We have to shake those droids!" Rex shouted across the air.

"How do I steer this thing?" Wrecker demanded, panic curling in his tone.

With a soft groan of effort, you Dissolved the Bond and sat in front of him, sliding onto the neck of the creature. Reaching forward, you snagged the reins in your fingers and pulled it over the creature's head. Wrapping it around your wrist, you glanced back at Wrecker.

"Hold onto me!" you shouted. "I'm going to head to the front!"

Snapping the rein, you led the creature to the front of the pack to become the lead and get the others to fall into formation behind you. You'd never flown this particular creature before, but you'd taken care of an aviary long enough recognize the distinctly bird-like behavior of the winged reptiles.

The creature seemed to know where to go, so you simply let it find its way while making sure it kept in front of the flock. The creatures quickly outstripped the droids as the others picked them off, and the village soon came into view through the clouds.

By the time they landed in formation, you were teetering on the verge of unconsciousness. You'd been drained of so much energy that you simply slumped against the creature's neck, strength slipping away from you.

"Shiv? Shiv!"

Your eyelashes fluttered, but you couldn't manage to form a word. Your eyes slowly closed, darkness starting to descend. The last thing you felt before blacking out was Wrecker's hands on your waist.

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vithe-potato · 4 days ago

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Ok so i saw you reposted the Rex thing that just says SMASH same lmao and it gave me an idea. What if the reader is playing smash or pass with models or whatever they have in the sw universe and when Rex comes up (he was put in as a joke) they just say smash with 0 hesitation when they've been seriously considering every other option. You can choose who they've been playing with, probably rest of 501st tho

“Smash or Pass”

Captain Rex x Reader

It started with Fives.

Of course it did.

“Alright,” he said, grinning like a kid with a thermal detonator and no supervision, “this one’s for morale.”

You were trying to eat in peace. Kix had just handed you a decent caf, the lights were dimmed, and the bunkroom was relatively quiet—until someone yelled “SMASH!” at the top of their lungs and you heard Hardcase cackle like he was about to ascend into the Force.

“What the hell is happening?” you asked as you cautiously stepped into the circle forming in the center of the barracks.

“We’re playing Smash or Pass,” Jesse explained, flipping a GAR datapad around to show a very enthusiastic holo of a Twi’lek pop singer mid-dance. “Fives installed it.”

You squinted. “You installed a game on government-issued tech?”

Fives didn’t even blink. “Priorities.”

Kix was trying to look disapproving but was clearly enjoying the show. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, “you’re gonna start a war.”

“It’s a game. What’s the worst that can happen?”

Kix and Jesse made very loud “oof” sounds at the same time.

“Alright, who’s next?” Jesse asked, holding up the datapad like it was a thermal detonator.

Fives grinned and elbowed you. “Come on, you’re up.”

You groaned. “No way. I’m not doing this.”

Jesse smirked. “Too late. You’re in the circle now.”

Hardcase bounced on the balls of his feet. “C’mon, it’s fun! And educational.”

“Yeah,” Kix added, “if you call making terrible decisions educational.”

You eyed the datapad suspiciously. The holo on screen was some Zeltron singer with a smile like she knew all your secrets.

Jesse said, “Smash or pass?”

You blinked. “Uh… pass. Sorry, too much ‘I’m the center of attention’ energy.”

Fives snorted. “Pass? I’d smash just to get a song out of her.”

Dogma shook his head. “No way. I’d pass. Too flashy.”

Hardcase just grinned. “I smash everything that breathes.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing.

The datapad pinged and flicked to the next holo—a senator known for blocking military funding.

“Smash or pass?” Jesse asked.

Fives immediately said, “Pass. She’d filibuster you to death.”

Dogma went quiet for a moment, then said, “Smash.”

Everyone turned to him.

Jesse raised an eyebrow. “Since when, Dogma?”

He shrugged. “Diplomacy’s important.”

You chuckled. “That’s not the Dogma I know.”

The game kept going, holos flashing across the screen: a Jedi with a stern face, a notorious bounty hunter, a pod-racer with a cocky grin.

When Padmé Amidala popped up, Hardcase instantly shouted, “Smash! Would die a happy man.”

You smirked. “Pass. She’s way too polished. Would probably outshine me at everything.”

Fives nudged you. “Speak for yourself.”

Jesse teased, “I pass, but only because I’m scared she’d assassinate me.”

Kix sighed, “Smash. But only if I get to keep my comms on me.”

Then the datapad buzzed again and froze on a familiar face.

“Captain Rex,” Jesse said, chuckling.

You barely hesitated. “Smash.”

Everyone went silent.

Fives blinked. “Wait, what?”

Jesse’s mouth dropped open. “No way. You didn’t even think about it.”

Dogma looked like he swallowed his tongue. “You wanna—”

“Climb him like a tower,” you finished with a shrug.

Hardcase groaned, “Man, you’re savage.”

Kix shook his head, smiling. “Can’t argue with that.”

Suddenly, the barracks door hissed open.

Rex walked in, calm as ever, holding a ration pack.

You froze.

He glanced around and said, “What are you all doing?”

Fives tried to sound casual. “Playing… a game.”

Jesse jumped in, “Smash or Pass!”

Rex raised an eyebrow, looked at the datapad, and smirked.

“Good choice,” he said, then turned and walked away.

The room erupted.

“Did he just—”

“Yeah, he did.”

You rubbed your neck. “Great. Now what?”

Jesse laughed, “Now you’ve officially lost your mind.”

#captain rex x reader

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vithe-potato · 4 days ago

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Hello my darling :)

Could I get a 501st x reader who just passes out a lot. Like, randomly. And they're just used to it at this point because she constantly just collapses on them. They're a little concerned but they've learned not to worry because shes usually back on her feet in a few minutes.

Lmao i think i have a fainting problem because if i stand for too long i get lightheaded and sometimes pass out. (i should probably get that checked out...)

Absolutely! (And yes—gently but firmly—you should definitely get that checked out. Please take care of yourself, yeah?)

“She’ll Be Fine”

501st x Reader

There’s a rhythm to war.

Blasterfire, shouted orders, boots crunching gravel. The thrum of dropships overhead, the jarring shake when they land. And then—like clockwork—thud.

“…She’s down again.”

Kix doesn’t even look up from where he’s crouched beside a trooper with a blaster burn to the shoulder. “Give her a minute.”

Rex sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “Did anyone at least catch her this time?”

“Jesse did,” Fives pipes up helpfully, holding a limp arm draped over his shoulder like he’s helping his drunk vod home from 79s. “She almost took me down with her. Nearly headbutted my chestplate.”

“Again,” Jesse mutters, grunting as he adjusts his hold on you. You’re out cold, slumped like a ragdoll with your forehead against his pauldron. “You need a warning bell or somethin’, sweetheart.”

“She doesn’t get a warning,” Kix says, finally glancing over. “That’s the problem.”

You groan faintly, and five sets of blue-trimmed helmets snap toward you like a pack of startled tookas.

“Okay, okay, she’s coming around,” Fives says, like this is normal. Because, well… it kind of is now.

You blink up at Jesse, squinting in confusion. “Did I…?”

“Yep.”

“Oh.”

Jesse rolls his eyes, but there’s a protective arm still firm around your waist. “Standing too long again?”

You look sheepish, rubbing your forehead. “The sun didn’t help either. I was trying to hydrate this time.”

“You say that every time,” Kix says, making his way over now that his patient is patched up. He shines a small penlight in your eyes, already expecting you to squint. “No head injury, no concussion signs. Pulse is steady. Nothing new.” He mutters, “Not that that makes it better.”

“I said I’m fine,” you insist.

“And I said stop passing out on my men,” Rex grunts, stepping up beside you with his arms crossed.

You flash him a faint grin. “I think you’re just mad it wasn’t you I collapsed on this time.”

Fives hoots with laughter. Jesse nearly drops you.

Rex blinks slowly behind his helmet. “I am reassigning you to Kix.”

“Absolutely not,” Kix says immediately. “She chooses violence. I swear she aims herself at whoever’s closest. Last week she fainted on Dogma mid-briefing and he thought she’d died.”

“That was one time,” you groan.

“You knocked his helmet clean off on the way down,” Fives adds, delighted. “He screamed.”

Rex pinches the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t sustainable.”

“She’ll be fine,” Kix sighs. “She always is.”

“Yeah, until she faints into a ravine or something,” Jesse grumbles. Still, he doesn’t let go until he’s sure your legs aren’t going to betray you again.

You brush off your tunic, wobbly but upright. “I’ve got it. I’m good. See?” You take two steps—and then sway.

Hardcase materializes out of nowhere to catch you like it’s a sport. “Gotcha,” he chirps cheerfully. “Fifth time this week! I win the pool!”

“You were betting on this?!” Rex snaps.

“You weren’t?”

⸻

The 501st has gotten used to you—fainting spells and all.

Fives has mastered the art of swooping in like a theatrical hero when you go down.

Kix carries spare salt tabs and juice packs just for you.

Jesse pretends to be annoyed, but he’s the first to shield you from the sun if you look even a little off-color.

And Rex? Rex never says anything directly. But his helmet always tips your way if you stand too still for too long. He never walks past you without a glance. And somehow—somehow—he’s always just there when you go down.

(You suspect he’s caught you more than anyone else, even if he doesn’t brag about it.)

