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The Batch Comfort You
Word Count: 2.1k Pairing: One excerpt for each of the boys Warnings: Nada Anon requested the Batch reacting to you saying, "I'm so stupid! Seriously, how can you stand to be around someone like this?" So here we go
You'd made another mistake, adding to the already colossal pile of ones you'd made recently. And worse, your whole team lay witness to the most recent. Upon landing for refuel, everyone besides you took the opportunity to stretch their legs. Everyone else except for one.
"You shouldn't let it get to you." They said, seeing that you were clearly still upset. "Just let it go."
In a burst of misdirected frustration you snapped at them, "I'm so stupid. Seriously, how can you stand to be around someone like this?!" You stormed off towards the ship's exit.
Tech
Tech watched you slump against the Marauder’s step. Your elbows were resting on your knees while your head hung between your shoulders. A quick shake ran through you, a suppressed heave marked only by the fast motion.
Gripping his datapad tighter, Tech considered what to do. This was an irregular response from you and not one he necessarily knew how to navigate. But he was certain of one thing.
Tucking his datapad away, Tech descended the stairs and took up a seat next to you.
You were quick to duck your head into your hands, but not quick enough for Tech to miss the wet streaks staining your face. Turning his eyes forward, Tech afforded you what little privacy the situation allowed.
The technician rubbed his hands over his thighs, preparing himself one last time before saying, “It is not unusual for one to become frustrated with one’s flaws and mistakes.”
One might describe that sound you made as a choked laugh, others may have called it a sob. Which it was, Tech could not say for sure.
“Flaws and mistakes.” You parroted in a cracked voice. “Two things I’m full of.”
Tech glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “Yes. As all humans are.” Your answer, another strangled sound, gave Tech pause. Running his hands over his thighs in another soothing motion, he clutched his knees. His attempts at helping were clearly doing the opposite.
Maybe if he tried another approach… “By chance, do you know the definition of ‘stupid?’” Tech asked.
On an exasperated sigh, you lifted your head to finally turn your tear stained, blotchy face to Tech. “Lacking knowledge and making mistakes.”
Tech made a thoughtful hum and pivoted slightly to face you. “You are partially correct. However the complete definition would be ‘having a lack of intelligence or common sense.’”
You blinked before giving an empty shrug and scoffing. “How is that any different?”
Tech bit the inside of his cheek, this topic was quickly putting him out of his depth. But he wanted to help - to see you happy and sure of yourself again.
Clearing his throat, Tech looked away momentarily as he asked. “Do you find me intelligent?”
“Of course.” You replied without pause.
Turning to face you again, Tech hummed, “Well, I am currently struggling to comfort you at this moment.” He rolled one shoulder in a half shrug. “Some might surmise that is a result of lacking common sense and, by definition, that would make me stupid.”
“Tech you are not stupid.” Your tone was defensive, almost offended that Tech would insinuate such a thing.
“Neither are you.” He retaliated.
You blinked once, then twice, and a wobbly smile cracked to the surface. “Thank you, Tech.”
Tech smiled, patting your shoulder before using you as support to stand up. “It is something I am happy to remind you of in the future, should you need it.”
Wrecker
Wrecker trailed after you, taking steps two at a time to cut your path short. You stood on the last step, eyes cast downwards and shoulders shaking. Wrecker’s heart ached as he realized you were trying so hard not to cry.
“Hey, hey.” He said as took your hand in his. As he feared, even your hand was shaking. Wrecker knelt to the ground, gently guiding you down with him. “What’s all this all of the sudden?”
You blinked, attempting to keep back the tears, but it didn’t stop the sob to come. “I’m sorry.” Your voice warbled. Shaking your head, you kept your gaze lowered. “I can’t even keep it together.”
The large man extended a hand to tilt your chin up with a knuckle, but you still refused to meet his gaze. Wrecker took his knuckle and brushed away a few tears only for more to take their place.
“You’re not stupid.” Wrecker said firmly.
Unconvinced, you whispered back, “You’re my friend- you have to say that.”
“Oh, no I don’t.” Wrecker twisted on his heals, pivoting to get in your sights and finally pull your watery attention to him. When you met his gaze a wide grin spread across Wrecker’s face complimented by a wink. “I’m saying it because I know it.” Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Wrecker got to his feet and extended a hand, palm up, to you
“Besides,” Wrecker started saying in a light tone, wiggling his fingers in invitation to you. Rolling your eyes, you conceded and placed your hand in his. Wrecker immediately lifted you to your feet. “I like you ‘cause of the way you make me feel.” He stood on his toes to playfully whisper, “And for how pretty you are.”
You scoffed hard, giving him a light push back. The blush his compliment gave you only made your face all the redder. “Well that doesn’t make me feel better. You’re half-blind, Wrecker.”
Wrecker chuckled triumphantly. “Ha! There it is.”
“What?”
Using both hands, Wrecker held the side of your face, still damp from crying, and touched the corners of your mouth. “Your smile.”
Again, his comment made your stomach flutter. You hadn’t even realized you were smiling.
Echo
Echo caught you by your elbow, pulling you back to meet his eye.“Oh no you don’t.” He said in an almost scolding tone.
“Let go.” You grunted as you tried to pull away, but Echo held fast. Your eyes darted between his hold on you and his eyes.
Turning you to face him fully, Echo pressed on, “You can’t give up every time it gets tough.”
You recoiled. “I’m not giving up.” You were quickly going from upset to offended and Echo could see it. The situation didn’t call for the militant approach.
Echo sighed, releasing you as he did. “A bad situation got the better of you and you call yourself stupid?” The cyborg gave a disapproving shake of his head. “That’s giving up on yourself.” His call out instantly deflated what little energy you had left. Watching your shoulders drop, Echo thought to himself, Softer, soldier.
Coming to your side, Echo placed a hand on the small of your back, mumbling softly. “C’mon.” Guiding you into a chair near the nav screens, he took a seat across from you.
“Listen,” Echo’s voice was softer than usual. He leaned in to touch your knee, continuing, “Not everything is going to go well, that’s just a fact of life. But all you can do is learn and move on. So, stop beating yourself up so much.”
Somehow he was riling you up further. It was as if you were offended he would even try to challenge you on this. You leaned in sharply, hissing, “I do move on. Then I mess up and I move on and mess up again. And on and on I go with a trail of fuck ups behind me.”
“There are wins in there too.” Echo challenged, firming his grip on your knee. His hazel eyes darted between yours, his features softening as he chuckled, “Your enemies better be glad for all this self doubt of yours.” He patted your knee and leaned back in his chair.
“Why?” You asked hesitantly.
“Because if you believed in yourself half as much as I believe in you, there’s nothing you couldn’t do.”
Warmth bloomed in your chest. Your eyes fell to where his hand had been, considering what he just said. Your stomach flipped over when you met his eyes again. “You really mean that?”
“I really mean that.” He’d barely gotten the words out when your arms made it around his neck. Echo sat still, hands flared at his sides, as you nestled into you.
“I can do that.” You said into his shoulder.
Echo softly smiled, allowing his hands to rest on your back. “Do what?”
He felt you smile into his neck as you said, “Believe in me like you do.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Echo hummed, leaning his head against yours.
Crosshair
“Oh, get over it.” Crosshair’s snarky tone stopped you mid step. Turning back, you watched him prop out a foot and put a toothpick between his lips. “Something went wrong. It happens. Moping about solves nothing..”
Your lower lip wobbled as you took him in. Tossing a hand in his direction you said, “You are good at everything you do. You’ve no idea what it’s like to be like me.”
A snarl curled Crosshair’s lip. The reaction wasn’t meant for you, but for whoever made you believe you were less. He rolled the toothpick in his mouth to one side before removing it completely.
Stepping forward, Crosshair pointed the toothpick at you and drawled, “Stop the dramatics, you’re fine the way you are.”
The realization that Crosshair was complimenting you pricked you with shame. You must look pretty pathetic for Crosshair to be pitying you. Your lips pressed into a tight line in an attempt to hold your composure. “You don’t mean that.”
Crosshair’s eyes momentarily widened. He was used to you fighting and your strong spirit. Hearing you sound so defeated - so worn down - pulled at something in him. He closed the gap between you and muttered. “I don’t lie.”
His sudden proximity caught you off guard and brought with it the smell of mint and gun oil. You couldn’t control the reflexive inhale you took. If nothing else, he did a fine job of distracting you. You were so distracted you flinched when he rested a hand on your head.
Gently, he stroked his hand over your hair. “Everyone has their moments.” A soft smirk perked his lips as he added, “Even me.”
“You’re being awfully nice.” You said softly, sounding more breathless than you had intended
Crosshair’s smirk grew. Snorting, he flicked you in the forehead. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
Wincing as you rubbed your forehead you asked, “Then you mean it?”
Groaning, Crosshair rolled his eyes and pulled you by the chin. “I won’t say it again.” He said gruffly. In a lighter tone he continued, “You are not stupid. You’re fine the way you are.”
The sniper paused, watching as your words sunk in. He was starting to enjoy seeing these new expressions. He just needed one more push. “Got it, sweetheart?”
His words sent a chill up your spine. A satisfied smirk settled on him as heat singed your cheeks and ears. “Much better.”
Hunter
Hunter let you go, but kept an eye on you as you made for the outskirts of camp. He knew what it was like to be mad with yourself and he knew sometimes a little space helps. Eventually you did make your way back inside.
You checked for Hunter, hoping to sneak over to the fresher without his notice. Until you were toweling off your face, you thought you’d succeeded. Until you lowered your towel, found Hunter standing a few paces away and nearly jumped out of your skin.
He raised his hands, one holding a warm cup of caf and the other holding a ration bar. “Easy there.” He chuckled warmly.
A flush crept up your neck as your earlier shame reared its head again. Twisting the towel between your hands, you nervously laughed out an apology. Nodding to the items he held, you asked, “Afternoon snack?”
Hunter didn’t answer, but smiled at you and nodded towards the bunks as he stepped back towards them. For a moment you forgot your embarrassment and followed Hunter to the bottom bunk. He put the food in your hand and gestured for you to sit. Once down, Hunter sat right up against you and put the warm cup in your free hand.
You stared at your now full hands for a few blinks before looking back at Hunter with more confusion. With a soft laugh he wrapped an arm around you. “Feeling better?”
You silently nodded in response for fear of your voice cracking.
Hunter seemed pleased, having contemplated during your absence how best to comfort you. Not one for many words, he resorted to simple gestures. “Decaf,” he mentioned, tapping the rim of your mug. “A warm drink and a bite to eat always seem to help.” He began gently rubbing your arm in a comforting rhythm.
“Hey.” Hunter’s voice dropped to a softer tone, “You’re not stupid. You do your best everyday. You might not see it, but we all do.” He gave your arm a light squeeze and added, “So, have a little more faith in yourself.”
Your eyes fell to the caf and ration bar again, your grip on the cup tightening. “And what if I keep failing?”
Hunter shook his head, “That kind of thinking doesn’t do anyone any good.” He leaned forward to catch your eyes. “All we can do is keep going and try to be better.”
Clearing the lump forming in your throat and took a sip of the warm drink. Hunter was right, the caf did help.
@baddest-batchers
Absence//Fonder Pt. 2
Summary: The boys surprise you with a trip to your home world and a vocabulary lesson.
Pairing: The Bad Batch x medic fem!reader (pronouns she/her, no physical descriptions, no y/n, pet names)
Warnings: Crosshair, angst (not much I swear!), fluff so sweet you’ll need your dentist, sweet kisses ( the smut happens in chapter 3 😏) but MINORS DNI
Written while listening to “Tell Her You Love Her” by Echosmith
Series playlist can be found here!
Part 1 Part 3
Word count: 3132
Crosshair had been called many things in his life. Talented, cocky, aloof to name a few. No one had ever called him a coward though. It was in his very nature to look at the impossible and find a way.
The odds didn’t matter.
He and his brothers had faced forces that would have given much larger squads pause, and they’d never hesitated. Never felt like they couldn’t get the job done.
Yet there he was, stomach twisted into knots, muscles in his legs twitching with the desire to bolt, afraid. Not afraid of a battalion of clankers, rollies, and spiders.
No. He was afraid of a nat born medic, who clutched Wrecker’s arm like a lifeline during turbulence. A medic who could sew up her own wounded leg without batting an eye, but would discharge her blaster at the sight of an insect. A medic who was the epitome of soft, yet had the power to crush him in the palm of her hand.
He’d never told anyone he cared for them, nor had he asked anyone what they felt for him. Quite frankly he didn’t give a fuck. The fleeting attentions of strangers, whose names he would forget immediately, had been more than enough to scratch the well-concealed itch for a semblance of connection.
Now, you were ruining him without even trying. Punching a hole straight through his carefully crafted armor. Making him weak.
And in a few moments, depending on your reaction, you could break all five of them. Clone Force 99 could be brought to its knees by you in a single instant.
He watched his brothers as they led you towards the location Tech had chosen. Excitement radiated off of you like a sun’s rays. He would never admit it, but he was dying to be wrong this time. He wanted to believe that you could love them. That you could love him.
Blindfolded, you were unable to see the looks of hope and affection etched onto their shared features. You were simply excited for another adventure with them. Hunter’s hands rested securely on your shoulders with your hands over them.
The sergeant had woken you up upon landing with a bandana in hand.
“We’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, as you got dressed.
“Really?” you asked, mind racing as you tried to imagine what it was. It wasn’t your birthday, their decant day, or any other holiday. Not that it mattered. The fact that the five of them had formed a plan to surprise you damn near made your brain short circuit. That showed a level of care and consideration you had rarely even received from people you were seriously dating.
“Yep, gotta make sure you don’t peek though,” he said waving the bandana.
You resisted the urge to make a filthy joke about being tied up for them and instead turned so Hunter could tie the bandana on. The world went dark, and you took a nervous breath until you felt Hunter’s hands on your shoulders, and you relaxed. He would never let anything happen to you.
“Where’s my bucket?” You asked, suddenly feeling naked without it.
“You won’t need it here,” Hunter said, steering you towards the door.
“Is this some kind of initiation thing?” you asked, breaking the silence. “Testing my bravery to prove I’m one of you?”
Wrecker snorted, “That’s a pretty good idea! We could dangle you over a cliff by your ankle?”
“If I don’t scream, I’m in?” You asked with a giggle.
“Grow up, you two,” Crosshair said, and you swore you could hear him rolling his eyes.
“…yes.” Wrecker whispered in answer to your question, setting off more giggles.
“We’ve got a little hike coming up, so one of us will carry you,” Hunter said, as you all came to a stop.
Even blindfolded you knew where all of them were by their steps. You reached for Wrecker, but Hunter caught your hand.
“Wrecker’s got his hands full,” Hunter said, and you could hear a smile in his voice. It made your stomach flip with excitement.
“Ooooh, the plot thickens.” You stepped forward and instead found Tech’s shoulders, wrapping your arms around him. You made a soft noise of surprise, as he grabbed your thighs, and hoisted you off the ground easily.
“Are you comfortable?” Tech asked.
“Yes, sir,” you reply, face pressed against the side of Tech’s helmet.
You hum softly, listening to the sound of your squads’ steps, mind conjuring all sorts of fantastic scenarios for what they could have planned.
It was quiet and warm, and you could hear their boots crunching over dry ground, so you knew you weren’t on Kamino. You had been sleeping for the majority of the trip, and blindfolded before stepping off of the ship, so you couldn’t use the stars for clues.
You hummed softly as the trek continued, occasionally grinning when Wrecker would chuckle at some joke from Echo you couldn’t quite make out. You were close to beginning a round of “Are we there yet?” when Tech stopped, and slowly released his grip on your thighs.
“We have arrived at our intended destination,” he said, as you got your feet under yourself after several minutes of being carried.
Hunter removed the bandana, and you looked around. A small city twinkled in the valley below your position atop a massive hill. You looked to the rich blue night sky above, and connected the stars. Your brow furrowed a moment before the realization hit you. You were home…well, your home world. Home was the Marauder now. A lump formed in your throat, and tears pooled in your eyes.
“You brought me home?” You asked, turning to face them, smiling even as the tears poured down your face.
“We missed you, and we thought this would be a good welcome home surprise,” Echo said.
“It was Hunter’s idea,” Tech supplied.
“Oh, Hunter, this is perfect!” You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest. “Thank you.”
Hunter held you close a moment, before releasing you slowly to smile down at you.
“This is a pretty special spot, you know?” You asked tucking your arms behind your back and rising up on the balls of your feet.
“Yes, I selected it for that very reason. The local population has designated this as a place to share important news with loved ones,” Tech said, clearly proud of himself.
“Right as always, Tech,” you beamed at him. “Planning to share some news?”
“Actually we thought today might be a nice day to teach you some Mando’a, so you know what we’re saying to you,” Hunter said nodding towards Wrecker, who took a deep breath and stepped up to take your hands.
“Finally!” You cheered, buzzing with excitement.
A bright smile lit up your features as you looked up at him. He smiled warmly, eyes roaming your face. You’d only been gone a couple of weeks, but Wrecker had missed you fiercely every moment.
“Well, we call you ‘mesh’la’ cause it means beautiful. Easy to see why. You are beautiful inside and out,” Wrecker said before taking you gently by your arms and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Your heart jumped and your breath hitched. You cleared your throat and said, “I knew I liked that one.”
He smiled warmly, and stepped to the side, gently guiding you to Echo, who took one of your hands next. He rested his scomplink against your waist, and you held his bicep, as you beamed expectantly at him.
“We call you ‘saraad’ because it means flower. You make every place you’re in brighter, more alive.” Echo kissed your forehead, and you felt anticipation buzzing in your chest. Your heart beat faster than before, as Tech took his place before you could even react.
“Senaar’ika means little bird. You are always eager to take flight whether you are ready or not. Brave, reckless to be certain, but brave nonetheless,” straight to the point as ever, Tech pressed a kiss to your cheek.
You released a shuddering breath, your face warming up under their gentle affections. Am I dreaming? You thought, now scared to move or speak for fear of breaking the spell they were weaving around you.
Hunter hesitated only a moment before resting a hand on your waist, as the other cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your cheekbone. Your eyes met his, as you placed your hands on his chest and held your breath.
“‘Cyare’ is one you’ve heard more and more lately. The closest word in basic is beloved,” Hunter said, and you knew he’d heard your heart skip a beat before racing away.
“You’re special to us, and we want to keep you close…closer,” Hunter took a deep breath, his warm brown eyes held yours. “We’ve fallen for you, and we hope that’s ok. Nothing has to change if you don’t want it to.”
“You’ve fallen for me? I-, I…I can’t even…” you stammered, simultaneously thrilled and confused. You took a deep breath, lifting one hand to rest over his against your face, the other sliding up to caress his face.
“Is it ok, if I kiss you now?” He asked. You nodded immediately.
He smiled and leaned down to press his lips to yours. You didn’t wake up. His arm wrapped around your waist, and you knew it was real. He pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours.
“Been wanting to do that for awhile now,” he confessed.
“That makes two of us…or maybe 6 of us,” you said with a nervous laugh.
You’d thought of no less than a dozen different scenarios when Hunter had blindfolded you, but you never imagined this could be a possibility. Not even in your wildest dreams did you allow yourself to believe that the 5 amazing men standing before you could care for you the way you cared for them.
There’s a relieved sigh from behind Hunter, and you leaned around him to see Crosshair properly. His eyes were taking you in much like he had upon your return. Drinking you in while he figured out what to say. You looked up at Hunter, and he nodded, stepping back to give you a path to Crosshair. Taking a deep breath, you make your way towards the sniper.
For the first time since you met him, you reached for Crosshair, taking hold of him with confidence. Your eyes met his, a light smile playing on your lips.
“Any special words you wanna teach me, Crosshair?” You asked, hoping your voice was steady.
“You already know my favorite word for you. The one that’s been going through my mind since you left,” Crosshair said quietly, bringing his lips within an inch of yours.
“And what word would that be?” you asked, moving closer to let your lips brush his.
“Mine,” he said before closing the distance between you, kissing you with relief. The first kiss had been almost hesistant, as a part of him was sure he was stealing affection that wasn’t meant for him. But it was meant for him. You wanted him…all of them. You weren’t running away or pulling back. You were in his arms, holding him close like he belonged to you.
Wrecker cleared his throat noisily, and Crosshair broke the kiss to give him a look.
“Just for that, you can go last,” Crosshair sneered, guiding you towards Tech, who pulled you close and let his arms settle comfortably around your waist. Just like before your arms rested over his shoulders, this time your fingers carded gently through his hair.
“I hope that you will be willing to answer a few questions for me, senaar’ika. I have been compiling data for quite some time, and despite today’s success, I still have some theories to test in order to draw definitive conclusions.”
“I’ll indulge your experiments, if you’ll indulge mine,” you said with a mysterious little smile.
“Well, of course, I am more than happy to assist in the pursuit of knowledge,” Tech replied. Happy with your response he leaned in to brush his lips softly over yours. You whined, wanting more, and he pressed closer, letting you feel his need for you. Tech’s kiss was just like him, a curious exploration that left you giddy.
He pulled back, and opened his mouth to say more, but Wrecker cut him off, “Maker, Tech, you can talk her ear off later. We’ve still got another thing to give her!”
“Despite the rudeness of his delivery, Wrecker is correct. We do have another surprise for you,” Tech said, releasing you slowly, as Echo moved close to pull you into his arms.
“I almost slipped up and kissed you last night, so I may need to make up for that,” Echo said, before kissing you slow and deep. You were so sure your heart was actually going to break its way out of your ribcage if they kept going at this rate.
“Stars, Echo, I can think of a few more things for you to make up,” you said breathlessly, as he pulled back with a grin.
“Finally!” Wrecker said, spinning you around and scooping you up into his arms to press the softest kiss of all to your lips. He handled you with such care and affection, you couldn’t help but sigh happily against his lips.
“Kriff me, if I’d known this would happen, I’d have left sooner,” you said with a laugh, as Wrecker set you back down on your feet.
“Well, no more running off to help Cody because we missed you too much,” Wrecker said, caressing your face gently.
“I promise I won’t be doing that again for quite some time,” you confessed.
“Good, because Cross here, was worse than usual,” Hunter teased.
Crosshair scowled and folded his arms. “Just tell her the next surprise.”
“You belong with us no matter what, so Crosshair gave your helmet a little update,” Echo said from just beyond Wrecker, where Hunter and Tech had set up a fire, and a tent. You suspected that’s what had kept Wrecker’s hands full.
Echo straightened up and passed you your bucket. You looked down at it, and a smile slowly spread across your face. A tiny skull and a 99 now adorned your helmet like a kiss on the cheek.
“Cross, you did this for me?” You asked, turning to the sniper. It was difficult to tell in the low light, you could have sworn he was blushing.
“We thought you might like it,” Hunter said.
“I love it.”
***
The six of you gathered around a happily crackling fire, as you finally answered all of their questions about your time away. Crosshair watched you with rapt attention, appreciating all of your little quirks, as you discussed the missions you’d participated in, including the one that had resulted in your injury.
“Still pissed you got shot. Not surprised though. That always happens with regs,” Wrecker said, tightening his hold on your waist, as he held you to his side.
“Hey!” Echo said, leaning around you and gesturing to himself. “I’d never let her get shot.”
“You know I don’t mean you, Echo,” Wrecker said dismissively.
“It’s just a scratch, boys,” you laughed. “There’s barely even a scar.”
“We sent you to Commander Cody with no scratches, and we expected you to come back in the same condition,” Crosshair said gesturing at you with a toothpick.
“Though I would have chosen a less objectifying way to phrase it, I agree with Crosshair,” Tech said, looking up from his datapad. “I would have thought you would be in excellent hands with our Marshal Commander, and not in a position to take damage from a sniper.”
“Awwww, did Cody let your favorite toy get all scuffed? You want a new one?” You asked with a teasing lilt to your voice.
Crosshair shook his head slowly. Tech looked offended at the suggestion.
“And have to break in another one?” Hunter interjected. “No way. You’re stuck with us now.”
