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Hello :) if your requests are still open:

This is my first time requesting something so please ignore this if I‘m doing something wrong.

I saw the 150 Random Writing Prompts and was thinking of a jealous Hunter smut. (Or Echo, if you find it more fitting)

With

143.: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

And if it’s ok ( I could not decide, sorry)

97.: if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

93.: say you want me, and i’m yours.”

Thanks 🙏🏻 You are an awesome writer!✨

Thank you so much for the request, anon! You did nothing wrong at all! I was able to work in all three, but I’m incapable of writing anything short, so this is kinda long - oops. Hope you like it! <3

Bonus point if you spot the Taylor Swift lyric I managed to weave in!

Green Doesn’t Suit You

With the whole squad safely back on Pabu, you settle into a comfortable civilian life. But the yearly Celestialis festival, said to bring good fortune for the next year to those who attend, brings with it something you never thought you’d have.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 6.5k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: jealousy, friends to lovers, pet names, old lady shoving her oar in, Omega is a fantastic wing-woman, confessions of love, first kiss together, squint for possessiveness, being (lovingly) manhandled, first time together, oral (f!receiving), unprotected PiV, dirty talk, soft aftercare, all the fluffy feels.

The air was stifling, not only from the heat outside but the warmth emanating from both ovens in the kitchen of your new home on Pabu.

The house had been a gift – the fanciest gift you’d ever received – from Shep and the other island residents. A thank you for all the hard work you, the boys, and Omega had put into rebuilding their island after the freak tsunami.

All seven of you, living together in a space infinitely bigger than the Marauder or your old barracks. It was heaven.

“We still need to get those tanks moved.” Omega grumbled, grabbing a clean tray and loading it with the latest batch of cooled cookies you’d made. In the sitting room, just visible through the kitchen doorway, were two bacta tanks. Where Phee had managed to procure them from was still a mystery, but they’d saved Crosshair and Tech’s lives after you, Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker had stormed Mount Tantiss to rescue Omega and the twins. The brothers had been worse for wear – it was still a miracle Tech had survived his fall.

“I’ll speak to Phee in the morning.” You added it to your mental list, skirting around an open cabinet door.

Today was the Celestialis festival, where Pabu’s residents came together to wish for good fortune for the year ahead. Once Shep and the island’s organising committee had caught wind of how good your baking skills were, they’d pulled you into the fray. For weeks, you’d been planning and purchasing ingredients and trying different recipes. And for the last few days, you’d been baking all hours of day and night – with varying levels of assistance from Omega and her brothers.

Four years ago, when the war had broken out, you’d signed up as a civilian handler. Fresh out of college and with nothing lined up, it had seemed like a good idea. While other handlers stayed on Kamino and supported their squads from a distance, the moment you’d read the files for Clone Force 99, you’d known that you’d need to be at their side constantly. They had a habit of veering off track, and handling that from afar would only give you a permanent migraine. So, after signing a hefty waiver with the Kaminoans, you’d been handed some armour, a blaster, and directions to the hangar.

Three years, you’d fought alongside them, learning the best ways to manage them and their unique skill set, building bonds and friendships far deeper and more meaningful than anything you’d ever had before. This last year, since Order 66, had brought its own challenges, too, but it has also brought you Omega.

Grabbing another tray from a cupboard, you pass it over to the young girl, watching as she loads it up with more cookies. Sweat beads on the nape of your neck, and you sigh, lifting your hair to try and get some air to it.

Omega, forever perceptive, abandons the cookies to help tie your hair back. From a small pot on the counter, she goes to grab a hairband, but at the last minute, you redirect her to the strip of fabric that sits nearby, the two of you sharing a look.

It’s another hour before you’re ready to leave for the festival. The boys had headed out mid-afternoon to help set up, taking their dressier clothes with them to spare themselves the walk back to the house and to not get in your way as you finished up. As infuriating and stubborn as they could all be at times, their thoughtfulness was unparalleled.

Dragging wagons laden with treats up to the central plaza, you and Omega work quickly to lay out all the goodies on the tables Shep had set aside for you. You hoped there would be enough for everyone, especially as other food was on offer, too. Stepping back from the tables, you take a deep breath.

“Finally left the kitchen, eh?” Echo teases as he approaches, the rest of the boys in tow. He’d tried to help as best as he could over the last few days, but baking with one hand had been less than ideal. Ultimately, he’d sat at the kitchen table and kept you going with conversation and caff breaks. And he’d chased Hunter off a few times when that keen nose of his had brought him sniffing around for treats to ‘sample.’

You watch as Omega passes a star-shaped cookie over to Wrecker, and the delight on the big man’s face as he devours it fills you with pride. “If I step foot in that kitchen again at any point in the next two weeks, please shoot me.” You joke, the corners of your lips curling into a smile.

“Deal.” Crosshair teases, toothpick sliding to the other side of his mouth as he reaches for a Roonan lemon cookie. His appetite hadn’t returned much since his rescue from Mount Tantiss and time in the bacta tank, but he was trying to eat a little more each day so you wouldn’t worry about him.  

“Hey!” You protest playfully, the boys chuckling as Crosshair takes a small bite, throwing you a wink. Light conversation flows between you all, broken up by the occasional island resident swinging by for some treats. The music starts, and more residents arrive, joining the festival’s spirit, dancing together and laughing.

Hunter can’t keep his eyes off you. For the last four years, he’s seen you in blacks and armour, with the recent addition of sweatpants around the house, and yet now you’re in a dress. A light and airy thing with delicate straps that cross over your shoulders, the fabric cinched in at your waist to accentuate the soft curves of your body. He’s sure it’s the same shade of aqua that paints his pauldrons, too. The thought has a strange sensation sweeping through his gut.

The sound of someone calling your name snatches his attention and drags his thoughts back to the present. As you turn towards the person calling for you, he can’t help but steal the opportunity to admire you. Eyes raking up your bare legs, across your hips and ass that he’s imagined grasping many times, over the smooth plane of your back to the curve of your neck and then…

The entire galaxy might as well cease to exist as his mind goes blank.

Wide brown eyes lock onto the scrap of red fabric keeping your hair up, and that strange sensation in his gut slams into him again. There, holding your hair up, is one of his spare bandanas.

His heart races, thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. A torrent of emotions surges within him. He wants to reach out to you, to pull you close and finally tell you how much you mean to him, but he holds himself back. He can't bear the thought of you not returning the sentiment. Maybe it had just been an accident. Maybe his bandana had been the closest thing available.

In the silence of his thoughts, he missed you excusing yourself to talk with one of the island’s elderly residents, who’d been calling you over.

“Smooth.” Crosshair deadpans, gaze flicking to Hunter as they watch you go, the rest of their siblings distracted by the food and music.

The slink of his brother’s voice pulls Hunter from his thoughts, and he frowns in Crosshair’s direction. “What?” He asks. They’d worked hard to reconcile ever since Crosshair had been deemed stable enough to leave the bacta tank – they’d broached difficult topics and mended a few bridges as they worked towards getting back to what they’d had before the Order had been given. It was slow and, at times, painful, but neither of them was willing to give up on each other again.

“You were staring at her like she’s pure aurodium. Not that I blame you…” Hawkish eyes slide towards Hunter, a smirk tugging at Crosshair’s lips as he watches his brother’s jaw clench and his head tilt, a hardness settling across his features.

Crosshair lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the slight rise he’d secured. “Green doesn’t suit you, vod.” He tosses the comment before snatching up a few more of your baked treats, striding away in search of a quiet place to perch. Crowds still bothered him, but he didn’t want to avoid the gathering altogether and feel like even more of an outcast.

Across the plaza, you’d reached Mrs. Magiere. The elderly lady had lived on the island for years and had slowly convinced her family to move across the galaxy and join her. She wandered the island around lunchtime, and you’d often crossed paths, sharing polite conversation.

Beside her stood an unfamiliar man. “There you are, dear. I want to introduce you to my grandson, Dax.” Mrs. Magiere reached for your hand, drawing you closer.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Dax.” You offered the man a smile. He was a little taller than you, with a slender build, perfectly coifed brown hair and piercing green eyes.

Dax tries to keep his gaze on your face, but his eyes betray him for a moment as he takes all of you in. You’re quite lovely, he must admit. “And you. My grandmother speaks very fondly of you.” He replies.

Mrs. Magiere looks between you both with glee. “Why don’t you two go and dance? My old bones can’t keep up anymore.” One of her hands finds your lower back, and she gives you a gentle nudge towards Dax.

Warmth sweeps across your cheeks caught off guard and a little uncomfortable, but Dax offers you a reassuring smile and his hand. Not wanting to cause a scene or upset anyone, you take it, letting him lead you towards the plaza’s centre where couples and families are dancing. He stops en route, snagging a delicate pink flower from one of the blossoming vines nearby. With careful hands, he slides it into your hair, leaning back to admire you.

“And here I thought you couldn’t be any more beautiful.” The compliment comes naturally to Dax as he retakes your hand, leading you to a small available spot amongst the dancing island residents.  

The warmth in your cheeks grows, and all you can offer Dax is a small smile as he twirls you into his arms once you are amongst the crowd. Laughing softly, you let him lead, the few dance classes you’d taken at college helping you keep up with him.

“You did a wonderful job with the baked goods.” Dax lays another compliment on you, enjoying your bashful smile.

It felt good to be appreciated for all your hard work preparing for this evening, especially by those outside of your little family. “Thank you. What did you like the most?”

Turmoil rolls through Dax. Truth told, he hadn’t sampled any of the treats you’d so lovingly prepared, but he knew it was essential to compliment you. “The oat ones were delicious.” He takes a stab in the dark.

Your smile falters briefly before you fix it back into place. “I’m glad.” You lie in return, not pointing out that you hadn’t made oat cookies.