Still, one evening as you lie in the medbay after a longer spell than usual, he sits beside you, arms folded, helmet off. His expression is tight.

“You should talk to the medcenter on Coruscant when we rotate back.”

You nod quietly. “I know.”

Rex doesn’t say good. He just rests a gloved hand over yours and looks at you like you’re more fragile than you like to admit.

“We can handle your dramatics,” he says finally, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “But I don’t want to lose you to something we could’ve fixed.”

You squeeze his fingers gently.

“I’ll get checked.”

The sigh he lets out is quiet—but relieved.

“Good. ‘Cause next time, you’re not landing on Jesse. You’re landing on me.”

#501st x reader

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vithe-potato · 4 days ago

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Hiiiii

I had an idea for a Rex x reader where he's very obviously in love with her and everyone around him can tell but he doesn't want to admit it bc he's afraid she wont feel the same. And its basically just him being completely in love with her and everyone mercilessly teasing him about it.

(and maybe she overhears this teasing and just walks into the conversation like, "you know im in love with you too right?")

I just got this idea into my head and i needed someone to write it ok bye my darling :)

“501st Confidential (Except It’s Not)”

Captain Rex x Reader

You were, in the words of Fives, “the reason Rex turns into an emotionally repressed marshmallow with a death wish.”

The captain of the 501st was an impeccable soldier—composed, sharp, calm under fire. Until you walked into the room.

Then? He forgot how doors worked. Forgot how his voice worked. Forgot how to exist like a functioning adult.

Like this morning.

“Hey, Captain,” you called, brushing past him in the mess. “Sleep okay?”

Rex nearly dropped his tray. “Yeah. I mean—yes. Slept. I slept.”

You gave him a soft little smile. “Good.”

Fives watched the exchange with his spoon frozen in the air, like he’d just witnessed a holo-drama plot twist.

The second you left, Jesse leaned in. “Was that a stroke or a confession?”

“Shut it,” Rex muttered, flustered.

“Come on, Captain Crush,” Kix snorted. “You smiled so hard you got an extra forehead line.”

“I did not,” Rex snapped.

“It twitched,” Echo deadpanned.

“Just admit it,” Fives drawled, draping himself across the table. “You’re in love with her.”

Rex didn’t answer, which—by 501st standards—was practically a marriage proposal.

“Oh no,” Jesse whispered. “He’s so far gone. He’s at the ‘she smiled at me and I heard music’ phase.”

Rex ran a hand down his face. “I hate all of you.”

“Affectionately,” Echo added.

⸻

Later, in the hangar, the teasing reached critical mass.

Rex was checking the gunships. He thought he was alone.

He was wrong.

“Y’know,” came Fives’ voice from behind him, “the last time you stared at someone that long, you were planning a tactical assault.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

“Oh? My bad. Meditating on the meaning of her eyes, then?”

Jesse joined them, arms crossed. “Pretty sure he’s composing poetry in his head.”

“I don’t write poetry,” Rex grumbled.

“Then what’s this?” Fives produced a crumpled piece of flimsi. “‘Her voice is like a thermal detonator to my self-control—’”

Rex lunged for it. “Give me that—!”

“—detonating everything in me but discipline. Wow. Wow.”

“I will demote you.”

Fives grinned. “You’d have to catch me first—”

“What’s going on here?” Anakin’s voice cut in as he strolled over, arms folded, suspicious.

“Captain’s in love,” Jesse reported instantly.

“Painfully,” Echo added helpfully.

“Unprofessionally,” Kix muttered as he passed, shaking his head.

Anakin raised a brow at Rex. “Really?”

Rex, red-faced, said, “It’s nothing. They’re being ridiculous.”

“You know you’re terrible at hiding it, right?” Anakin said, half-laughing.

Fives leaned over like he’d been waiting for this. “Oh, and you’re one to talk?”

The group roared.

Rex folded his arms, finally smiling. “Took you long enough.”

“Yeah,” Jesse added. “We’ve got bets on how long before you and Senator Secret Marriage finally kiss in front of Obi-Wan.”

“I will write all of you up,” Anakin threatened weakly.

“Sure, General,” Fives smirked. “You can fill out the paperwork on your next secret rendezvous.”

Anakin muttered something under his breath and stormed off. Echo saluted his retreating back. “True love never hides well.”

Unbeknownst to them all, you had heard every word.

You had paused just behind the stacks of crates when you heard your name—and then just… stood there, eyes wide, heart pounding, as your entire crush was dissected and laid bare by a group of very loud, very meddling clone troopers.

You waited until Rex tried to escape the roasting.

And then you stepped into view.

“…Hey,” you said sweetly.

Six heads whipped around. Fives looked like he was about to choke.

“(Y/N),” Rex breathed, stunned.

“Just dropping off the new tactical rotation schedules.” You held up a datapad, then let your eyes drift casually toward Rex. “But, uh… I heard a very interesting conversation.”

Fives whispered, “Oh no.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You boys gossip more than the Senators.”

Rex looked like he might pass out. “I—we didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay.” You walked toward him, stopping just close enough to see the panic in his eyes soften into something gentler.

“I just figured I should say something before one of them exploded from holding it in.”

“Say what?” Rex asked, barely above a whisper.

You reached out, tugging lightly at the edge of his kama. “That I’m in love with you, too.”

The silence was immediate.

Then chaos.

“WHOOO—”

Fives dropped to the floor like he’d been sniped.

Jesse started clapping. “About time!”

“I am a trained medic,” Kix muttered, pointing at Rex. “And even I don’t know if his heart can take this.”

Rex was frozen, then slowly—so slowly—his expression melted into the softest smile you’d ever seen.

“…Really?” he asked.

You nodded, brushing your fingers against his gloved hand. “Really.”

He glanced at the others. “Do we… have to have this moment with them here?”

“Yes,” Fives said, still on the floor. “Yes, you do.”

You grinned, lacing your fingers with Rex’s. “Well, Captain? What do we do now?”

Rex looked at you like you were the first sunrise he’d ever seen.

“…I’m going to take you to get caf. And not drop my tray this time.”

And with your hand in his, he turned to the squad—flushed, proud, and finally not hiding anything.

Jesse saluted with two fingers. “Permission to say ’called it’?”

“No.”

“Denied,” Fives chimed. “We’re saying it anyway.”

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This had me smiling so big oml 🫶

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a TBB x Fem!Reader +any other clones of your choice, where they keep using pet names in mandoa like cyar'ika, mesh'la, and maybe even riduur?(because they might’ve gotten accidentally married? Love those tropes)

but the reader has no idea what they mean and that they’re pet names or that the batch likes her. Eventually she finds out of course and a bunch of stuttering cute confessions?

Your writing is so amazing and i literally can’t get enough of it! Xx

“Say It Again?”

TBB x Fem!Reader

You had gotten used to the way clones talked — the gruffness, the slang, the camaraderie. But ever since you’d been working more closely with Clone Force 99, you’d noticed something… different.

They used weird words around you. Words you didn’t hear other troopers saying.

Hunter always greeted you with a gentle “Cyar’ika,” accompanied by that intense little half-smile of his.

Wrecker would beam and shout, “Mesh’la! You came!” every time you entered a room — like you were some goddess descending from the stars.

Crosshair, as always, was smug and cool, throwing in a soft “Riduur…” under his breath when he thought you weren’t listening, though you never figured out what it meant. He often smirked when you looked confused, and somehow that made it worse.

Even Tech, who rarely used nicknames at all, had let slip a casual “You’re quite remarkable, mesh’la,” when you helped him debug his datapad. He didn’t look up, but you felt the heat in his voice.

And Echo? Sweet, dependable Echo — he was the least subtle of them all.

“You alright, cyar’ika?”

“You look tired, cyar’ika.”

“Get some rest, cyar’ika.”

You were starting to think “Cyar’ika” meant your actual name.

But something was off. The others never used those words with each other. Only with you.

So, naturally, you asked Rex.

And Rex choked on his caf.

“You—what did Crosshair call you?” he coughed, wiping his chin.

You repeated it: “Rid…uur? I think? I dunno. He said it real low.”

Rex gave you the slowest blink you’d ever seen and then rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Riduur means… spouse. As in… wife. It’s what you call your partner.”

You froze. “What?!”

“And cyar’ika?” he continued, amused. “Sweetheart. Mesh’la is ‘beautiful.’ They’re… Mando’a pet names. Very affectionate.”

The blushing.

The flashbacks.

All those words… those looks… Tech calling you remarkable like it was a scientific fact, Crosshair smirking like he had secrets, Echo’s voice dropping a full octave every time he said cyar’ika…

You marched straight into the Havoc Marauder like a woman on a mission — and promptly forgot how to speak when all five of them looked up at you.

“…You okay, mesh’la?” Hunter asked gently.

You blinked. Your voice cracked. “…You’ve been calling me sweetheart?”

The room went dead silent.

Echo dropped his ration bar.

Wrecker panicked. “Wait—you didn’t know?”

Crosshair chuckled and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Told you she didn’t know.”

Tech frowned at him. “Statistically, the odds of her knowing were—”

“You called me your wife,” you said, pointing at Crosshair like he’d committed a war crime.

He shrugged. “Didn’t hear you complain.”

You stammered something completely unintelligible, covering your face with both hands, and Wrecker let out the loudest, happiest laugh you’d ever heard. “So… does that mean you like us back?”