“Oh no,” you gasped in mock anguish. “Whatever shall I do? Stuck with my favorite people in the galaxy. Torture.”
You draped yourself dramatically over Wrecker’s legs, much to his amusement. His hearty laughter rumbled out of his chest, as he pulled you close to his chest, so you were sitting in his lap.
“Your favorite people? In the whole galaxy?” He asked, his mismatched eyes full of hope as they focused on yours.
“Absolutely. You have been for awhile,” you confessed. “I hated being away from all of you.” You looked around the fire at each of them before bringing your focus back to Wrecker. “I mean it. I don’t wanna do that again for a good long while.”
Satisfied, Wrecker cupped your face and brought his lips to yours again. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you felt yourself relax against him. His lips moved over yours with a gentle confidence that made you hum low in your throat, and press closer to him.
You broke the kiss, as a yawn forced its way out of you. You were still absolutely exhausted. The thrill of their confession had given you the sweetest sugar high, and you were crashing.
“You require rest,” Tech said, “I will take first watch.”
“I’ll take it,” Crosshair said, shooting a glance at Hunter, who had covered him the night before. He’d gotten you all to himself for several hours, and he knew the others were itching to snuggle with you. He was too relieved to be selfish. For now.
You stood up and stretched, reaching for the sky you’d grown up under before wandering over to Crosshair and kneeling down to press a soft kiss to his lips.
“Come snuggle with me soon,” you whispered.
He nodded, as he watched you rise and make your way into the tent.
“We’ll keep you company, Cross,” Wrecker said with a grin, as Tech and Echo followed you into the tent, and Hunter relaxed on his back to look up at the stars.
“Oh goody,” the sniper replied with a halfhearted roll of his eyes.
***
You’d worried it would be awkward, but going to sleep between Tech and Echo felt as natural as breathing. Echo spooned up behind you, your face against Tech’s chest. The three of you chatted quietly for a little while, while their hands moved over your body absently.
You began to drift in and out of consciousness, despite your desire to stay awake and enjoy their presence.
“Sleep, saraad,” Echo commanded gently. “We’ll all be here in the morning.”
“Promise?” You asked sleepily, as you nuzzled against Tech.
“Promise,” He said, wrapping his arm around your waist.
Warm and safe, you left yourself drift away.
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Hello friend! I couldn't find any rules for requests on your blog, so hopefully this one's okay, and if not feel free to ignore it!
Would you be okay with doing a little something based on the idea that all five of the bad batch boys realize that they're all in love with their medic reader? Like maybe they all just KNOW that their other brothers feel the same way about the reader and what they do about it? Do they all talk it over in private? do they just silently start trying to one up each other as a secret competition for her heart? Do they maybe go to the reader themselves instead? Or maybe they decide sharing is caring?? I'd love to hear your take on this concept, headcanons or a fic or whatever you're inspired to do with this idea it's all fine by me!
Please and thank you and also I hope you have a good weekend 💗
I have had the BEST time with this ask, and I hope you love it. This is deffo one I could write about from different angles all day long. I love the boys, but they provide more inspiration than I know what to do with, so this is only part 1 😬 if you had something else in mind, don’t hesitate to let me know. you know I’m always down to write about the boys 🥰
The Bad Batch x afab!Reader
warnings: mention of injury, nothing graphic, poly no clonc*st, Crosshair pining 👀
Part 2
word count: 3721 (*self control left the chat*)
The Havoc Marauder was never quiet, and now was no exception. Wrecker’s snores, Tech’s tinkering, Echo’s quiet muttering in his sleep, the barely audible sounds of Hunter fiddling with his knife. But there was a hole of silence in the quilt of sound, and it was shaped like you. It’s been 15 rotations, not that Crosshair’s counting, without your laugh ringing out, without your back popping loudly as you stretched when you woke up, without your voice whispering his name, as you sleepily let him know it was his turn on watch.
The five of them had been together, and they’d never needed or wanted anyone else in their space, on their team. Crosshair hadn’t even wanted you around at first. Wrecker had warmed to you quickly, but of course a pretty thing like you would never need the hard sell with Wrecker. Hunter had been wary of you, but in an effort to keep Wrecker from getting too attached, he’d inadvertently formed his own attachment to your presence. As for Tech and Echo, they’d kept their distance well enough, but your quiet intelligence, and curiosity had drawn them in.
Crosshair had been the holdout. Incensed by every breath you drew in his presence. The way you checked in with him after every mission, as if he needed you poking and prodding him. But when he needed stitches, you’d asked for permission to help him. If he didn’t want you to touch him, you wouldn’t.
“I’d never do anything without your consent. You’re in control here,” you’d said, holding your kit in steady hands, as you waited for his decision. He’d watched you with rapt attention through the mirror, your fingers resting gently against his skin, as you carefully cleaned, stitched up, and bandaged the wound on his shoulder.
After that, he would silently request your assistance when he needed it, and over time even when he didn’t need it. He would never say it out loud, but bacta patches placed by your gentle hands worked better. Your stitches were nearly painless. And the way you’d hum while you worked…well, that was just adorable.
When Commander Cody had requested you for a short stint, Wrecker had grumbled endlessly, and Crosshair had been the first to tell him to suck it up because you’d be back in their hair soon enough. He needed the space to clear his head, and he hoped the others would come to their senses without you in their presence.
Wrecker admitted to missing you within 12 hours. Tech kept finding excuses to talk about you. Meanwhile Hunter and Echo kept pointing out things you would like, and setting them aside for you. They had also placed bets on when Crosshair would snap and march onto the Negotiator to steal you back. Not that they would be upset if he did.
When it became clear that Crosshair would rather eat his armor than admit to being the least bit interested in you, the four of them had dragged him into the cockpit to decide what they would do when you returned. The feelings were there, and they weren’t going anywhere, but how to proceed.
“We should just come out and say it!” Wrecker said, feeling like the matter was concluded.
“It needs to be a tad more romantic than that,” Echo said shaking his head.
“According to my observations of her, she would appreciate a romantic gesture,” Tech said.
“Flowers?” Wrecker offered.
“She deserves more than flowers for putting up with us,” Echo said laughing.
“We could make a stop on her home world. It’s not too far out of the way,” Hunter added. “I think she’d like that.”
“This is a waste of time,” Crosshair said rolling his eyes. “You’re fooling yourselves.”
“When have Hunter’s senses ever been wrong?” Tech asked not even bothering to look up. “According to what he’s told me, she’s at the very least physically attracted to us. Based on her behavior that extends to an emotional bond as well.”
“What happened to not getting attached?” Crosshair challenged, and his brothers all looked at each other before looking back at him.
“You know you’re not as subtle as you think, Crosshair,” Echo said.
“And if I can tell how anyone’s feeling, it’s the four of you,” Hunter added.
“You’re all delusional,” Crosshair said shaking his head.
“You had her put a bacta patch on your arm last mission, and you coulda done it yourself,” Wrecker said giving the sniper a playful shove.
“She is our medic, she should at least pretend to do a job around here,” Crosshair said defensively. It was a losing battle, and he knew it. The others were blissfully under your spell, but he was not about to let you hurt him. Not about to let you reject him. No matter how badly he wanted you.
But as the clock rolled into the 16th rotation without you, it was Crosshair who hated your absence more than anyone. The others were open about it in their own ways, but he held it close. It was one of the few secrets he’d kept from his brothers. The realization annoyed him, as he swung his long legs over the side of his bunk to take over on watch for Hunter.
Sensing the tension rolling off of his younger brother, Hunter cleared his throat.
“She’ll be back in 2 rotations, and you’ll get to sleep longer again.” He knew it wasn’t sleep Crosshair was after, but it was the best way to let him know you were on your way back without suggesting the sniper actually missed you lest they wind up in another argument.
“Oh good, the little doctor will be back to baby Wrecker again, and you can all confess your love, and live happily ever after,” Crosshair sneered, but Hunter knew him well. There was no bite in his tone, and his face was more relaxed than Hunter had seen it since you waved goodbye and disappeared into the Negotiator.
“She just commed to see if we could pick her up before our next mission, and I almost said no,” Hunter said absently, as Crosshair dropped into the co-pilot’s seat. It wasn’t true, but he could hear Crosshair’s heart racing, his teeth grinding in frustration.
“I thought you were dying to have her back,” Crosshair bit out.
“Well, Cody’s really wanting to keep her, and it would be a great opportunity for her,” This part was true, but he knew he shouldn’t tease his brother this way even though he was sure whatever doubt your absence hadn’t wiped out, would be obliterated by jealousy.
“Commander Cody has a squad of medics. He doesn’t need her,” Crosshair replied, scoffing. The thought of Cody trying to tempt you away from them with a Star Destroyer and a Jedi annoyed Crosshair down to his bones. You wouldn’t be swayed by a big ship, and fancy toys. Would you?
“You’ve got a point,” Hunter began before putting the last nail in the coffin. “He doesn’t need her…maybe he just wants her.”
He could hear Crosshair’s heart thumping wildly, as he tried to maintain his composure.
“Doubt it,” Crosshair grumbled after several moments spent working to unclench his jaw.
“Guess we’ll find out,” Hunter said, rising from the pilot’s chair. “The call’s recorded, so you can watch it, and see for yourself.”
“I’m sure she’ll never shut up about it when she’s back,” Crosshair said dismissively.
Humming softly with a shrug, Hunter said good night, and left Crosshair alone. The sharpshooter waited until he was sure Hunter was asleep before playing your conversation.
As your form appeared, bathed in blue, a smile tugged at Crosshair’s lips. Had you always been this beautiful?
“Hi, Sarge! It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you boys like crazy,” you nearly moaned.
He’d never heard you make a sound like that. He immediately thought of you making that sound just for him, which annoyed him, but he couldn’t stop listening.
“We miss you too, cyar’ika. I’m sure you’re having fun though,” Hunter replied.
“It’s been nice to stretch my legs a bit and put some of the things I’ve learned to use. Commander Cody’s amazing…he’s uh, asked me if I want to stay on,” You look shy, nervous.
“Oh, is that uh, something you’re interested in?”
“Don’t get me wrong the Negotiator is spectacular, and I’ve enjoyed my time with the 212th,” you bite your lip, shifting your weight. You seem unsure if you should continue. After a moment, you pressed on, “but they’re missing a few things I can’t live without, so I’d like to come home, back to the Marauder I mean.”
“We’ll be glad to have you back,” Hunter replied.
“Good,” You look so relieved. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you boys since I left. Are you getting enough quiet time? Are Tech and Echo sleeping? Is Wreck staying out of trouble? Is Cross eating properly?”
Crosshair barely hears the rest of conversation because he can’t get past the part where you miss them, where you were worried about him.
“I’ll be all packed up and ready to go in two rotations. Do you mind coming to get me?” Your needy tone shakes Crosshair out of his thoughts. “I could get a shuttle, but it would take another rotation or two, and I don’t think I can wait that long.”
Crosshair realized he couldn’t either. He needed you back immediately. Sooner, really.
“Of course, doll,” Hunter says soothingly. “Two rotations, and we’ll be there.”
Reassured, your shoulders relax, “Wonderful! I can’t wait to see all of you! I’m sure Crosshair has enjoyed the break from me, but I’ve missed him so much. I miss all of you, Hunter.” Your voice is so tender, it makes his heart clench.
He had not enjoyed the break at all though. Between his brothers giving him a hard time, and wanting you back, he was miserable.
Two rotations. It wouldn’t be long now.
***
Crosshair’s leg was bouncing, as the Marauder docked with the Negotiator. You were so close, almost home.
The five of them boarded the Star Destroyer, and Crosshair’s eyes began searching for you immediately. Cody was there to greet them, grasping Hunter’s arm in welcome.
“Good to see you, Commander,” Hunter said warmly.
“Good to see you too, Sergeant,” Cody began, “I’m not going to lie, I tried to keep your medic. She’s brilliant, and the men adore her.”
“Of course they do,” Wrecker’s pride in you is evident.
“She said the Negotiator was missing a few necessities,” Cody quirked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“She’s quite mistaken. The Havoc Marauder is not equipped with even 10% of what a Republic Venator has,” Tech says, brow furrowed.
“It doesn’t have Gonky,” Wrecker said as though it were obvious.
“It doesn’t have the five of you either!” you quipped, appearing at Cody’s elbow.
“Cyar’ika!” Wrecker bellowed, scooping you up and spinning you around.
“Wrecker!” you squealed as you returned his hug as tightly as you could
Crosshair’s heart was pounding again. He waited at the back of the group, watching his brothers welcome you back. Pressing their foreheads to yours, ghosting their fingers over your jaw, holding the back of your head gently. Then you were standing in front of him. Arms clasped behind your back, not reaching for him as you had the others. Respecting his space as always.
“I’m happy to see you too, Cross. Ready to deal with me every day again?”
“Are you ready to deal with me? All of us, again?”
“Ready and looking forward to it!” Your smile is bright and he nearly reached for you then, but he stopped himself.
“Well, Commander, you know where to find us, if you need us…or our medic again,” Hunter said with a grin.
“It was an honor serving alongside the 212th, Commander. I appreciate the opportunity,” You saluted Cody, and the others followed suit.
“The pleasure was all ours,” Cody returned the salute, and watched as the six of you returned to the Marauder.
***
You’re getting settled back into your space on the Marauder, answering questions from Wrecker, curious about the armory and ordnance, and Tech pestering you for every detail about the Negotiator, as Echo and Hunter wait to get a word in edgewise.
“Come on, boys. Give her some breathing room,” Hunter says, scooting them towards the cockpit, ignoring their protests.
“It’s good to have you back, saraad,” Echo said with a soft smile, that made your heart skip a beat.
You smile fondly at them as they go, going back to unpacking your things, and changing.
Crosshair is in his bunk, pretending he’s not watching you, but he can’t focus on anything else. Every inch of skin you reveal is making his body react. His heart thumping, breath growing shallow, as he drinks you in. This isn’t even the first time he’s seen you naked or changing, but it feels different now. He frowns as he notices a bandage on your hip peaking out of your panties, wrapping around your hip. It’s covered swiftly by the bottom half of a fresh set of blacks.
He slid out of his bunk, and you turned to face him, as you pulled the top half down covering your stomach, hiding your skin from his gaze. Naturally, you stepped back to give him space, and you were pleasantly surprised when he deliberately stepped closer. You looked up at him expectantly, eyes searching his for any hint of what he’s up to.
Crosshair was sure he should say something, but his mind was only offering sardonic quips that would convey the truth, but not like he wanted. He lifted a hand, and tapped your hip softly, fingertips resting against you. This was the first time Crosshair had ever touched you without necessity. Your heart sped up, and you swallowed hard.
“What’s this?” he asked, his voice low and even.
“Rooftop sniper,” you shook your head, folding your arms. “One of the other medics wasn’t as lucky. He was still in the med bay when you came to pick me up. No one could have clocked him to be fair.”
“I could have,” Crosshair said, anger simmering under his even tone.
“Well, there’s only one Crosshair in the galaxy. Next time I leave, I’ll take you with me.” You smiled up at him, but his face held the frown.
“Hey, I’m ok. Still good to do my job,” you added, brow furrowing.
“Fucking regs,” He swore, as he shifted his hand to hold your hip gently like you were a fragile thing. A fragile thing that belonged to him.
You hesitated before resting your hand against his chest, tapping your fingertips against the plastoid.
“Cross, I’m home, and in one piece. How can I show you?”
An eyebrow raised at that, sharp eyes taking you in, lingering on your lips, as they parted, a silent invitation for him. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to yours, begging you to close the distance. You wrapped your arms around his trim waist, as you pressed your lips to his softly.
The ache that had been simmering in his chest since you left is morphing into arousal, moving to settle down in his belly. His lips moved tentatively against yours, teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip.
“Hey,” Wrecker protested loudly. “We agreed we’d all talk to her together, Crosshair!”
The two of you break apart, and you clear your throat, your eyes trained on Crosshair.
“Talk to me about what?” You asked, breathlessly.
“Sorry, doll,” Crosshair said before Wrecker tugged him away in a headlock.
“What are you gonna talk to me about?” you asked again.
“When we get home, cyar’ika,” Wrecker said before turning to Crosshair. “Knew you were full of it, Cross!”
You touch your lips, as you watch the pair of them playfully fighting down the corridor. Did that happen? You pinched your arm as hard as you could, grimacing when it hurt, confirming you were awake, Crosshair had just kissed you. What the hell happened while you were gone? And what did they need to talk to you about?
***
In the cockpit on watch, you relaxed in the copilot’s chair, Tech snoozed gently in the pilot’s chair. It was so good to be home despite the fact that there was clearly something going on with your boys. Your alarm beeped, and you rose from the chair, yawning and stretching ready to trade out with Crosshair, and pass out for a little while.
Hunter intercepted you in the hallway with a grin. “I can’t sleep, so I’ll cover for Crosshair. Go get some rest.” He kissed your forehead, and added, “Good to have you home, Doc.”
“Good to be home, Sarge,” you replied before bidding him goodnight, and heading towards your bunk.
“Hunter?” You turn towards him.
“Hmm?” Hunter asks turning to you.
“What happened while I was gone? Why’s everyone acting weird?”
“We’ll talk when we get back to Kamino. Get some rest,” He says with a mysterious grin that makes you bite your lip.
You pout but follow his orders and head to your bunk. You’re about to climb in when you look towards Crosshair’s bunk. He was the least likely to spill the beans, but he had kissed you earlier. Was that the big secret?
You moved to stand near Crosshair’s bunk. Pushing back the privacy curtain, you whispered his name like you normally would to wake him up for his shift.
“My turn already?” he replied sleepily.
“No, Hunter’s there. I was hoping we could talk about earlier, or we could just sleep,” Even after your encounter earlier, he still made you nervous, and you worried you’d made a mistake until he lifted the blankets, and silently invited you into his bed.
You crawled in, and he lowered the blanket over your body before snaking his arm around your waist and pushing his leg between yours. His muscular thigh pressed up against you, sending a wave of heat through your body. He tucked your head beneath his chin, and it became clear he was not saying a word, so you listened to his heartbeat until you were lulled to sleep.
When you woke up a few hours later, you realized that you hadn’t slept well at all while you were gone. You needed to be crammed into the Marauder with your squad to relax. It helped that Crosshair had held you the entire time, and as you stretched and arched your back you realized he was looking at you.
“Did you sleep well?” you asked quietly not wanting to disturb the others. He simply nodded, his eyes roaming your face, as his hand rested on your waist.
“Good. We should be home soon, yeah?” you asked, rolling onto your back before sitting up.
“Something like that,” Crosshair replied cryptically.
You didn’t bother asking what he meant before sliding out of the bunk, and tossing him a smile.
“I’m going to see where we are. Go back to sleep.”
Once again he nodded, but he knew there was no chance of going back to sleep. Not when he knew what they had planned for the day.
You wandered into the cockpit, taking the co-pilot’s seat next to Echo.
“How was your first night back?” Echo asked smiling as you got comfortable in the chair.
“Cozy. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you guys until I was gone.”
“I don’t think we did either,” he confesses.
“Oh yeah?” You asked, trying not to seem too happy about it.
He nodded, and the two of you were quiet for a moment. As always silence was never awkward with Echo, and while this was no exception, you could feel a tension in the air. It was reminiscent of the one you’d felt the night before when Crosshair had kissed you.
“I don’t suppose I can get you to tell me what’s going on?” You asked, turning the chair towards him and leaning forward.
“Always so impatient, saraad,” Echo says shaking his head.
“I can’t help it. Something’s up. Crosshair has been sweet to me,” you add in a conspiratorial whisper.
Echo huffs out a short laugh.
“Oh has he now?”
“Yeah, and,” you hesistate. You want to keep going, to spill every thought in your head to Echo, but something’s got your tongue. “It’s nothing.” You turn your chair back into place, and ask, “Where are we? How far from home?”
Reluctantly, Echo tears his gaze away from you. He looks over the navicomputer.
“Not far.”
“You wanna get some sleep? I can get us to Kamino safely.”
He raises an eyebrow at that.
“Ok, I can get us there. No promises on the condition,” you concede.
“You’re meant to be resting. Crosshair told us what happened,” Echo trails off.
“I told you he was being sweet to me, but I guess a kiss is a little more than sweet…”
“Kiss?! I meant you getting shot!” Echo hisses trying not to wake the others, as he spins towards you.
“He told you about that?!” You hiss back, spinning towards him.
“Of course he did. Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t wanna worry you guys. Cross was not happy when he saw the bandage, and…”
“Of course he wasn’t. And I’m not happy you didn’t tell us. We could have lost you,” Echo’s eyes are worried, his brow knit together, as he reaches for your face.
His fingertips have just brushed your jaw when the cockpit opens, and the pair of you sit back and look towards the door.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” Hunter says, gesturing for you to follow him.
“I was,” you pout. “I just wanted to see if we were close to home.”
“That’s funny because it sounded like you were arguing about keeping your injury a secret,” Hunter says. Out of everyone on the ship, you never thought Crosshair would be the one to tell on you.
“No, I was just…trying to…ya know?”
“No, I don’t know, senaar’ika. Now get in your bunk and rest your eyes. I’ll wake you the moment we land.”
“Fine,” you relent, and climb into your bunk, and even your racing brain can’t keep you awake.
taglist: @dystopicjumpsuit (not sure if you wanted to be tagged in everything or not, so just let me know 🥰)
👩🎤 I'd love to be added- I absolutely love star wars.
Fandom Friday, 08/09: Fanfiction
Hello again, everyone...and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the two-post series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.
Before we go into the list...I just want to repeat that I'm updating my tag list, so that I can continue to reach those who are interested and possibly strike everyone who isn't from the roster. So, if this still describes you, just drop a rockstar emoji (👩🎤) into the comments or reblogs, and I'll keep on tagging you. If not...just don't like, reblog, or respond to anything, and I'll be sure to scratch you off.
And so, without further delay, here are my fanfiction picks of the week.
THE CLONE WARS
The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @st4rsnf1cs:
THE BAD BATCH
The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @vodika-vibes:
The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @green-alm0nd:
![[Crosshair X gn!reader]: Bigger picture](https://64.media.tumblr.com/189db32b90647423bd1516459d92c746/2a1df379bff25bf5-ab/s1280x1920/0ef83ee7e25e4521ad2277e4814269dded563af9.jpg)
THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY
The Original Trilogy Fanfiction--By @tsotf-fic:
THE MANDALORIAN
The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @stardust-and-snickerdoodles:
The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @whxtedreams:
AHSOKA
Ahsoka Fanfiction--By @illuminatedquill:
In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every week, highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.
Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.
An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.
And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, good morning, and good luck.
No Pressure Tags: @melymigo @algo-o-nada @theosb0rnway @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom
@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenabb104104 @gun-roswell @tazmbc1
@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanfiction.
Okay guys I am half tempted to start writing fanfiction.. but idk if that might be a mistake
I'd like to try, I think main character/s I'd write for are definitely hunter maybe crosshair and the others if I feel like I might be able to
So in terms of this I think I've got a few prompts and ideas to start with but if anyone has any other suggestions then please do let me know and I'll see if I can complete your requests
I don't know how good I am at writing so it may be shit or it may be okay, we will see LMAO but I know I just need more fluffy fics about hunter so I'm gonna take it upon myself to supply more 🫡
But it will most likely take me a long time so bare with me
I miss your amazing works on the Bad Batch being panty snatchers - any updated headcannons/shenanigans around this?
aaah, I haven't updated that trope/series in so long!!! Here's a few NSFW headcanons based on the Batch stealing yo panties.
I'm writing this with the idea that you, the reader, have no idea what's going on, but you're more than welcome to interpret it the opposite way!
Fem reader.
Hunter always feels guilty whenever he steals your panties. He's desperate for that extra material when he masturbates, but oh lord, the post-nut guilt hits him hard. He'll hand-wash your panties before machine washing them, ensuring that they're extra clean. And Maker forbid that a single drop of his cum ever reaches them, else he'll burn your panties and sneakily buy you a new pair.