Standing off at the side of the plaza, it took no time for Hunter to find you amongst the crowd. Over the years, he’d memorised the sound of your heartbeat and the delicate whisper of your voice as the light breeze carried it to him. His eyes found you, and his brows furrowed as he watched you gracefully twirl in the arms of another man, a torrent of emotions churning within him. Jealousy, like a venomous snake, coiled around his heart, injecting poison into his every thought.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The woman he loved, whose smile could light up his darkest days, was now smiling at someone else. Insecurity gnawed at him, an unpleasant feeling he thought he’d long buried during his cadet days.

He longed to be the one guiding you across the dance floor, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the galaxy. The realisation that someone else was experiencing that privilege grated on him.

“I don’t like him.” Omega’s voice snapped Hunter from his spiralling thoughts, and he glanced down to see her standing at his side, her own eyes watching you and the unfamiliar man dance.

“Hm, neither do I.” Hunter comments, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you twirl again.

It was no secret to Omega how much you and Hunter loved one another, and she was getting tired of neither of you doing anything about it. “Then, why don’t you go dance with her?” She asked, injecting as much innocence into her voice as she could muster, wide eyes turning up to look at her brother.

Hunter sighed. Omega had a point – he could quickly end this torture.

“Mind if I cut in?” The smoky rasp of Hunter’s voice interrupted your dance, and you turned towards him, offering him a bright smile.

The smile Dax had been wearing dissipated, a faint clench to his jaw as he shook his head while the music changed to something softer. “Not at all.” He lied, taking his hands from you. His grandmother had told him about the man who’d interrupted, with half of his face shrouded in darkness, and had warned him that you were close. Not willing to go easily, Dax lifted one of your hands to his lips, holding your gaze as he pressed a kiss to the back of it before stepping away a small distance. He’d wait nearby for another turn.

Your bright smile turned a little uneasy as Dax pressed a kiss to your hand, but relief had your shoulders sagging as Hunter stepped forward, sliding one arm around your waist to pull you close, your hand resting on his shoulder. He took your other hand with his free one, fingers interlacing. “Thank you for the save.” You murmured gratefully, knowing that with his hearing, you didn’t need to raise your voice to be heard above the music.

“Always.” Hunter’s answer leaves no room for doubt as he gently leads, moving you both in a slow sway. He can’t help but revel in your closeness. Every touch, every brush of your hand against his, feels electrifying, making his heart race with desire. Your warm body is pressed to his, his senses overwhelmed with you.

Warmth and security flood your body with the press of Hunter’s hand on your lower back, igniting a desire to be even closer. The rest of the galaxy can’t reach you here, tucked safely in his arms, and for a moment, you allow yourself to forget about everything that’s happened over the last four years – all the pain and bloodshed, all the horrors and tears. Through it all, Hunter has been a steady presence.

As you sift through the good memories, certain moments stand out. There was that day at the lake on Kintan, where the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The two of you had sat side by side, another successful mission under your belt, your laughter dancing in the air. You remember stealing glances at him, the way the sunlight had caught in his eyes, adding more warmth than you thought possible to those endless pools of brown.

Then there were the late-night conversations while you were deep in hyperspace, where you’d lose track of time, sharing dreams, fears, and secrets. Hunter’s voice, soft yet determined, painted a vivid picture of what he wanted from life after the war.

You could only hope those wants had changed.

Hunter drew his senses in, letting the crowd in the plaza fade into the background as he focused on you, the steadiness of your heartbeat, the feel of your hand in his and your bodies pressed together, and the subtle change to your scent. “You smell different.” He comments, curious eyes finding yours.

“If anyone else said that to me, I’d stomp on their foot.” You laugh, a little caught off guard by the statement. “I…” You trail off, the warmth that had faded from your cheeks now returning. “I stopped wearing perfume while knee-deep in the war, but now we’re out the other side of it. I thought I might try it again.” You admit, head dipping bashfully, before worry laces through you. “Is it too much? I aimed for something I hoped wouldn’t bother you and your senses.”

Lips parting at your answer, Hunter blinks with disbelief. Here you were in a sweet little dress, one of his bandanas keeping your hair up, and now you’d dropped on him that you were wearing a perfume picked out with his heightened senses in mind. He groans, desire churning through his veins. “Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really just that oblivious?” 

Freezing, you think for a moment that you’ve misheard him. “What?” You question softly.

Hunter realises his mistake, but it’s too damn late to take the words back. 

In the following pause, neither of you moving, simply staring at one another, Dax spots his opportunity and steps forward. “Can I cut back in?”

Hunter has to actively stop himself from grunting in frustration at the interruption. “We’re not done.” He tells him politely, making sure to keep his eyes on you. He knows he has to say something to you. “Cyar’ika, I…”

Dax huffs, finding it unfair that this man had swooped in and stolen you mid-dance and refused to let him back in. “Look, bud-“

Something snaps in Hunter, and his head whips to the side, eyes narrowing at the man you’d been dancing with. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help the Maker…” He growls out the threat, no longer caring that he’s being rude. This was too important. You were too important.

Your jaw drops, and you watch in disbelief as Hunter threatens Dax. Your heart races, and for a moment, the tension in the air is palpable. Dax, a bit taken aback by Hunter’s sudden intensity, raises his hands in a placating gesture.

“Whoa, whoa, man.” Dax stammers, realising he’s pushed Hunter’s patience to the limit. He steps back, allowing some space between him and the seething clone.

Hunter takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, regaining his composure. He turns back to you, his eyes softening as he tries to find the right words. "Cyar'ika, I'm sorry. It’s just... I need to talk to you.”

Your heart still races, but now it’s not just from the tension between the two men. You look into Hunter’s eyes searchingly. “What is it?” you ask, your voice filled with concern.

Keeping hold of your hand, Hunter leads you away from the crowd, finding a quiet corner of the plaza where you can talk in peace. The silence lingers for a few minutes as he struggles to find the right words, scrubbing his free hand over his face, having never anticipated this moment would come. 

Unable to bear seeing him so stressed, you step closer, resting a hand against his chest. His heart thuds heavy under your palm. “H…” You breathe the little nickname you’d given him shortly after joining them all those years ago, which breaks him out of his funk. 

“You’re a kaleidoscope of everything beautiful in this galaxy.” He blurts out, catching you off guard. “Your kindness, the way you listen, how you look after everyone around you — you’ve had me captivated since the day you waltzed onto the Marauder like you owned the damn thing and introduced yourself. And now, it’s terrifying to think of my life without you in it.” Once the words start, he can’t stop them.

“And I know we’ve been friends for years, and I value that more than anything in the galaxy. But seeing him dance with you and thinking of him doing it again…” Hunter huffs, trying desperately not to get worked up. “I mean, cyar’ika, the colour…” He gestures to your dress with his free hand. “And you’re using my bandana to keep your hair up, and you picked out a perfume with me in mind...” He trails off, knowing he’s shared so much that he can’t return from it, but Maker does it feel good to get the weight off his shoulders.

A small smile weaves onto your lips, even though you know you shouldn’t be happy, given the man you love is clearly stressed. “What if I told you none of it was accidental?” You murmur, your hand on his chest smoothing across the firm plane of muscle. “That you didn’t misplace your right pauldron the other week – I borrowed it to colour match. And I purposefully asked Omega to use your bandana earlier when she was tying up my hair.” You confess, eyes darting up to watch as surprise paints itself on his handsome features.

“You know, I’ve spent countless nights replaying moments in my head, wondering if you ever picked up on how my heart races when you’re near or how I can’t keep my eyes off you when we’re together. I didn’t want to make things awkward or ask for something neither of us could give in the middle of a war. But we’ve made it out the other side, so…” It’s your turn to trail off.

Your words hung in the air, and Hunter’s heart began to race, his body swirling with so many emotions it was difficult to grasp onto any of them. A rush of warmth surged through him, from the tips of his fingers to the depths of his soul. Gazing into your eyes, all he finds is pure, unwavering honesty. Your sincerity was a balm to his fears.

Hunter’s silence unnerves you, but you’re not backing out now. Not when the promise of something so much sweeter is tantalisingly close. “Say you want me, and I’m yours.” You whisper.

Hunter’s gaze never wavers from yours, and a flicker of relief crosses his eyes as he realises that this isn’t a cruel joke or an illusion. It’s real. The tension between you seems to crackle with anticipation as he takes a deep breath, finally finding the words he’s been searching for. “I’ve wanted you since the day you walked onto the Marauder.” He admits softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “I’ve tried to be strong, to protect you and the rest of the squad, to not let my feelings get the better of me. But I can’t deny it any longer. I want you with every beat of my heart, every breath I take.”

His confession sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the intensity of his desire in the way he holds you and the way he looks at you. There’s no turning back now.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Hunter leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into obscurity, and it’s just the two of you finally giving in to the magnetic pull that has existed between you for so long. The kiss is a promise, a declaration of all the unspoken feelings and desires built up over the years.

As your lips parted, Hunter rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged with emotion. “I want you, and I’m yours.” He whispers, his voice filled with love and longing.

A radiant smile spreads across your face, and you reply, “I’m yours too, Hunter. Always.”

His smile matches your own as he pulls back a little, though his fingers remain on your face, now stroking across your jawline. “Want to get out of here?”

Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you nod. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Hunter’s eyes twinkle with excitement and relief as he takes your hand and leads you away from the plaza, slipping down side streets towards your home. As you walk hand in hand, you can feel the electric connection between you two, a spark that has finally ignited into a full-blown flame.

Halfway there, Hunter pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucks you against the side of a building, his lips finding yours. His kisses are hungry, filled with longing and desire, as if he’s been waiting forever for this moment. And in truth, he feels like he has.

As the kiss breaks, your laughter echoes in the stillness of the night, smile as bright as the stars above as he disentangles from you, drawing you out of the shadows and back towards the house. As you reach the front door, he stops, his free hand moving to your hair, plucking the flower from Dax free. Carelessly, he drops it to the floor.