You peeked through your fingers. “…Us?”

Hunter stepped forward slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “We all… kinda do. Like you. A lot.”

You were red. Like, fruit-on-Ryloth red. “You’re telling me five elite clones have been flirting with me in another language this whole time?!”

“…Yes,” they all mumbled at once.

Crosshair grinned like he’d won a bet. “So… Riduur?”

“Riduur?” Crosshair repeated, lifting a brow like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just dropped a romantic thermal detonator right in front of everyone.

You stared at him. At all of them.

Hunter’s quiet guilt. Echo’s embarrassed fidgeting. Wrecker’s hopeful puppy-dog smile. Tech’s analytical interest. And Crosshair’s smug little smirk that you really wanted to slap off his face… or maybe kiss.

You swallowed. “I—I need a second.”

And then promptly turned on your heel and walked right back out of the Marauder.

⸻

You spent the rest of the day spiraling.

Sweetheart. Beautiful. Wife.

They’d been calling you those for weeks. Months, maybe. You were out here thinking it was some fun cultural expression or inside joke you weren’t in on—and it turns out you were the joke. The target. Of five clone commandos’… affection?

It didn’t feel like a joke, though. It felt sincere. Soft. Safe.

And scary.

Because you liked them. All of them. Differently, but genuinely. The thought of them caring about you—of whispering pet names they grew up hearing in the most intimate, personal ways—made your chest ache in a way you didn’t know how to handle.

⸻

The next day, you avoided them.

The next day, they let you.

The third day, Hunter found you in the mess hall, sat beside you without a word, and handed you a steaming mug of caf.

You looked at him.

He didn’t speak right away. Then: “We’re sorry. If we made you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you blurted out. “I just… didn’t know how to react. I’m still trying to figure it out.”

Hunter nodded, eyes kind. “We can stop. The nicknames, I mean.”

You hesitated. “No. I don’t want you to stop.”

He smiled, just a little. “You sure?”

You nodded. “I think I like them. I just… I want to know what they mean now.”

⸻

So, one by one, the boys showed you.

Wrecker said “mesh’la” every time you helped him carry heavy crates, with a goofy grin that made your stomach flip.

Echo said “cyar’ika” after every quiet conversation, letting the word linger like a promise he wasn’t ready to say aloud yet.

Tech, precise as always, began to offer direct translations.

“You look stunning today, mesh’la—objectively, of course.”

Crosshair didn’t stop with “riduur.” He started calling you “cyar’ika” too—softly, in rare unguarded moments—and he never looked away when he said it. Like he meant it. Like he knew what it was doing to you.

And Hunter? Hunter started saying “ner cyar’ika.” My sweetheart.

⸻

It wasn’t instant.

But slowly, their voices stopped making you flustered—and started making you feel home.

You started saying their names softer. Started touching their arms when you passed. Started blushing less… and smiling more.

And one day, while standing beside Wrecker during maintenance, you reached up on your toes, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Thanks, cyare.”

He blinked. His whole face lit up like a nova. “You said it back!”

Later, you caught Echo outside the ship. Nervous, swaying slightly on his heels. You pressed your hand into his and whispered, “You can keep calling me cyar’ika, you know.”

He looked down at you with wide eyes. “You really don’t mind?”

You shook your head. “I like it.”

And Tech, when you repeated “mesh’la” with a teasing little lilt, glanced at you and—just this once—forgot what he was doing.

Even Crosshair dropped his toothpick when you looked him dead in the eye and whispered: “You keep calling me your riduur. What does that make you, then?”

He blinked. Once. Then smiled. Really smiled. “Yours.”

⸻

By the time you curled up beside Hunter one quiet night, your head on his shoulder and his hand tracing slow circles on your back, he murmured “ner cyar’ika” and you didn’t freeze or stammer.

You just smiled.

Because now you knew.

And you finally, finally understood that you’d never been the joke.

You’d always been the reason they smiled.

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vithe-potato · 4 days ago

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Turn this into a series!!! Or atleast another part im begging 🙏🫶🥹. This is soo goood!!

Hi again! Thank you very much for writing my request, I absolutely loved it!!! <3 I hope you post again soon, your writing is very good. Is it ok to ask for a part 2? It can go however you want, if you need any ideas I imagine they would probably show their interest in subtle ways, like cleaning/fixing reader's equipment, leaving anonymous gifts, etc, or maybe something regarding reader taking care of their wounds? It's really up to you. If you don't want to write this I understand and feel free to ignore, I appreciate you taking your time to read this, take as much time as you need, thanks again! <3

I LOVE THIS CONCEPT IM SO HAPPY TO WRITE MORE OF THIS <3

i gotta be honest though (short tangent here), i have been writing a LOT but just not posting it.... specifically mandalorian reader x tbb....

alr so the real truth is that it's a self ship type thing?? but like. i've been thinking about posting it as an x reader thing, just changing the name to y/n and stuff (cause idk about you guys but i don't like reading x reader fics where the reader is named lol)

so uhh lmk if you guys would be interested in that!! anyways tangent over <3

wc: 1.5k

bad batch x medic!reader (part II)

characters: echo, crosshair, wrecker, hunter, tech

It was a short mission—or, it was supposed to be a short mission. So, they’d told you to wait on the ship.

But an hour passed, then two, and you started to get worried. Of course there was Echo, constantly updating you over his comm device, but it wasn’t much to go off of.

A few minutes the thing would crackle to life in your ear:

“We’ve just reached the facility; we’ll be in and out. You doing okay back at the ship?”

“Some… complications have come up. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes to resolve. Wrecker says hi. I say hi, too.”

You thought you heard him smack himself before the comm cut out, and you giggled to yourself. Still, you were worried. The last update you’d gotten was approximately fifteen minutes ago.

“Our objective is complete—we’ll be seeing you soon. Stay safe until we get there.”

He also told you to keep the doors to the ship shut, but at this point you were keeping them open just to watch for them.

You sat in the threshold, bouncing your knee while your fingernails tapped the durasteel floor.

You reached for the comm device, about to ask for an update, but you heard blaster fire.

Leaping to your feet, you spotted the force at once. They exploded from the tree line, and you counted four forms barreling towards you. Concerned, you hopped out of the ship and started jogging towards them, squinting to see who was who.

Tech was up front, gesturing wildly to the ship. You realized he was probably shouting something into his comm, but you’d left the device back in the threshold of the ship. Echo followed him, pointing to his comm. You shook your head, coming to a stop. You still had to make sure they were all there.

Wrecker and Hunter brought up the rear. Wrecker was carrying something—someone, you realized with relief. Crosshair was tossed over his shoulder like a sack of vegetables, and you saw a blaster in his hand.

A few seconds later you saw who he was shooting at. Probably the local militia, by your reckoning.

“Separatists!” Echo’s voice found your ears at last. You realized that if they were close enough to be heard, you should probably start running, too.

You turned heel, bolting back to the ship. But they were all faster than you, and you found yourself beside Hunter as you all booked it.

“What happened to ‘a short mission’?” you panted, side-eying him.

You heard him sigh before he suddenly fell behind you, just in time to get shot square in the back by a blaster.

“Hunter!”

He shoved you roughly into the ship behind everyone else before leaping in after you, slamming the switch to close the door.

“Tech!” he rasped, out of breath.

“Already on it,” Tech’s even voice came from the cockpit. In seconds the ship was off the ground, and in a few seconds more you were in space. You all hardly had time to find something to ground yourselves with.

“What happened?!” you fretted, pacing between them all to glance them over.

Wrecker ripped off his helmet, ruddy-cheeked and gasping for air. “We had to run all the way back.”

“Well, yeah, but—” you shook your head. “Who else is injured?”

You reached for Hunter. You could practically hear the grin in his voice when he chuckled tiredly, sliding his pack from his shoulders to reveal that the blaster had only hit the pack.

“You clever thing,” you huffed, fake-punching him on the arm.

“Didn’t wanna give you any more work than you were already gonna have,” he said, gesturing.

You turned around and immediately looked at Crosshair; he was the one being carried. He had pulled off his helmet and was examining the thing in his lap.

He straightened as you approached, and you put your hands up in surrender. “Can I look you over?”

He rolled his eyes, scooting away. But you took that as an invitation to sit next to him.

“I’m fine. Wrecker was only carrying me because—”

“Because you were being slow!” Wrecker jumped in, scowling at Crosshair.

“I was firing back at the troops who were actively shooting at us.” The fire in his gaze dimmed before he glanced at you again. He leaned in ever so slightly, murmuring: “I’m fine. Trust me.”

He planted his hand on your shoulder, pushing himself up and heading to the cockpit. But you noticed the way his hand subtly dragged down your arm as he walked away. You blinked at him, a chill running down your back. But he didn’t turn around to look at you as he disappeared into the cockpit.

“Uh, how about you, Wrecker?”

He visibly lit up at the sound of his name. “Oh, you know me. I’m practically indestructible!”

You tilted your head, only partly returning his massive grin. The grin didn’t last long—it quickly turned into a pout as he looked at his left arm, rotating his shoulder.

“Except… I think I got nicked on the arm…”

You got to your feet, crouching down next to him on the ground. You could see that his blacks were torn on the inner part of his left arm, which he held out for you to examine.

“Not too bad. Let me get some dressings.”