Echo, similar to Hunter, always feels guilty about stealing your panties. He doesn't get many moments alone, let alone to masturbate, so when he does jerk off, he likes to take his time, and go all out. So, if that means acquiring a pair of your panties to sniff, then fine, he'll do it, for his own pleasure! It's a little selfish, but he always puts them in the wash the second that he's done with them.
Wrecker is often clumsy, but when it comes to committing such a sinful act, he's extra careful. Wrecker won't risk stealing your panties when you're also on the ship, just to be safe. Hell, you'll need to be far away from the ship before he even considers stealing them. But when he does, he goes to town, and the second that he nuts, he often forgets to return them. Sneaking them back into your laundry the next day is always challenging.
Tech is good at being sneaky, but he sometimes lets his confidence get the better of him. You've caught him digging through your laundry basket before, using the excuse of "I was looking for something," before scuttering off. He has one stolen pair that he keeps under his pillow, and uses them over and over until your smell has vanished. So, if your panties ever go missing for days on end, you know who has them.
Crosshair, whilst he is bold and confident, prefers to be sneaky when it comes to something like this. It's weird, isn't it? Sniffing your panties whilst jerking off, all for that extra stimulation. He doesn't often feel guilty of it, just a little... weird? Still, he'll put them back into your laundry basket when done. You can always tell when Crosshair is up to something, as he'll make you caf the next morning - his silent way of saying 'thank you.'
unspoken confessions / crosshair x gn!reader
pairing: crosshair x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has a nickname.
description: you and crosshair are already close, what’s a little closer?
word count: 7,435
warnings: making out – lots and lots of kissing really. mostly fluff with some light angst (if you squint).
it took me a while to love this piece – and i mean like actually like over a month. i was very close to just scrapping the whole thing bc something wasn’t working. so i’m really happy i pushed through and got it to a place where i’m happy and proud of it <3
also posted this on ao3. some of you may have already read it on there sorry i’m posting this a few days late. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated <3
The Marauder sat in an Alderaanian landing bay as the Batch stopped to repair, refuel and replenish supplies after their last recon mission. And you and Crosshair were still arguing about the outcome of your ongoing contest.
Confined to the cockpit on Tech’s instruction while he patched up the hull from droid blaster shots, both of you were in the pilot seats. Crosshair’s feet were kicked up on the control panel, toothpick dangling from his lips with his arms crossed. You sat to his right; the chair turned to face his profile as you sat cross-legged.
“The headshot on that droid was Tech’s, not yours,” Crosshair shook his head, moving the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.
“I’m telling you; it was mine,” you leaned back in your seat and propped up your feet in Crosshair’s lap looking at him with a smirk. “What good are those enhanced eyes if you can’t see me when I beat you?”
“You didn’t beat me, sarad,” Crosshair shook his head, a smile pulling at his lips as he pushed your feet off his lap playfully. “Just admit you lost.”
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Heyyyyy love, I absolutely love everything you write. I have an itty bitty request!
Would you be able to write a cute fluffy fic with a plus sized female reader with tech with just a touch of spice to it?
You could also make it fun and do one for all the batch members?
Please and thank you if you can!! 🥰🥰
*fun fact - I made that tech edit many moons ago so I’m happy to see it still be used! 🥰🥹*
Plus Size***
All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader
warnings: Mild NSFW, suggestive themes, plus sized female reader, confident reader (we’re all beautiful plus size or not!), mentions of a busty reader in some parts. Tech and Hunters parts are with an established relationship, others are not.
Authors note: decided to do small one shots for each of them in this post, write more for Tech and Echo because… it’s them ♥️ hope that’s okay with you @clonehoe- sorry for the wait !!!
Masterlist
Tech
Tech was watching you work with great interest, proud of the progress you had made in learning all the tips and tricks necessary for ship repairs. As he observed you beneath the control panel, clad in a snug tank top and form-fitting black pants that accentuated your every curve, he couldn't help but feel his heart rate skyrocket.
"Has the light come on yet?" you asked, your voice slightly muffled by the spanner between your teeth as you glanced up at him for assistance. The ship was scorching hot and it didn’t help that you were settled on a planet that had two suns to add to the heat. The heat system has always been faulty and despite you telling Tech you wanted to focus on fixing that, he was set in you fixing the hyperdrive first.
"Not yet. Try rotating the wiring counterclockwise. That should do the trick," he replied, his voice strained as he watched you work under his guidance. "There it is..." he murmured, his gaze darting to the lights above the control panel as you worked to fix the hyperdrive. "Good girl," he added, his endearment causing a flurry of excitement in your stomach.
Despite the nickname making you momentarily lose your concentration and hit your head against the side of the panel, you managed to remain focused on the task at hand. "Is it working now?" you asked, seeking confirmation with a smile as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.
"Yes, I have to say, I'm very impressed with your skills," he said, helping you out from under the control panel until you plopped down in a nearby seat to catch your breath.
"Yeah?" you asked, seeking reassurance.
"Absolutely," he replied, though his eyes were preoccupied with the alluring contours of your physique. "Perfect," he added, struggling to meet your gaze.
You couldn't help but smirk as you watched Tech struggle to keep his composure under your teasing gaze. Folding your arms over your chest, you subtly pushed your bust up to enhance your assets, causing Tech to wipe the steam that had suddenly formed on his goggles.
"Anything in particular that you're impressed with?" you asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"W-well, it's hard not to be entranced by you looking the way you do while working under my command," he stammered, sitting up straight and tucking away his data pad. "I've adored your appearance since the first day we met, and seeing you all - forgive me - sweaty and wearing tight clothes is quite a fever dream," he added, his words causing a blush to rise on his cheeks.
You stood up slowly and took a couple of steps towards Tech, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "That's very sweet of you to say, Tech," you replied, your voice dripping with false innocence and a hint of teasing. "I am feeling a little sweaty though. Perhaps a shower would cool me down," you hinted, hoping he would pick up on your not-so-subtle suggestion.
Tech stood up abruptly, his hands flying to your waist and his fingers digging into your fleshy skin. "Perhaps since you helped me repair my ship, I could help you get freshened up," he offered, his lips trailing down your neck and over your chest despite the sweat that covered your skin.
"Eager, are we?" you asked, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and suppressing a sweet sigh.
"Very much so," Tech groaned, holding you as close as possible. The two of you were rarely alone on the overcrowded ship, and with his brothers gone on a mission, Tech wasn't about to waste the opportunity to map out your whole body with his tongue.
Echo
"Trooper, what appears to be the issue?" Your entrance into the medbay had Echo stunned, his eyes locked onto your stunning, curvaceous figure and beautiful eyes.
He found himself gaping, struggling to find his words as he wished he had accepted help from the medical droid instead of being left in this state of awe.
"Trooper?"
Apologising for his silence, Echo managed to inform you of his injury to his femur that he sustained during a mission that had left him more grumpy than usual but your soft smile and calm presence helped to ease his nerves. Though, he was a little preoccupied on how your uniform was snug but not to the point it looked bad. It look really good.
He always took himself for a gentleman but as he gapes at you with hungry eyes, it was hard not to get enthralled by you.
You sat down next to him with a datapad, ready to take notes. "Can you tell me how this happened?" you asked with a soft smile.
Echo explained that he sustained the injury during a mission when heavy debris fell on him. You expressed sympathy and asked, "Are you in any pain, sweetie?" You were surprised by the endearment that slipped out of your mouth, although neither of you mentioned it. Then again, you did think he was much cuter than any other clone he had seen.
"Just a little, not as much as before," Echo replies steadily, hoping his blushing cheeks aren't too noticeable.
"I see. Have you been taking any medication for it?"
“No ma’am,”
You nod in understanding and stand to your feet again, placing your device to the side and slide on a pair of gloves. “Do I have permission to touch your leg to feel for any breaks?”
“Yes please.”
You both blink at one another and the quick realisation of what Echo just said sunk in fast but, you were blushing which was a good sign… wasn’t it?
“I mean, uh, do what you have to do ma’am.” He clears his throat, keeping his eyes diverted away from you but you could only smile at him in return and proceed to gently caress his thigh.
“Does it hurt here?” You ask, adding gentle pressure.
“No,” He says through gritted teeth, absolutely loving the touch of your hands on him - even if you were a stranger and even if it was simply your job.
“And here?” You ask again, applying pressure to a different area and as he winced in pain, your question was answered.
After a few more assessments, you highlighted that his femur isn’t fractured, only bruised and should heal naturally on its own. As you give the diagnosis, it went through one ear and out the other because again, his eyes being to wander and land on your hips as you turn away but caught him looking as you turn back to him.
You place your hands to your hips and smirk, “See something you like, Trooper?”
Echo’s eyes widened and he mumbled a thousand apologies at once, stumbling off the bed and thanking you for the help. You had a inkling that you may be seeing him again sometime. Well, you hoped so.
Hunter
Watching you work out was one of Hunter's favourite pastimes. The day was sweltering, and you naturally dressed in less clothing than usual for your workouts.
"Can I join you?" Hunter approaches you with a grin, sporting nothing but shorts that accentuated his tanned and toned body in the sunlight.
Finding yourself gaping in awe at his body too, you can only smirk back, slipping into a fighting stance and recalling every technique that Hunter had taught you. "How could I say no to you?" You ask and as you move, sweat drips from your body, enhancing your already alluring figure and heightening Hunter's senses.
"Good form," he compliments, stepping closer to you. His tone hints at his admiration for not only your workout performance but also your physique.
"Oh really?" You turn your head to glance at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why don't you demonstrate some other stances for me?"
Hunter relishes in the playful tone of your voice and steps up behind you, placing his hands tenderly on your hips, which he always yearns to touch. "Angle your body to the left and add a bounce to your knees," he instructs, guiding you through the movement. Though he knows you are capable of executing the exercise on your own, he can't resist the opportunity to have his hands on you.
You follow his directions but find yourself a little distracted by his touch. Even with his heightened senses, it feels as though Hunter is transferring his energy to you as his fingers caress the curves of your hips, trailing down to your thighs and back up to your arse, sending shivers down your spine. “Hunter…” you find yourself moaning his name, earning a low chuckle.
“Don’t get distracted by me,” he breathes down the nape of your neck but with his bare torso against your back and his hands roaming your body, it was so hard not to.
Wrecker
Wrecker had always admired your body, but it was your thighs that truly captivated him. At first, he was drawn in by your beauty, and it took some time for him to realize the full extent of his fascination. It wasn't until he saw you wearing shorts to bed one night that he truly understood the power of your curvy legs.
Now, as you lay on your cot reading a holobook, legs propped up in the air, Wrecker found himself once again unable to tear his gaze away from your thighs. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice you watching him until you decide to speak up.
"May I make you an offer, Wrecker?" You asked, and he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice. He cleared his throat and tried to act casual as he responded.
"Sure, what is it?"
"If you promise to stop staring at my legs all the time, I'll let you come over and give them a massage," you smirk, lowering your holobook to look him in the eye. Wrecker felt his face flush with embarrassment. Had it been so obvious that he couldn't take his eyes off you?
He started to stammer out an apology, but you cut him off with a wave of her hand and a soft smile.
"I don't mind," you say, sitting up until you’re sitting on your legs and teasingly entice him over by beckoning him with your finger. “I like to think they’re my best assets,” you comment, patting your legs that made them subtly jiggle which almost made him drop his helmet he was cleaning.
“Well, they are pretty.” He stands and comes closer until he sits on the edge of your bed watching you shift from your current position to you sat with them laid out. “Did ya mean your offer?” He asks, fingers twitching to reach out and touch your skin.
“I did,” you smirk, “go ahead.”
His hands come down to your thighs, large and rough yet gentle as he caresses your skin. He watches you for your reaction and as you tilt your head back and sigh in satisfaction, he knew he made the right choice in accepting your offer.
Crosshair
Crosshair watched as you struggled to hit the bottles he had set up as targets. He shook his head in disapproval and clicked his tongue, his new found admiration for you mingling with his frustration at your poor performance. But, he couldn’t help but also admire the view of you.
"You're doing it all wrong," he chided from the sidelines. To which, you let out a heavy sigh and nearly threw the rifle to the ground in frustration.
"I'm standing exactly where you told me to," you huffed, earning an eye roll from Crosshair. He approaches you, a small smirk on his lips as he positioned himself behind you.
"No, you're not," he teased, but he softened his tone as he sensed your frustration growing. "Stand here," he instructed, pointing to a spot next to him.
Reluctantly, you obeyed, standing close to him as he instructed you to raise the rifle and relax your shoulders. Crosshair watched you with his sharp eyes, feeling a sense of power as he towered over you.
"Okay, now what?" You asked, breath steady as you glanced back at him. You couldn't help but feel weak in the knees whenever he looked at you like that. He always had a hold over you, and him being so close to you now didn't help.
"Don't look at me, look at the target," he commanded. His voice, which usually dripped with venom, was surprisingly soft and alluring.
Turning away, you let out a small and surprised gasp as his hands come to your waist but to your surprise, he let out a small gasp himself.
“Wow princess,” he cooed, his fingers melting against the curve of your body, “I always knew you had a beautiful body but to touch it… stunning.” He breathes down your neck.
Your eyes widened at his words but you succumbed quickly to his touch, your back pressed against his chest as his hands begin to roam your body. “Y-you like my body?” You question with a hint of insecurity but your question is answered as he finally places his lips to your neck.
“I love,” he sighs, caressing your body from over your clothes, “every inch.”
You end up dropping his weapon eventually, it clanging to the floor with a thud and as you go to apologise, he spins you to face him, close and dominant. “Screw it,” he grunts, devouring your lips with his own.
That was enough teaching for one day…
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Hey, can I please request crosshair x jedi!fem reader
Friends to lovers where they have a sparring match together and then realise they like each other? ty so much <33
hehehe this was cute and fun to write
Crosshair wipes blood from his lip after the most recent blow.
“I thought we were pulling punches, cyare,” He sneers, growing more and more annoyed at this sham of a training session.
He doesn’t even understand why he has to train one on one, he’s the sniper of the group and rarely ever actually sees the action up close. It’s quite literally his job to be removed from it and stay vigilant.
“I was,” you chuckle, “You just leaned into it.”
He readies his stance again, knuckles taped and ready.
“What does that mean, cyare?”
He smirks.
“What, they don’t teach you Mando’a in Jedi school? Just little magic tricks?”
You push him back with the force, and then bounce from foot to foot, switching your stance to let him try and get another shot in.
“All magic tricks, Cross.”
He charges, and you block, but just barely. You pivot to avoid another blow, and then manage to get the upper hand when your elbow lands between his shoulder blades.
“How about a bet?” you propose, trying to keep your voice even so he doesn’t know you’re catching your breath. He straightens up, rolling his shoulder back beneath his blacks.
“I’m listening,” he says. He turns to look at you, something unreadable in his expression that you can’t exactly place. Reading emotion was never your strong suit, practice with the force or not.
“If I win this round you have to tell me what that means,” you state plainly. He’d been calling you ‘cyare’ for days without letting you know what it meant, his brothers all giving you looks each time but none of them actually helping you out and explaining the new nickname. Crosshair’s eyes search your face for a moment, furrowed brows warping his tattoo slightly.
“And if I win?” he asks, of course. He’s gotta have an angle in this too.
“I don’t know,” you admit, you hadn’t really been thinking before you spoke, “Anything I guess.”
Famous last words.
Crosshair smirks, and humms. He takes a few steps backwards before getting back into position to fight.
“I’ll take that bet,” he agrees, and lets you get into position as well.
The sparring begins slowly, you circle one another, trying to study all of your possible movements. He lunges, and you easily jump out of his way. You kick, and he dodges just as smoothly. Crosshair charges, and you let yourself be lifted by him, only to hook one of your legs behind his knee and pull. Effectively, he grunts as he hits the ground. You grip his shoulders and shove them to the ground, pinning him.
“You wanna tap out?” you tease.
Crosshair struggles under your grasp, one you know he’s strong enough to break. He’s physically capable of taking you down without the force on your side, but he doesn’t break the hold. He growls under your grasp, but still he doesn’t throw you.
“Fine,” he hisses, and your grasp on him starts to loosen.
You lean in closely into the hold, bold and prideful of your takedown.
“I win,” you whisper, close enough to the sniper’s ear to kiss.
You push yourself back up, still holding yourself over him.
“So what does it mean?” you ask with a smile, ready to hear whatever ridiculous thing it actually means.
Crosshair looks away, his eyes instead focusing on something across the room as he mouths the translation of the word.
‘Beloved.’
Thats the word that his lips formed around. Beloved. Beloved. You frown at the word, not because you don’t want him to say that. Not because you don’t want him to call you that. You want him to look at you.
“Cross…” you trail off, and he turns his head. His eyes look hard, brows set, his lips pressed into a tight line.
“What did you want if you won?”
That unreadable expression returns to his face again, and then he responds.
“I was going to ask if you would forget your code for a night and come relax with us.”
You don’t respond, your frown only faltering, before you decide to move. You use your leg under his for leverage, and pull until you can roll yourself over, letting him shift until he’s on top of you.
Your frown breaks, and maybe you even smile.
“Looks like you win,” you muse, and his scowl breaks as well.
“I let you win the first time,” he says, shoulders shrugging as he looms over you.
Somehow, you knew that already.
“Whatever you say, Cross.”
hellloooo luv >.< could I maybe request a crosshair/shortfem!reader where crosshair has a size difference kink and is obsessed with his small gf? <33 just the sight of you hugging him by the waist and looking up at him with your pretty little eyes as he towers over you would make him lose his mind. thinking about how he would love reminding you how small you are compared to him. he would love how easy it is for him to pick you up and lift you onto him without even trying and just manhandling you and using you anyway he wants. he would love how his big hands look holding onto your small waist (or anywhere on you for that matter), the tummy bulge he gives you, him having to take his time to fit inside of you bc of how big he is and talking you through it. “shhh cyare..you’re doing so good for me..almost there..”. you’re his little princess and he absolutely adores and loves to praise you for how well you take him while he uses you as his own personal cumdump until you’re cock dumb and ruined by him. I need to be manhandled by him in the most disgusting, loving, and sweetest way possible.
Author's Note: This request made me bonk around the room like a fire extinguisher that's been shot
Summary: Crosshair has always noticed how much more delicate you were than him. But when one night he actually, really notices; He can't stop the way he wants you.
Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Reader is 'short coded' but everything else is pretty ambiguous as usual, Creampies, my badboy Crosshair with Goodgirl Reader cliché obsession because my mind cannot know peace, Size Kink, Unprotected sex,
Crosshair doesn't normally use the word 'cute'.
Not much in his life warrants the adjective; and the few things that do, he normally has less than a stellar disposition towards. He almost always says it with venom, meant to insult whatever or whoever it is rather than compliment.
You are a noted exception however, as Crosshair has yet to find an adjective that fits you quite as well as 'cute' does.
His brothers can't even help but agree, as no matter how many times he bites at them to back off with it, they always ruffle your hair or joke about how short you are. He doesn't mind in actuality, they are just being brotherly, but sometimes Crosshair isn't a fan of others pointing out things that only he should be noticing.
Even not that long ago when you'd boarded the Marauder, Wrecker had made yet another comment at how small you were, with a pitch in his voice and an arm around your shoulders. He only stopped when he could feel Crosshair's eyes burning holes into him, but you just waved him off.
Right now his arm is light around your shoulders, as the thumping of club music hums in your ears. The dive bar reeks of greasy food and hard liquor, but you don't mind the change in pace. The weather has been awful lately and with your life busy, coming out and enjoying time in public has been a welcome change. Whether or not you're used to this sort of scene.
Crosshair seems less so, as he looks around the bar seeing the other groups of clones spattered across the scenery. They're all minding their own business, drinking for many of the same reasons you're all out tonight.
"That would involve actually having to try, Wrecker."
You smile and laugh at the largest brother across the table, right shoulder brushing against his ribcage. He has to look down in order to watch your face, as you stay firmly tucked against his side. He hasn't the slightest idea what you're talking about at this point, so he doesn't bother joining the conversation and risk making a fool out of himself.
Wrecker responds, but it doesn't give Crosshair any context as to what the two of you are jokingly fighting about. He's too busy watching the way your head tilts slightly towards him and leans against his body for just a moment.
"Oh, bold words coming from the short stack!" You roll your eyes at Wrecker, one of your hands fiddling with the various scuffs and dents on the Crosshair's thigh armor. He can't feel it other than the light pressure, though sometimes you move enough so that you brush against the black flightsuit between the seams; And that, he can feel.
Wrecker isn't wrong in his comment- you're significantly shorter than all of them, not just him. It's a fact that often lingers in Crosshair's mind, and in a way that nearly always appealing. You always tuck perfectly against his side, a perfect little piece of peace.
It's more than a bit distracting to him, who's found himself more interested in watching your small hands wrap around your glass, more so than his own drink. Everyone's been getting sloshed tonight, but Crosshair's no longer interested in the scene.
He's much more interested in you; As you look down to see his hand fiddling with the soft fabric of your dress.
As he leans in his hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, his lips just barely grazing your skin. He's had one or two drinks, as have you, but no where near enough to get more than the tiniest buzz.
"Let's go."
You can't disagree with him. Hunter is too sloshed to really notice the way the air around you two has been getting hotter and hotter for an hour now, and that Crosshair's hand has been steadily climbing up your thigh. You don't open your legs to let him in, but you still feel the weight of his fingers as you suddenly raise your head to speak up.
"Hey, guys- I think I'm gonna head out for tonight."
Wrecker whines, and Tech bemoans the idea of the two least drunk of everyone besides himself leaving. He was hoping not to be relegated to chauffeur as he is almost every time the Batch goes out, not that he would even drink if he wasn't.
"It's been fun but, I'm getting pretty tired. I'll see you guys later." When Crosshair gets up with you and Tech glances between the two of you confused, you quickly speak up. His hand is on the small of your back, tense with the silent plea of 'hurry it up'.
"Cross is gonna take me home. I'll send him back in one piece, don't worry." It's not as if they can complain about it, as you're always turning around and leaving before they'd theoretically have a chance.
"Slow down," You joke, as the cold air outside hits you. Crosshair just looks down at you from the corner of his eyes, the music still quite loud even from all the way out here.
When you hail a taxi and step in he follows, sliding in right beside you until you're both shoulder to shoulder.
And the whole way there, Crosshair looms. His eyes linger over your form like he's hungry, a stare that's almost physically heavy on you body. You glance up at him once, raising your eyebrows.
But he remains silent; You swear you can hear his heartbeat as the taxi pulls to a stop in front of your building. You've recently moved and you almost don't recognize the place, but it's easy enough to find your way inside once you remember.
Your fingers shake as you punch in the code, feeling his chest brush against your shoulder right blade.
He's so close...
The moment that door closes and locks he is on you, and you reciprocate tenfold. Your arms wrap around his neck tight enough to almost make him need for air, just as desperate for him as he is for you as your lips press against his.
Even for as lithe as he is he still towers over you, pushing your body blindly towards your bed. He knows where it is by heart now, having stayed in your home close to as many times he's slept in the Marauder.
The blankets wrinkle around your form, legs dangling off the edge as he roughly pushes you down only to follow right behind, body looming over yours. Everything here is so soft; Your blankets, your bed, your skin. Crosshair sometimes feels like he doesn't belong, but in the end, he doesn't care.
"You wore this on purpose, didn't you."
He's mentioned this outfit before; It was one that for some reason managed to rev his engine more than anything else you've worn. Maybe it's the red and black, maybe it's the way it lays on your body. Either way, you'd almost totally forgotten he had that reaction to it until right now, as he's busy trying to tear it off you. In a frantic effort you assist, kicking off your shoes and anything else that attempts to get in the way.
"It's not my fault you can't control yourself," You say, feeling his body lay against yours as he unclothes himself.
"Tch," You feel the heat of his cock against your thigh. "Watch your mouth."
Funny how it doesn't sound nearly as mean as that usually would've. You feel the way his cock grinds against you, slick as he slips along your folds.