“Hunter!” You exclaim, watching the delicate bloom hit the pebbled path beneath your feet.

Something dark shines in his eyes, sending a thrill through you. “The only things in your hair should be my bandana,” his hand reaches for your ponytail, giving it a gentle tug as he leans in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Or my hands.”

Breath catching, Hunter’s lips meet yours for a passionate kiss. The front door is pushed open, and you’re guided inside, steady hands grasping at your hips as he kicks the door shut behind you both.

Heart thudding as both of Hunter’s hands cup your face; you sink into his touch as his tongue slides between your lips, tasting you. He leads you up the stairs, refusing to break the kiss for even a moment as you reach his room. One hand leaves your face to push the bedroom door shut, and a moment later, you’re pressed up against it, Hunter’s body pining you in place, an arm resting on the door above your head, caging you in. That earlier sense of safety creeps back through you.

Tearing his lips from yours, Hunter’s chest heaves with each breath, a fire licking its way through his veins as you both open your eyes, gazing at one another for a split second. His head dips, mouth leaving a trail of delicate kisses along your throat, groaning as you tilt to give him better access, the prettiest moan sliding from your lips as he laves a kiss to the juncture where your shoulder and neck meet, following it with a quick, gentle nip.

Knees shaking, your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until you can push the fabric off his body. The rough pads of his fingers drag across your bare thighs, breath stuttering as the hem of your dress meets his grasp. He breaks contact just long enough to lean back and lift the garment over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck…” Hunter curses quietly, eyes roving over your exposed body, the curves and dips of your frame, the swell of your bare breasts. A needy groan escapes him as he realises your panties match the dress, too.

Before self-consciousness can creep in, he’s dragging you to the bed with a hungry kiss, pushing you back onto it, kiss breaking as your back meets the soft mattress. For a moment, you both pause, drinking the other in. There’s a wildness in Hunter’s eyes you’ve never seen before, a warmth in your cheeks at how his eyes devour you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times – while sparring or coming out of the fresher, changing, or patching up wounds, but now you can look.

His broad shoulders taper to his narrow waist, and his tanned, toned skin begs to be touched. Half of him is shrouded in black ink, and a burning desire to drag your nails over the ridges of his abs has you licking your lips.

Hunter’s not faring much better, either. The sight of you sprawled on his bed in nothing but a scrap of aqua fabric, lips kiss-swollen, his bandana still in your hair, and your gorgeous tits exposed has him itching to fuck you on every surface, to fill the room with the scent of your arousal and make you scream his name over and over again. “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” Hunter breaks the momentary silence, reaching down to palm himself through his pants.

The action draws your gaze downwards, and you watch delightfully as the man you love gives himself a stroke through the fabric.

Hunter’s nostrils flare, picking up on how the simple action drew more of your heady scent from between your thighs. At the foot of the bed, he slowly sinks down onto his knees, eyes never once leaving you. If you smell that delicious, he can only imagine how you’ll taste.

Propped up on your forearms, you watch as Hunter sinks down between your thighs, those warm brown eyes focused solely on you. Fingers skim up your calves, feather-light, gently pressing your legs wider as they reach your knees. His head turns inwards, gazes breaking as he presses soft kisses to your thighs, tongue leaving small, slow licks in their wake. He takes his time savouring you, savouring the moment.

Lips brush across the juncture between your thigh and hip, sucking small marks against your skin before Hunter buries his face against your clothed pussy, eyes shut as he presses his nose against your clit, inhaling deeply. Your scent pulls a low growl from him, the vibrations making you gasp. “So wet already. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” Hunter vows, tongue pressing forward to lick across the damp fabric of your panties, making your breath stutter at the contact as your head thunks back down onto the mattress, eyes screwing shut.

Fingers prying the material down your legs, Hunter dives back between your thighs, dragging the flat of his tongue through your soaked folds, delighting in the way your hips buck and you cry out. He was right; you taste even more delicious than you smell, and he groans at your tang on his tongue.

Drawing your legs over his shoulders, he settles in, licking long, broad strokes across your pussy, familiarising himself with you. His senses home in on you, mind cataloguing every slight noise you make, every jerk of your hips, the way your breath quickens when his tongue skirts oh so close to your entrance and then circles around your clit.

Needy little whines escape you, every nerve in your body alight as Hunter teases you, lips and tongue exploring you, his nose bumping against your clit to send sparks of desire surging through you. Warmth pools in your belly, and it only grows as the wet warmth of his tongue presses against your entrance, dipping in. “Hunter…” You moan out his name, fingers burrowing into his hair as you cant your hips, grinding against his face.

Pride blooms in Hunter’s chest at your response, and he keeps going a little longer before he flicks his tongue up and across your clit, the sounds of your cries of delight like music to his ears. Hands grasping at your thighs, he presses your legs up, almost folding you in half as his tongue sweeps side to side, teasing his way back down your pussy as he has greater access.

The change in angle makes you moan, free hand clawing at the sheets while your hips rock, chasing the delight of his mouth. A light suck on your clit makes you gasp, the warmth in your belly building with every swipe of his talented tongue. Dragging his tongue around the edge of your folds, he draws an arch, skirting around the top of your clit again. “Hunter, please.” You crack, desperate for him.

You feel him smile against you, releasing one of your thighs, fingers roaming up your body until his tattooed hand gently squeezes one of your breasts. His mouth is relentless, tongue finding your clit, firmly moving side to side over the sensitive bud as those talented fingers of his tweak your pebbled nipple.

The warmth crescendos, spilling over, and you cry out his name as your release slams into you, making your body shudder, gasping for breath at its intensity.

Hunter works you through the high, and as you whine at the overstimulation, his mouth leaves you, fingers letting go of your nipple to smooth over the soft skin of your breast. “Beautiful.” He whispers reverently, tongue darting out to lick his lips and drink up the taste of you as he watches you come down from the high, your heavy-lidded eyes opening to meet his gaze.

With your hand in his hair, you guide him up your body, small hums of delight leaving you as he peppers kisses across your stomach and chest, laving little licks across your breasts as he drags you further up the bed. He breaks away for a second, using one hand to remove his belt and shuck off his pants.

You watch as he strips completely, acres of tanned skin finally revealed. As he ditches his boxers, his hard cock springs free, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, thighs parting a little wider. You relish the low groan the action pulls from him before he takes himself in hand, fist sliding along his shaft for a few pumps. He’s average in length but thicker than you expected - anticipation coils through you.

He prowls up the bed, settling above you, letting a little of his weight rest against you. Dark eyes meet yours, and you can’t hold back your smile, fingers reaching up to trace along his face. Drawing his head down, you steal a kiss, letting the moment build as your eyes flutter shut, tongues brushing together. Hunter shifts above you, resting his weight on one hand while the other dips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock as he teases the velvety head through your soaked folds. Achingly slowly, he presses forward, your lips parting as you let out a soft moan at the stretch as he eases into you inch by inch.

“That’s it, cyar’ika. Maker, you’re so pretty, taking all of me like a good girl.” He whispers against your lips, enjoying how your breathing changes and your heart races at his words. You feel like heaven as he bottoms out, hips flush against you, chests pressed together as his hand moves back to the side of your head, redistributing his weight.

The stretch as Hunter fills you is exquisite, and your eyes open to gaze up at him in awe that this is happening – that this incredible man is yours. The first slow roll of his hips has your head tilting backwards, a breathy sigh filling the room.

The pace builds, your hands reaching for him, dragging up his back and down his flanks, nails scraping along flushed skin, making him grunt at the combination of pleasure and pain. Desire coils through you, building with every thrust of his hips, every drag of his cock as he pulls out to the tip and pushes back in. He leans down to kiss you, demanding tongue sliding between your lips to taste you.

“You’re so good for me, so fucking good around me. Made for me.” Hunter growls and the sound of your bodies meeting creates a background of white noise. “Won’t last long, baby. You feel too good. Fucking dreamed of this.” He adds, supporting his weight with one hand again, thrusts never faltering as he reaches down to grasp one of your legs, hauling it up. He presses a kiss to your ankle before he pushes your leg towards your chest, the change in angle enabling him to thrust into you even deeper.

Eyes falling shut once again as he drives you closer to the edge, you whine and whimper as his cock repeatedly rubs against your g-spot. The hand he’d used to pry your leg up moves to your breast, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipple again before he gently squeezes. Your name falls from his lips, raspy alongside his command. “Come for me.”

Between his hands, cock, and voice, you’re powerless to resist. Fingers scrambling at his body for purchase, your back arches as you cry out his name, desire bubbling over into a rush of euphoria that sweeps through your body and momentarily renders you speechless. Tremors wrack through you, toes curling as you desperately pant for breath, hazy eyes opening to look up at him.

Feeling you come apart, watching you fall into pleasure beneath him, was more than Hunter could’ve ever asked for. You were beautiful every day, but lost in the throes of an orgasm he’d given you? You were divine. He could feel the pressure building, feel himself teetering on that edge.

“Where?” The roughness of Hunter’s voice caresses you, warm puffs of his breath tickling your ear from where he’s bent down to bring you both even closer, caging you under him as his thrusts grow sloppy, muscles taut under your hands.

“In me, please.” You whisper back, and the deep moan he lets out will forever be seared into your mind.

Hunter gives a few final thrusts before he presses in as deep as he can, a guttural sound leaving him as his eyes screwed shut, thighs shaking as he hits his own peak, the pressure evaporating into molten bliss as he gives you everything. Slowly, the pleasure pulls back, like the tide, and he swallows thickly as his eyes open, breath catching at the sight of you.

You’re gazing up at him like he hung all the stars in the galaxy, indescribable love woven through your features. Carefully, he lowers your raised leg, fingers rubbing to return some of the feeling as his lips meet yours with a tenderness that could only come from years of shared moments, mouths moving in perfect harmony, a slow, sensuous exploration of one another.