You stood up to get your pack, visualizing what you needed. Probably just a square of gauze and—

The gauze pocket was completely empty. You knew you were running low, but not this low!

Then again, I did patch up that kid on Ryloth…

You bit your lip. What else could you use? Maybe if you cut a bit of your clean clothes, or—

“You’ll probably need a five by five,” Tech’s voice came from behind you.

“Well, yeah, but I don’t have any gauze,” you huffed, turning to face him.

Your eyes immediately landed on the piece of gauze he was holding out to you. In his other hand was a small box; you recognized the packaging. It was all gauze.

“I noticed you ran out on our last mission. I figured you’d restock it yourself, but I got some just in case.”

“It’s a good thing you did!” You beamed, throwing your arms around him.

The gauze box fell to the floor, and you pulled away. “Sorry,” you chuckled, picking it up. “But thank you, Tech. Seriously.”

Tech fixed his goggles, avoiding your gaze. It was dark in the ship, but you perceived a faint hint of redness on his cheeks. “Well… I’m just making sure you can do your job.” He cleared his throat. “And here’s some bacta; I got this, too. Just in case.”

You nodded. It really was a superficial wound; you would’ve gotten away with some gauze and wrappings on anyone else, but you both knew Wrecker.

You tied the wrapping on his arm, gently tucking your finger under the fabric to check the tightness.

“Does that feel too tight?”

Wrecker bent his arm and straightened it again, examining your work. “Feels great! You always take care of me.” He grinned, clapping you on the shoulder with his other hand.

You smiled, standing up and handing him his top. Your finger found the tear in one arm, and you held up the garment contemplatively. “I don’t think you’re gonna want to wear this.”

Wrecker planted himself on a seat, reclining with a sigh as he placed his hands behind his head. “Nah, I’m good.” He flashed a grin at you.

You couldn’t help but side-eye him, folding the top over your arm. “I’ll get you a blanket.”

There was a blanket laying somewhere around the bridge; you just couldn’t remember where.

As you rummaged through one of the supply crates, you noticed Hunter approaching. He crouched down to rummage through another crate next to you.

“You sure you’re okay?” you asked, glancing at him.

“Just a bruise; I already had Echo look at it.”

You nodded. “How about Echo?”

“He’s fine. His job was just to keep checking on you,” Hunter joked.

“So I noticed.” You smiled.

Hunter lifted a blanket from the crate, shuffling so he was crouched at the other end of your crate.

“Oh, thanks.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” he retorted. “You do a good job.”

You tilted your head, taking the blanket from him. For a moment you both just held the fabric, looking at each other, lost in thought.

“Thanks,” you said again, more slowly this time. “You do a good job, too.”

“Even though I can’t keep ‘a short mission’ short?”

You snorted, jumping up. “Water under the bridge, sergeant. I’m just glad you’re all alive.”

He grinned at you as you walked away, reclining against the wall.

No matter how bad a mission went, they could always look forward to one thing: you.

yaaay ty for reading!! and tysm for this request, hopefully i can put out more of this soon... <3

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vithe-potato · 4 days ago

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Hi! I read your Star Wars and Arcane headcanons and I loved them, congratulations on the amazing writing! I look forward to reading more of your works.

I'd also like to request a Bad Batch x reader headcanons/fic/blurb, you choose it. I had this idea that since they don't have a good relationship with regs, it'd be hard for them to receive appropriate medical care from clone medics, because of that a medic!reader would be assigned to assist them on their missions. In the beginning they'd be skeptical, but slowly they would warm up to the reader and secretly each of them would start to fall in love with their medic. How would they proceed? Would they be willing to share?

If any of this makes you uncomfortable or you don't write for these themes I understand and please feel free to ignore this, thank you in advance! <3

(Also English is not my first language, if there are mistakes or it's confusing I apologize, thanks again ;))

oh my goodness, first request on this acc!! tysm, this is such a cute concept!!! :D

wc: 1.7 k

reluctant bad batch x medic!reader

characters: Crosshair, Echo, Tech, Wrecker, Hunter

You’ve worked with some… difficult patients before, so when you were assigned to specifically join a force of specialized clones, you figured you knew what you were getting into.

Boy, were you wrong.

Not only were these men difficult, but there was something off about them; at first you thought it was your imagination, but as time passed, you wondered if maybe there really was something there—but what?

Wrecker started off as your favorite. His wariness wore off within two hours of meeting you; you laughed at one of his jokes, and it was then that he knew he was going to like you. And he told you so, even though you’d assume the opposite when you were treating him.

Despite his tough, brutish appearance, Wrecker was a bit of a whiner when it came to wound care. He’d hiss at the cold packs, flinch away when you tried to disinfect anything.

“Why can’t you just put me in the bacta tank?” he asked you one day, cursing and gritting his teeth while you pulled debris out of a nasty scrape.

“Because we don’t have a bacta tank,” you said with a gentle smile. “I’m sorry, I know this sucks.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before returning to work.

He glanced at you through squinting eyes, and for a moment his face relaxed. He couldn’t watch you work—it’d freak him out too much—so he fixed his gaze on your face. You had been too focused to notice, but you did notice that suddenly he stopped twitching. He even seemed relaxed.

If you had looked up, you would’ve seen the faint smile on his face. It was less than his usual grin, the one he gave you whenever you finished patching him up. It was something softer, something stemming from somewhere deep within him.

He might’ve been your favorite, but you were certainly his favorite. Always laughing with him, amusing him when he wanted to show you something… you were almost kinder to him than his brothers were. What wasn’t there to love?

“All done,” you said, and he switched to his broader grin just in time. He threw a large arm around you, pulling you close enough that he could feel your heartbeat against his side.

“Thanks, Y/n! You’re good to me,” he chuckled, looking at you with a little too much fondness. You grinned, then both of you blushed and looked away.

“No problem,” you replied, clearing your throat.

Echo was another interesting one. An ex-reg, now half machine, half man. Sometimes you didn’t know what to do with him; you were trained in medicine, not mechanics.

But he was patient, and mostly self-sufficient besides. He’d answer any questions you had when you (attempted to) treat him.

You always noticed that he seemed… fragile, somehow. Make no mistake, he was probably the toughest guy in the troop, considering what he’d been through. But whenever it was just the two of you, sitting in silence, you could sense that there was something deep within him that he tried valiantly to protect—something soft.

You never pried. Instead you’d make casual conversation, even joke around with him. You weren’t sure what else to do, but it seemed to work with him.

Little did you know that he was fully aware that you had him figured out. But you didn’t treat him like a sob-story; that was what really got him.

If anything, you were the mystery. He was curious about you; he’d try to ask questions while you worked, but he didn’t want to make anything obvious.

Make what obvious? he asked himself one night. What was there that he was trying to hide from you? Certainly not his past; you already knew about that. What more could there be?

At first, he didn’t want to say anything. Or do anything. Why would he? He valued your friendship above everything. But after a while—specifically after he was reminded time and time again that life doesn’t last forever—he decided he might try something.

That something turned into several things; small, but hopefully you’d get the point. Grabbing your hand to lead you somewhere, whispering in your ear, praising you.

He feared he wasn’t being obvious enough, but you already knew from the moment he even wondered if he liked you. You always had him figured out.

Crosshair was, by far, your worst patient. He wasn’t a fighter—well, he wasn’t a fighter once you actually convinced him to sit down and let you treat him. Even when he was on the ground, unable to move, he’d curse and tell you to get away as you approached.

All that fire dimmed into red hot embers when you were close to him. He’d never look you in the eye. Occasionally he’d glance at what you were doing, making a snide comment about how he could probably do it better.

“Maybe,” you responded one day, “but then why would I be here?”

He just scoffed, but that did get him thinking. The thought of you gone somehow didn’t seem right. Had he gotten used to you being here? That couldn’t be it; every time he saw you, there was a distinct frustration stirring in his chest.

That frustration would spike whenever he saw you. The mere sight of your face would make him roll his eyes and scoff.

Whenever you weren’t looking, he’d stare at you. Half of the time it was because he wanted you to notice and get uncomfortable. But as he developed this habit, he found himself memorizing your features. The curve of your nose, the exact hue of your skin. The way you smiled and laughed.

Why didn’t you smile at him like that? The answer was obvious, but not to him. Eventually he developed a kind of jealousy, a desire to be noticed by you in a way that wasn’t entirely negative.

But he’d never actually put in the work to do that. His version of showing his newfound affection is continuing his snide comments, but with some odd twists.

“Wrap it up already, mesh’la-troan.”

Compliments, and always in Mando’a. You’d ask the others what they meant, and they’d just look at each other with a little grin.

“Crosshair said that?”

Tech was actually the most welcoming; or at least he claimed to be. When he heard you’d be joining the team, he was supportive.

“Having a designated medic is advisable for any operative group,” he had told his brothers.

But whenever you’d try to treat him, he’d backseat-doctor the entire time. You could tell that, internally, he was still getting used to not having to act as the medic anymore.

For that reason he was also a very difficult patient. You once caught him trying to put a dislocated knee back in place by himself, and he insisted that he “knew how” when you tried to intervene.

“I know that you know, but just let me help you!” you pleaded, pulling his hands off his leg.

He just sighed, gritting his teeth and letting you do your thing. Through all the pain, your words repeated in his head. He reflected that you never talked down to him while he tried to tell you how to do your job; but you never really did what he said, either.