He pulls away enough so that he can sit on the bed, pulling you towards him the moment he's able.
Your bottom sits the in the dip between his legs, wrapping around his hips. It's almost hard to see his face at this angle, having to lean back just a bit in order to. You also have to as you lift yourself just far enough away to slip a hand between your bodies, guiding his cock as you slowly but surely sink onto him. You can hear him grit his teeth and hiss through them, hands tight on the soft meat of your thighs.
The noise you let out is soft, almost like a breathless sigh as he fully sinks inside of you. Crosshair feels his neck tighten at the sound of it, how cute it is.
But then again you always look cute; The way you get surrounded by his shadow and look up at him, face squished and feeling hot as you bounce on his cock.
Your chest brushes against his, arms wrapping around his neck.
Even sitting in his lap he's taller than you, feeling his hands tightly grip the soft flesh of your waist. Your legs are tight around his hips, and he can feel your hot breath against his skin.
You grip him, nails digging into his shoulders like he's your only weight to this world, cunt tightening around him. Your skin feels like it's on fire, heart pounding in your chest.
When you finally come down from your high you feel Crosshair's hands on your waist, that had for awhile now been partly helping you keep upright. He's so quite sometimes that you can barely tell how he's feeling, that he's finished inside of you but manage to swallow his own moans enough so that you barely even heard it. He liked the sounds of yours more anyways.
Feeling the heat of your cheek as you brush your palm over it, you're glad you left one window open. The chilled breeze is quickly cooling your skin, and the fresh air is keeping your mind from completely fogging over.
"Can you stay the night?"
It's less so an invitation for another round- though you'd absolutely not complain if that turned out to be the case- and more so wondering if you'll be able to steal a rare moment with him. It's not often you get to fall asleep with him, let alone wake up.
Tech is his brothers sober guide as always; He can deal with his brothers while he steals a rare moment for himself.
"Not like they can't reach me if they need me." You'll take that as a positive response, feeling your body slowly lift off of him.
Crosshair often sleeps on his stomach, and as he turns to do so you can see the red, burning lines your nails left on his shoulders and back; And while he's never complained and if anything, seems to enjoy it, you still feel bad for hurting him.
This time you don't comment on them however, instead moving closer enough that he wraps an arm around your waist. Whatever way you sleep the two of you always find a way to tangle together, feeling his warm body against yours in the now cool air of your bedroom.
You think you hear him say something, but you're too close to sleep and it's too quiet for you to hear, as you finally drift off.
I always imagined Cross' eyes to be sensitive and get strained sometimes and when they do he'd turn into a teddy bear or smth he'd just want to cling to you and bury his face into your shoulder to keep the light away while so needy for cuddles or hugs and his squad is just like
🕴 that our Cross?? (bc before he met reader if his eyes got strained hed be the most grumpy gremlin his brothers have ever met)
Author's Note: This is so cute!! I love the idea that Crosshair has eyes just as or close to as good as Hunter's thanks to his enhancements
Summary: Crosshair might be a loner but even he knows that sometimes tender loving care is what works best.
Relationships: Crosshair/Gn!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sensory overload, fluffy, Crosshair being a grumpy little shit that needs cuddles,
-Hey. You busy?
Looking over at your datapad you see a message from Hunter, before glancing back at your computer. Hunter knows damn well that you're always busy, it's more so a matter of if you're too busy to sneak away and do whatever he has in mind.
Well, your work is practically done, so you'll message back in a few minutes once you're free. Because you know damn well that once you start with them, you'll be roped into whatever mess is currently happening. Before you have a chance to finish however, Hunter gives some much needed context to his earlier message. Not too much, however.
-Come here and help deal with Crosshair.
Since when did you become the resident sniper tamer?
Though Hunter knows you well enough, as even though you don't respond, you quickly finish up what you've been working on before getting up. Their barracks are a good ways across the base so it's a decent walk, enough that you can send a quick message.
-On my way.
Part of you is curious what in the galaxy could warrant such am urgent sounding message from Hunter; Though you'd probably never be able to hazard a guess. Hunter doesn't respond, largely because he knows you'll be there the moment he does. Their barracks are a good ways out of the way, but the walk isn't that far. Tech has it timed, actually; In another odd random bit of knowledge he has stored away in the brain of his.
It seems this time you were particularly speedy, as he's a few seconds shorter than usual when you arrive, the door opening. The moment you enter you can feel the tension, as everyone hovers around the center of the room. Hunter comes up to you, and you whisper:
"What happened?" Looking over to see Crosshair on his bunk, with everyone glancing his way, but attempting to be subtle about it. His hand is pressing against his eyes and forehead, hard enough that he surely can't see very well. Hunter fills you in with the only word that is necessary.
"Flashbang." Oh no.
You know Crosshair's eyes are incredibly sensitive much like Hunter's, which also makes him very sensitive to things like bright lights. The two of them are the main reason why they have the lights in all their barracks, and the Marauder, dimmed so low.
Tech is hovering close by, the closest that the Batch has for a medic keeping an eye on a fuming Crosshair. Wrecker comes closer to check and gets venom spit at him, before he presses his hand back onto his face.
While his brothers are concerned and wanting to help, hovering and asking constantly if he's ok are both things that don't work intermingled with someone like Crosshair. You know that he just wants pitch black, and silence that's just as deep as possible.
Sighing softly you step away from Hunter, walking over to his bunk. You don't say anything, just sit on the edge and gently put your hand on his shoulder. You've delt with this Crosshair before, so you have a decent idea of what helps and what doesn't.
Within a few minutes he pulls you closer to him, forcing you to lean back more until you're partly laying down. He wraps his arms around your body, as his face presses against the black of your shirt above your chest but below your shoulder; Wrecker groaning and walks by yelling:
"Hey! Keep it clean, we're still here!" Wrecker jokes, laughing loudly.
Crosshair's hand quickly darts out to get a piece of Wrecker, who deftly dodges it.
"Fuck off."
He feels your hand gently on the back of his head, fingers playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. His arms tighten around your ribs even more. His head is throbbing so much he doesn't care how he looks, or that what his brothers are saying isn't actually insulting. He'll just act like it is, and bite at them none the less. In a bit he'll be back to normal, but for now he'll indulge.
It's hard to believe that you've actually been a positive influence on his overall attitude, until you have times like this.
"Just leave him alone, Wrecker." Echo quietly speaks up from across the room, where he's cleaning dirt from the inner seams of his armor pieces.
You kind of wish you'd brought your datapad with you in hindsight, as now that Crosshair has you trapped, you have one hand completely empty as the other lays on the back of his head. It's also a little boring, just watching his brothers go about their individual work as quiet as possible.
A few months ago Crosshair would've never even considered doing anything remotely similar to this, but thankfully his edges have been buffed just the tiniest, tiniest little fraction.
You remember a long while back Crosshair had muttered that he didn't deserve you, and while you had vehemently denied the notion, he didn't seem to take it entirely to heart. You only hope these sorts of gestures help reassure him, relaxing with him as the thumping of his headache ever so slowly goes away.
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sweetheart, i will ruin you (2/4)
first of all - no i didn't make a typo. this has ballooned to an extra part oops. many thanks to my beta readers @wanderer-six and @starsscarmyceiling <3 love u both
Chapter 2: to make crosshair jealous, you take a certain clone medic home from the bar.
tw: unprotected piv, oral (female receiving), light femdom, making out, jealousy, possessive undertones
-Cr0SS9904 sent you a message- sorry to leave you hanging, sweetheart I had to give you something to look forward to. You said: You’re a dick. Cr0SS9904: You love it
You threw the holopad on the bed beside you. How Crosshair had even found your contact information, you were unsure of, but you supposed he had the resources to find you.
He was awful. You never wanted to see him again considering how completely he had unraveled you in that alley. And yet, he was right. You did love it, but you weren’t used to feeling so completely out of control.
It was mid afternoon, and you wipe the mascara from your eyes. You hadn’t bothered to wash it off last night, as you had collapsed in a heap in your bed after your escapades.
As you hop into the fresher to wash the night off of you, you remember how Crosshair’s hands had roamed over your body - your face, your breasts, your thighs, and the places between. That bastard had left you unsatisfied and humiliated, and you’re tempted to grab your vibrator to finish the job. But oh, it’d feel so much better to have someone else do the job for you.
Then you had the idea.
Resisting the urge to get yourself off, you jump out of the fresher and grab a towel. It was nearly evening, but you had just enough time to get dolled up and stop by a bar…
The plan was simple. Return to 79s, make eye contact with Crosshair, then make out with a random guy at the bar. With any luck, you’d piss him off just as much as he pissed you off, as you had a hunch Crosshair was slightly possessive. And maybe you could finally get some release. Throwing around some prettyboy seemed like a decent way to blow off steam, at least.
Of course, there were no guarantees that Crosshair even frequented 79s, or that you’d find anyone willing to go along with your plan (considering you wanted to make them well aware of the situation, lest they catch any feelings or feel used). But hey, maybe you’d get your kicks.
You enter 79s, this time alone. The bumping music drowns out your inner voice, and your fears about being recognized from your little stunt last night fade away. You inconspicuously scan the room for Crosshair - and there he was, sitting alone in the back of the club. Had he come here because he’d thought you’d be here? Or maybe he was here to find his next victim, Maker rest their soul.
You stare him in the eyes, unwilling to be so passive in your dynamic any longer, and he smirks in response. Oh, you hated him, and you hated how his smugness got your heart beating faster. After shooting one last glare at him, you sit at the bar and order a nonalcoholic cocktail. While you want something to drink, you want to be in full control of your functions when Crosshair sees you making out with someone else in front of him.
As you sip the sugary confection, you scope your surroundings, and make eye contact with a clone. He is similar to the others, as all clones were, but he has a tattoo on the side of his head that reads “A good droid is a dead one.” He’s cute, and smiles as you make eye contact.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says.
“Hey yourself,” you say, and turn towards him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Crosshair sneer, roll his eyes, and lean against the wall.
“What brings you here?” you ask.
“Mandatory shore leave. Can’t say I don’t need it, though. What about you?”
You glance over at Crosshair, and lean closer to the clone. “Honestly? Looking for a rebound.”
He snorts into his drink. “Straight to the point, eh?”
You narrow your eyes and smirk, knowingly. “Who said I was asking you?”
He huffs. “Fair. I guess I have to earn it. What’s your name, gorgeous?”
“Mira.” You flutter your lashes, just a tad. “And yours?”
“Nice to meet you, Mira. Name’s Kix.”
“Kix, eh? I like it.” You lower your voice, rest your chin on your fist. “And what do you do for the Grand Army of the Republic?”
“I’m a medic. 501st.”
“Ah, a medic. So you’re good with your hands.” You sip your drink. “And…anatomy, too, I’d imagine.” He’s faintly blushing, but leans towards you.
“Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty familiar with all parts of the body,” he says, voice confident, and you smile. Bite your lip. Look him up and down. All rehearsed, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying yourself.
“501st, too. You’ve gotta be somewhat good at what you do.” You dangle a finger along the forearm of his armor.
“I’d be more than happy to give you a live demonstration. To make sure you have nothing but confidence in the Republic army, of course,” he says, and you laugh. He was cute, and he made your heart race and heat between your legs pool. God, you were still so worked up from last night.
Your hand presses down onto his armor. “I’d love that.” With your other hand, you trace the tattoo on the side of his head. A pang of guilt passes through you, and you realize you want to make sure Kix is sure this is just a fling.
“I’d love to keep going, prettyboy,” you drawl, “I just want you to know something first. This dickhead fucked with me at the bar last night- made me look really stupid, actually -and I want to make him jealous. You’re cute, and I’d love to have a good time with you, but…”
He laughs. “Jealous, huh? Well, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“Are you up for it, then?”
“That depends. What’s in it for me?”
“I thought a night with me would be enough reward.”
“That’s true,” Kix says, leaning forward and kissing you, softly but not timidly. The confidence transfers through his lips onto yours, and you squeeze his forearm.
“I guess you’re fine with a fling, then?” You pull away.
“I’d never miss a chance for a night with a beauty like you,” he says. “Besides, nice to get some no-strings-attached action. As I’m sure you can imagine, women tend to get…attached to me,” he winks.
You roll your eyes and give him a peck. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Crosshair. Somehow, he was still sitting across the club, stoic but with a twinge of disappointment. Good. As your eyes make contact, he takes another swig of his drink. You hope he’s regretting what he missed out on last night.
“That him?” Kix asks.
“Yeah,” you say.
“Crosshair, eh? Oh, I know him. He’s an ass.” Kix stands, offers his hand, which you take and rise.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make him jealous,” he says before dipping you down and kissing you right in Crosshair’s line of sight. The kiss turns hot as he cups your face with his free hand and pushes against you just a little bit more, and you feel your body twinge with a familiar yearn. One of your hands massage the back of his neck, and Kix lets out a murmur of relaxation. Kix iswarm and smells like spiced berries; you wonder if his skin tasted as sweet as it smelled.
When you pull away from Kix, he smiles. “How was that?” he huffs into your cheek.
“Pretty good,” you smile. Placing a finger on his armor, you whisper, “But I like it better when I’m in control. How’d you like to be bossed around?”
It was the first time you caught Kix off guard. His eyes widen, but soon the suave soldier was back. “Like I said, anything for a night with you.” His grip on your waist tightened. “But…I’d like that. Ma’am.” Kix calling you “Ma’am” sent liquid heat through your body, but you kept your composure. Crosshair was far out of your mind now, your only thoughts being how you were going to completely destroy this man.
“Good. Keep calling me that,” you say as you lead Kix to the back of the bar. You push him against the wall, not dissimilar to the position you were in last night - but you aren’t going to leave Kix hanging. Your lips skim his neck and he lets out a soft moan, a sound that sends chills across your skin and lights fire in your chest.
“Such a good sound,” you encourage.
“All for you, ma’am,” he breathes, and you nearly moan at how disheveled he already sounded. You kiss him, body sinking into his, and you could tell he was getting hard. The kiss was slow but passionate, lips moving slowly.
“I can’t wait to unravel you,” you say, and his hips slightly buck against you. You raise an eyebrow.
“Sorry- can’t help it -I’ve got a beautiful woman nearly on top of me,” he huffs, still the wisecracker. Obviously, he was thinking too straight, and you needed to fix that. You laugh, push into his body, harder, and he groans as the heat between your legs gets some delicious pressure. Your hands roam his torso, and stars, you couldn’t wait to get him out of his armor. You weren’t that debauched that you were going to fuck him in the middle of the bar - though, it would certainly make things easier than traveling back to your apartment. Sigh.
You kiss Kix tenderly but passionately, and you are so pushed up against him that he wraps his legs around you, remaining glued to the wall. Your hands clutch underneath his thighs, and even with the armor on, you can tell they were strong, muscles taut. Even though this was purely physical, you can still sense an undercurrent of tenderness between the two of you that was absent from your tryst with Crosshair. That maybe, you want with Crosshair.
You try to shoo the image of Crosshair out of your mind, but the thought of treating Crosshair like this, kissing him deeply and affectionately, making such a stoic man a whimpering puddle - it makes you kiss Kix harder. Crosshair, his hands in your hair and moaning in your mouth, him yielding his body over to you. You know Crosshair is watching you now, you can nearly feel his gaze burning through your back, and you wonder if he wished he was in Kix’s place.
Kix. Remember this was with Kix.
Maybe getting out of the club- out of Crosshair’s gaze -was the solution.
“Want to get out of here, head back to my place?” you whisper into Kix’s ear.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he says.
As you pull Kix out of the club, you make brief eye contact with Crosshair. His expression is unreadable, but if you had to guess, it’s somewhere between stunned and pissed off. You hope that he was pissed - jealous, even - though the two of you were nothing to each other. When you step out of the door to 79s, you try to put Crosshair out of your mind. This was a hookup, now, and you wanted to enjoy yourself.
The cab ride back to your apartment is filled with desperate kisses and pleading hands, promises of what’s to come. You’re thankful the cab driver is a droid - otherwise, you wouldn’t be nearly as handsy with the boytoy in the backseat with you.
When you enter your apartment, Kix looks around and looks like he’s about to start a conversation, but you’re too desperate for any sort of touch that you kiss him before he can say anything. His hands wrap around your waist, and you slowly push him towards your bedroom.
When the backs of Kix’s legs hit your bed, you start to paw at his armor. Kix pulls away from you, chuckling.
“You know what you want, don’t you?” He asks as he helps unclasp his armor.
“Interesting choice of words from someone who is as hard as a rock right now,” you mumble into his neck as your hand gently graces his codpiece. His legs shift at your touch.
His armor falls to the floor, next to your crumpled pink dress from last night, the one that Crosshair had roamed his hands all over. You hate how, even when you’re about to fuck another man, he invades your thoughts. You funnel that anger into pushing Kix onto your bed and straddling him. You need pleasure, now, something to calm the cocktail of desire and anger thrashing through your veins. Kix is just in his blacks, and he looks at you, a mix of shock and adoration on his face.
“This is definitely not how I saw my night going,” he says. “But I’m certainly not complaining.”
In response, you smirk and pull your dress over your head, abandoning it on the floor. You neglected to wear a bra tonight as it’d just get in the way, leaving you naked save for your underwear. He gapes at your breasts, and he raises his hand to hover over one of them, a question in his pause.
“You can touch me,” you say, and lean down to pin your hands on either side of him. “You can touch me anywhere. ” Your voice pricks goosebumps along his skin as he gently caresses you, a soft gasp escaping your lips.
“You’re beautiful, darling,” he says, then remembers your ask from earlier. “I mean, ma’am,” he winks. The use of ‘ma’am’ causes your hips to roll against him, and he moans, louder than he had at the club. It’s a deep and delicious sound, and you lean down.
“What do you want me to do to you?” You ask, hips gently grinding against him and lips hovering over his cheek.
“Anything you want,” he breathes. You grab his hands and push them on either side of his body, pinning him down.
“Anything?” you ask. He’s grinding into you now.
“Fuck yes, ma’am,” he says between moans. “You can do anything…I’ll do anything…please, fuck, touch me, ma’am.”
“How could I deny such a request when you’ve asked so nicely?” You buckle your hips into his, pleasure radiating from your core. Your hands release his hands and immediately roam under the shirt of his blacks, pulling them off. He’s quaking underneath you, and you lean down, kissing his neck and moving down to his chest.
“So gorgeous,” you moan into him, licking and sucking along his chest, leaving red and purple bruises in your wake. He’s hard underneath you, and you know you’re ready to take him now, but you wanted to extract as much pleasure from this as possible.
“I want to cum twice, Kix,” you demand, not a question.
“Yes ma’am. Anything. Fuck, this is so hot.” He’s already a sweaty, disheveled mess underneath you.
“I’m going to sit on your face,” you say. “Can you handle that, Kix?”
He nods. “Yes, ma’am. Please.” You smile at his eagerness and finish undressing, climbing his sturdy body, pressing yourself to his mouth.
“Fuck,” is all Kix says before he begins to lick. This is what you’ve been waiting for - Kix wrapping his arms around your thighs, his tongue sending electric pleasure throughout your body. You moan, loudly and repeatedly, and this only encourages Kix to work on you even harder. He’s fully erect underneath his blacks, and the thought that this was turning him on as much as it did for you made the pleasure feel all the more better.
Again, though, was that nagging thought - Crosshair eating you out, straining against his blacks, begging for you to touch him. Crosshair at your mercy . Instead of pushing the thought away this time, though, you embrace it and allow yourself to imagine it was Crosshair underneath you as your grip on your inhibitions was severely weakened. It was a self-fulfilling cycle - you hated Crosshair for invading your mind so deeply you thought of him even when you were fucking another man, and you wanted to put him in his place, so you imagined you were fucking Crosshair instead of the man beneath you. Fuck.
Crosshair - no, Kix - kept at you until you reached a familiar peak. His hands dig into your ass, as if he was afraid that if he didn’t hold you so tightly, you’d float away. This was definitely not his first time eating pussy.
“I’m close, Kix,” you say, grateful you used the right name when you spoke. Kix moans in anticipation, his hips bucking against the air as his tongue circles your clit. You cum hard against his face, riding the high for as long as you could as he caresses small circles into your thighs with his thumbs. You dismount and collapse on top of him, immediately kissing him sloppily, not caring that he tasted like you.
“You did such a good job,” you praise, mostly proud, but a small part ashamed that you were thinking of another.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he pants. “You’re awakening parts of me I didn’t even know I had.” You smile in response and kiss him again, wrapping your arms around him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of,” you breathe between kisses. “I just…need a second. You did a really good job.”
“Well, I did say I was skilled in all parts of the body,” he retorts before kissing you again. His hands run along your body as you reignite, kissing his neck and lavishing him with praises for how well he took care of you. Your hands slip under his pants and you pull them down, freeing his cock.
“Oh, please,” Kix pants.
“Mm. Do you want me to ride you?” You ask.
“Please. Please, ride me, ma’am. I need it. I’m begging you.”
You barely run your hand along his length, and he thrashes underneath you. You shudder, and lean up from him, biting your lip.
“Are you ready?” You say, and in response, he gives incomprehensible babble about how he needs this and he needs you. As your hips roll into him, you relax as he groans with pleasure. One of his hands lazily makes its way up to your breast as you start to slowly ride Kix, giving out soft gasps as he works his way inside of you. Stars, he feels so good, and you close your eyes as you gently rock your hips.
“That’s it,” you say as Kix squirms and bucks underneath you. “Unravel for me, baby.” He’s so gorgeous like this, eyes half-shut and body covered in sweat, and you call out sweet praises saying so. He seems to like the praise, as it causes him to moan a little louder and his hips to thrust a little harder. His hand falls away from your breast.
“I can’t even think straight,” he admits. “You’re so perfect, ma’am. Fuck, I’m close.” You are too.
And there’s that nagging thought again, wondering if this would be like riding Crosshair - if he would fall apart as beautifully and obediently as Kix would, or if he would tease and nag. You want to know, and the thought fuels you as you ride Kix harder, almost as if you could physically push the thoughts out of your mind with a thrust.
When Kix cums, he lets out a moan that pushes you over the edge. You tumble down the precipice together, convulsing and moaning. You fall on top of Kix in the afterglow, giving him a soft kiss as he wraps the blankets around you.
“Damn,” he says. “I think you fucked my brains out.” You huff a laugh in response.
“Stay?” You ask. “Don’t worry, I’m not catching feelings,” you preemptively state. “I just need cuddles after sex.”
He laughs, and wraps an arm around you. “Don’t tell anyone, but me too.”
Kix falls asleep quickly, but persistent thoughts keep you awake. Fucking Crosshair. You hated him. Hated how you wanted to see him beneath you, how you wanted to ride his face for hours, how you wanted to make him your little bitch. At least the jealousy sex you were getting out of it was good.
Eventually, you fall asleep long after the afterglow fades, your mind plagued with thoughts of him and things you would never have.
Kix leaves in the morning with little fanfare, and immediately after he leaves, you pull out your holopad and send Crosshair a message, knowing he’ll understand.
You said: CT-6116. More where that came from. 😘
Crosshair is rescued and moves to Pabu with his siblings. He has a hard time adjusting to non-military life, but he's getting there. He meets you, another islander, and is absolutely SMITTEN. Doesn't know how to approach you, and doesn't want to ruin his chances at this new life, so he's super quiet and actually pretty sweet. He offers to help you with your gardening, maintenance on your boat, compliments your baking. Sure, he still gives you the occasional sarcastic remark and maintains his dry sense of humor, but he's making a distinct effort to not fuck this up.
When you run into his siblings they're like "You've met our brother Crosshair, right? He moved here not too long ago."
"Oh yeah, he's so nice!"
And they're like WHAT?! There must be another Crosshair on this island because our Crosshair is NOT nice. It takes them a while to realize that YEAH that's our Crosshair, he's just got a massive fucking soft spot for you. They've never seen him with a crush before and they are living for it.
May i please request angst then comfort with crosshair? preferably where reader is the one going through it?