Hand sliding to your waist, Hunter holds you still as he gently eases himself out of you, shifting to lay on his side, drawing you against his chest.

You nestle into his embrace. Your fingers trace the contours of his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. The years of laughter and tears, the countless shared experiences, and the trust built over time have all culminated in this moment.

Hunter presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you can feel the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. He draws lazy circles on your back, a comforting motion that brings you a sense of security and belonging.

With your bodies pressed together, you both revel in the aftermath of your lovemaking. The room is filled with a peaceful stillness, and you listen to the soft melody of your combined breaths, knowing that this love is the anchor that holds you both steady in a still-turbulent galaxy.

#Soarings Ask Box #the bad batch x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader #hunter x you #the bad batch hunter x you #sergeant hunter #hunter bad batch #hunter the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #tbb hunter x reader #star wars clone wars

[letsquestjess]

Wrecker Headcanon

Since Wrecker never got enough to eat on Kamino (and pretty much ever until Pabu), he is always conscious of his brothers and Omega eating enough.

He makes the effort to memorise their favourite foods and drinks, and will make it for them if they're having a bad day. He finds recipes and tests them out to make sure they're perfect.

One evening, after struggling with aches and pains yet again, Echo found a plate of the homemade crumbly biscuits he likes waiting for him beside his bunk.

Crosshair suffered from some painful headaches after encountering some explosives on a mission, and the next day Wrecker made him freshly brewed caf with the perfect amount of vanilla syrup. Nobody can make fresh caf like Wrecker can, and Crosshair won't entertain the fresh stuff unless Wrecker made it for him.

He also memorises their habits.

Tech finds particular textures off-putting, and Wrecker warns him about any new foods that may have the same texture while recommending new foods he may like.

Hunter has spent another day planning their next destination and taking stock of supplies, forgetting to eat until Wrecker brings him a sandwich and some chocolate.

Omega takes a liking to anything sweet and so he makes it his mission to introduce her to lots of sweet foods and teach her how to make cakes and pastries.

Wrecker's favourite way of showing people he loves them is through food and his family appreciate it more than he realises.

#tbb #the bad batch #tbb wrecker #tbb headcanon #tbb headcanons #the bad batch headcanon #the bad batch headcanons #sw tbb #sw the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #wrecker is an absolute sweetheart and he will make sure his family eats properly

[techwrecker]

Something ANGSTY and FLUFFY with CROSSHAIR (if you’re any good at that, ik some writers struggle in some areas)

For Her

Summary: Crosshair struggles with his PTSD from Tantiss that manifests in his hands.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Minor season 3 spoilers, no plot spoiling

Tags: angst, hurt comfort, light fluff

TW: mention of death, mention of character canon death, ptsd symptoms

A/N: this is probably more angst than fluff eheh... sorry ^^; I hope you enjoy anyways! If you see any grammatical mistakes, no you do not <3

cross-posted on my ao3 of the same name here

Crosshair’s hands didn’t shake when his mind was preoccupied. And right now, he was preoccupied by combat with his brother Echo.

Crosshair sat folded in concentration, elbows resting on his knees, mulling over the next possible Dejarik moves. Echo was sitting across from him, just as engaged as the sniper, though Crosshair couldn’t tell if his yawns were genuine exhaustion or a mediocre attempt to rush his turn. Either way, Crosshair wasn’t going to pass up a chance to win because somebody was trying to end the game quickly.

“C’mon, Cross. If you could manage a move during this rotation, I’d appreciate it.” The former ARC trooper quipped.

“Relax. I’m thinking,” he said in mild annoyance. “Nothing wrong with being careful and taking one’s time.” Crosshair hit a button on the board, causing the holo to shift as his character sauntered over and slayed Echo’s main player, leaving the match at a checkmate. “See? Patience is a virtue.” He said, smug with victory.

“Yeah, one of your only ones, too,” Echo shot back with a smile, pressing the shut-off button on the entertainment table. Crosshair couldn’t help the small smirk that crept onto his face. Echo stood up and extended his good arm out across the dark table for a handshake. “Good game, as usual, Crosshair.”

Crosshair took his brother’s hand, and they shook. As Echo walked away to his bunk, Crosshair sat back down, massaging his hand at the palm. His hands didn’t shake when his mind was thinking about a task at hand, but once it was quiet, it was all he could do to keep them still. He held his hands out in front of him, watching them twitch. He squeezed them into fists in an attempt to calm the shot nerves and shut them out from his mind. Crosshair leaned back into his chair and shoved his still lightly trembling hands deep into his pockets. This was not an attempt to keep them steady but rather if they were out of sight, they were out of mind. And for the most part, it worked.

It was unusual for the ship to be as quiet as it was. Hunter and Wrecker took Omega out to the Pabu market before it shut down for the day so they could grab some dinner for the crew. Since being informally stationed on Pabu for the past month or so, Wrecker had acquired quite an affinity for cooking and Omega was more than eager to help him. Each night, they came home with a new recipe from a local vendor. And before Eriadu, anybody within a 20 foot radius of The Marauder could’ve heard Tech’s tinkering, but ever since…

No. He wouldn’t think about that. He couldn’t. Not without completely breaking down. Crosshair was still a soldier. Whether he was tied to the Republic, the Empire, or to his brothers, he had to be strong. But, ever since Omega saved him from Mount Tantiss, from Hemlock’s unending torture, Crosshair had trouble finding it in himself to return to the steadfast man he once was. Things weren’t as black and white as he had once believed them to be. His brief loyalty to the Empire was misplaced, he knew that now. Maybe had he stayed true to his brothers, Tech would still be alive. He didn’t deserve that fate– nobody did. Not when Crosshair could have prevented it. Had he not chosen to be a “good soldier” for the Empire’s evil. Crosshair couldn’t help but feel like it was all his fault. Omega’s capture. Tech’s death. And the worst part was that they all held him with kiddie gloves, like he was made of glass, destined to shatter at any moment.

Crosshair could feel the headache coming. He stood up and opened the hatch of their home. The wind rushed in, whipping the scent of the salty sea around him. It was humid, but not oppressive. He hoped the fresh air would clear his mind. Making his way down the loading ramp and onto the weathered cobblestone of the island’s square, he could hear the people of Pabu in the lower levels starting to call their children in for dinner. Thankfully, due to pleasant weather, the market was taking place on the beach, far below where the Marauder was parked atop the island. The pinnacle was mostly empty, so Crosshair didn’t have to be greeted by the well-meaning citizens. He kept walking until he reached the lookout point not far from the ship.

The sun had already begun dipping into the vast, dark sea as it painted the sky in all its deserving beauty. Scattered across the strip of beach, Crosshair could see vendors beginning to flip on their candleorbs.

He pulled his rifle from behind his back and placed it into position against his shoulder as he’d done a thousand times before. Making sure the safety was on before pointing it down towards the beach, he peered into the scope, looking for his family. It wasn’t hard to spot the crew, as they were a stark contrast from the linen-clothed locals. That paired with Wrecker’s resonant voice, which could probably carry across the planet, made them easy to find.

Through the viewfinder, he could see Omega reaching into a basket for a fruit he had never seen before, her mouth moving. She turned around to show Hunter the new food and he smiled at her, dropping a few coins of the Pabuian currency into her free hand.

Crosshair didn’t realize he was smiling at the scene. He was glad she was safe now. Maker knows she deserved to be. Especially after everything the child had to endure.

He continued to trail the scope along until he found Wrecker, not far ahead. He was practically towering over all the booths. Crosshair tried to use the scope’s zooming feature to see what he was holding, but at such a distance, it was hard to tell.

The rifle began to tremble slightly in the sniper’s hands. He furrowed his brows in concentration and tried to hold his position as rigid as he could, but it was no use. He ripped his face away from the scope and held the rifle out in front of him in frustration. All he saw in his hands was his mistakes. He unlatched the scope and tore it from the barrel before brashly throwing it off the ledge of the lookout. Crosshair wouldn’t dare to damage his precious weapon, but he couldn’t bear to look at the scope any longer. Once he heard the distant clink of metal against the climbing stairs of Pabu, he laid the weapon on the stone wall, his hand lingering with regret for a second longer.

He turned back toward the Marauder and began to walk away. He didn’t want it in his sight anymore but, as a formally trained sniper, it was hard not to be in his sight. The very thing that he had found security in as a cadet now made him shameful. The very purpose he was created for was stripped from his identity without remorse by the Empire. What’s the use in having a weapon if you can’t protect your family?

Thankfully, as Crosshair approached the loading ramp, he could tell by the light snoring coming from Echo’s bunk, that his brother was napping soundly. He pulled out a toothpick from his chest pocket as he made his way to the cockpit. He didn’t like being alone so much anymore, so he lifted his feet up onto the dash, careful to avoid any switches that might start the engine and tried to follow in Echo’s footsteps for a nap.

He had just about nodded off when Batcher’s quick footsteps disturbed the quiet evening. Crosshair lifted a single lid and squinted out of the viewport and saw Omega riding atop Batcher, the pair headed for The Marauder. Besides clutching Batcher’s fur, she had a cylindrical object in her right hand.

Crosshair took his feet down and sat up to open the loading bay door for Omega.

“Cross!” She called frantically. “Cross where are you?”

“I’m here, Omega.” He said, meeting her at the door. “What’s wrong?”

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face into his torso. He gingerly laid a hand on her shoulder and knelt down to meet her at eye-level as she pulled away. She looked deeply into his eyes, her own filled with concern.

“I thought something had happened to you!” Her eyes had begun to fill with tears and her face started to flush pink.

“No, I’m alright. Why would you think that?” He asked.

Omega swiped at her tears with the back of her hand before offering up the scope he had thrown away. She opened her hand flat. The black metal was scratched and the glass inside had shattered. “I thought maybe somebody had taken you.”