You were aware of his knowledge, and you acknowledged it. But you knew what you were doing, too. As difficult as it was, he realized that he’d just have to trust you.

He tried talking about other things when you’d treat him. You were a good listener, though you may also have been considered a captive listener.

Sometimes you’d reference the things he said to you offhandedly. When you returned to a particular planet, you’d spout off a few facts that he’d told you before.

He found himself telling you more and more, trying to see what you’d remember. Or perhaps it was just the feeling that you were actually listening to what he was saying and keeping it in your head.

Once, while he was ranting to you, he let it slip.

“The population of one of the planet’s moons is considered to be the most attractive in the galaxy, though I’d argue that you hold that title.”

You had stopped moving, looking up at him with wide eyes. He glanced away, clearing his throat and continuing his rant with bright pink cheeks. You just smiled to yourself, giving his arm a subtle squeeze.

Hunter was a little intimidating sometimes; as the sergeant of the group, he had a certain air of authority about him, which did nothing for your confidence. That, and the fact that he was deadly silent around you.

You knew that he had something to say whenever you’d treat him, but he wouldn’t be saying it to you.

You would overhear him once in a while talking to his brothers about you, though. Mostly neutral or even positive comments—genuine or not, you weren’t sure. Maybe he was just trying to get the others to come around. At least at first.

It took a long time for him to warm up to you. Perhaps it was seeing how his brothers opened up to you, or perhaps it was the way you never gave up on him, but at last he came around.

You always talked to him while treating him, but never expected him to reply. Mostly you were just explaining whatever you were doing to him. He never seemed to care, and would just nod and let you do your thing.

Eventually you noticed a change. It was subtle, but it was there. He’d sit closer to you on the cot. He’d actually reply verbally when you tried to talk to him. And all that praise that he’d use to warm up his brothers, he actually said to your face.

“Thanks. You do good work.” Then he smiled.

He’d pat your shoulder or your head next. Then he’d actually start calling for you when he needed you, or when his brothers did.

“There you are. We need you.”

You blinked at him, hands freezing on your kit. He nodded at you with a grave face, reaching out to you. You smiled, stepping closer and opening your kit. His hand rested on the small of your back for a moment before he stepped away, letting you get to work.

His words rang in your head; they were genuine, not just him trying to get his brothers to like you.

Privately, they were all thinking the same thing. They did need you; you were a fantastic medic, sure, but you were something more to them. You represented safety. You were what they fell back on after a harsh beating, physically or mentally.

Because at the end of the day, they knew they’d be returning to you, and that you’d be waiting with open arms and a smile that made their hearts hitch.

might make a part 2 to this honestly, I had a lot of fun with this :D but take care lovelies, and ty for reading!! <3

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Sweet Treats

Kinktober '24 - size kink/praise kink

Wrecker× F!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 7.5k whoops this was meant to be short

Summary: You're living on Pabu and can’t keep your eyes off Wrecker since he arrived. You’re a bit shy but you got the notice that you can move back into your rebuilt house in Lower Pabu so you ask him if he could help you moving.

Notes: Whoha, that was a long unintentional break. A few of my scripts for Kinktober were a lot longer than what I usually write and editing them kinda overwhelmed me. Then when I realized I was behind my self imposed schedule, I kind of beat myself up for it and abandoned all the fics. I didn’t allow myself to write something new cause I had a bad conscience, I felt like I had to finish the Kinktober fics and the asks before I deserved to write something new. I felt like I had failed and didn’t want to look back and it took all my joy of writing. But over the holidays I read through some of the scripts, realized that some of them were good and deserved to be finished. Also the world is a cruel place and we all deserve a bit of unhinged smut with our favorite clones to brighten the mood. So I guess we’re doing Kinkanuary now?! The first script that I finished was Wrecker and while it was obvious to pair him with a reader that has an undiscovered size kink it is important for me to add that he is so much more than just his size and I hope I managed to write it like that. Also I thought he deserved a girl that is good at baking, so reader is a baker on Pabu. As far as tags go we have: mutual attraction, idiots to lovers kind of, oral f! and m! receiving, vag.fingering, vag.penetration, wrecker has a big dick and we all know it, reader maybe enjoys choking on his cock a litte, mutual size kink, praise, lots of praise, Wrecker talks you through it, he’s the praise king, you can’t change my mind. Also no beta, otherwise these longer fics would never see the light of day.

You first noticed Wrecker the day after he and his family had arrived on Pabu. His sheer size made him impossible to miss, but it was his laugh that caught your attention—deep and warm, like the comforting roll of distant thunder. You were setting up your stall at the market that morning, arranging fresh loaves of bread and pastries on wooden trays, when his booming voice echoed across the square.

At first, it was hard not to admire him from afar. Wrecker had a way of filling a space—not just with his size, but with his energy. Whether he was hauling crates of supplies or chatting with the locals, there was an openness to him, a joy that made him stand out. Everything about him exuded warmth and strength—from the way he carried children on his shoulders to how he lit up the room with smiles and his easy humor. It was hard to believe someone that enormous could be so gentle, but Wrecker was all contradictions, and that only added to his charm.

You’d caught yourself staring more than once, your hands dusted with flour as you pretended to be busy with your goods.

The first time he approached your stall, he was grinning from ear to ear, his broad shoulders nearly blocking out the sunlight.

“Wow, that smells incredible,” he’d said, leaning in to inspect your display.

You’d smiled nervously, brushing off a bit of flour from your apron.

“Thanks. Anything catch your eye?”

“All of it,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, y’know. What d’you recommend?”

That first exchange turned into many. Wrecker became a regular at your stall, always stopping by to buy something and chat. Sometimes, he’d stay longer than necessary, munching on a pastry while leaning casually against your counter.

“Y’know,” he said one day, his mouth half-full of a jogan bun, “you’ve got magic hands to make something this good. Ever thought of teaching someone?”

You’d laughed, shaking your head. “Not sure you’d want to learn—kneading dough isn’t as exciting as whatever you get up to with your brothers.”

He grinned.

“Hey, don’t knock it. Bet I’d be pretty good at it. Got the muscles for it, after all.”

You couldn’t deny the way his easy compliments and lingering glances made your heart race. There was something about the way he looked at you, his warm brown eyes soft and inviting, that made you feel special. But no matter how many times he came by, no matter how often he found reasons to linger, he never asked you out.

And you, a bit shy and unsure, didn’t dare make the first move either. So you stayed in this quiet, unspoken dance of stolen glances and friendly conversations, savoring the moments you got to spend with him and wondering if he felt the same pull.

But you often caught yourself daydreaming about him when you saw him around town or relaxing at the beach, how it would be to be held by him, how easily he could just scoop you up and carry you around, how it would feel to cuddle against his broad chest, how safe and loved you would feel in his arms.

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The late afternoon sun bathed Pabu in golden hues today, and the warm breeze carried the scent of the sea up into the town. Despite the sun slowly setting, it was still hot, and you started packing up your stall. As always, all your cakes and cookies were sold, but packing up took longer than usual because you were distracted.

You’d caught a glimpse of him on the on the other side of the town square—Wrecker, unmistakable, towering over the others at the bustling marketplace. His boisterous laugh echoed as he navigated the narrow stalls, his broad shoulders making him stand out no matter where he went.

It was Taungsday market, and he always came to your stall on Taungsday. But today you had almost given up hope. You glanced down at the small box you’d tucked carefully behind the counter. Inside was a meiloorun cookie, Wrecker’s favorite. You’d saved it for him, just in case.

As you started loading the last of your trays into the cart, you heard that familiar laugh. Your heart leapt, and you turned to see him striding toward you, his grin wide as ever.

“Hey!” Wrecker called out, his deep voice carrying easily over the market noise. “Almost thought I’d missed ya!”

You smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“I thought you had, too but I saved something for you.”

His eyes lit up as you reached for the box, handing it to him with a shy smile. “One meiloorun cookie, just for you.”

He took the box, opening it with the excitement of a child.

“Aw, you remembered! Thought I was too late, been busy helpin’ out with the building of the new communal space.You’re the best, y’know that?”

He popped the cookie into his mouth, groaning appreciatively.

“Perfect, as always.”

The compliment made your cheeks warm, and you busied yourself with stacking empty crates to hide your nerves.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Wrecker noticed your cart piled high with boxes and trays.

“Need a hand with all this? Looks like a lot for one person.”

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a leap of courage.

“Nothing I can’t handle here, all the boxes are empty, but actually, I was going to ask if you could help me with some heavy lifting later.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Oh yeah? What kinda heavy lifting?”

“Well…” You glanced down, suddenly unsure how to phrase it.

“My house in lower Pabu—it’s finally been rebuilt after the sea surge. I just got the notification that I can move back in a few days ago, I’ve already brought some stuff over but I’ve got some furniture and boxes I can’t manage on my own.”

Wrecker beamed, his broad smile making your nerves melt away.

“Course I’ll help! Wouldn’t leave ya to handle that alone. When d’you need me?”

“Tonight, if you’re free?” you asked, trying not to sound too eager.

“Tonight works,” he said with an enthusiastic nod.

“Tell ya what—I’ll help you load up here, then I’ll get the fish to Hunter real quick and I’ll head over to your place. Deal?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his generosity.

“Deal. Thank you, Wrecker.”

He picked up two of your heaviest boxes like they weighed nothing, his muscles flexing under the strain.