Ooo, yes! I saw an opportunity for this and I took it 👀
Conflicted
Crosshair x Jedi!Reader
A/N: couple things - this is not canon complaint lmao. Crosshair doesn’t stay bad and it’s implied heavily that his actions at the start of season 1 are fully due to the inhibitor chip. Hope you all enjoy!
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: order 66, angst, near death experiences, fear of death, crosshair is kinda scary at first, hurt comfort, then lots of fluff and happy ending!
The snow shifts unevenly beneath your feet, the only sound being your rapid footsteps, ragged breathing, and the frantic pants of breath from the padawan ahead of you.
And your name. The not so distant echoing calls of your name from the sergeant of the clone force you commanded.
“Go Caleb!” You call out to the young boy ahead of you, catching the fearful gaze he casts over his shoulder. “I’ll distract them. Go, run as far as you can!”
You both slide to a stop on the steep incline you have been retreating down, the forest eerily silent around you.
You see him hesitate - can feel it through the force. But eventually, he listens, fixing you with one last wary look before taking off deeper into the trees.
When you can no longer see him, you finally stop to take stock of your surroundings, trying to calm the erratic beating of your heart and make sense of what you witnessed just moments earlier.
The clones, they…they killed her. And now they want to kill you.
The crunching of snow snaps you back to reality, and you leap up to the nearest tree branch, sitting stone still as a familiar clone appears where you just were.
Hunter. Your sergeant, one of the men you trusted most, hunting you down.
You watch as he stoops to a crouch, fingers brushing lightly over the snow on the ground, fingers rubbing together as he studies your tracks.
He stands once more, scanning the area before calling your name softly.
“I promise, I don’t want to hurt you. Whatever this is…I’m just as confused as you are.”
You listen to his words, reach out silently through the force and are stunned to detect the truth of his words.
You want to believe him, you want to trust him, but the blatant absence of a certain sniper makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
You can’t trust him. You can’t trust anybody.
The ignition of your light saber fills your ears as you jump down from your hiding place, keeping your blade between you and your pursuer. Hunter doesn’t startle much, unsurprising since he probably knew where you were the whole time.
“Commander, stop!”
You shake your head. “Don’t make me hurt you Hunter,” you plead, “Just walk away!”
His helmet turns side to side, and you tense as he reaches for his blaster. But instead of pulling it out to aim at you, he grasps it with two fingers and tosses it to the side, far from reach. His viroblade too.
You watch in confusion as he holds his hands up, effectively surrendering to you.
“I told you. I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on, just like you!”
He steps closer, and you take several steps back. “Don’t!” You call out, lightsaber held out defensively. “Don’t come any closer.”
He holds his hands out towards you now, palms up, begging. “Please Commander, you have to believe me.”
You want to. You so desperately want to. And for a split second…you do. You power down your weapon, eyes tracing his visor.
You hear him sigh, relieved he’s deescalated the situation.
Until a blaster bolt flies through the trees. You barely dodge the fatal blow, the bolt grazing your arm instead of burning through your chest.
The pain is intense, but not as bad as the emotional pain you feel as you tumble to the snow, gaze trained on the Sergeant.
You see Crosshair emerge from the trees behind Hunter just as you send the Sergeant back into a nearby tree. You don’t stay to see if he stays down.
The snow is frigid beneath your fingers as you scrabble to your feet, calling your lightsaber to you as you dart further into the trees, further away from the voice you’ve come to love calling your name.
The tears come without warning, blurring your vision as you stumble aimlessly through the forest. Dodging blaster fire, and trying to ignore the pain each one sends straight to your heart.
Crosshair is going to kill you.
It’s too much. All of it. The emotion bubbling in your chest, the pain in your arm, your tears freezing on your cheeks. And when you finally stumble out of the tree line, rocks beneath your feet and the sound of rushing water just feet away…you feel it.
The force shattering around you, fractured and falling silent and yet filled with anguish at the same time.
You barely manage to turn back to face the forest before you collapse to your knees.
It feels as if all the fight has left you, the force falling quieter and quieter as time slips by. You can’t even find it in you to light your weapon when Crosshair emerges from the darkness of the forest, path sure and unrelenting.
You thought he would just end it, raise his rifle and execute you where you kneel. But he doesn’t. He pauses several feet from you, close enough that it's impossible to miss, but far enough away you can’t reach him.
He holds his rifle lazily at his side, reaching up with his free hand to pull his helmet off. He looks at you silently, eyes void of any of the mirth and life you’re used to.
This is Crosshair on a mission. A mission to kill. A mission he won’t fail.
You could kill him. You could. You could rip his weapon from his hands with the force, or easily toss him into the gorge behind you.
But you won’t. You can’t. Not truly.
Because despite the fact that he’s about to be your end. You still…you still love him. Just as fiercely as you have all this time.
Looking up at him, there’s a million things you want to ask. But all of them only accumulate to one wobbly word.
“Why?” You ask, eyes searching his own lifeless ones for an answer.
His answer is immediate, the same thing you heard the other clones chant before slaughtering Master Billaba.
“In accordance with Order 66, all Jedi must be eliminated.” The words lack any power as he says them, almost robotic as he brings his weapon into both hands.
“Crosshair, please.”
You choke out the plea, throat clogged with tears as you watch him raise his weapon.
“Good soldiers follow orders,” He intones, finger sliding slowly over the trigger.
“But you’re not just a soldier!”
The words slip from your lips before you can think about them, and they make the man before you pause.
His finger twitches, and you visibly flinch at the action. But he never pulls back all the way back. The gun wavers in his hand, aim shaky as he fights with…something.
You move to stand, legs quaking beneath you as he jerks his weapon to follow you. But his lips are set in a hard line, jaw ticking with effort.
“Good…soldiers follow…orders.”
He practically grinds the words out, shoving his rifle towards you as if trying to convince himself of his own words. So you push on, hoping you can get through to him. Make him see.
“Crosshair, please.” You beg again, noticing how he avoids your own gaze. “Look at me.”
He does, and you see something flash through his eyes. Recognition, fear, guilt…you’re not sure. But you latch onto it.
“It’s me. It’s me, Cross - whatever this is, fight it!”
His eyes snap closed, and he shakes his head hard.
“The Jedi are Traitors, they must…” he trails off, physically trying to fight what he’s saying. “Execute order 66. Those were the orders.”
He looks at you again, and that flash…that little glimpse of Crosshair, the real Crosshair…
It’s gone.
You feel the barrel of his rifle press against your chest, and this time…you don’t fight it. Instead you look the sniper directly in the eyes, your own full of sadness.
“Do it Cross.” You tell him, resigned to your fate.
He’s still hesitating, finger still twitching over the trigger. But with how close he is now, you’re able to reach a hand out and place it over his own that rests on the barrel of the gun.
You let your eyes slip closed as your hand slides over his, still able to feel the warmth despite the glove that separates you.
“I love you,” you whisper, squeezing his hand and pouring into him everything you have left with the force.
He has to know that.
You expect it then. The pain, the heat, the fear as death rips through you.
But it never comes. Even when you feel the cold metal press harder into you before disappearing all together, you still expect death.
But instead of the painful heat you expect, a gentle warmth engulfs you. Solid plastoid meets your chest as two familiar arms wrap around your waist.
Everything assaults you at once. The despair. The shock. The guilt…the guilt most of all, slams into you harder than you ever imagined.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” the gentle apologies are muttered into the fabric of your robes from where his head now rests against your shoulder.
You can feel his fingers digging into your sides as you finally open your eyes.
You’re alive. You’re alive and Crosshair didn’t kill you and his gun is lying yards away as he holds you instead. Yet despite this, you can’t help the fear that still grips you. Can’t help the way your heart stutters in your chest.
“Cross?”
Your nickname for him slips out in a terrified whisper, and he only clutches you tighter before pulling away just enough so you’re face to face.
Crosshair has never been emotional, hiding behind his snide comments and holier than thou mindset.
But now…it’s more than you’ve ever seen from him since joining the batch. Even when you began your relationship he was never emotionally open. But right now he looked just as terrible as you felt. Horrified and worried all at once.
His hands come up to your face, thumbs wiping away the tears you didn’t realize were falling again as his eyes flick hastily over you.
“I…I don’t know what happened I couldn’t…control it.” He finally says, voice quiet. “I saw everything I was doing but I couldn’t…I couldn’t stop it.”
You let yourself cry now, fully and unabashedly. You don’t fully understand what happened. Still don’t. But if what he’s saying is true…
It wasn’t him. And whatever it was…he fought it off. To save you.
He pulls you closer again, and this time you reciprocate, wrapping your arms around him as if afraid to let him go.
“It’s okay,” you tell him gently, sagging into him fully as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. “You fought it. You saved me.”
He tensed at that, and you can sense he doesn’t quite believe your words. But he doesn’t let you go, holding you close and rocking you both gently back and forth as you both hold one another.
You hear your name from a distance, and you’re silently thankful that Hunter is apparently alive and well enough to come searching for you again.
The batch would find you both soon enough, and after that…
You don’t know.
The Jedi are gone. The clones turned against them. You don’t know what the future holds, for any of you.
But as Crosshair continues to hold you close, muttering assurances in your ear…
You know you won’t face it alone.
a tender homecoming / crosshair x gn!reader
pairing: crosshair x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has a nickname.
description: in which a tired crosshair returns home to you.
word count: 3,334
warnings: non-explicit nudity (i guess), mild sexual references. otherwise, this is just soft domestic fluff with crosshair.
seeing crosshair on mount tantiss broke my heart, and i couldn’t get the idea of crosshair loving having his hair washed out of my head either. so i wrote this <3 there are also not enough soft crosshair fics out there, so i’m on a mission to remedy that.
also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated <3
The sun had just set on Coruscant, and a holo was playing in the background as you did the dishes, humming quietly. It had been a long day, your boss had been breathing down your neck all day, and it was nice to finally be home in your little apartment, relaxing. You’d gotten home a couple of hours ago, had a shower, made yourself dinner, poured a drink, and caught up on some of your favourite holodramas.
Spending time alone was something you’d grown used to. You enjoyed it, but it was hard to ignore the moments when you missed him.
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Hi, I love your work! I was wondering if you could please do a kind of part 2 to the Crosshair breeding kink where he comes back to find her pregnant, if you’re comfortable with that? Thanks!
Part 1 (not a must read, but I reference a few things)
Author's Note: I actually had some random ideas floating around in my mind palace for this sort of thing, so you came by at the perfect time. Time to expand on this idea! I really struggled at the end and I'm not totally pleased with it but I hope you enjoy none the less.
Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader
Warnings: Actual pregnancy, Morning sickness, Tokophobia warning (trying to get hit by people's blacklist just in case they don't like this sort of thing), Feels, Fluff, Too fluffy for crosshair? maybe but eh lets have fun
It's been over a month now, since he broke into your apartment. You've gotten a few days here and there together in-between since, but now has been the longest gap.
It must be a rough one, as you've barely heard a word from him since he was sent off this time.
A lack of communication from him while he's deployed isn't unusual, nor unexpected. Sometimes he's too far away, sometimes they have strict orders for all comm equipment to stay off; Sometimes he just isn't in the mood. But either way, you know things are hectic out there.
Though sometimes you'll get one single message, just enough to know he's ok. It helps soothe your nerves, and Crosshair is a creature of habit; He hates breaking the system you've had for awhile now.
But even if you knew what you signed up for with this, you still wish he was here.
Especially right now as you standing staring in the bathroom mirror, glossing over that you look so much more tired than usual before looking down at the countertop.
Seven different tests lay out on your bathroom counter, all telling you the exact same thing. Your calendar tells you the same answer, but in a more subtle way. No matter how many more ways you try to frame it, the picture is always going to come out looking the same.
You're pregnant.
You hold a fruit in your hand, still cold to the touch and take a bite. It's crisp and tart, frigid against your teeth. It's been the only thing you've been able to eat all day, without throwing it up a short while later.
Every single thing you do points to the exact same conclusion, no matter how much it twists your gut. Or maybe it's your condition twisting your gut; Perhaps both. You take another bite of the fruit in your hand, and leave the refresher to go sit down on your bed. It's an overbearing silence, staring at the ground about a meter ahead of your feet as your lips purse tight.
You're not nearly as shocked by the revelation as you thought you might've been. Or as off put. The idea has never been out of the question, and it wasn't as if you and Crosshair had exactly been playing it safe.
Speaking of him... You wonder what he's going to think about all of this.
You know he likes you, said that he loves you in almost every meaning of the word; But does it include this? It's never been off the table for you, whenever you thought about your future.
You know it wouldn't be easy. The throws of the fury from Separatist aligned planets are still taxing on the clones, and it likely will be for a long while. This war won't end instantly, at least not traditionally.
You left all that garbage on the counter, and with a soft sigh you slide off the bed and go to throw it all away. Gathering them up, you throw them in the trash; They fulfilled their purpose, gave you the answer you needed.
You hope Crosshair comes back to you soon.
Crosshair's eyes glance towards a shockingly bright neon sign he passes on the way to your apartment, and sees the current time towards the bottom.
04:45.
Even if it's the technically the dead of night, Coruscant is always bustling, just a little less than usual. He isn't a stranger to taking respite in ungodly hours, though now more often with you than being completely alone.
You'd given him the code to your place because of it, so he could enter no matter what time of night he managed to steal for himself. You'll surely be asleep, so he'll have to be quiet. Not too much so, he'd rather you not think he's breaking in again. It was amusing in hindsight, but he isn't eager to have you pointing a blaster at him again.
No one is around in the hall to see him punch the code in and hear the soft hiss of your door slide open, before he slips inside and closes it behind him.
It seems he won't need to be quiet this time around however, as he sees you still awake curled up on your couch with a few different snacks and an array of other things, tight in a blanket. Almost all the lights are off, but there's still a soft glow to the room.
"Sick?" He says, as you've already turned towards him when the door opened.
"Cross!"
You stumble and fight the blanket to escape and rush over to him, it still around your shoulders as you hug him. He stiffens; A habit that he's yet to break. But when his body finally relaxes just a bit, you look up at him as his hand shifts around the handle of his rifle case. He'll never let it leave his sight. His face is largely the same neutral expression, but you can see by the way that his eyes are darting across your face that he seems almost confused. At your actions, more than likely.
"You spammed my datapad." You nod.
"And Tech's." Guilty.
"I, had something to tell you." You've been waiting for days now since you'd found it, sitting in limbo overthinking. You feel nauseous, and it's hard to tell if it's nerves or the morning sickness. It's more than likely both, which doesn't help matters in the slightest.
"That important?" He says walking towards your bedroom, following you past the door. Sitting down on the edge of the bed you look up and over at him, giving a good look over.
Even if he's a good and hiding his emotions, you can tell that he is beat; The dark circles under his eyes are more intense and you can see the exhaustion in his eyes. He sits his rifle case on the ground at the end of your bed but still in sight.
Crosshair prides himself on his patience when it comes to his ability to stake out a target; But it's still gnawing at him seeing you trying to figure out what to say or how to say it.
"I," You stop for a moment, adjusting the blanket around your body. It's so cold tonight, though it's partly caused by you opening the windows for some fresh air.
"I'm pregnant, Cross."
You've seen a lot of emotions subtly cross his face over all the time you've known him, but his genuine surprise is a new one. It's still subtle, but the way his lips just barely pull apart and his eyes widen cue you in. But he doesn't say anything. You can tell he's thinking, and you want to know what it is.
"Say something?" You purse your lips, feeling your tight throat. "I know it's, probably not what you wanted to hear after coming back but-" Crosshair lets out a soft 'tch'.
"What; You think I'd just bail?" You look up at Crosshair, tensing. Part of you almost wants to get a bit angry at his tone, but you're too tired for it.
"I didn't know. You're... Not exactly an open book, Cross." You make a vague gesture towards the side of your head.
“And there’s a lot going on up here. I've barely eaten anything in days, and when I dropped my hair tie this morning I cried for almost half an hour.” You notice his eyebrows raise, and he seems displeased at what you've said.
"Days?" You nod.
"Just some fruit I had lying around. Everything else is just disgusting." That explains the compete mess of food across your beside table; Trying to find something to eat. When he asks if there's something you want, you look up at him and shake your head.
You can tell he's thinking, but is keeping it all locked inside his head. You hate that he does it, but you'll pry it all out of him in the morning. There's still so much more that needs answering but five in the morning isn't the time for it.
And more than anything, you just want to hold onto him now that you have him back in arms reach again.
"Nah. I can't eat anymore today. Don't feel like it." He jerks his head forward, in the direction of the bed you're sitting on.
"Get in. It's too fucking late to be awake." He puts his helmet down, before taking off his armor piece by piece going upward. Every part gets laid out meticulously in front of his rifle case, and it's all in sight no matter where in the room he goes. When he's finished and only in his body glove, you're under the blankets and quietly watching him. he changes from it and into a few casual clothes he has stored in your closet; That are far more comfortable than his GAR approved blacks.
Afterwards he slip in beside you, and assumes the same way you always sleep together; With him pulling your back against his chest, his chin on the top of your head. If you don't start in this position, you'll always end up this way by the morning. It feels particularly nice right now, to be able to touch him; Have him right here. You missed him, and Crosshair is far too clingy to not feel at least marginally the same.
But he's more quiet than usual, and you can only equate it with him still thinking. Tomorrow you'll have an actual conversation about this. No one should be talking this emotionally when they haven't slept and the sun is about to rise.
The gentle sounds of air taxis speeding through the skyway outside make a gentle hum, along with the sound of the climate controls you'd cranked down to almost freezing thanks to the nausea making you feel so hot. Crosshair is a massive heat leech, so he's surely not enjoying how cold you've made the room. At least he has your heated body to keep him comfortable.
But as time passes and the sky is just starting to brighten, you feel him adjust a bit, and it wakes you up from that foggy space between awake and asleep. Your eyes stay closed, but you can feel his chest against your back move, before the arm that was wrapped around your ribs gently pulls away and moves to your belly instead. He's at least somewhat awake, despite being so tired.
He must think you're asleep. You can feel the way his hand drifts all the way down from your ribs, down to right below your belly button, then up again. It's a conscious motion, one that he keeps silently doing.
You're only guess is that he's feeling for something that can't be felt quite yet, or imaging what it will be like when it is.
The soft motion makes your gut churn a little bit less about his thoughts, deciding to get some more well needed sleep as your legs tangle with his own.
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who needs a reason? (Echo x Reader)
I've had these in my drafts for a year and I'm just now getting to them with three hours until midnight. Happy New Year and happy season two, everyone!
Notes: Mostly fluff, mentions of Echo's PTSD in regards to explosions, Echo's insecure about his appearance.
Wrecker's love of explosions was particularly evident as Cid enlisted his and Tech's help with the fireworks display. Echo, however, was a bit more tense concerning the whole thing. It seemed that every once in a while, everyone forgot that he had quite literally been blown up.
"What would you like to do for the new year?" you asked him.
Echo rested his chin on your shoulder, "I'd really just like to get some peace and quiet, cyar'ika."
You glanced around the Parlor. Cid had a couple distinguished clients visiting tonight, the kind that preferred to keep a low profile. She was throwing this New Year's party in order to help them blend in, which meant more work for the rest of you.
"You think they'd miss us for a couple hours?" You asked as you finished cleaning the last of Cid's drinking glasses. Omega and Hunter were unloading the last of the drinks behind the bar, and Ketch and Bolo were stringing up the lights.
"You'd better not be breakin' any of my glasses, sweetheart!" Cid snapped in your direction. You rolled her eyes at her usual irritability and set down the last of the glasses.
A couple hours later, the party was in full swing. Cid's Parlor was full of people you'd met once or twice during your time on Ord Mantell.
Wrecker had found someone he could rant to about the fireworks display he'd planned, and Omega listened with rapt attention. Ketch and Bolo's brawls over the slot machines were becoming a popular form of entertainment, and you and Echo were stuck serving drinks behind the bar.
Tech and Hunter approached you two, and Echo got them their usuals.
"Cid's friends?" He asked.
"In her office. She said to come out and see if you needed any help," Hunter took a long gulp.
"We've been doing alright-"
"We could use a break," You spoke over Echo, squeezing his arm. He looked at you in surprise, but Tech just nodded. Hunter winked at you, and you pulled Echo to the exit, up the stairs, and to the streets above.
It didn't snow on Ord Mantell. Too much pollution made the planet too warm for that, so you were met with a downpour of rain. Still, it was a welcome sensation to the heavy air of the Parlor, shut up below the ground.
"You are something," Echo shook his head with a chuckle, staring up into the rain.
"Hey, you're the one who said you liked me," You shrugged.
"Huh, I guess I did, didn't I?" With a devilish grin Echo wrapped his arms around your waist, yanking you off your feet and spinning you around and out to the center of the street, where you were both caught in the pouring rain.
You shrieked with delight, begging him to spin you faster and faster. He stumbled once, and set you down before you could trip and fall into one of the puddles nearby.
"Well, we're here now, what do we do?" Echo asked, taking both of your hands in his.
You looked up and down the empty the street. The rain prevented people from bringing their celebrations outside, and Wrecker might have to cancel his beloved fireworks display.
"We should head inside," You chuckled sheepishly. Strands of your hair were starting to stick to your face.
Hand in hand, the two of you ran through the rain to the Marauder, where you both changed into a fresh set of clothes and sat together on Echo's bunk.
"Think the others will come looking for us?" He asked. He was holding your hand again, his thumb brushing back and forth across your knuckles.
"Who cares? Cid's people showed up, she won't mind."
Echo nodded, satisfied with your reasoning. You scooted closer, draping your legs across his lap and resting your forehead against his.
"You're so pretty," You whispered.
"Shut up," He chuckled immediately. You gently smacked his shoulder.
"I mean it!" You said.
Echo still chuckled, "Can you at least tell me what parts of me you think are pretty?"
You cocked one eyebrow at the challenge.
"Your loyalty."
Echo snorted. "My sense of loyalty...is pretty?"
"Hush," You hissed, "It's very attractive, and it totally makes me weak in the knees."
"Okay," Echo chuckled again, and his scomp arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.
"You don't take kark from anyone. You know your own value, and it's immensely beautiful."
"I thought you said I was pretty," He teased.
"You can be pretty and beautiful!" You insisted. You took his cheeks in your hands so that he could sense the weight of your sincerity.
"And your eyes," You said at last, tracing his cheekbone with your finger. Echo had no snarky comment for that one.
"They're so bright, so full of life. They're so warm, and they make me feel safe."
Echo's breath stuttered in his throat as he stared up at you. It was like he was seeing you for the first time.
Your nose brushed against his. "Do I need a reason to think that you're pretty?" you whispered timidly.
Echo's hand came up behind your neck, "Maybe not. But...it does feel good to hear it from you."
You ducked your head to hide a smile as your lips brushed against his cheeks, "I'll tell you anytime you want me to."
Echo hummed happily, "Thanks, cyar'ika."
A tinny chime echoed through the hold, and the two of you jumped up, worried that someone else had returned to the ship. But it was just the ship's chronometer, letting you know that it was officially midnight.
"Well, Happy New Year?" Echo laughed off his nerves.
"Happy New Year," You laughed, hiding for face in his chest for a moment. Echo gently tilted your chin upwards to look at him.
"Can I give you a kiss?"
"Hmm...do you need a reason for that one too?"
Echo shook his head, a smile breaking out across his face, "Never."
His lips claimed yours, and the only rumbling to reach your ears was the rain thrumming against the hull of the ship.
Only two more days until Bad Batch Season Two!
AHHHH I NEED MORE 😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰
✗ ERROR 158 ✗
Author’s note: Some fluff between the smuts and what is more than likely going to be the first part of an ongoing series of loosely tied together Echo one shots because I love him and have zero self control. The planet in this is loosely inspired by the CCSD footage for season 2.
Summary: Omega decides to play matchmaker.
Relationships: Tbb!Echo/Fem!Reader
Warnings: None really, other than Omega being a little devil and some fluff
Words: 2227
Echo had spent time on planets of pretty much every common climate one could think of. Though out of them all, tropical planets would have to be his personal favorite. He never had the time to enjoy it when he was part of GAR, but now that he did...