Crosshair placed his hand over hers, wrapping her fingers back around the scope and lowering it in rejection. “No. I don’t want that.”

“What do you mean?” Omega said with a sniff.

“I can’t do that. Not anymore.” He said shortly. He didn’t want to bring up Tech. He didn’t want to explain his feelings of inadequacy to her. Not when she was the one who had saved him in the first place. It should have been him. He should have been the one to save her. He was pathetic and he knew everybody around him thought that, too.

“I understand, Crosshair.” She started. “You feel like you don’t have a purpose anymore. I used to feel that way, back on Kamino.”

She took his hand and they sat, leaning against the navicomp on the floor together. “I always wondered why I was different from the other clones. I wasn’t trained like everybody else, but nobody would explain my purpose to me.”

“Omega, I-“ Crosshair tried to escape the conversation.

“No, let me finish.” She interrupted, and he shut his mouth.

“All of you had a clear purpose. The Kaminoans designed you that way. But me? There was nothing special about me. I’m not a sharpshooter and I don’t have heightened senses. I’m definitely not as big as Wrecker and nobody is as smart as Tech was.’ 

Crosshair winced at the sound of his fallen brother’s name.

“But then I finally met you all, my brothers! And I realized what my purpose was. It may not be what they created me for on Kamino, but I know it to be true in my heart. My purpose is to protect my brothers. To protect you,” she explained.

Crosshair could feel the sting of his tears as they started to fall down his slender face.

“Omega,” he began softly, “I’m so sorry. For everything."

The tears wouldn't stop. She pulled him in for a hug and he let her. The two sat together as Crosshair silently let the emotions wash over him. And Omega let him. She knew Crosshair had not come to terms with everything he went through on Tantiss or with the Empire. But, she was observant and saw how his hands would tremble if he didn’t keep himself busy. She knew he needed this and she also knew he wouldn’t confide in any of their brothers like this. Even Batcher sensed something was wrong and came over to lay her head in Crosshair’s lap.

After a couple of minutes, Crosshair pulled away and straightened against the ship. He cleared his throat and looked down at Omega. She was smiling sweetly at him. Not with pity, but with understanding. With her signature kindness. Batcher hopped up and tried to lick his face, pulling them out of the moment.

“Batcher, that is truly disturbing,” Crosshair said in disgust as he tried to shove her off. 

Omega laughed and Crosshair smiled.

“When did you get so wise?” He asked the young girl.

“Since I became a big sister!” She joked.

Hunter and Wrecker showed up not long after, arms full with their food supplies for the night. Wrecker had also managed grab a bag of Mantell Mix to split with Omega. If they didn’t have anything to munch on while making dinner, there would be no dinner to speak of.

“So, I guess you’re okay, then,” Hunter said, vaguely gesturing to Crosshair with his hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… having a rough go of it, I suppose.” Crosshair answered. It was slightly more information than he would typically give away about his emotional state. Hunter knew well enough not to push him.

“Well good,” Wrecker chimed in. “‘Cuz I’m starving!”

“I’ll wake up Echo so we can get started!” Omega hopped up from the floor and rushed over to his bunk. The rest of the crew headed outside to start the fire. 

The saturated colors of sunset were still stretched across the sky as the sun continued to pass behind the horizon. That was one of Pabu’s specialties. Due to the atmosphere and the reflections off the ocean, the sunsets lasted much longer than it did on any other planet the Bad Batch had ever been to. 

Crosshair walked back out to the lookout once more to retrieve his rifle. He couldn’t leave it. For as much grief as it was giving him, he would always come back to it. He had no other choice. He slung it back over his shoulder and returned to the group to help prep their dinner.

As dinner waned into the evening, the stars crept upon the little family. They all crowded around the fire and told funny stories to Omega about each other from their time serving the Republic. And Echo had plenty from when he was still with the 501st. The little clone intentionally sat next to Crosshair during dinner to give him a prevailing sense of comfort over his anxieties.

“And so I said to Cross,” Hunter said, finishing his story between chuckles, “Cross, that’s a Tooka!” 

The crew burst into laughter at the story. 

“Did you really think it was a battle droid?” Omega asked her seatmate in disbelief.

“Unfortunately, yes...” He trailed off.

“Alright,” Echo began. “The fire is dying and we should probably head in soon. Hunter and I will clean up since Wrecker, Omega, and Cross made dinner.”

“Thanks, Echo!” She beamed at him.

“Yeah, thanks!” Wrecker said as he slapped Echo’s back in gratitude. 

It was probably a little harder than he meant as Echo stumbled forward. He turned his head to give Wrecker a dirty look. The biggest batcher just shrugged sheepishly.

“Come with me, Crosshair. I want to look at the stars over the lookout.” Omega requested.

Crosshair picked up their dishes and handed them to Hunter, nodding in thanks. The pair made their way to the lookout point. 

The stars were in full view, brilliantly shining in every color imaginable. This was something neither of them would ever get used to.

Crosshair held out his hand to Omega so she could climb onto the wall. She smiled up at him and took it gladly. She swept her legs over the side and tilted her head up to the sky, eyes wide in wonder. She kept her eyes on the sky but Crosshair was watching her. 

He hadn’t ever been one to talk much, even before all the events that transpired, but he didn’t think he would ever find enough of or the right kind of words to tell Omega how thankful he was for her.

He lifted a leg over the wall and sidled up to his sister, wrapping his arm around her protectively.

Omega wouldn’t always be a child, and she certainly wouldn’t need her brothers to protect her forever. But, looking into the galaxy here, together, Crosshair resolved his new purpose. He would make the galaxy a safer place. For her.

#tbb #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb spoilers #the bad batch one shot #tbb one shot #crosshair one shot #tbb crosshair one shot #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb fic #tbb fanfic #star wars #sw fanfic #sw one shot #the bad batch oneshot #tbb oneshot #tbb crosshair oneshot #the bad batch crosshair oneshot #star wars oneshot #techwrecker writes

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Day 22: Human Weapon / Worked Themselves to Exhaustion

@febuwhump prompt Alt 4: Human Weapon @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Worked Themselves to Exhaustion

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Omega, Crosshair, Hunter Set when they are all living happily on Pabu Word Count: ~2440 Read Here on A03

Synopsis: Omega wants to celebrate her friend's birthday, and finds out Crosshair's thoughts on the subject.

100% inspired by the fact I baked cupcakes for Season 3 launch day

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Crosshair leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Omega through eyed narrowed in suspicion. The clone girl was up to her elbows in ingredients, packets and boxes discarded messily around her as she focussed with forceful concentration on the large mixing bowl.

Omega’s hands, arms and apron were all streaked with powdery white debris from where she had tipped the bag of flour with too much enthusiasm, and she spread the mess to her face when she tried to wipe her hair out of her eyes with the back of her arm.

“I don’t know why you’re going to all this trouble,” Crosshair said with a deprecating edge of boredom to his voice. “What’s the point?”

He reached out and snagged a party snack from a nearby platter, cubes of cheese and pineapple skewered neatly on wooden cocktail sticks. Omega smacked his retreating hand with the back of her mixing spoon; he grinned unrepentantly and held her gaze whilst devouring the dainty snack and turning the cocktail stick in his mouth like a toothpick.

“Crosshair! Those are for the party guests!” Omega scolded, putting down her current utensil and whisking the platter out of Crosshair’s reach.

Crosshair merely shrugged, licking the batter residue of her assault from his hand before folding his arms.

“And the point is, it’s Lyana’s birthday! We’re going to celebrate. I told Shep I would make the cake.”

“You don’t know how to make cake,” said Crosshair bluntly.

Omega grit her teeth and returned to her bowl, starting to mix again. “That’s why I’m following a recipe,” she told him, in the tone of voice one uses with someone struggling to grasp a simple concept.

Crosshair scooped up a broken eggshell and inspected it. It had taken Omega five minutes to fish the remnants of the shell out of the cake batter earlier when she had misjudged the force needed to crack the egg into the bowl.

“Still don’t see why you’re bothering,” he said, turning to toss the eggshell into the bin with precision accuracy. “It’s not like Lyana’s ever going to do something like this for you.”

“Why not?” said Omega grumpily.

“You’re a clone,” was Crosshair’s flat reply. “Clones don’t have birthdays.”

Omega paused in her task, looking up at him with wide brown eyes.

“Birthdays are a stupid nat-born tradition,” continued Crosshair, glaring about at the mess in the kitchen. “All this fuss over one day. They get older every day, and yet make such a noise about marking this one day in particular.” He jabbed a finger in Omega’s direction. “You don’t have a birthday. Lyana is never going to make cake for you. So why bother doing this for her?”

For a moment Omega just stared at him, mouth hanging open in shock as she processed his unexpected diatribe. Then she returned to her mix with renewed ferocity, scraping the spoon along the edges of the bowl and scooping the batter out into the waiting cake tin.

“We get decanted,” she said, a little crossly. “That’s like being born.”

Crosshair barked a bitter laugh. “What are you going to do, celebrate your decanting anniversary?”

“I could!” Omega snapped back, fixing him with a glare before returning to levelling the cake batter. “We all could! Some of Echo’s reg friends from the 501st do. I heard him talking to them about it. They invited him to Coruscant, but he couldn’t go because Tech was upgrading the Marauder.”

Crosshair sniffed and tightened his arms across his chest. Omega didn’t miss the defensive movement, or the way his shoulders rose towards his ears with ill-concealed tension.

Taking a deep breath, Omega shook her thoughts and concentrated on the next step in the cake procedure. She carefully sheathed her hands in the protective heat-mitts before opening the oven, and even more carefully lifted the cake tin down onto the wire shelf.

When she straightened up she took the mitts off and threw one of them at Crosshair.

“Why don’t you want to celebrate your decanting day?” she asked, in that special voice he knew she saved for when she wouldn’t back down from a fight. “What’s so bad about it?”