“No big deal,” he said, winking at you. “Anything for my favorite baker.”

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The small apartment had grown unbearably hot as the afternoon wore on, boxes stacked high against the walls, and the thought of finally spending time alone with Wrecker filled you with a nervous excitement. You smoothed your hands over your tunic, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. Any minute now, he’d be here.

You’d been thinking about him all afternoon, replaying your conversation from the market in your head. He’d made you promise to teach him baking once you had your bigger kitchen back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been teasing or if he really meant it. The way his grin had softened as he spoke to you, the way his golden eyes held yours just a little too long—it was enough to leave your chest fluttering.

A heavy knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts, and you scrambled to answer it, heart racing.

When you opened the door, there he was. Wrecker’s broad frame filled the doorway, the last light of the day casting over his shoulders. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt again, and the sight of his muscular arms had you biting the inside of your cheek to keep from staring.

“Hey,” he said, his deep voice warm and cheerful. “You all ready for me to get you movin’?”

You nodded quickly, stepping aside to let him in.

“Yeah, almost everything’s packed. It’s just the big stuff now. Thanks for coming.”

He gave you a lopsided grin, shrugging easily.

“Course. Gotta make sure you’re all set up for bakin’. Besides,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck, “I like being around and helpin’ you out.”

That made your breath catch, and you busied yourself with stacking some smaller boxes to cover your flustered reaction.

“Well, I appreciate it. Especially since the couch is going to be a nightmare to move but it’s the only piece of furniture I could salvage after the surge so I don’t want to give up on it.”

Wrecker chuckled as he surveyed the space. “Couch, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

As he started lifting boxes onto the heavy-load cart, you found yourself sneaking glances at him. The way his muscles flexed with every movement, the easy way he handled the heaviest loads—it left you a little breathless. When the last box was stacked, all that remained was your old, oversized sofa, with it’s wild mix of colorful cushions, many of which you had made.

“Guess it’s just this beast left,” Wrecker said, turning to you with a playful grin.

“Yeah,” you said, fidgeting with your hands. “I’ve been dreading moving it. It’s so heavy.”

“Ah, not for me,” he said confidently, stepping over to it and giving the armrest an experimental tug. Then he paused, glancing back at you with a sly grin.

“You’ll still teach me bakin’, right? Once you’ve got that big ol’ kitchen?”

His question caught you off guard, and you blinked at him. “You really want me to teach you?”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck again, his grin softening. “I think it’d be fun. You’re good at it, and I… y’know, I like watchin’ you do somethin’ you’re good at, spendin’ some time with you.”

Your heart skipped, and you felt your cheeks heat. “I—yeah. I’d like that.”

Wrecker’s grin widened, and he turned back to the couch with renewed enthusiasm.

“Alright, let’s get this thing outta here, then.”

He braced his massive hands under the couch, muscles rippling as he hoisted it up like it weighed nothing. Your jaw dropped slightly, watching the ease with which he maneuvered it toward the door.

“Maker,” you muttered under your breath, eyes trailing over his biceps and broad chest.

Wrecker paused, tilting his head toward you with a crooked grin.

“What’s that? Did you say somethin’?”

You shook your head quickly, heat rising to your cheeks.

“No! Just, uh… impressed, that’s all.”

He turned fully to face you, the couch still balanced effortlessly in his arms, and his grin widened.

“Impressed, huh? ”

Setting the couch down gently, he stepped closer, his golden brown eyes glinting with mischief. He towered over you, his presence filling the room as his grin softened.

“You’re blushin’,” he teased, his voice dropping an octave.

“I am not,” you shot back, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“You’re cute when you try to deny it,” he murmured, his gaze locking with yours.

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you forgot all about the move, your world narrowing to the warmth of his smile and the steady confidence in his voice. Wrecker had a way of making you feel seen, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from his soft lips and as he leaned down just slightly, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking the same thing you were.

His gaze didn’t waver as he studied your face, a mix of amusement and something softer in his golden eyes. The room felt impossibly warm, and your heartbeat was echoing loudly in your ears.

“Y’know,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost shy, “I’ve been wantin’ to spend more time with you. Not just like this—helpin’ out and all. But, uh, I didn’t know if you’d want that.”

Your breath caught. “You… really?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, his grin softening into something more tentative.

“I mean, you’re always real nice to me, and Hunter said he thinks you like me but I figured maybe you’d think I’m… too much or somethin’. Big guy like me, not exactly subtle.”

You shook your head quickly, your words tumbling out before you could stop them.

“Wrecker, you’re amazing. You’re sweet and funny, and you’ve been so kind to me. Honestly, I’ve been hoping you’d…” You trailed off, suddenly unsure how to finish.

“Hoping I’d what?” he asked, his voice low and full of curiosity.

You bit your lip, gathering your courage.

“Hoping you’d ask me out.”

Wrecker’s eyes widened slightly before his face broke into a wide, toothy smile that made your knees weak.

“Well, why didn’t ya just say so?”

“I don’t know,” you laughed nervously, “I guess I didn’t want to make things awkward.”

He let out a soft chuckle, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Awkward? Nah. I like ya, and I’ve been thinkin’ about askin’ ya for a while. Guess I was just nervous too.”

The thought of Wrecker—this towering, confident, wonderful man—being nervous to talk to you was almost too much to believe. You smiled, feeling your chest warm at his words.

“Wrecker…” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” His voice was a low rumble now, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel like the only person in the galaxy.

“I guess I’ll have to take the first step, then.” you said softly, meeting his gaze.

Before he could respond, you leaned up on your toes and pressed a quick, tentative kiss to his cheek. His skin was warm, the scar slightly rough under your lips, and you pulled back just enough to gauge his reaction.

Wrecker looked at you startled for a split second, then he leaned down and captured your lips with his. His mouth was warm, firm but gentle, and he tilted his head just enough to deepen the kiss. The world around you disappeared as you melted against him, your hands instinctively reaching up to grasp his broad shoulders.

The kiss quickly turned more heated, his massive hands finding your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You could feel the solid wall of his chest against you, the strength in his arms as he held you close. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, seeking entry, and you gasped, allowing him to taste you fully.

"Maker," he groaned against your mouth, his voice rough and husky, "feels so good."

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as his hands roamed lower, resting on your hips and pulling you against him in a way that made your knees go weak. His sheer size, the way he enveloped you so completely, had your mind spinning.

"Wrecker," you breathed, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His golden eyes burned with heat, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

You could feel the sheer power in his grip, restrained but ever-present, and it made heat pool low in your belly.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, concern flickering through the intensity in his gaze.

"Better than alright," you murmured, running your hands over his shoulders, down his chest, marveling at the sheer size and warmth of him. Your fingers trailed lower, brushing over the hard planes of his abdomen, and you felt him shiver under your touch.

"Careful," he said, his tone half-teasing, half-warning.

"You keep doin' that, and I might not be able to stop."

"Maybe I don't want you to," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes darkened, and his grip on your waist tightened slightly.

"You sure about that? Don’t want me to take you out for dinner or somethin’ first?."

You shook your head, your breath catching as his gaze flicked back to your lips.

"I'm sure."

With a growl that sent shivers down your spine, Wrecker kissed you again, harder this time, his hands sliding lower to lift you effortlessly into his arms.

The strength in his grip made your stomach flip as he carried you toward the couch he had just moved and abandoned next to the door, laying you down gently before hovering over you, his hands braced on either side of your head and his massive frame blocking out the rest of the room.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, ya ?" he asked, his voice softer now, his concern evident despite the heat in his gaze.

“Yes," you said without hesitation. The way he said it with so much affection made your pussy throb and you had to press your thighs together for some desperate needed friction.

His grin turned feral, and he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, this one deeper, hungrier. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve with a reverence that made your heart ache.

"Gonna have to be real careful with you," he murmured against your lips. "Don't wanna break my pretty little thing."

The thought made your core clench, and you arched into him, your hands tangling in his shirt as you pulled him closer. You’d spend too many nights hot and bothered plagued by dreams of him touching you, making you feel good only to wake up feeling needy and empty. Getting yourself off hasn’t helped much, sometimes made things worse, it was him that you wanted. Now that you had him so close to where you wanted him, the last thing you needed was him to be overly careful.

"Don't be too careful," you teased, your voice a mix of need bordering on desperation.

Wrecker chuckled, the sound low and delicious.

"Careful, sweetheart. Keep talkin' like that, and I might forget my own strength."

His kisses trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. He pulled back briefly, his gaze raking over you with such intensity that you felt like you were being consumed.

"Take this off for me?," he said, tugging at your tunic.

You complied quickly, your fingers trembling as you pulled it over your head. Wrecker's breath hitched as his eyes roved over your bare skin.

"Perfect," he said, his voice reverent.

His hands followed his gaze, calloused fingers brushing over your breasts, your hips, and finally settling on your thighs. He knelt in front of you, his massive frame making you feel even smaller.

"You're gonna let me take my time with you, aren't you?" he asked, his hands sliding up your legs.

"Yes," you breathed. "Please."

"Good girl," he said, and the words sent a shiver down your spine.

Wrecker's hands slipped under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down in one smooth motion. His touch lingered on your thighs, the heat of his palms searing into your skin. He let out a low, appreciative hum as he took in the sight of you.

"You're so pretty, even prettier than I’ve imagined" he said, his voice soft but filled with a hunger that made your cheeks flush.