The sound of water hitting against the beach, rustling of tropical plants in the wind, and that fresh smell of seawater. It was pleasant, unlike the constant pouring rain and storming he’d gotten so used to on Kamino. Part of him had considered taking a dip in the ocean, though he wasn’t quite sure how exactly his menagerie of cybernetics would react to the salinity in the water.
They also had far more important things to do than trot around like this was some sort of vacation, even though he’d caught both you and Omega dipping your feet in the water twice already. Tech had scolded the two of you saying there was multiple carnivorous creatures in the water of the planet and to get out, though you were both pretty sure he was just upset you were just taking a break.
Echo had actually just spotted the two of you quickly drying off your legs and admiring some shells you’d both picked up, and Echo decided to keep quiet and help you avoid Tech’s ire. Hunter is fixing one of their blasters while Wrecker is attempting to bench increasingly heavier and heavier crates. Meanwhile Tech is working on a personal project, while also looking over whatever study material he’d given Omega awhile back.
Overall things just feel, nice.
For at least five minutes it doesn’t feel like everyone is hot on their heels, trying to gun them down the minute they have the chance. Echo is just relishing in the time to just breathe.
At least until you’re no longer the one keeping Omega entertained, and she wanders her way to him while he’s halfway underneath the Marauder’s control panel in the cockpit. She peers around attempting to see what he’s doing, and Echo takes a glance to see her standing there. The bottoms of her trousers are wet, from where the waves lapped higher than expected.
“Has the ‘carnivorous wildlife’ decided to take a chunk out of either of you yet?” Omega rolls her eyes, remembering when Tech had said that not long ago.
“We didn’t see anything, I don’t get what he’s so worried about.” Echo adjusts underneath the control panel.
“You two better hope there’s nothing, or that’ll be one awful ‘I told you so’.” Echo can’t help but laugh at his own little joke, before watching the way Omega shows off one of the shells she’d found on the beach. She pulls out another you’d found and given to her, admiring the way the opalescence shines on the inside of the shell. Omega had lived pretty much every moment of her life stuck in a lab on Kamino, and still found so many things exciting and brand new. You enjoy doing those things with her, and Echo finds it endearing.
“That’s what she said, but I don’t really think she believes Tech either.” Omega puts the shells back in her pockets and watches the way Echo had quite visibly perked at your mention. If he was interested before, he very much was now that you were part of the conversation. It’s hard for him to help himself from doing, even as he attempts to busy himself with working on this mess of wires.
“You know,”
Omega’s rocking back and forth on her heels, hands behind her back while wearing a curious and hopeful expression. Echo hums in acknowledgment of her, but she doesn’t have his full attention yet.
“She really likes you...”
Echo crooks his torso to the side and looks out from underneath the control panel and gives Omega an almost sympathetic look.
“Yeah, she’s nice.”
The sentence is short, but he means no snide undertone to it. You were nice; Nice to all of them, all the clones before everything happened, to him. Even after Skako Minor when he’d scared the life out of you with the way he looked so different. Nice to all of them after they’d dragged you into this mess, someone who wasn’t even part of GAR to begin with. Omega however seems displeased anyways, and her knowing smile goes away replaced with a furrowed brow.
“No, not like that,” Echo turned away to work on the ship, though he does give her a glance from the corner of his eyes that reads unimpressed and a bit suspicious.
“I mean, she likes you.”
Omega emphasizes and leans in closer, though once again fails to get Echo to give her anything but yet another shake of his head.
“She’s just nice, you’re reading too deep into it.” She’s a kid, Echo just figures she’d managed to watch a cringey holodrama for teens on the net in their few moments of downtime and now has all these silly ideas in her head. Meanwhile Omega crosses her arms and looks over her shoulder. You’re talking to Wrecker, and with him being so loud you’re completely distracted.
“I know that she draws a lot of art when we’re in hyperspace,” Omega takes a cautious step closer so she can be quieter, meanwhile Echo adjusts to try and get a better angle on whatever he’s fixing. There’s a cord deep inside the control panel he needs to get to, but it requires him to really reach inside...
“I saw what she’s been making; Most of them are of you.”
WHAM!
Finally, now she has Echo’s interest. Almost too much of it however, as Echo suddenly knocks his head into the underside of the control panel with a grunt of pain. Omega looks almost concerned for a moment, before Echo asks:
“She does?”
The pain hasn’t even faded from his forehead, but he’s far more interested in this. He can’t help it; Can’t help the weak spot he has for you, and the way his heart slammed against his chest at the idea that you’d been watching and drawing him when he hadn’t been paying attention. How you found anything inspirational about him he had nary a guess, but in a way that is so hopelessly love struck he can’t say he minds in the slightest.
“Yeah, when we were walking on the beach yesterday she was talking about how she really likes you and that-” Echo turns to try and look at her more face on, even if he’s still on his back. He just hopes that his face doesn’t visibly show how surprisingly warm it feels on his cheeks.
“Omega… If she told you something in confidence-” She quickly moves her hands to shush him. He feels he makes the right choice in telling her to not gossip, but Echo can’t help but really want to know what you’d said.
“I didn’t say anything! I was just, telling you that she makes a lot of nice art.” She’s clearly hiding a smile, even if she’s attempting to hold a stoic face.
And while Echo thinks he probably shouldn’t be, he can’t help but feel his heart race a little faster a the idea that you might maybe like him. But that’s something he’s thought for awhile, long before they’d ended up here.
Omega seems to use his silence as the perfect time to leave, trying to find something to maintain her curiosity now that she’s dropped this heavy tidbit of information onto him.
Echo silently gets back to work, letting out a long but quiet sigh. There’s so many things to get done, and he hasn’t the time to think about silly things. As he does so he takes note of the peaceful quiet in the ship, though there is sound not long after.
There’s footsteps coming closer, and he can tell by the pattern that it’s more than likely you. Your voice speaking up affirms the suspicion, and also increases his heart rate dramatically.
“You two have a good chat?” Echo reaches for another tool with his good hand and hums, seeing your legs standing beside his own. You soon decide to sit down, cross-legged beside his knees now more at face level for him.
“Yeah, just told her to watch out for the carnivorous wildlife.” If he was anticipating the sentence to get a reaction out of you he succeeded; Watching your face and seeing the way you sigh and rub your hands against your face and groan.
“Ok, if one more person mentions this I swear I will actually go insane. The one in a million chance of getting wounded by a rogue carnivorous fish has become the hot topic of this ship for far too long.”
He laughs at the way you clearly seem to be at your wits end when it comes to that whole thing, and you both stop talking for a moment until Echo does finally speak back up. It takes him a moment to find the way he wants to word this, and hoping it doesn’t come out completely love struck.
“She uh, did tell me something.”
You hum, perking up a little as you look at him. He stops working on what he’d been doing for a moment, pulling out from underneath the control panel to sit up and look you more head on. There’s a little bit of something, probably lubricant, on the side of his cheek that he hadn’t noticed yet.
“She said that you, were making art of me.” he says, and your face instantly starts feeling boiling hot.
Echo was never supposed to find out about that! It was just some dumb thing you’d been doing to pass the tons of boring time in hyperspace, and that you’d probably delete and pretend never existed. They were a sign of your hopelessly bleeding heart and feelings, and not something that Echo was ever supposed to hear. Though the absolute embarrassment you let out a tense breath of air through your nose.
“I swear, that little-” You cover your mouth with your hand, feeling more than a little bit embarrassed. Part of you wants to just run, but you’d have to come back here anyways, you couldn’t just become one with the wilds.
You’d just, casually mentioned it to Omega, and in that moment had completely forgotten that she might end up telling him. The way Echo had said it sounded like you were a creep staring at the back of his head non-stop, which was exactly the opposite of what you wanted to be to him. You’re so stuck reeling in your own embarrassment you almost don’t hear Echo speak again.
“That was stupid I really shouldn’t have said that-” You’re shaking your head and hands, squeezing your eyes shut and sighing.
“No no it’s fine just, Maker now you probably think I’m creepy or somethin-”
“No!” His sudden outburst startles you, enough so that he quickly backtracks.
“I mean, no. I don’t find it creepy. I think it’s kind of flattering, actually. Didn’t think I was anything worth doing art of.” It’s nice to hear that he doesn’t think you’re weird, but his self-deprecating attitude is a little concerning.
“I think you are.” You say, voice quieter than it had been earlier. Echo laughs, rubbing the area when his skin meets his scomp link attachment.
“Well, you’re the first then.”
He’s smiling at you, and you can’t help but smile back even as your face grows hot. You’ve always had a bit of a crush on Echo, ever since you first met him, so you can’t help but feel your heart flip in your chest.
Interrupting your moment is the distant sound of Omega’s voice, demanding someone to ‘keep out’. Her plea seems to go largely unanswered however, as both Hunter and Tech push by her anyways, and see you and Echo sitting on the floor in the cockpit. Tech is just here to grab something and leave, meanwhile Hunter lingers.
“Up to something in here? Omega was really keen on keeping us all out.” You were going to scold that girl for sure, but also sneak her a high five for letting you get this moment along with Echo.
“Oh, us? Nah we’re not up to anything.”
Hunter doesn’t seem to be entirely convinced, but lets the topic drop. You turn back to Echo and smile, covering your mouth as you try not to let out a laugh. Once Hunter leaves you both alone again, you move to get onto your knees but not leave quite yet.
“I’ll go help them and leave you with, whatever you’re working on down there.” Echo partly doesn’t even remember what he had been doing; Most of the time he’d been too distracted by the thought of you.
Before you move to get back to your feet you lean inward, putting one hand on Echo’s shoulder and leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. It’s afterward you quickly get up and scurry away, leaving Echo alone again.
Echo swears he can still feel your soft lips on his cheek, even know he logically knows it isn’t the case. His throat his tight and he swallows, laying back down to try and get back to work.
Echo was already having enough trouble trying to keep his head on straight but now? Knowing that you felt the same as him?
He’s absolutely fucked.
I have been fed with this beautiful fic 🥹
Would you mind doing a jealous Echo (of Hunter or Tech) x reader? 🫣
They aren’t in a relationship yet but Hunter or Tech brothers try to give Echo an incentive to ask the reader out.
Thanks 🙏🏼
The music was loud and the lights were flashing, it was a regular night at 79s and Echo was ready to relax....until he saw you.
He swore he couldn't breathe when he caught sight of you, up at the bar surrounded by your friends, throwing back your head to down your glass.
Hunter noticed right away, and nudged Tech's foot beneath the table before nodding to Echo. The newest member of the Bad Batch had been quiet all night long, and this was the first time they'd seen Echo take an interest in something that wasn't strategy on the battlefield.
Across the bar, your eyes met his, and you offered a shy little wave. Dumbfounded at his luck, Echo waved back, his eyes shining with joy.
"Are you going to buy them a drink?" Tech asked.
"Wha- who?" Echo stammered over his words as his cheeks grew hot.
"Don't deny it, vod, you've been staring at 'em for half the night," Hunter leaned back in their booth, giving Echo a clear field of vision as you laughed at one of your friend's jokes.
Echo almost stood up, then stopped himself. "You really think they'd say yes to someone like me?" He asked.
"They're at the one bar on Coruscaunt that actively caters to clones. It's not completely insane to assume they'd be interested in you."
Echo held up his scomp, "Even with this?"
Hunter sighed. Despite The Bad Batch's efforts to show Echo how their differences made them stronger, Echo struggled with his cybernetic enhancements. It made sense of course, none of them looked the way he did, and he'd only had a few months to get used to them as compared to them with their entire lives.
"Then you won't mind if I ask them for a dance, would you?" Hunter stood up and slid out of the booth. Echo made a few noises of protest that were lost to the music. Hunter winked at his brother, and expertly wove through the crowd to the bar. Echo could only watch in horror as Hunter asked you to dance, begging that you would say no. Unfortunately, you accepted with a smile that made his heart stop, and Hunter led you out onto the dance floor.
Echo shriveled back into himself, completely missing the look in your eyes as you scanned the bar for him again. But Tech didn't.
Tech leaned back in the booth and sipped his drink. "Cheer up, Echo, there's always next dance." Echo kicked him under the table.
Tech slammed his datapad on the table, "Echo, if you continue to feel sorry for yourself without even trying I'm afraid you won't get much pity from us."
"It's easy for you and Hunter, you have mesh'las lining up to talk to you everywhere we go. Of course they were gonna say yes to him!"
Tech pinched the bridge of his nose, "Echo, if they were to reject you purely on the principle of your prosthetics, then they were never worth knowing in the first place."
Silence hung over the Batch's booth as the music screamed around them. Tech sighed and picked up his datapad again, intent on finishing the scientific article he'd been reading. By the time he looked up again, Echo was gone.
Above the beat of the base, Echo could hear Hunter's discussion with you, and it sounded like you were talking about him.
"I've got this brother of mine who's helpless when it comes to romance. Would you mind giving him a few pointers?"
"I'd love to, where is he?" You asked.
Hunter turned just as Echo pulled up alongside you both, "Aha, here he is!" Hunter clapped Echo on the shoulder, pulling him towards you, "This is Echo, the GAR's most brilliant strategist."
"Thanks," Echo coughed out.
Hunter stepped aside and clapped his hands with a smug smile, "Well, I'll leave you to it!" He slipped back into the crowd, humming along to the music as the song changed.
That left you and Echo in the middle of the dance floor.
"Uh, hi. I'm Echo." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
You smiled that heart-stopping smile again. "I know. I was hoping you'd ask me to dance tonight."
Echo blinked. "You were?"
"Of course! I've only been making eyes at you all night," You teased. You took one of his arms and placed it on your waist.
"Your brother said you needed some pointers on romance?" You prompted. Echo could hardly believe you were actually talking to him, much less think of a reply. You pulled him close and gently draped your arm across his shoulders, gently swaying to the beat of the music.
"Is this okay? I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" You asked, all hint of teasing vanished from your voice for a moment.
Echo quickly shook his head and went for your other hand as he'd seen all the vode doing with their dance partners, only to realize at the last second that it was his scomp arm. Not missing a beat, you grasped the scomp as you would anyone else's hand.
"You're not as bad at dancing as your brother made it out to be," Your light teasing returned, and Echo was just relieved he hadn't completely messed things up.
"That's a relief," He laughed nervously, "I was afraid they'd given me two left feet."
You threw your head back laughing, and in a burst of confidence, Echo spun you back into a dip. He was pretty sure he heard a whoop of encouragement from Hunter.
The song ended, and Echo brought you back up to your feet. His own started wobbling as you gave him that smile that had been making him melt the entire night. Fortunately, you looped your arms around his.
"So this is the part where we get drinks together. Am I paying, or are you?" You tapped the skull symbol on his chestplate.
Echo allowed himself to grin for the first time all night, "Allow me, mesh'la."
Oh my gosh I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a story with Wrecker and a f!jedireader? Where the reader saves his life and he falls in love with her.
Heart of the Wreckage
Wrecker x Female Jedi!Reader
You didn’t ask to be assigned to Clone Force 99.
You preferred structure. Discipline. A command chain you didn’t have to second-guess every five minutes. Instead, you got five walking exceptions to Republic standard procedure—and one of them was already trying to balance a blaster rifle on his nose when you entered the hangar.
The docking bay echoed with the metallic thrum of shifting armor and quiet tension. You stood at the base of the Marauder’s ramp, arms folded, cloak stirring around your boots. Clone Force 99 loomed ahead like a puzzle you hadn’t quite solved—Hunter’s brooding intensity, Tech’s sharp tongue, Crosshair’s narrowed eyes, and then there was Wrecker, already waving enthusiastically at you as if you were old friends.
You blinked. “He’s…very expressive.”
“Get used to it,” Hunter said, deadpan. “He’s also stronger than anyone you’ve ever met, and more loyal.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
This wasn’t your first joint operation with clones, but it was the first time you were paired with them. The “defective” batch. You’d read the reports. Tactical improvisation. Non-reg protocol. Explosive results.
Wrecker bounded forward. “You’re the Jedi, huh? I like your robes—got that windblown, mysterious vibe!”
You raised an eyebrow. “Thank you, I think?”
He gave a grin so wide it made you instinctively smile back.
⸻
The jungle was alive with rot, buzzes, and heat. The Marauder was docked a klick out. You adjusted your lightsaber on your belt and took point through the underbrush, boots silent, posture confident.
“Y’know,” you said over your shoulder, “I’ve read the reports on your squad. Impressive. In a ‘dangerously unregulated’ kind of way.”
“Some of us take that as a compliment,” Tech murmured, tapping at his datapad.
Wrecker, however, just grinned. “You should see us when things blow up. That’s when we really shine.”
You smirked. “I’m not impressed by explosions. I’m impressed by control.”
The moment the words left your mouth, blaster fire rained down from a hidden perimeter.
“Ambush!” Hunter barked.
You didn’t hesitate. Lightsaber flared to life, spinning in a fluid arc as you dropped into the fray. You cut through the first turret with a lazy flourish, pivoting to take out a second.
Behind you, Wrecker charged into enemy fire with a feral roar, ripping a tree trunk out of the ground to use as cover. It was absurd. It was stupid. It worked.
And then it happened—a concussive blast erupted from underfoot.
“Wrecker!” you shouted as he disappeared in a bloom of smoke and dirt.
You dove toward him without thinking. The smoke parted to reveal him half-buried in debris, face bloodied, armor cracked.
No time for the Force. No time for hesitation.
You dropped beside him, heaving metal plating off his chest, fingers scrabbling for a pulse. “You absolute brute,” you hissed, breath tight. “Why didn’t you check for mines?”
He groaned. “Didn’t think… they were sneaky enough…”
His eyelids fluttered.
“Stay with me, big guy,” you muttered, dragging him up with far more strength than your size suggested. “You don’t get to die on my mission.”
A blaster bolt screamed toward you from above.
You whipped your saber upward behind your back, deflecting the shot cleanly. Another followed. Then five.
They were targeting him.
You positioned yourself between Wrecker and the enemy without thinking. Your saber spun in tight arcs, catching bolts from all sides. The jungle lit up in rhythmic flashes of violet and red.
Crosshair’s voice crackled over comms. “Snipers—north treeline!”
“I see them,” you snapped. “But they’re not getting past me.”
One droid tried to flank you from the left—its aim dead-set on Wrecker’s exposed chest. You lunged forward and hurled your saber like a boomerang, slicing through its head. The hilt curved back into your palm as you returned to your guard position over Wrecker.
A glint of movement—a second droideka unfolded ten meters away, shield igniting with a hum.
You narrowed your eyes.
“Alright,” you muttered. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
The droideka fired. Rapid-fire bolts slammed into your defenses. You slid forward on instinct, redirecting each bolt into the tree line. You advanced one step at a time, deflecting, pushing, keeping it busy—until suddenly, a heavy explosion cracked the jungle from the opposite side.
Hunter and Crosshair emerged from the flank.
The droideka went down in fire and shrapnel.
You dropped to your knees, panting, your saber still lit in one hand. Then you turned back to Wrecker.
He groaned.
“Stars above,” you exhaled.
“Did…” His voice rasped, dazed. “Did I miss the fun?”
You gave a breathless, relieved laugh.
“You almost were the fun.”
His eyes opened sluggishly, and he blinked at you.
“You stayed?” he croaked.
You stared at him. “Of course I stayed.”
He tried to sit up, wincing immediately. You caught him by the shoulder and pressed him back down.
“Easy,” you said. “I just deflected enough blaster fire to light a city block. Don’t make me fight you too.”
⸻
Wrecker was stable—barely. The field medkit had done what it could. You sat on the ramp of the ship later that evening, arms crossed, watching as he stubbornly limped his way toward you with his torso still wrapped in gauze.
“Shouldn’t you be lying down?” you said.
He grinned, sheepish. “Wanted to say thanks.”
You glanced at him. “For getting blown up?”
“For pulling me out. You didn’t have to.”
“You’re part of the squad,” you replied coolly. “And I don’t leave people behind.”
“But you really went for it,” he said, sinking down beside you. “Didn’t think a Jedi would care that much about a guy like me.”
You snorted. “You think I risk my life for just anyone? Please.”
He looked startled.
You smirked. “You’re lucky I have a soft spot for wrecking balls with big dumb hearts.”
That earned a booming laugh from him. “Aw, c’mon—I ain’t that dumb.”
“I said big dumb heart, not brain. You fought well. Just… try not to step on anything next time.”
He tilted his head, watching you more seriously now. “You’re different from what I expected. Thought Jedi were supposed to be all calm and quiet.”
“I am calm,” you replied loftily. “I just happen to be excellent. And if I don’t remind people of that, who will?”
Wrecker blinked. Then grinned so wide it made something in your chest twist a little. “You’re funny.”
You looked away, suddenly aware of the warmth in your cheeks. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Too late.”
Silence fell. Comfortable, maybe even a little intimate.
“You really scared me back there,” you admitted finally, voice lower now.
“Scared myself too,” he said. “But it helped, havin’ you there.”
He looked at you then—not with the usual goofy enthusiasm, but something softer. Real. “I like that you don’t treat me like I’m just the muscle.”
You didn’t respond right away. Just nodded, watching a Felucian bird glide overhead.
“…I like that you let me save you,” you said eventually. “Don’t make it a habit.”
Wrecker chuckled and bumped your shoulder with his.
“No promises.”
Hiya lovely! I was wondering if you could do a Bad Batch X blind force sensitive Reader where they did the painting of her on their ship but since she can’t see she doesn’t mention it but the bit are flustered because she’s like their version of a celeb crush because of unorthodox on the battle field.
Very much enjoy reading your stories! 🧡🧡
“Echoes of a Legend”
The Bad Batch x Blind Jedi!Reader
Even before the Order made it official with her rank, she moved through warzones like a rumor given form. Jedi Master [Y/N], field strategist and warrior monk of the Outer Rim campaigns, was a living contradiction—unpredictable, untouchable, devastating.
And blind.
Not metaphorically. Physically. Her eyes were pale and unseeing, but the Force made her a weapon no enemy wanted to face. Not when her saber moved like liquid flame, her bare feet danced across fields of blaster fire, and her instincts cut sharper than any tactical droid could calculate.
Clone troopers told stories of her—how she once Force-flipped an AAT into a ravine because “it was in her way.” How she never issued orders, only spoke suggestions, and somehow her men moved with perfect synchronicity around her. How she’d once been shot clean through the shoulder and kept fighting, citing “mild discomfort.”
To Clone Force 99, she was something between a war icon and a celebrity crush.
They’d never met her. Not officially. But they’d studied her campaigns. Memorized her maneuvers. And after Tech had painstakingly stitched together footage from her battlefield cams, Wrecker had pitched the idea: “We should paint her on the Marauder.”
It had started as a joke.
But then they’d done it.
Nose art, like the old warbirds from Kamino’s ancient archives. Cloak swirling. Lightsaber ignited. Body poised in mid-air, wind tossing her hair. There were probably more elegant ways to honor a Jedi Master. But elegance had never been Clone Force 99’s strong suit.
And now, they were docking on Coruscant.
And she was waiting for them.
“She’s here.”
Hunter stared at the holopad in his hand. Her silhouette stood at the base of the landing platform, backlit by the setting sun, cloak fluttering in the breeze.
“Right,” Echo muttered. “No turning back now.”
“She doesn’t know about the painting,” Crosshair said. It wasn’t a question.
“She’s blind,” Tech replied. “So in all likelihood, no.”
Wrecker, sweating, mumbled, “What if she feels it through the Force?”
No one answered that.
The ramp lowered.
She didn’t move as they descended, but they all felt it—that ripple in the air, like entering the calm center of a storm. She stood still, chin slightly tilted, as if listening to their boots on durasteel. Her hands were clasped loosely behind her back. No lightsaber in sight. But the power radiating off her was unmistakable.
Then she smiled.
“I thought I felt wild energy approaching,” she said, voice warm, low, and confident. “Clone Force 99.”
The voice didn’t match the chaos they’d expected. It was calm. Even soothing.