“For starters, I’m an elite clone commando, not a child,” Crosshair drawled, and the second mitt followed the first. Crosshair dodged, but didn’t break a smile. His face had settled into a familiar frown that they had been seeing less of of late, and Omega paused and walked round to stand beside him instead.

“You can tell me, Crosshair,” she said, leaning her shoulder against his side. He didn’t respond immediately, so she let her head rest against his upper arm as well. “Why don’t you want to talk about your decanting day?”

Crosshair huffed and shrugged her off, so she returned to standing, looking up at him expectantly. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, teeth clenching hard around the toothpick as he chewed on his answer.

“I don’t know about the regs,” he said at length, voice soft and sibilant above the hum of the oven, “but for enhanced clones, your decanting day anniversary was a day for the Kaminoans to take you and test you, measure you, make sure you were developing as expected…” He trailed off, shaking his head sharply as though it could dispel the memories. He scrunched his eyes shut, head dropping forwards. “It was a convenient day for them to check you were on target. If you weren’t performing adequately, or if they found a defect…”

When he trailed off Omega reached out tentatively, trying to rest her small, messy hand over his. Crosshair flinched his hand out of reach.

“We were designed to be human weapons,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Decanting day was when they performed their quality control checks.”

Omega could see the tremor that had set up in his tall frame, and made another attempt to capture his hand. This time she twined her sticky cake-batter fingers through his, taking his arm from where it was folded across his chest and letting it drop between them as they stood side by side, both looking forwards at the messy kitchen counter rather than at each other.

“I’m sorry that you had to be scared of that, Crosshair,” she said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as she spoke.

Crosshair’s fingers twitched in return. He didn’t return the pressure of her hand, but it was something, and at least this time he wasn’t trying to pull away.

“We’re on Pabu now,” Omega continued, her voice lighter. “No more tests. For any of us.” She gave a small smile. “Just Lyana’s birthday party.”

Crosshair grunted a noise that might have been agreement. Then he took his hand back from hers, wiping the stickiness off on her shoulder.

“Ew, Crosshair!” Omega protested. “I’m wearing an apron for a reason!”

“You should clean up this mess before Hunter gets home,” said Crosshair, gesturing at the kitchen. “Maybe wash the flour out your hair too.”

Omega heaved a sigh, brushed her hands down the front of her apron, and began to clean up.

*

“Crosshair, the cake… it’s stuck…”

Crosshair peered over with feigned disinterest. Omega shook the cake-tin hard, only for the top of it to break away and land in a fragmented pile on the cooling rack, whilst the base stayed resolutely stuck inside the cake tin.

Omega gasped in dismay and turned the tin over, inspecting the damaged remains of her baking attempt. Crosshair picked up the datapad she had been using, skimming the recipe.

“Did you remember to grease the cake tin before you poured the batter in?” he asked drily.

Omega groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I’m going to have to do the whole thing again.”

“Looks like it.” Crosshair checked the chrono on the datapad. “Better hurry it up, too. You haven’t got long before the party.”

Reluctantly, but with a sense of urgency, Omega began to retrieve the baking ingredients and equipment she had so carefully stowed and washed up. Crosshair watched with the faintest smile as she began the process again.

*

Lyana’s birthday party went late into the night. Long after the children were dozing the adults sat and talked and drank and laughed.

Omega curled up at the end of Lyana’s bed, both girls chatting before conversation lapsed into sleepy yawns, and eventually quiet. Omega was vaguely aware of the door opening, and being lifted from her position on top of Lyana’s covers and held close against a warm, familiar torso.

“Kid’s tired out,” came Hunter’s voice, his usually gruff tone softened with a smile.

“Worked herself to exhaustion baking two birthday cakes,” came a snarky, sibilant reply, and Omega smiled into Hunter’s shoulder at Crosshair’s presence.

The gentle swaying motion of being carried against Hunter’s body was enough to keep her lulled at the edge of sleep, but the cool night air tugged at her consciousness to stop her dropping off completely. Omega nestled closer to Hunter’s chest and kept her eyes closed as she listened to the brothers talk.

“Omega wants her own birthday celebration,” Crosshair told Hunter after a while. He sounded dubious as he said it.

Hunter breathed a snort. “What for?”

“That’s what I said. She said we should celebrate our decanting day anniversary.”

A ripple of tension passed through Hunter’s body. Omega stilled her breath, listening to the way his heart-rate spiked. Her fingers curled a little in his scarf, and she hoped he hadn’t noticed she was awake.

“Hardly a day to celebrate,” muttered Hunter.

Omega felt them slow to a halt. She risked peeking one eye open, trying to see what was happening. Hunter was staring distantly at the dark ocean around the island, and Crosshair was stood beside him with one hand on the back of his brother’s shoulder, thumb rubbing soothingly up and down the nape of Hunter’s neck.

“You’re still here,” he murmured. The hand stilled, then squeezed his shoulder.

“Almost wasn’t,” breathed Hunter softly.

Crosshair’s voice was neutral. “I know.”

A few moments of silence. Then Hunter drew a shuddering breath and started walking again.

“So Omega wants a decanting day party.”

“Yeah.”

A short head-shake.

“I don’t know. It brings back a lot of memories.”

They stopped again. Now Omega felt herself being lifted from Hunter’s arms, before Crosshair gently laid her down on a bench.

She opened her eyes and watched as Crosshair returned to his brother, folding both arms around him and drawing him into a close embrace. Hunter buried his face in Crosshair’s shoulder, hands grabbing fistfuls of his brother’s shirt, and Cross stroked one hand through Hunter’s hair, humming soothingly.

“We’re on Pabu now,” he whispered, and Omega recognised her own words. “No more tests. For any of us.”

*

Crosshair tilted the mixing bowl towards Omega, an annoyed scowl on his face. “Is this mixed enough?”

Omega rolled her eyes and pushed the bowl back to him. “No! Look, you can still see lumps of butter, and all these sugar crystals. It has to be beaten properly.”

“What does that even mean?” growled Crosshair in annoyance.

“It means mix until smooth and fully combined,” Omega told him patiently. “When that’s done, you can add the eggs.”

“At least I’ll remember to grease the tin,” the sniper muttered as he returned to beating the mixture. Omega leaned her elbows on the counter, watching him with a smile.

“Why did you decide you wanted to learn to bake, anyway?” she asked cheerily.

An uncharacteristic flush spread across Crosshair’s cheeks and he narrowed his eyes, concentrating fully on the task in front of him. “No reason,” he said, a lie so obvious it made it hard to question.

Crosshair’s impatience was clear as Omega talked him through the rest of the recipe, including turning up the temperature on the oven in the hope that the cake would cook faster. Omega rescued the situation when she smelled the charcoal scent of burning batter, turning the oven back down and opening the door to let the curling smoke escape.

Crosshair glared at the finished cake, blackened round the edges, as it cooled on the wire rack.

“It’s awful,” he declared in annoyance.

“It’ll be fine once you cut these bits off,” said Omega, sawing at the burnt sections with a knife. “Or, you could start again–”

“This one will be fine.”

*

Crosshair tracked Hunter down to the docks, where the former sergeant was helping unload the fishing vessels as they came in. He grabbed his brother without explanation, pulling him to one side.

“What’s the matter, Crosshair?” asked Hunter, concerned, a feeling which only grew when Crosshair refused to meet his eyes.

“I made this for you,” muttered the sniper sullenly, extending a shallow card box about a foot across. Hunter took it with a puzzled look.

“Open it then,” snapped Crosshair, turning away and folding his arms. His frame was written with the kind of tension that spoke of protecting vulnerabilities, and Hunter raised his eyebrows in soft amusement.

Cracking open the box lid did nothing to ease his confusion. “You got me a cake?” he asked, then recalled his brother’s words. “You… made me a cake.”

He lifted the lid all the way off, inspecting the trimmed edges, still crusted with a small burnt sections here and there. The top of the cake had been messily iced with an uneven layer of buttercream, but on top of that in a contrasting icing colour was a very precisely piped version of his familiar half-skull tattoo.

“It’s stupid,” said Crosshair quickly, like he needed to insult his own creation before Hunter could. “But I thought…”

He trailed off, then fished a toothpick out of his pocket and chewed on it anxiously.

Hunter waited for him to continue, and when he didn’t he prompted, “What did you think, Cross?”

Crosshair huffed in annoyance, glaring out over the sea as he spoke. “It’s your decanting day,” he muttered. “I thought… maybe if I made it special, maybe if you had a cake, like a nat-born birthday… then it’d be a nicer thing for you to think about than remembering the year you were almost decommissioned.”

Hunter looked at the cake for a moment, then up at his brother, a soft smile touching the corners of his lips.

“Did you bring a knife to cut it with?”

The relieved exhale Crosshair gave released some of the tension from his frame. “You… you want to eat it?”

Hunter grinned and nudged his shoulder to his brother’s.

“Yeah,” he said, “but only if I can share it with you.”