"Gotta admit, I've been thinkin' about this for a while."

He leaned back, his hands working at the hem of his shirt. When he pulled it over his head, your breath caught in your throat. His broad chest and shoulders were a sight to behold —muscle stacked on muscle, his skin marked with faint scars that only added to his rugged appeal and a dusting of dark hair covered his chest, trailing down in a line that disappeared beneath his waistband.

Your gaze lingered on his powerful arms, his biceps flexing slightly as he tossed the shirt aside. You‘d seen him on the beach but to have him so close was different. You couldn't resist reaching out, your fingers brushing over the hard planes of his chest. His skin was warm, firm beneath your touch, and the contrast between his sheer size and your smaller hand was intoxicating.

"Maker," you murmured, your fingers tracing the line of his pecs and down to his stomach.

"You're incredible."

Wrecker grinned, his golden eyes alight with a mix of pride and amusement.

"You like what you see, huh?"

"Very much," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitantly let your hand trail through the dusting of soft curly hair and over the big scar that went across his whole chest, that seemed fairly new as it was still raised and had a pinkish glow.

„Had to fight a Dryax to get that, when we rescued ’mega“ he said with a sheepish grin.

His large hand wrapped around yours, guiding it lower, letting you feel the strength in his abdomen and then further to the huge bulge in his pants.

“Look what you’re doin’ to me” he said enjoying the look on your face “but first, I’m goin’ to take real good care of you if you let me”

Your fingers brushed over the thick, firm ridge straining against his pants, and you couldn't stop the shiver that ran through you. He was so wide, the sheer girth of him making your hand feel small as you tried to take in the size of him. The light linen fabric did little to hide the heaviness beneath, and your fingers traced along the outline, marveling at how impossibly thick he felt.

A surge of heat pooled low in your belly, the wetness between your thighs growing as you imagined what it would feel like to have him stretch you open. The weight of his cock, the thickness pressing against your palm, made your pulse race, every nerve in your body thrumming with anticipation. This was even better than your dreams.

Unable to form coherent words you nodded.

Wrecker leaned back over you, his hand cupping your face again while his other slid down your body, giving one of your nipples an experimental pinch and then lower between your thighs. His fingers, thick and calloused, parted your folds with surprising gentleness. He groaned as he found how wet you already were, his thumb brushing over your clit.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So soft, so ready. That's all for me, isn't it?"

"Yes," you gasped, your hips bucking slightly into his hand.

"Thought so," he said, his voice thick with pride.

After a few slow rubs over your clit he slipped one finger inside you, the thickness making you moan. He worked it slowly, his thumb circling your clit in tandem.

"Feel so tight around just one," he murmured, almost to himself. "Gonna have to relax you real good before you’re gonna be able to take all of me, sweetheart."

You whimpered, your hands gripping his shoulders as he added a second finger, stretching you even more. The delicious burn made your toes curl, and you couldn't stop the broken sounds spilling from your lips. You’d have to apologize to your neighbors tomorrow and hopefully not for the last time, but nothing a good cake couldn’t fix.

"Look at you, takin' my fingers so well," Wrecker praised, his thumb pressing down just enough on your clit to send sparks of pleasure through your body. He trailed kisses down your neck until he reached your breasts and let his tongue swirl around your nipples.

"Such a good girl."

"Wrecker," you moaned, your head falling back against the couch.

"That's it," he said, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside you.

"Let me hear you, sweetheart. Don't hold back."

The pressure built quickly, your body arching into his hand as he worked you with a focus that made your head spin. When you finally came, it hit you hard, a wave of pleasure that left you gasping for breath.

Wrecker groaned as your walls pulsed around his fingers, his hand slowing but not stopping as he drew out every bit of your release.

"Beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe. "You're so beautiful when you come."

He pulled his fingers from you slowly, bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, his golden eyes locked on yours as he did. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, leaving you aching for more.

"And you taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"Wrecker," you said, reaching out for the bulge in his pants, your voice shaky but filled with need. "I want all of you."

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you, his lips claiming yours with a possessiveness that made your heart race.

"Oh, sweetheart," he said against your lips, his voice low and rough. "You'll have all of me. Just hold on tight."

Wrecker leaned back, his massive frame towering over you. He pulled his pants down, his thick, hard length springing free. You couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of him, your eyes widened in shock as they took him in.

"You okay, sweetheart? We…eh…we don’t have to…you know," Wrecker asked softly, his hand cupping your cheek.

The gentleness in his voice was such a stark contrast to his overwhelming size that it made your heart ache in the best way.

His cock, already fully hard, rested against his stomach, thick and heavy. You couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, your mouth going dry at the sight of him. He was enormous-more than you'd ever taken before-but the challenge sent a fresh pulse of heat through your core.

You slid off the sofa onto your knees right before him.

"What're you doin', sweetheart?" His voice was deep, a little rough, but the warmth in it softened the question.

You didn't answer right away, your hand trailing down to wrap around his shaft. Or at least, as much of it as you could manage-your fingers couldn't even close around him.

Wrecker sucked in a sharp breath at your touch, his head tipping back slightly.

"Maker, you don't have to _"

"I want to," you interrupted, your voice soft but firm.

"I want to make you feel good too, Wrecker."

The golden warmth in his eyes softened even more.

"Alright, sweetheart. But don't push yourself, yeah? Just... take your time."

You nodded and leaned forward, pressing an experimental kiss to his flushed, leaking tip. His cock twitched in your hand, and he groaned low in his throat. Emboldened, you parted your lips, licking gently along the sensitive head before wrapping your mouth around him.

The stretch was intense-almost too much. Your jaw ached immediately, and you could barely take his tip. Even then, it felt like your mouth was impossibly full.

Your tongue swirled tentatively against him as you tried to adjust to his size.

"That's it, just like that," Wrecker murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. He cradled your cheek in his big hand, his thumb brushing softly against your skin.

You bobbed your head slightly, taking him a little deeper. But it was no use. The moment he hit the back of your throat, you gagged, pulling back quickly with a gasping breath. Drool slipped from the corner of your lips, trailing down your chin as you stared up at him apologetically.

"Hey, hey," he said immediately, his thumb wiping away the spit on your face. "You alright?"

You nodded, though your chest still heaved as you caught your breath. But despite your struggles, almost choking on his cock was incredibly hot in a filthy way you hadn‘t know you had in you.

"I'm okay," you rasped, your voice rough. Then, with a small smile, you added,

"You're just so... big, but I like it. A lot."

Wrecker chuckled, the sound low and affectionate.

“You’re not just sayin’ that, right? I don’t wanna hurt you.” he teased gently, though his concern remained clear in his eyes.

“No, really, I like it” you assured him.

"Don't push yourself, sweetheart. Just do what feels good for you."

Determined, you tried again, focusing on his tip and swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge. Your hand worked his shaft, stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth, and you tried to relax your throat as you took him deeper.

But it was impossible. He was too thick, too long.

Every time you tried to take more, you felt like you were going to choke. Instead, you focused on his tip, sucking and licking at him while your hand squeezed him firmly at the base.

"That's it," Wrecker groaned, his voice growing rougher. "You're doin' so good, sweetheart. Feels... stars, feels incredible."

His words spurred you on, and you worked him with more determination, drool slipping freely from your lips as you hollowed your cheeks. The taste of him, salty and heady, made your thighs clench together.

"You're somethin' else," he murmured, his big hand smoothing over your hair. "So sweet, so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Maker, you're perfect."

Your cheeks burned at his praise, but the heat only drove you further. You wanted to make him come undone. But as you tried to take him deeper again, you gagged once more, your hands trembling as you pulled back, gasping for air, but the throbbing between your legs betrayed you.

Wrecker's hands were on you in an instant, pulling you up into his arms and cradling you like you weighed nothing.

"That's enough," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Don't push yourself, sweetheart. You're already drivin' me crazy."

"But I didn't-" you started to protest, but Wrecker silenced you with another kiss, this one slow and deep.

"Don't need anything else, sweetheart," he murmured against your lips. "Just you. Always just you."

His hands roamed down to your hips, his strong fingers kneading your skin. You could feel him pressed against your stomach, hot and heavy, and a thrill shot through you at the thought of taking him inside you.

"Let me," you whispered, your fingers trailing down his chest to the line of dark hair that went down over his abs.

"I want you, Wrecker. Please."

His golden eyes darkened, his breath hitching as he studied your face.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, your lips curving into a small smile.

"I've never been more sure. I want to feel you inside me."

With a low groan, he lifted you effortlessly and carefully placed you on the sofa, lining you up with his cock. The tip nudged against your entrance, and you shivered as the thick head stretched you open. The sensation was overwhelming, but the way he held you, the way he looked at you, made you feel safe.

"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his voice soft and steady as he lowered you slowly onto him.

"Don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart."

"I will," you promised, gripping his shoulders for support.

Wrecker eased forward, the thick head of his cock slowly breaching you further. The stretch was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made you gasp. He froze immediately, his brows furrowing with concern.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"Yes," you assured him, your voice breathy. "Just... give me a second."

He nodded, his hands resting on your hips, holding you steady.

"Take your time, sweetheart. No rush."

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to relax around him. After a moment, you nodded, and he pushed in a little more, barely an inch, before stopping again.

"Maker," he groaned, his head falling back as he tried to keep still. "You're so soft and warm. Feels incredible."