They all saluted, more out of reflex than formality.
“Master Jedi,” Hunter said, his voice lower than usual.
“‘Master’ is excessive,” you said, tilting your head. “You’re the ones with the art exhibit.”
Hunter’s face went slack. Echo coughed. Tech blinked. Crosshair’s toothpick fell.
Wrecker choked on his own spit.
“…Art?” Echo asked, voice high.
You turned toward the ship—just slightly off to the side.
“The painting. On the nose of your ship. I hear it’s flattering.”
Hunter’s jaw clenched. “You… saw it?”
“No. I heard it. The padawan of the Ninth Battalion told me. With great enthusiasm.”
Wrecker groaned and dropped his helmet onto the ground with a thunk.
“I haven’t looked,” you added gently. “Don’t worry.”
That… only made it worse.
“I wasn’t aware I’d become wartime propaganda,” you continued, starting toward them with measured steps. “But it’s not the strangest thing I’ve encountered.”
Crosshair muttered, “Could’ve fooled me. You yeeted a super tactical droid off a cliff on Umbara.”
“I did,” you replied, smiling faintly. “He was being condescending.”
They walked with you through the plaza toward the Temple, though it felt more like a parade of sheep behind a lion. Despite your calm presence, none of them could relax. Especially not when you turned your head toward them mid-stride and said:
“Which one of you painted it?”
Silence.
Tech cleared his throat. “It was… a collaborative effort. Conceptually mine. Execution—shared.”
You grinned. “Collaborative pin-up Jedi portraiture. You’re pioneers.”
“I’m sorry,” Echo said sincerely. “We meant it as a tribute.”
“I know.” You touched his elbow lightly as you passed. “That’s why I’m not offended.”
Hunter, walking beside you, couldn’t help but glance down. You didn’t wear boots. Just light wrap-around cloth sandals. Not exactly standard issue for a battlefield. But then again, you were anything but standard.
“You don’t need to walk on eggshells around me,” you said to him softly.
“We painted you on our ship,” he replied, the words gravel-rough. “Forgive me if I’m not sure what I can say.”
You turned toward him, unseeing eyes oddly precise. “Say what you mean.”
Wrecker—trailing behind with his helmet under one arm—whispered, “She’s terrifying.”
“Terrifyingly interesting,” Tech whispered back.
“She can hear you,” you called over your shoulder.
Wrecker squeaked.
By the time they reached the Temple steps, all five were sweating—some from nerves, some from heat, some from the sheer existential dread of having their war-crush walking next to them and being nice about the whole embarrassing mural situation.
“You’re staying onboard the Marauder for this mission, aren’t you?” you asked as they paused near the gates.
Hunter nodded. “Yes, Master Jedi.”
“Then I suppose I’ll be seeing myself every time I board.”
Sheer panic.
“But don’t worry,” you added with a smirk, sensing it. “I’ll pretend I don’t know what it looks like.”
Crosshair grumbled, “Or we could repaint it.”
“Don’t,” you said, suddenly serious. “It’s nice to be remembered for something other than war reports.”
And then you were gone—ascending the Temple steps with grace that shouldn’t have belonged to someone without sight, cloak trailing like shadow behind fire.
The Batch stared after you.
“She’s—” Wrecker began.
“I know,” Hunter said, almost reverently.
Echo exhaled. “We’re in trouble.”
Hi! I hope this ok but I was wondering if you could do a spicy fic with Tech, maybe he gets flustered whenever she’s near and his brothers try to help by getting you do stuff and help him.
Hope you have a great weekend!
“Terminally Yours”
Tech x Reader
Tech was a genius—analytical, composed, articulate.
Until you walked into a room.
You’d joined the Bad Batch on a temporary mission as a communications specialist. The job should have been straightforward. Decode enemy transmissions, secure Republic relays, leave. What you hadn’t planned for was the quiet, bespectacled clone who dropped his hydrospanner every time you got too close.
You leaned over the console, fingers flying across the keypad as you rerouted the relay node Tech had said was “performing with suboptimal efficiency.” You were deep into the override sequence when a clatter behind you made you jump.
Clank.
Tech’s hydrospanner had hit the floor. Again.
You turned, brows raised. “You okay there, Tech?”
He cleared his throat, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose as he bent down awkwardly to retrieve the tool. “Yes. Quite. Merely dropped it due to… a temporary lapse in grip strength.”
Hunter’s voice echoed from the cockpit. “More like a temporary lapse in brain function. That’s the fourth time today.”
You smirked and returned to the console. Tech didn’t reply.
⸻
You sat beside Omega, poking at your rations. Tech was on the far end of the table, clearly trying not to look your way while also tracking your every move like a nervous datapad with legs.
“You know,” Omega said loudly, “Tech said he wants help cleaning the data arrays in the cockpit. He said you’re the only one who knows how to handle them.”
Your brow arched. “He did?”
At the other end of the table, Tech choked on his food.
Echo smirked. “Pretty sure that’s not what he said, Omega.”
“It is,” she insisted with wide, innocent eyes. “I asked him who he’d want help from, and he said her name first.”
Wrecker grinned. “And then he blushed!”
“I did not,” Tech muttered, voice strangled.
You bit back a grin. “Well, I am good with arrays…”
Hunter looked at Tech, then at you, then back at his food like it was the most fascinating thing in the galaxy.
⸻
You found Tech alone at the terminal, his fingers flying over the keys. You stepped up beside him, arms brushing.
He froze mid-keystroke.
“I figured I’d help with the arrays,” you said, voice low, letting your hand rest against the console a little closer than necessary. “Since you said I was the best candidate.”
His ears turned red. “That was… an extrapolated hypothetical. I did not anticipate you would take Omega’s report so… literally.”
You leaned in, letting your shoulder press against his. “Is that going to be a problem?”
He inhaled sharply. “I—no. Not at all.”
You brushed your fingers along the edge of the screen, pretending to study the data. “Because I don’t mind helping you, Tech. I actually like working close to you. You’re… brilliant. Kind of cute when you’re flustered, too.”
He blinked behind his goggles. “I—um—I do not often receive comments of that nature—cute, I mean. That is to say—thank you.”
His fingers twitched nervously. You reached over to rest your hand over his.
“You’re welcome. And if you ever want to drop your hydrospanner again to get my attention, Tech, just say something next time.”
“…I’ll keep that in mind.”
⸻
Wrecker, Omega, and Echo crouched behind a supply crate, straining to hear.
“Did she touch his hand?” Omega whispered excitedly.
“Pretty sure she did more than that,” Echo muttered.
Wrecker pumped a fist in the air. “I told you! Get her close enough and boom—Tech-meltdown!”
They high-fived, right before the door to the cockpit opened and you walked out.
You stopped.
They froze.
“…Were you all spying?”
“Uh,” Omega said.
Echo cleared his throat. “More like… observing.”
“Scientific purposes,” Wrecker added. “Real important stuff.”
You rolled your eyes and walked away—but you didn’t miss the grin Echo gave Tech as he slipped inside the cockpit next.
“You owe me ten credits.”
Tech pushed his goggles up. “Worth every credit.”
You are SO TALENTED!!!! I love reading your fics so much. There is something so comforting and perfect about how you write. I can’t put my finger on how to explain what I mean other than I really love your style and how you describe things and write the characters. You always start the fics off in a unique way and I love how to interpret people’s ideas into your style!! Would it be okay if I make a tech request please? I was thinking about something kind of idiots to lovers where they are both obviously interested in each other but haven’t made that step yet and everyone is relaxing on the beach (because they deserve it) and reader can’t stop staring at tech and is super obvious and helpless about it. Maybe he gets all flustered and shy about it and the others are teasing them and pushing them together? If you want of course only if you feel inspired! Thank you 💗💗💗 so much love for you and your fics!
That means so much—thank you! Seriously, I’m really honored by your words, truly means a lot 🤍
“Heat Index”
Tech x Reader
The beach wasn’t part of the mission.
It was just…there. Unoccupied. Warm. Irresistible.
Clone Force 99 had been rerouted after a failed rendezvous with Cid’s contact, and with no immediate threats or intel to chase down, Hunter declared something miraculous:
“Stand down for the day. You’ve earned it.”
And that’s how you found yourself on a quiet, sun-drenched coast with the sound of waves in your ears, sand between your toes, and a distinct inability to stop staring at Tech.
You told yourself you were being subtle. Sitting beside him while he recalibrated his datapad, watching him tap at the screen with focused precision, eyes half-hidden behind his signature goggles. You probably looked like you were zoning out—beachy daydreaming, normal and relaxed.
But inside? Inside you were on fire.
It was embarrassing, really, the way your stomach flipped every time he pushed his glasses up or muttered to himself. The man could be describing planetary topography and you’d nod along like he was whispering sweet nothings.
And you weren’t slick. Not even a little.
“Y/N, you’re staring again,” Echo said, not even trying to be discreet as he passed by with a makeshift towel slung around his neck. His prosthetic hand glinted in the sun as he pointed an accusatory thumb your way.
“I’m not,” you mumbled, heat rushing to your face.
“You are,” Wrecker chimed in from where he was wrestling with Omega in the shallows. “Even I noticed. And I was busy winning.”
“You were not!” Omega shouted, shoving at Wrecker’s broad chest as he laughed and face-planted into the surf.
You groaned and covered your face. This was fine. Totally fine. They were just teasing. They always teased.
But Tech?
Oblivious.
He didn’t even look up, still scrolling through data with maddening focus, the sunlight glinting off his goggles. You watched as he adjusted his posture on the towel beneath him, arms flexing under the light linen of his casual shirt—of course he rolled his sleeves. Of course.
“You know,” Crosshair drawled from behind you, “he’s been stealing glances at you all day.”
You jumped.
“What?”
“Mm.” Crosshair didn’t elaborate. He just took a slow sip from the coconut drink Wrecker had found earlier and tilted his head, smirking. “Took you long enough to notice.”
You turned back to Tech quickly, trying not to look like you were checking—but yes. His head was angled just a bit too stiffly toward his datapad, like he’d jerked his gaze away the moment you turned. His fingers weren’t moving. He was paused.
Flustered?
That couldn’t be right. This was Tech. The man had calculated the thermal resistance of Wrecker’s cooking experiments and quoted entire military texts without blinking. Emotion wasn’t his operating system.
…But his ears were a bit pink.
You squinted. No way.
“Hunter,” you hissed toward the Batch’s defacto leader, hoping for confirmation.
He looked up from where he was lounging with a smug expression that had definitely been inherited from Crosshair at some point.
“He likes you. Don’t ask me to interpret how—but yeah. You’re just as obvious as he is.”
You buried your face in your hands again.
This was a mess. A ridiculous, tangled, sun-soaked mess.
And yet—
“Y/N?” Tech’s voice was right beside you. Quiet. Tentative. You startled a little—when had he moved closer?
“I—I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he said, and you watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard. “But I noticed a discrepancy in your hydration levels. You haven’t had water in two hours and thirty-seven minutes.”
You blinked. “You’re…tracking my water intake?”
“Well, I’ve been tracking everyone’s. But yours in particular was… below optimal parameters.”
You stared.
He cleared his throat.
“I made this for you,” he added, holding out a homemade drink container fashioned from a modified canteen and what looked like part of a fruit rind. “It’s rehydration-optimized. With, um… taste. I believe that matters to you?”
Your heart did a completely traitorous little leap. “You made me a beach drink?”
His ears turned very pink. “Yes.”
Crosshair made a gagging sound from somewhere behind you.
You took the drink, fingers brushing Tech’s. He didn’t pull away.
“Thanks,” you said softly. “That’s… really sweet.”
He stared at you for a second, expression flickering behind his goggles.
“Would you—” he blurted, then stopped himself. “Would you… be interested in accompanying me on a walk along the beach? For scientific reasons.”
“Scientific reasons?”
“Yes. I’d like to examine the tidal patterns. But also… I’d like to spend time with you.”
You almost laughed in relief, and it was so him, so endearing and awkward and precise, that you couldn’t say no.
“Yeah,” you said, and smiled. “I’d like that.”
The walk started slow.
He kept his hands behind his back at first, clearly trying to keep things casual, but he couldn’t help rattling off bits of data about the tides and the weather patterns. You nodded, asked just enough to keep him talking—but you were watching him more than anything else.
His brow furrowed when he talked, like every thought had to be carefully handled and shaped before it left his mouth. But he got passionate. Excited. Animated.
He gestured toward a tide pool and nearly tripped over a rock, catching himself with a flustered noise that made you giggle. His cheeks turned pink again.
“This is ridiculous,” he muttered suddenly.
“What is?”
He turned to you, still awkward, but determined. “I’ve run the probabilities. Of outcomes. Of this… situation.”
“This situation being…?”
“You and me,” he said, like it was a confession he’d been holding in for weeks. “Statistically, the indicators are positive. Even when accounting for external variables and potential mission constraints.”
You bit your lip. “Tech—are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
He hesitated. Then: “I like you. Very much. In a not entirely logical way.”
Your breath caught.
“You do?”
“I have for some time,” he admitted. “I didn’t say anything because I assumed the feelings were not… mutual. And I didn’t want to make things awkward among the squad.”
“Oh,” you said, voice breathy. “You absolute idiot.”
He blinked.
“I like you too,” you said, taking a step closer. “In a totally not-logical-at-all way. Everyone else figured it out ages ago.”
Tech looked stunned.
You took his hand—he startled, but didn’t pull away.
“I wanted to tell you,” you said. “But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I am, in fact,” he said slowly, “very comfortable at the moment.”
The silence stretched between you, warm and fizzing with promise.
And then—
“Finally!”
You both turned. Wrecker and Echo were standing waist-deep in the surf, cheering.
“I owe you five credits,” Crosshair muttered to Hunter.
You groaned, but couldn’t stop smiling.
“Let them gloat,” Tech said softly, fingers brushing yours again. “We have better things to do.”
“Like?”
“Another kilometer of beach to explore. And perhaps later… dinner. Just the two of us.”
Your stomach fluttered.
“Sounds perfect.”
⸻
Dinner arrived in pieces.
Wrecker had scavenged half the ingredients from the nearby forest—safe and edible, confirmed by Hunter—and Omega, ever the creative one, had helped wrap them in broad leaves and skewer them over a makeshift spit. Echo insisted on seasoning, mumbling something about dignity, and Crosshair contributed by not poisoning the mood with snark.
But you and Tech?
You barely noticed.
You’d spent the entire afternoon orbiting one another, caught in the gravitational pull of what had finally been said and shared. And when Tech suggested you take your food to the far end of the beach—just the two of you—there was no hesitation.
You walked in silence at first, the smell of salt and roasted fruit mingling with the low roar of the tide. The sand cooled beneath your feet as the sun dipped lower, shadows stretching long and purple-blue across the coast. When you reached a quiet, rocky cove framed by tidepools and a sloping dune, Tech paused.
“This will do,” he said.
You laid out the blanket Omega had packed, and he helped you unpack the food with the same precision he brought to every mission. Only this time, you noticed the small things—the way his fingers brushed yours when handing you a wrapped meal, the quiet way he lingered near your side as if anchoring himself.
You sat cross-legged beside him on the blanket. He adjusted his goggles. Again.
“You can take those off, you know,” you said gently.
“I—well, yes, I could, but…”
“But?”
“I prefer to see you clearly.”
Your breath caught. He wasn’t even trying to be smooth. That was the worst part—it was just honesty, simple and unaffected, and it made your chest feel like it had been sun-warmed from the inside out.
He must’ve noticed your reaction because he fumbled with his fork.
“I apologize. Was that too forward?”
“No,” you said quickly. “Just… unexpected.”
A small smile touched his lips. He nudged his glasses up slightly anyway, so you could see more of his eyes.
“Then I shall try to surprise you more often.”
The meal was delicious—maybe not restaurant quality, but easily one of the best things you’d tasted in weeks. The food was secondary, though. The real warmth came from being beside Tech, talking about nothing and everything. His shoulders relaxed the longer you chatted, especially when you teased him lightly about how long it had taken for him to make a move.
“I calculated risk scenarios,” he said indignantly, mouth twitching at the corners.
“Uh-huh. And how’d that go?”
“Well, clearly, I underestimated you.”
You laughed. “You really did.”
After dinner, the sky deepened into indigo, and stars began to prick through the darkness.
You lay back on the blanket with a contented sigh, staring up at the galaxy above. Beside you, Tech adjusted his posture, lying just close enough for your arms to brush.
“The constellations are different from Kamino’s sector,” he murmured. “See that cluster? That’s the Aurigae Trine. It’s only visible from this hemisphere.”
You turned your head to look at him.
“And the one over there?” you asked, pointing.
He followed your gaze, expression thoughtful. “That’s informal. Not officially charted. But some smugglers call it The Serpent’s Tongue.”
“Romantic,” you teased.
“Perhaps not. But…”
He hesitated, then shifted slightly, turning onto his side to face you fully.
“I once thought romance was a variable I would never encounter with clarity,” he said. “It seemed inefficient. Distracting.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And now?”
“Now I find it… illuminating. Like gravitational lensing. Everything bends, but you can see further.”
Your chest tightened with something sweet and aching.
“You always talk like that?” you asked quietly.
He tilted his head. “Do you prefer I don’t?”
“No,” you whispered. “I love it. I love how you see things.”
His gaze softened, and this time, it was his hand that reached for yours.
“I may not always say the right words,” he murmured. “But I will always mean them.”
You laced your fingers with his.
“I know.”
The sky stretched endless above you, starlight threading between the waves and wind. And for once, there was no war. No danger. Just you, and him, and a night that felt like it had waited for years to happen.
Hello, hope this is an ok ask but I was wondering if you could Omega and Fem!Reader where the reader takes an omega on a mother-daughter outing? And the boys see just how much of having a mother figure in omegas life is beneficial? Maybe omega has some attempts of trying to set you up with one of her brothers so you have a reason to stay? Funny shenanigans ensue as omega tries to push her brothers toward you (and succeeds with one of them, your choice of who)
Hope this makes sense! ♥️
“Operation: Stay Forever”
The Bad Batch x Reader
Omega was practically vibrating with excitement as she tugged your hand through the streets of Pabu, her curls bouncing and her voice a mile a minute.
“We’re gonna get snacks, and go to the market, and you have to help me pick a new dress—Hunter says all mine are covered in grease stains but I think they’re just lived in—and maybe we can do something with my hair later! Do you know how to braid? Of course you do, you’re amazing!”
You couldn’t help but laugh, heart full. “I do know how to braid. You want one with beads or ribbons?”
Omega gasped like you’d just offered her the throne of Naboo.
“Beads. Obviously. Ribbons are for formal events. This is casual fabulosity.”
You smiled, following her into the plaza. “Of course. Casual fabulosity. My mistake.”
Hunter squinted as he watched the two of you walk away, Omega’s hand in yours, already talking your ear off.
“…She never talks that much to Tech.”
Wrecker laughed. “That’s ‘cause Tech tried to explain fabrics to her like he was listing battle specs. She just wanted to know if it was twirly.”
Echo leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “She needed this.”
“She’s had us,” Crosshair said simply, though he looked less like he was arguing and more like he was observing.
Echo’s brow lifted. “She’s had four brothers and a droid. That’s not the same thing as having a mother figure.” He glanced at Hunter. “Which I keep telling you. For years.”
“Oh, come on,” Wrecker grinned. “You were basically the mom until she met [Y/N].”
Echo didn’t miss a beat. “And you were the big toddler I was babysitting.”
Hunter snorted. “Can’t argue there.”
⸻
Omega twirled in her new outfit—a bright tunic you’d helped her pick, complete with beads braided into her hair. You’d spent the last hour painting your nails and hers, sipping local fruit teas, and chatting about everything from your favorite foods to who the you thought the cutest clone was.
“So…” Omega said slowly, squinting up at you with faux innocence. “Do you like anyone?”
You blinked. “What?”
“You know. Like like.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “Because I think one of my brothers likes you.”
You choked on your tea. “I’m sorry—what?”
“Well, it’s obvious. Everyone likes you. But I think Echo likes you. Or maybe Hunter.” She tapped her chin. “Definitely not Crosshair. He’s weird. He called feelings ‘tactical liabilities.’”
You laughed despite yourself. “That sounds about right.”
“But you could be the mom! Then you’d have to stay! I’ve decided.”
You raised a brow. “That why you’ve been dragging me by the hand all day like a trophy?”
“Yes,” she said proudly.
⸻
You returned to the Batch’s quarters just in time to find the guys lounging around post-dinner. Omega skipped ahead of you, proudly showing off her outfit and beads.
“Look what we did! She’s so good at braiding, and she picked this out, and—oh!” She turned, sly grin in place. “You know, she really likes men who are good with kids.”
Hunter arched a brow.
Echo narrowed his eyes.
Crosshair rolled his.
Wrecker leaned forward excitedly. “Ooooh. Is this one of those matchmaking things again?”
“Again?!” you hissed, turning to Omega.
Omega threw her hands up. “I’m just trying to help! She’s amazing, and you all need help with social cues.”
Echo blinked slowly. “I’m going to get blamed for this, aren’t I?”
Hunter sighed, rubbing his temple. “Omega—”
“I mean,” Omega went on innocently, “she is pretty, and Echo’s the responsible one, but maybe a bit too serious. Hunter, you’re too emotionally constipated—”
“Hey!”
“Crosshair’s a walking red flag—”
“Not inaccurate,” Echo muttered.
“—and Wrecker’s a brother to everyone. Which means Echo is the best option. Or maybe Hunter if he could manage one emotional conversation without running off into the jungle.”
Hunter looked like he was reconsidering all his life choices. “Omega, you’re grounded.”
“You can’t ground me. I have diplomatic immunity,” she beamed.
Wrecker burst out laughing.
You were crying with laughter now, face flushed. “I can’t believe you just called Crosshair a red flag.”
“She’s not wrong,” Crosshair said, leaning back with an almost-smile.
Echo, still composed, finally looked your way. “You’re really good with her.”
You smiled. “She’s easy to love.”
He paused. “Yeah. She is.”
Your eyes met. The moment hung—just long enough for Omega to wiggle her eyebrows dramatically in the background like a gremlin.
Echo sighed. “Omega, if you don’t stop matchmaking, I’m going to let Crosshair do your next math lesson.”
Her horror was immediate. “You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, I would.”
Crosshair smiled slowly. “I’ll make flashcards.”
⸻
Later that night, you were helping Omega with her beads and hair.
“Did I mess it up?” she asked suddenly. “Trying to push things?”
You looked at her in the mirror and smiled softly.
“No. You just reminded me how lucky I am to be here.”
She smiled back, cheeks a little pink. “You’re not gonna leave, right?”
You pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Not unless Crosshair actually makes those flashcards.”
“Please don’t leave,” she said dramatically, “I’m not ready for that.”
Neither were you.
And honestly?
You weren’t going anywhere.
⸻
The next morning, you found Omega hunched over the small dining table with a data pad, scraps of paper, crayons, and a very serious expression. Wrecker walked by, glanced at the mess, and raised a brow.
“Whatcha doin’, kid?”
“Mission planning,” Omega said without looking up.
“For what, exactly?”
She tapped the screen with finality. “Operation Wedding Bells.”
Wrecker blinked. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
By midday, Hunter had found out.
Because Omega had tried to get his measurements.
“For the suit, obviously,” she said.
Hunter rubbed his temples like he had a migraine. “What suit?”
“For the wedding. Between Echo and [Y/N].”
You nearly dropped the tray of food you were carrying. “Omega.”
She held up the data pad and pointed to a crude drawing of a beach, some flowers, and what you assumed was Echo in some sort of tuxedo with his armor still on. “Do you want a sunset wedding or a moonlight one? I can make either happen. I’ve already got Crosshair assigned to security. And I told Tech that he could officiate.”
Echo stared at her blankly. “Why Tech?”
“He’s got that ‘wise old man’ vibe now.”
“I’m no older then the rest.”
“Yeah, but you’ve got the vibe.”
Hunter sighed. “You’re grounded.”