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday22 #febuwhumpalt4 #human weapon #badthingshappenbingo #worked themselves to exhaustion #posting at quarter past midnight #because anytime after midnight is technically febuwhump day 22 morning #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #omega and crosshair #hunter and crosshair #baking cakes on pabu #what more can you want

[heyclickadee]

So, today on silly headcanons that don’t matter and would probably never apply to the batch’s situation but I like them anyway: Random thoughts on what would happen if each of the batchers had to make a cake (and had unlimited access to all of the ingredients that they’d need):

Omega: Woo!! Cake!! *makes a bunch of space chocolate (there’s space chocolate, right?) cupcakes with a few different colors of icing so that she can put them together and make it look like Ruby. Wrecker keeps walking by to help out and even sneaks her some ruby chocolate chips so it can be a ruby chocolate Ruby cupcake cake. The end result is very cute, even if Omega does have to end up having to use mantell mix to make the face (someone kept eating her cupcakes and she ran out by the time she got to the face). The kitchen, though—it’s a complete disaster by the end, and Omega had the best time making that mess*

Hunter: So…my batter’s cured solid in the mixer. Is that supposed to happen? *Okay, so, his cake looks gorgeous. He’s managed to paint a sunset on Pabu onto what looks like a three tiered cake with buttercream, and it’s got this amazing texture and impressionistic look. Unfortunately, when you cut into it, it’s just three tiers of ground up ration bars fused into a kind of concrete using burnt caramel. It tastes like sand and death.*

Echo: It’ll be perfect as long as I follow the recipe. *He looks at the recipe, sees at least five ingredients he can’t eat, and decides to make a smoothie that he can eat instead. He’s not a big fan of cake, and that’s okay. It’s a really good smoothie.*

Tech: Baking is just chemistry. What could go wrong? *Lots of things. Lots of things can go wrong. Turns out that chemistry (outside of biochem) is a bit of a blind spot for Tech, and our guy can’t just follow directions without experimenting a little. Or a lot. In the end, he does end up with something. It’s not cake, but it’s definitely something. Some might call it clam chowder in a bread bowl. Really good clam chowder in a bread bowl. Just—it’s definitely not cake.*

Crosshair: Hhmm. *Crosshair can’t be too bothered to make a cake, so he buys three boxes of space funfetti cake mix, follows the directions on the box exactly, stacks the three funfetti cakes with funfetti icing in between, and then decorates the whole thing with the icing leftover from both Hunter’s and Omega’s cakes. That said, his piping is amazing. Everyone’s afraid to eat his cake because it looks so pretty. He also ate about five of Omega’s cupcakes, but it’s okay—she kept putting them on his side of the table so that he would.*

Wrecker: YEAH! CAKE TIME, BABY!! *disappears for three days and re-emerges with this gravity defying illusion cake that looks like the Maurader flying over a rocky moon full of B-1s. The B-1s are made of tempered chocolate and full of salted caramel, he’s using at least four different flavors of cake and three different kinds of cream filling, there’s a ganache river on the moon surface, the marauder cake is actually levitating (because Star Wars), it has jets of sugar glass that actually light up coming out of the engine, AND it fires choux pastry proton bombs that actually explode with jogan fruit mousse when they hit the ground. There’s even a whole section especially made for Echo so that he can eat it. And it all tastes perfect. He ends up the designated cake guy on the rare occasions they need a cake, and he couldn’t be more delighted.*

#the bad batch #anyway my general headcanon is that Wrecker would be #both the best cook and the best baker #because he’s the one who cares most about what food actually tastes like #for Hunter it’s more about the smell and the texture #and for Echo it’s more about whether or not he can eat it at all #or whether it will make him sick #Omega is still a kid so she’d still be learning if she ever got the chance to cook at all #Crosshair just wants to finish his damn lunch for once he doesn’t care what it is #and Tech I’m not sure #all that said #most of them have spent most of their lives eating ration bars and nothing else #that’s what they’re used to. #AND it kind of seems like cooking and baking is something of a luxury in the GFFA #but that could just be because of who we are usually following in Star Wars

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Star Wars Cocktail Masterlist

Let's get kriffed up, mudscuffers.

Recipes below the cut.

Gin Erso

No-Moon Rise on Scarif

Pabu Colada

Screecher's Peach

Malastare Mule

This is the Wave

Hunter's Sarge-arita

Tibanna and Tonic

List will be updated regularly!

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[zoeykallus]

I find myself thinking about Wrecker finding his person through food. Do you mind doing a small snippet of Wrecker finding out the one who cooks the delicious food to be the one eating with the group next to him on Pabu( more fem!reader) ? Wrecker compliments her work and she says she is happy to cook more for him anytime with a bright smile. only for Wrecker to find himself touched by that. Along with his feelings. ✨✨

Then later, how would he approach to ask her on a date? With her offering to cook one of her favorite dishes.

Aloha!

Oh yes, I can totally see this happen in my mind's eye. Let me write it down for you 😁

Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Delicious

Fluff/Comfort/Flirting

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Pabuu has changed in some ways since the boys of the Bad Batch arrived, at least for you. An excited curiosity has entered the peaceful idyll. One of them, whom they call Wrecker, has piqued your interest. Big, strong, lively, helpful. He helps everywhere, always has a helping hand ready when you ask him, you have already observed this several times. You have already noticed that you have a common passion, food. Wrecker is an epicure who is curious about all kinds of dishes, and you have a talent for cooking, which is very versatile. So far, you've only ever watched the guys with a bit of distance, especially Wrecker. Here and there, you threw him a shy smile when he looked at you, and he smiled happily back. You don't know that his gaze has followed you curiously several times after such moments, that you have already drawn his attention. The reconstruction of the lower levels of Pabuu, after the tidal wave, is exhausting and will take several more days. The boys of the Bad Batch are also working diligently all day. On one of these busy days, you prepare dinner for the boys. You are excited, it is the first time you cook for them, the first time Wrecker will enjoy your cooking. The table is finally set, and you sit down at the table a little hesitantly, nervously with a tentative little smile. They don't really know who you are or that you made the food, you never really introduced yourself. So at first they are confused when you sit down with them, but none of them object. You sit there, not eating anything yourself at first, just watching the guys fill their plates and sampling from the food. Hunter eats thoughtfully, slowly, savoring and tasting a bit of everything. Echo inspects his food very closely at first, smelling it, looking at it from all sides, poking at it a bit before tasting it. Finally, you see a surprised, satisfied expression on his face.

Omega does virtually everything exactly as Hunter does, slowly deliberating, sampling from everything, in the same order. Tech takes holo photos of his food before tasting it, he has his datapad in hand on the side, searching for the recipe as he absentmindedly shoves one bite after another into his mouth. Sitting directly across from you is Wrecker. Even sitting at the table, he looks huge. He reaches out hungrily, taking several different things at once, and begins to eat with fervor. "Oh maker, this is good, better than good, fantastic!" Your heart beats faster in your chest as you look at him, smiling broadly. "I'm glad to hear that" All eyes are on you for a moment, and you feel a shiver run down your spine, but the attention you receive is benevolent. "You made this?" asks Wrecker, who has barely swallowed the bite he has in his mouth. You nod with a nervous little laugh. "I knew you were special." When you look at him in surprise, he continues, "I've known that since the moment I first saw you, the day before the flood, you were on that terrace back there," pointing behind him to the building across the street. "You remember that?" Wrecker grins and shoves a piece of your freshly baked bread into his mouth. "Sure! Man, this bread is amazing!" You beam at him with satisfaction, "I'll be happy to cook for you again.... You guys, I mean, anytime." Wrecker's eyes go wide. "Really?"

You nod and shyly grab a piece of bread to keep your hands busy as well. "Great!" cheers Wrecker, and then he looks at Hunter, "Can I keep her?" Hunter has to laugh and almost spits his food back onto his plate in the process. He clears his throat and says with amusement, "You can't keep her, she's not a toy, is she?" Wrecker laughs heartily and winks at you, "I know, I'm just kidding." After a brief pause, he asks you gently, "Hey, Kitchen Goddess, do you want to come to the beach with me? After dinner, I mean. I was going to catch some of those fish you only come across here in the dark, could use some company." You blink in surprise and ask, "You want to catch moon snapper? Those are pretty big, strong fish." Wrecker laughs, leans a little in your direction and says with a wink, "And I'm a pretty big, strong man, don't worry, it'll work out." Your face gets all warm, and you can't help but smile at him. "I'll be very happy to accompany you" Wrecker bangs the table joyfully, making almost everyone present cringe in shock. "Sorry" he says briefly to the crowd, grabs the rest of the bread, stands up and says, "Come with me" You blink in surprise, but follow him without asking any questions. Wrecker gets his fishing gear, shoves the rest of the bread in his mouth, and grins at you.

"I hear moon snapper are a delicacy," he says. "They are," you confirm as you walk beside him down to the beach. "Can you prepare the fish?" he asks curiously. "Yeah, sure," you say with a smirk. Wrecker licks his lips and says, "If I catch one, could you make a midnight snack for both of us?" You laugh in amusement and nod, "For you, with pleasure, Wrecker." He beams at you and says dreamily, "My kitchen goddess, you are a dream come true for this soldier" Again heat rises in your cheeks, you can't help but look up at him in admiration as he walks there beside you, the smile with which he now looks at you, full of affection and yet almost a little shy.

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Mustache

A little Tech and Phee (Phech?) fic with a heaping side of Bad Batch family feels

AO3

               Tech stared at his reflection in the mirror, razor inches from the shaving foam on the lower portion of his face. Usually, he would have completed the job of shaving without a second thought. Since he’d been able to grow facial hair, Tech habitually remained clean-shaven. Hunter never had anything more than a few days scruff and being the leader and eldest brother, Tech just followed his lead. Vanity served no purpose during a war.

               Yet now, he recollected a holofilm that the community on Pabu had shown primarily for the children down on the beach. Some adults had also attended, including himself and Phee. Tech remembered how her eyes had shown with desire at one protagonist, a long-lost love turned pirate who sported a handsome mustache. He did not recollect most of the movie due to participation in an appropriate public display of affection with his companion, but that look in Phee’s eyes…

What might she think if he adapted a similar look?

               Finally, the clone brought the razor to his face and began the process of shaving the bristles from his cheeks and chin. He could recall the style of the mustache enough to replicate it beneath his nose. Once he washed the remnants of foam from his face, Tech took a moment to examine his handiwork. It would take a while to grow in further and groom, but it was at the very least identifiable. He appreciated the way he looked for a moment before putting the razor away.

               Finishing the final steps to his morning routine, Tech opened the door to the fresher in time to dodge Wrecker’s fist swinging down. His brother managed to look sheepish before frowning at Tech. No doubt he had noticed the alteration made to his features. Tech sidestepped out into the hall, waiting for the reaction of his brother.