You whimpered, the sound making his grip on your hips tighten slightly. "Wrecker, feels so-"

"Tight?" he interrupted with a teasing grin, his voice laced with pride. "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm bein' real careful with ya."

The burning of the stretch was so intense, pleasure mixed with pain but the pleasure was slowly taking over and you couldn't help but whimper softly, your forehead resting against his shoulder.

"You're perfect, it’s okay if you can’t take all of it" he said, kissing you softly.

After a few more moments of slow, shallow movements that didn’t get him further, you looked up at him, determination flickering in your gaze.

"Let me get on top."

His eyes widened slightly.

"You sure? I don't wanna_"

"I'm sure," you said, cutting him off. "I know it’s gonna feel incredible, I can do it. Please."

Wrecker stared at you for a moment before nodding, shifting so he could help you switch positions. You straddled him, your knees pressing into the couch on either side of his massive thighs.

"Alright, sweetheart," he said, his hands settling on your hips.

"Take it slow. You're in control now."

You nodded, your hands braced against his chest as you began to sink down onto him. The angle was better, letting you take him a little more with each inch. His fingers flexed against your hips, his jaw clenching as he held himself back.

"Maker," he groaned, his head falling back against the couch.

"You're takin' me so well. Look at you, sweetheart."

You whimpered, the stretch almost too much, but the heat in his gaze spurred you on.

"So big, but feels so so good," you whined, your nails digging into his chest.

"You're doin' perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "Just look at how you're takin' me."

You tried to relax around him and let the weight of your body do the work. With a final push, you sank down completely, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he filled you to the hilt. You could feel every inch of him, the sensation overwhelming but so good, unlike anything you had ever felt. You were sure if he hadn‘t made you come already you would have exploded into a thousand pieces then and there.

"Maker," Wrecker groaned, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "You did it. You're takin' all of me, sweetheart. Can't believe it."

You moaned breathlessly, your head falling forward as you tried to catch your breath.

"Told you I could."

He grinned up at you, his golden eyes shining with pride and affection.

"You're amazin'. Absolutely amazin!

You started to move, slow and careful, lifting yourself slightly before sinking back down. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure through both of you, and Wrecker's praise only made it better.

"That's it," he murmured. "You're so good to me, sweetheart. So damn good."

You rolled your hips slowly, letting Wrecker's thick cock stretch and fill you completely with every motion. The intensity of it all-his sheer size, the overwhelming fullness-had you gasping and moaning with each descent. His big hands never left your waist, steadying you as you moved, but he didn't push, letting you set the pace.

"You feel so good, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice low and thick with need. "So tight around me. Maker, it's almost too much."

"It's intense," you admitted, your voice shaky as you braced your hands against his chest for leverage.

"You're so big, Wrecker. It's-" You broke off with a gasp as you sank down again, taking him fully. "Kriff, it's so good."

His golden eyes were fixed on where your bodies joined, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"Look at you, takin' all of me," he murmured, almost in awe. "You're perfect, sweetheart. Absolutely perfect."

You whimpered at his praise, the heat in his gaze sending a rush of pleasure straight to your core. The stretch was so intense, so delicious, that every movement sent sparks of pleasure skittering through your body. But as you started to slow, your thighs burning from the effort, Wrecker chuckled softly, his hands tightening on your hips.

"Let me help you," he said, his voice gentle despite the hunger in his tone.

Before you could protest, he easily lifted you, his strength effortless as he guided your movements. He raised you off of him slightly, then lowered you back down, filling you again and again with his thick cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the way he controlled your movements perfectly timed to hit every sensitive spot inside you.

"Wrecker," you gasped, your fingers digging into his chest as pleasure built inside you.

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble.

"Let me take care of you. You're so good for me. Feels so good, havin' you like this."

The rhythm he set was steady but deep, each thrust making you cry out as the intensity grew. His cock stretched you in ways you'd never felt before, every inch of him filling you completely. You couldn't think, couldn't speak, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of him. All you could get out were pathetic whines.

"You're amazin"" he said, his golden eyes locked on yours. "Can't believe you're mine right now."

"Wrecker," you moaned, your voice breaking as the tension inside you reached its peak. "I'm so close-"

"I've got you," he promised, lifting you one more time before slamming you down fully, his cock pressing against your cervix, holding you there as you came undone around him.

Your climax hit hard, for a moment everything was dull before you slammed back into your body clenching around him as waves of pleasure rippled through you.

"Maker," he groaned, his grip on your waist tightening as your release triggered his own. He thrust up into you one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you.

You collapsed against his chest, your body trembling as you tried to catch your breath. His hands moved to your back, holding you close as his broad chest rose and fell beneath you.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice full of concern despite the hoarseness from his release. “Didn’t hurt you?”

You nodded, your cheek pressed to his chest.

"More than okay."

Wrecker shifted slightly, still buried inside you, his warmth filling you completely. He seemed hesitant, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back as he searched for the right words.

"Listen, uh..." He cleared his throat, his deep voice unusually tentative.

"I, uh, I really like ya, don't want this to just be... y'know, a one-time thing."

You lifted your head to look at him, his golden eyes avoiding yours for a moment before he finally met your gaze.

"I've never really had somethin' like this," he admitted, his voice softer now. "Never had the chance durin' the war. But I want it, with you. I don't just wanna fool around. I want... more."

Your heart swelled at his words, the vulnerability in his usually confident demeanor making you fall for him even more. You cupped his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek.

"I want more too," you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity.

Relief washed over his face, and he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

"Good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips.

''Cause I'm not lettin' you go now."

He shifted beneath you, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer to his chest, his cock slipped out of you and with it a rush of your mixed juices. For a moment, you thought you could stay like this forever. Completely blissed out, safe in his arms, your head resting on his chest and his cum trickling out of you.

You basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking for a little longer, but then he softly tilted your chin up to make you look at him and chuckled softly.

"As much as I like havin' you on me, sweetheart," he said, his voice still deep and husky from earlier, "we're both a bit of a mess. How about we clean up?"

You hummed in agreement, still half-lost in the warmth of his embrace.

"You mean you don't want to sit here sticky all night?"

He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"As temptin' as that is, nah. C'mon, I'll help."

Before you could protest, he effortlessly scooped you up, cradling you against his broad chest as he stood. His strength still amazed you, the ease with which he handled you making your cheeks flush.

"You didn't have to carry me," you said, though you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

"Maybe I like carryin' you," he replied simply, his golden eyes meeting yours with a fondness that made your stomach flip.

He carried you into the bathroom, setting you down gently before starting the shower. As the water warmed, he turned back to you, his hands sliding up to carefully unclip the claw that held up your hair and set it aside.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his gaze roaming over you with unguarded affection.

You felt your cheeks heat at his words but didn't have time to dwell on it before he stepped under the spray with you, pulling you close again. The warm water cascaded over both of you, washing away the evidence of your earlier passion.

Wrecker's hands were surprisingly gentle as he lathered soap over your skin, taking his time as he worked. He made sure to check in with you, brushing his lips against your temple as he asked,

"This okay, sweetheart?"

"More than okay," you whispered, leaning into his touch.

When you returned the favor, your hands roamed over his muscular chest, tracing the lines of his scars and the soft trail of hair leading down his stomach. You allowed yourself to look at him openly, instead of just stealing glances. His tattoos caught the light, drawing your attention, and you couldn't resist brushing your fingers over one.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his grin widening when you bit your lip and nodded.

"You're gorgeous, Wrecker," you admitted, feeling your heart swell as he leaned down to kiss you, the water cascading over you both.

You both stepped out of the shower, the cool evening breeze brushing over your damp skin as you padded across the organized rows of neatly labeled boxes that Wrecker had stacked earlier. The faint scent of soap lingered between you, and the soft light in the room made everything feel warm and intimate. You opened a box marked linens and found a towel, wrapping it snugly around yourself before handing another to Wrecker. He grinned, his eyes lingering on you as he rubbed the towel over his broad chest and shoulders, water droplets glistening against his tanned skin.

Digging into another box labeled clothes, you pulled out an oversized shirt and shorts for yourself, slipping them on quickly as Wrecker stood there, still completely at ease in his nudity. His gaze softened as he reached for your hand, pulling you closer.

“You look happy,” he murmured, his thumb brushing along your knuckles.

Your heart fluttered as you tilted your head up, your damp hair sticking to your cheek. Wrecker leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed, just full of quiet affection that made your chest ache in the best way. You smiled against his lips, your hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

"So, uh, I’m kinda hungry, I was thinkin'.." he began, his tone a little hesitant, "how'd you feel about dinner? With my family, I mean. We can eat and you can stay with me and then we get you movin’ first thing in the morning?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Dinner with your family?"

"Yeah," he said, his golden eyes flicking to yours.

"Hunter's probably cookin' the fish me and Cross caught today, and Omega's always wantin' to meet new friends. I think they'd love you. I mean, who wouldn't?"

Your chest filled with warmth, the sincerity in his voice making you smile.

"I'd love to, Wrecker."

His face lit up with the biggest, most genuine smile you'd ever seen, his happiness contagious.

"Really? You mean it?"

You nodded, brushing a hand over his cheek. "Of course."

He let out a laugh, spinning you around once in his excitement before settling you back against his chest.

"You've just made me the happiest man on Pabu," he said, his voice full of joy.

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