“You can’t ground me,” Omega said, standing up and striking a dramatic pose. “I’m planning a wedding.”
⸻
The sun was setting, warm orange light spilling over the ocean, casting long shadows across the sand.
You were sitting quietly, sipping a cool drink and letting the breeze brush across your skin, when Echo stepped out and joined you. He had something in his hands—a small, folded piece of paper, clearly drawn by Omega.
“She gave this to me,” he said, handing it to you.
You opened it.
It was another “wedding plan.” The two of you were stick figures holding hands, surrounded by a bunch of questionably drawn flowers, and what looked like Wrecker as a ring bearer. At the bottom, in bold handwriting, Omega had written:
“You’re already a family. This just makes it official.”
Your heart squeezed.
“She really wants you to stay,” Echo said softly, sitting beside you. “We all do.”
You glanced at him. “You too?”
He met your eyes, and there was something vulnerable there—an honesty he didn’t often allow himself to show.
“I think I’ve wanted that since the moment you helped her with that first braid. You made her feel… safe. And seen. That means everything to me.”
You smiled, heart thudding. “You know she called you the responsible one, right? Said you were the best option.”
A ghost of a smile pulled at his lips. “Guess I’ve got her endorsement.”
You nudged his arm lightly. “I’d take it seriously. She’s planning outfits now.”
Echo chuckled, quiet and warm. “Of course she is.”
The silence between you stretched into something comfortable, like warmth curling around your chest.
“She’s not wrong though,” you said softly.
Echo turned to you, brows lifting just slightly. “About what?”
You looked at him then, really looked. At the man who had lost so much, given so much, and still stood tall—quiet, steadfast, kind.
“That you’re the best option.”
There was a beat. Then another.
He reached out, hesitating only for a second before his gloved fingers brushed yours.
“I’d like to prove her right.”
You didn’t need any more words than that.
Your fingers laced with his as the sun slipped below the horizon.
Back inside, Omega leaned over the data pad and added a final touch to the sketch.
A heart.
Right over where your stick figures stood, holding hands.
She beamed.
“Mission success.”
⸻
Hey! I’m not sure if you’re still doing requests if not completely ignore this lol
But if you are I would love to see a version of TBB x reader where she falls with tech during Plan 99 and they have to survive together and make it back ♥️
“The Fall Doesn’t End You”
The Bad Batch x Reader
You saw it happening too late.
Tech’s voice—calm, resolved, final—echoed over the comms:
“When have we ever followed orders?”
And then he shot the cable.
You screamed his name as the rail car detached and plummeted.
You didn’t think. You couldn’t think. You just ran and jumped.
The world turned into chaos. Smoke. Fire. Wind tearing at your skin. The others were screaming over the comms, but it all became static in your ears.
Your jetpack roared to life, catching you mid-fall. You dove through the air, scanning through smoke and debris—
There.
Tech was falling fast, arms flailing for balance, unable to stabilize.
“I see him—” you gasped.
You slammed into him midair, arms locking tight around his chest.
The jolt nearly knocked the breath out of you both. He twisted in your grip, shocked, eyes wide behind those cracked lenses.
“You—what are you doing?!”
“Saving you, obviously,” you grunted, arms straining as the added weight pulled hard against your pack.
The thrusters shrieked in protest, struggling to adjust. Too much mass. Too much speed.
“I’m going to burn the stabilizers!” you snapped. “Hold on!”
The blast from the pack kicked against the drop, slowing your descent—but not enough. The treeline raced up toward you. Your HUD flashed a critical warning. You’d burn out before you cleared the ridge.
You flipped, twisting mid-air to cushion him as much as you could.
Then—
Impact.
A scream tore from your throat as the world shattered around you. Dirt. Leaves. Stone. The smell of ozone and blood. Something cracked inside your chest. Your pack gave a final shuddering pop before it died completely, hissing smoke.
You rolled, skidding through the underbrush. Your helmet cracked against the earth, and the world blurred at the edges.
Everything hurt.
But you were alive.
And so was he.
You groaned and dragged yourself up, muscles screaming. Your armor was scorched, one gauntlet bent out of shape, ribs probably cracked.
“Tech,” you rasped, blinking through your visor. “Tech—are you—?”
He was lying a few meters away, not moving.
Panic surged in your throat. You stumbled over to him, dropping to your knees.
He groaned—loud, agonized.
Good. Groaning was good. That meant breathing.
“Are you hurt?” you asked, fingers trembling as you touched his faceplate, carefully pried the helmet off. His brow was bleeding now, from the impact, not the fall. His lip was split.
“Left leg…” he grit out. “Something’s wrong. I heard a pop. Possibly dislocated. And my wrist…”
“Don’t move,” you said, voice hardening as you hit your survival mode.
He looked at you, dazed. “You—you caught me.”
“Yeah.” You pulled a half-smirk. “Might wanna say thank you when you’re not bleeding.”
He gave a sharp, breathless huff that might’ve been a laugh.
Then his eyes flicked to your pack, lying in a heap of fried circuits and blackened wires.
“…You’re not flying us out of here, are you?”
You glanced at the damage and exhaled grimly. “Not a chance.”
Your wristplate buzzed. The comm was faint, barely functioning, but you caught Hunter’s voice—choppy, panicked. Static swallowed most of it.
You switched it off. If you could hear them, the Empire might too.
You looked back at Tech. His hand was already moving to retrieve his broken goggles. Always thinking. Always working.
You knelt beside him, breath still ragged, and said low, “We’re not dying here.”
His gaze met yours. Quiet. Sure. Familiar.
“No,” he said. “We aren’t.”
You tightened your grip on your blaster, your hand brushing his for a second longer than necessary.
“Then let’s move.”
⸻
The forest was dense and unforgiving, branches clawing at your armor like hands trying to drag you down. Your muscles burned, and your ribs throbbed with every breath, but you carried Tech over your shoulder, his leg now firmly splinted with scavenged durasteel rods and cloth from your ruined cape.
He didn’t complain once.
He never did.
Even bleeding and pale, his mind was sharp.
“There’s a decommissioned Imperial scout outpost approximately 6.2 kilometers north. If they haven’t wiped the databanks, I might be able to reroute a distress beacon—or override one of their transports.”
“You’re bleeding out,” you grunted. “And I can’t run on half a lung, so let’s just focus on getting there without dying.”
A pause.
Then softly, dryly:
“You’re quite bossy when you’re in pain.”
“You only just noticing?” You smirked through your cracked visor.
“Your wrist?” you asked, eyes scanning the treeline as you pushed through the brush.
“Relocated,” he muttered, breathless but focused. “Painful, but functional.”
“Good.”
His lip twitched. That half-smile — the one that barely anyone else ever noticed.
It was there for you.
You found the outpost by nightfall, hidden beneath a rock shelf, half-collapsed and long abandoned.
It wasn’t empty.
Two scout troopers still patrolled its perimeter—lazy, inattentive. You took them both out silently. One to the throat, the other dropped with a knife to the back.
You dragged Tech inside. He immediately began work at a busted console while you blocked the entry with a broken speeder and set charges at the entrance — just in case.
“Can you fly a Zeta-class transport?” he asked from the shadows.
You blinked. “I can break a Zeta-class in six different ways. Flying one? Yeah.”
He nodded once, expression unreadable, even as he struggled to stay upright.
“Good. There’s one still intact on the lower dock.”
His hands moved fast, bloodied fingers typing commands and bypass codes. “If we time this right, we can access the flight deck and use their call codes to leave under the guise of a refueling run.”
You stared at him. “You think of all this while hanging off my shoulder in the forest?”
He didn’t look up. “I had time.”
There was a moment of silence between you both.
“You shouldn’t have jumped,” he said suddenly, voice soft.
You didn’t look at him. “You shouldn’t have fallen.”
A beat of silence.
“…Statistically, your survival odds were—”
“Tech.”
He paused.
You finally turned to him. “If you say the odds were against me, I’ll break your other leg.”
His eyes flicked down. Another twitch of his lips. “Noted.”
⸻
The escape was anything but smooth.
You blasted off the dock just as alarms blared through the ruined outpost. A TIE patrol picked up your trajectory within minutes, but your flight path was erratic and unpredictable — Tech feeding you nav data mid-chase, even while clutching his leg and gritting his teeth through the pain.
One TIE clipped your right engine.
“We’re going down.”
“Not on my watch,” you hissed, flipping switches, forcing power to the thrusters with every ounce of skill you’d ever learned. The transport rocked violently but didn’t fail.
It took every dirty flying trick in the book, but you broke atmosphere, hit lightspeed, and screamed into the void.
Only when the stars elongated in the viewport did you sag back into the pilot’s seat, chest heaving.
From the co-pilot’s chair, Tech exhaled, his head resting against the panel.
“See?” you whispered. “Told you we weren’t dying.”
His voice came softly. “You’re infuriating.”
You gave him a faint grin. “You’re welcome.”
⸻
When you limped off the stolen transport at the far end of the Ord Mantell hangar, the world felt both heavier and lighter.
You barely took two steps before Wrecker barreled into view, yelling your names like a freight train.
“TECH?! (Y/N)?!”
You barely had time to raise your hand before you were scooped up in a Wrecker hug, your cracked ribs screaming in protest.
Tech was half-carried by Echo, who swore under his breath and held him like he was glass.
Hunter came in slower, quieter—eyes wide with disbelief. He said nothing at first, just looked at you both, jaw tight.
You gave a tired nod.
“We made it.”
“You jumped after him,” Hunter said hoarsely.
“I wasn’t letting him go alone.”
“We thought we lost you both.”
You shrugged, voice rough. “You almost did.”
Then, Omega burst through the crowd.
She barreled past the others, braid flying, and threw herself at Tech, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She collided into Tech so hard it nearly knocked him over—arms thrown around his waist, sobbing into his chestplate. He froze for half a second.
Then, slowly, awkwardly—he put his arms around her.
“I thought you were gone,” she choked out.
He glanced at you over her shoulder. His voice was soft, quiet, and full of something he didn’t have a name for.
“I was. But she caught me.”
Omega pulled back, blinking through tears.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for bringing him back.”
You froze for a second, unsure how to respond.
Then you rested your gloved hand on her head. “Couldn’t leave him. Not even if he wanted me to.”
“But,” you added, “I did have to carry him across half of Eriadu. That’s worth something.”
Tech, for once, didn’t have a comeback. He simply looked at you with those calculating, unreadable eyes of his.
And in that quiet moment, you understood each other completely.
Later That Night Tech sat beside you on the Marauder ramp, stars glittering overhead.
Neither of you said anything for a while.
Then, softly, he spoke.
“You risked everything.”
You leaned back against the hull, shoulder grazing his. “So did you.”
He hesitated. “You don’t… expect me to say anything emotional, do you?”
You snorted. “Stars, no.”
“…Good.”
Another silence.
Then, your fingers brushed his — just slightly. Not grabbing. Just there.
And his hand… stayed.
hi!! I adored your recent tech fic “more than calculations” abd was wondering if I could request something between tech and a reader who doesn’t flirt or do all the romance things kind of how tech is? I love the idea of them having the same way of showing each other love and they just understand each other even if others don’t really understand how they are together! I hope that made a bit of sense 🙈🩷 thank you!! 💗
“Exactly Us”
Tech x Reader
“Are you two… together?”
Omega blinked up at you, head tilted with that signature mix of innocent curiosity and surgical precision, like she was investigating the oddities of adult behavior again.
Tech glanced up from his datapad, not the least bit ruffled. You didn’t look away from the gear you were calibrating, either. A beat passed.
“Yes,” you both said in perfect unison.
Omega squinted, unconvinced.
“But you don’t do anything!” she exclaimed, arms flailing slightly. “No hand-holding, no kissing, no—ugh—staring at each other like Wrecker and that woman from the food stalls!”
You shrugged. “We fixed the water pump system together last night. That was plenty.”
Tech nodded. “And we enjoy our shared quiet time between 2100 and 2130 hours. Typically on the cliffside bench.”
Omega made a face. “That’s it?”
“That is a significant amount of bonding,” Tech replied, tapping at his datapad. “Just because it doesn’t conform to more overt romantic displays does not mean the bond is any less valid.”
You added, without looking up, “We don’t need to prove anything.”
Omega grumbled and wandered off, muttering something about how weird grownups were. You smirked faintly.
When the datapad made a soft chime, Tech turned it toward you. It was a thermal reading—your shared analysis project on the geothermal vents near the northern cliffs.
“You were correct,” he said, adjusting his goggles. “There is a secondary vent system. I suspect it branches beneath the island’s reef shelf.”
You leaned closer to the screen. “Nice. That’ll stabilize the water temps around the farms. You wanna go check it out?”
“Affirmative,” he said. Then, after a pause: “I enjoy when we do these things together.”
You looked up at him and nodded, your version of “I do too.”
The two of you set out across Pabu, walking in companionable silence. You didn’t talk much. You didn’t have to. There was a rhythm, an ease to your presence beside each other. When you handed Tech a scanner without being asked, or when he adjusted your toolbelt with a small, thoughtful flick of his fingers — that was your version of affection.
Sometimes, Wrecker would nudge Crosshair (visiting, grumbling, but always watching) and whisper, “How do they even like each other?”
Crosshair would reply, “They don’t need to. They get each other.”
Later, the sun dipped low, casting warm gold across the cliffs. You and Tech sat side by side on your usual bench. No words. Just a datapad between you, exchanging quiet theories, occasionally pointing at the sea when a bird swooped or a current shifted strangely.
Tech finally broke the silence.
“Most people… expect something different from a relationship. More expression. More effort.”
You looked at him. “This is effort. Just a different kind.”
His lips curled slightly at the edge — his version of a full grin.
“I concur.”
After a moment, he added, “You are the first person I’ve encountered who does not require translation of my silence.”
You gave a small smile and leaned just enough to bump your shoulder against his. “And you’re the first person who doesn’t expect me to say things I don’t feel like saying out loud.”
He reached over and adjusted your sleeve where it had folded weirdly. Not romantic. Not flashy. Just… quietly right.
Behind you, somewhere near the beach, Omega was laughing, chasing a crab and antagonising Crosshair.
But here, in this quiet little corner of peace, you and Tech sat in absolute understanding.
No need to explain. No need to perform. Just existing.
Exactly as you were.
Exactly together.
YAAA IM SUCH A HUGE FAN OF YOUR TBB WORK AND I FINALLY HAVE A REQUEST IDEA…
Mandalorian reader who speaks in Mando’a to herself when she thinks she’s alone, and one day cf 99 overhears her!!
tysm if you do this, like I said I love your work and I’m so excited to read more <3 take care lovely!!
Thank you x
I hope this is somewhat close to what you had in mind.
“Secrets in the Shadows”
Bad Batch x Reader
The cantina was loud as usual, reeking of stale spotchka and poor decisions. You sat in the corner booth at Cid’s, helmet off but gauntlets still on, nursing a cheap drink and a cheaper job. You’d just come back from a run that paid in credits so light they could float off your palm. Figures.
You muttered to yourself, low and in a tongue most beings on Ord Mantell didn’t understand.
“Kriffing dikkut,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for your own ears. “Ni ru'kir not even cuyir sha borarir today… bal par meg”
You swirled your cup, leaned back with a scowl. In your mind Cid’s got no honor, no plan. Just her greasy fingers in every job on this rock.
Another sip. You were speaking louder now. You thought you were alone. “Meh Ni had options, Ni Ru'kel tettar kaysh shebs off a roof”
“Interesting,” came a voice just behind you.
You froze. Slowly, you turned your head—and saw the familiar faces of Clone Force 99. Hunter stood with his arms folded, head tilted. Tech was already tapping on his datapad. Crosshair had a toothpick in his mouth and that smug glint in his eye. Wrecker was smirking like you just said something hilarious. Echo said nothing, but his gaze was sharp.
“You speak Mando’a,” Tech noted, without looking up. “Quite fluently.”
You stood quickly, not bothering to hide your annoyance.
“No osik,” you snapped. “Didn’t exactly mean for the whole squad to eavesdrop.”
Crosshair chuckled. “You talk to yourself in a dead language, and we’re the weird ones?”
Your visor snapped down. “It’s not dead. Just sleeping. Like a rancor with teeth.”
Hunter took a step closer. “Why keep it quiet?”
You didn’t answer at first. Just stared, then finally said, “Because it’s mine. Because people like Cid don’t deserve to hear it. Because you aruetiise don’t know what it means to carry a name that was earned, not assigned.”
Wrecker looked genuinely hurt. “Hey, we’ve fought with you, bled with you—”
“Doesn’t make us vod,” you interrupted. “Not yet.”
Echo stepped forward, quieter than the rest. “We’re not trying to be something we’re not. But we do understand what it’s like to have your culture stolen and your purpose used.”
That made you pause.
You looked at him for a long time, the words catching in your throat. Then, finally, you said it—soft, but clear.
“Ni ven, ori’vod. But you tell that chakaar Cid if she lowballs me again, I’ll weld her bar shut.”
Crosshair’s smirk widened. “I’ll get the torch.”
Hunter let out a rare chuckle. “Fair enough. Next time, maybe just let us know when you’re venting in Mando’a. We’ll knock first.”
You gave a subtle nod and walked past them, muttering under your breath again.
“I don’t trust you. Not yet.”
But your pace slowed at the door. Just for a second.
And none of them missed it.
Bad Batch/Clone Force 99 Material List 🖤♠️💀🩸💋◾️
|❤️ = Romantic | 🌶️= smut or smut implied |🏡= platonic |
The Bad Batch
- x Jedi Reader “About time you showed up” 🏡
- x Reader “permission to feel” 🏡
- x Fem!Reader “ours” ❤️/🏡
- x Fem!Reader “Seconds”🏡
- x Fem!Reader “undercover temptation” 🌶️
- x reader “Say that again?”❤️
- x reader “Echoes in Dust” ❤️🏡
- x Reader “Secrets in the Shadow”
- “The Scent of Home”🏡
- Helmet Chaos ❤️🏡
Hunter
- x Mandalorian Reader pt.1❤️
- x Mandalorian Reader pt. 2❤️
- x Pabu Reader❤️
- x reader “good looking”❤️
- x reader “Ride” 🌶️
- x reader “What is that smell”❤️
- x Plus sized reader “All the parts of you” ❤️
- x Reader “Flower Tactics”
Tech
- x mechanic reader ❤️
- x Jedi Reader “uncalculated variables”❤️
- x Reader “Theoretical Feelings” ❤️
- x Reader “Statistical Probability of Love” ❤️
- x Reader “Sweet Circuits” ❤️
- x Reader “you talk too much (and I like it)”
- x Fem reader “Recalibration” 🌶️
- x Jealous Reader “More than Calculations”
- x Reader “There are other ways”
-“Exactly Us” ❤️
- “The Fall Doesn’t End You” 🏡/❤️
- “Heat Index” ❤️
- “Terminally Yours” ❤️
Wrecker
- x Shop keeper reader❤️
- x Reader “I wanna wreck our friendship”❤️
- x Reader “Grumpy Hearts and Sunshine Shoulders”❤️
- x reader “Big enough to hold you”❤️
- x Torguta Reader “The Sound of Your Voice”❤️
- “Heart of the Wreckage” ❤️
Echo
- x Senator!Reader❤️
- x reader “safe with you”❤️
- “Operation: Stay Forever” ❤️
Crosshair
- x reader “The Stillness Between Waves❤️
- x reader “just like the rest”❤️
- x Fem!Reader “Right on Target” 🌶️
- “Sharp Eyes” ❤️
Captain Howzer
- x Twi’lek Reader “Quiet Rebellion”❤️
- “A safe place to fall” ❤️
Overall Material List
Hi, I saw request are open so I hope sending this is okay:). I had an idea that been lingering and I’d like to see if you could write it, possibly? Imagine a reader getting jealous about the friendship between Tech and Phee. I guess in this scenario reader and tech are an established couple? It honestly could go anyway you’d like it to:) My thoughts on this aren’t fully fleshed out so feel free to go crazy with this!:) I just love jealous tropes.
“More Than Calculations”
Tech x Jealous Reader
You didn’t mean to watch them.
It just… kept happening.
You were sitting at the workbench, fiddling with a half-stripped blaster that didn’t need fixing. From the corner of your eye, you could see them—Phee perched on a crate, animated, leaning closer to Tech as he adjusted something on his datapad.
She laughed again, this carefree, almost flirty kind of laugh that curled around your spine like a hook.
“That’s incredible,” she said, bumping her shoulder lightly into his. “You know more about lost hyperspace lanes than some of the old-timers back on Skara Nal.”
Tech pushed his goggles up, his voice as even as always. “Well, yes. I’ve extensively studied astro-cartography from several civilizations. Your planet’s archival inconsistencies, however, are particularly fascinating—”
“Oh, I know. That’s why I like talking to you.” Phee grinned, her hand brushing against his arm.
You clenched your jaw.
She didn’t mean anything by it, right? She was just… being Phee. Loud, curious, magnetic.
But still.
It didn’t sit right. The way she touched him. The way Tech didn’t even flinch or notice. You knew he wasn’t wired like other people—emotions weren’t instinctive for him. He didn’t register subtle cues, or the way someone’s gaze lingered just a moment too long. And he sure as hell didn’t understand flirting, not unless it came with a schematic.
But that didn’t make it hurt any less.
Later that night, after Phee had left for wherever she stored herself when not draped across your crew’s day-to-day, you found Tech alone in the cockpit, typing furiously into his datapad.
You stood there for a moment, arms folded, watching him.
He didn’t look up. “I am currently cataloging several of Phee’s findings regarding Nabooan artifacts. Some of the data is poorly organized, but she has a surprising eye for—”
“You two seem close,” you interrupted, trying to sound neutral. The words landed heavy.
Tech finally looked up.
“Who?” he asked.
“Phee.”
He blinked. “Ah. I suppose. We have engaged in mutual information exchange on several occasions. Her questions, though often imprecise, are not unintelligent.”
You sat beside him, slowly. “You don’t… think she’s being a little too friendly?”
He tilted his head, confused. “Friendly?”
You sighed. “Touchy. Flirty. You don’t notice the way she leans into you? Or calls you ‘Brown eyes’?”
Tech frowned slightly, processing. “She is expressive. That is her personality.”
“Yeah, well, it’s starting to feel like she’s trying to rewrite your personality while she’s at it.”
There was silence. You hated how small your voice had gotten.
“I just… I don’t like the way she looks at you.”
Tech regarded you with quiet intensity, the kind he reserved for situations he didn’t quite know how to calculate. “Are you implying you feel… threatened?”
You stared at your hands. “I don’t know. Maybe. She’s got this charm, this thing that draws people in. And I… I know I’m not always easy. I’m not flirty or magnetic. I just— I love you. A lot. And I guess I just… worry that it’s not enough to keep someone’s attention.”
His brow furrowed, and then he reached out, gently brushing your hand with his. “You are not somebody, cyare. You are my person. I do not compare you to others. There is no calculation in that. No contest. You… are the constant.”
You looked up, heart catching.
“Then why don’t you ever push her away?” you asked quietly. “Even just a little?”
Tech took a moment. “Because it never occurred to me that she might need to be pushed away. But if it makes you uncomfortable—”
“It does.”
“—then I will create distance. Immediately.”
You blinked. “Really?”
“Of course,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the galaxy. “Your comfort is more important than her enthusiasm.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He squeezed your hand. “Next time, just tell me. I know I miss things. But I will always listen to you.”
Just then, as if summoned, Phee’s voice rang out down the hall: “Hey Brown Eyes, you got a minute?”
You tensed instinctively, but Tech didn’t even glance at the door. His gaze stayed on you, steady and unshakable.
“I’m currently engaged,” he called back. “Perhaps later.”
There was a pause. Then a short, “Huh. Alright.”
You could almost hear the smile behind it.
When the silence settled again, Tech leaned in and said softly, “May I continue cataloging your facial expressions now? I find them far more interesting.”
You rolled your eyes and kissed him, right on the mouth.
“Only if you add ‘jealous’ to the data bank,” you teased.
He kissed you again. “Already done.”