Wrecker cleared his throat, pointing to his own face. “You, uh, missed a spot.”

“I did not,” Tech told him. “I’ve decided to try something.”

“Oh,” Wrecker squinted at it. “Not too bad.”

Praise was praise, but it was not Wrecker’s opinion that would be the deciding factor in the retention of facial hair. “Thank you, Wrecker.”

/`\

               Hunter was in the kitchen, frowning over a datapad when Tech came down the steps. Following the events of the sea surge, the squad had acquired a house in Lower Pabu during its reconstruction. They’d managed to split sleeping quarters with Omega, Wrecker, and Tech in two rooms upstairs and Hunter down below. After Echo returned and Crosshair soon after, assignments shifted so Tech roomed with his twin upstairs, Wrecker moved down with Hunter, and Echo took over the couch. It was cozy living quarters, yet it sparked the reconnection and conversations necessary to move forward.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to be this thick,” Hunter grumbled as Tech approached the counter where a bowl of batter rested with a spoon sticking upright.

“What are you attempting to make?” Tech questioned, pushing the spoon through the extremely viscous matter.

“Panna cakes,” Hunter mumbled, still focused on the batter. “Shep gave me the recipe.”

Tech reached across to snag the datapad, scanning through the instructions. “Did you pack the flour into the measuring cup?”

Hunter said nothing, a confirmation that he had indeed done so.

“You will need to thin it out in order to scoop it onto the griddle,” Tech instructed, setting the datapad down. “Wrecker is in the fresher. Where are the others?”

“Omega went to go study outside, Crosshair went for a walk, and Echo went to pick up some fruit,” Hunter listed off, finally lifting his head up and doing a double take. “What’s on your face?”

“It is called a mustache.”

“I know what a mustache is, Tech,” Hunter muttered, adding some water and giving the batter some firm stirs. “Why do you have one?”

The question stung somewhat, but Tech knew Hunter meant no harm. “I’m trying something.”

“Huh,” Hunter gave an approving nod. “Suits you.”

/`\

“So…why the mustache?”

               Tech closed the cabinet where he’d just stacked the washed plates and looked over at Echo. His older brother was busy packing up some leftover fruit and panna cakes (which had tasted decent after Hunter salvaged the recipe) into a container for Crosshair. Tech’s twin had elected not join them for breakfast to continue his exploration of the island. Hunter was going to take off later to go in search of him with the food. Crosshair did this often since he’d returned, and while it was less frequent than his first days, he still went off on his own without leaving a message until the last minute. Tech wished his brother would let them in, but they would only be allowed when Crosshair was ready.

“Tech,” Echo said a little more loudly.

He adjusted his goggles slightly. “I decided I would like to try something new with my appearance.”

“Uh huh,” his brother nodded, propping his arms on the counter. “And this is a decision you’re making for you?”

“Yes.”

“Nothing to do with impressing a certain liberator of ancient wonders?”

Tech reached for the cutlery in the drying rack by the sink. “…no.”

“Tech,” Echo’s big brother voice came out. “You don’t need to change anything about yourself to impress Phee. You shouldn’t have to change yourself for someone’s love.”

“I am well aware.”

Echo wasn’t done yet. “Anyways, she already cares about you, no matter what you look like.”

His face flushed a little. Tech was aware of Phee’s affections for him, but the reminder gave him that lovely little buoyant feeling in his chest. He never tired of the sensation or how the thought of her brought a smile to his face now. She’d left a few days ago on search of another artifact for a family of refuges from Desix. Hopefully, she would be back in the next day or so.

“I am confident in my relationship with her, regardless of my appearance,” Tech told Echo as he sorted the cutlery. “But from an aesthetic perspective, I must ask you a question.”

“You mean you mustache me a question?”

Tech waited for Echo to stop chuckling over his little joke. “Does it appear aesthetically pleasing?”

His brother studied him for a moment. “I’m not one for facial hair personally. Reg manuals were always so strict about what was good to go and what wasn’t. It doesn’t really suit me anyways.”

Tech braced himself.

“But it looks good on you, Tech.”

/`\

For all the compliments and support he’d gotten from his brothers, Tech did worry about Omega’s uncharacteristic silence during his tutoring of her. Granted, she usually did listen and rarely interrupted during the lessons he gave. Now, his sister would not look up at his face, remaining more focused on the novel recommended to them by a Twi’lek couple down the street from their home as being appropriate for Omega’s age. It was like she couldn’t bring herself to really look at him.

It had been a long time since insecurities about his appearance truly bothered Tech. As a cadet, all of Clone Force 99 experienced their share of bullying for how they looked from other clones. It fell within typical growing pains all life forms experienced during their growth and development. Tech learned quicker than the rest of his brothers to value his intelligence over his looks. But Omega’s reaction was starting to bring old feelings back.

“Does my mustache make you uncomfortable?” he asked suddenly.

The young clone glanced up halfway and shook her head.

Despite what Echo had told him in the morning about how he shouldn’t change for others, Tech felt a guilty pang. “Omega, you can tell me the truth. I will not be offended.”

She mumbled something indecipherable.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m not used to it,” Omega repeated, making the effort to look up at him now. “You look different.”

Tech mulled her words over. “I suppose I do. It was a spur of the moment decision.”

“Like Hunter’s tattoo?”

“Do not tell him I told you about that,” Tech told her, getting a little giggle from her. “It is not my intention to unsettle you, Omega. I am sorry for doing so.”

“It’s okay. We have to adapt to change, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“You like it,” Omega gave him an earnest smile. “You seem happy with it. I’ll learn to like it.”

He relaxed at that. “Thank you, Omega.”

“And I think Phee will like it too,” she added, winking at him.

Oh, little sisters.

/`\

               By the afternoon, Tech had meandered down to the docks. Lyanna’s boat had been experiencing engine trouble for a few days, so he had offered his services to the Hazards to fix it. Shep agreed and told him he could take it out for a spin too. Despite growing up on an ocean planet, Tech had never driven a boat before. The opportunity to learn was so appealing that he couldn’t resist.

Finding Crosshair down there was just an added bonus.

“Care to give me a hand with some repairs?” he asked when he approached his twin brother.

Crosshair seemed surprised to see him but gave a silent nod of agreement and followed him to the boat. Tech did the brunt of the work while the sniper passed him the tools he needed without a word. His brother’s enhancement might have been in his eyes, but he was smart enough to know which Tech required next. Wrecker had commented once how creepy it was how they could always work together so quietly and know what the other needed, but it never felt that way to Tech.

Once the engine functioned properly once more, Tech looked over at his brother to see if he would be leaving or staying. Crosshair made no move aside from a simple shrug, so Tech started the boat and steered them out into open water. It reminded him of flying the Marauder, except he had to pay more attention to the waves as they glided away from the island.

When they were far enough out, Tech killed the engine and took a seat near Crosshair, leaving a decent gap between them. He had missed his twin so much since that night on Kamino when they left Crosshair behind. While he still could not agree with Crosshair’s decision to stay with the Empire months ago, Tech pondered often if he would have gone with their brothers had he been the one left behind and none of them returned for him. Fortune favored him to never go through that experience though, whereas Crosshair had not been so lucky.

“I really missed you,” Tech spoke at last, turning his gaze away from Pabu to look at his brother.

Crosshair turned towards him. In the weeks since his brother come back, he already looked better than the emaciated husk they’d rescued from Mount Tantiss. Getting him to eat, sleep, and just be human again had been an uphill battle. Now, the sniper was less bony, and his hair was starting to grow back, save for where he’d been burned. Some life had returned to Crosshair’s eyes, although there were days when they looked even more hollow than Echo’s had been after Skako Minor.

“I missed you too,” Crosshair’s voice was only just audible over the waves slapping the boat. “I missed everyone.”

This wasn’t the first time they’d said those words to each other, and Tech had a feeling it would not be the last.

“I want to be family again, but I don’t know how…”

“Crosshair, you never stopped being family.”

A tear fell from the sniper’s cheek onto his pants. Tech reached over to place a hand on his brother’s shoulder, waiting to see if it would be shrugged off or accepted. When Crosshair didn’t bat it away, Tech slid over and wrapped his arms around his twin brother. The gesture was returned quickly, and Tech pushed his goggles up so his tears wouldn’t get caught in the frames.

Once they finally let go, Crosshair cleared his throat. “The mustache is new.”

“I’m trying something new,” Tech admitted. “And…I think Phee might like it. I want to surprise her.”

A little smirk tugged at Crosshair’s lips. “You’re gone for her.”

“I have…a very strong affection for her.”

His twin chuckled. “I’m happy for you two. And it’s a good look.”

“I appreciate the compliment.”

“And it means I can grow a beard now without Hunter saying anything if you keep the lip hair.”

Tech gave him a light punch. “Thank you, Crosshair.”

In the sky above, a ship emerged from the clouds, heading right for Upper Pabu.

He already knew who it was.

/`\

               The sun had begun to set by the time the twins made it back to the docks of Lower Pabu. They paid for a few fish that Crosshair promised to take right home without going for another wander. Tech planned to join him to help with the meal preparation. Unfortunately, Crosshair commed Wrecker so he could get more sway to convince Tech to go show Phee his new look first. Echo and Hunter had then gotten in, urging him to go visit and invite her to dinner.

               Once they finally persuaded him, Tech walked off in the direction of the path along the wall leading to Upper Pabu. He wondered what Phee would think of the mustache. Over the course of the day, hearing the approval from his brothers and the acceptance from Omega made him realize that he liked himself with a mustache. However, Tech now wondered what it was going to feel like on a mission under his helmet. Would he still look like a soldier with this facial hair?

This was why he didn’t do vanity.

               Halfway up the hill, Tech caught sight of someone walking down. The closer he got, the more details he could identify. The blue band tied around her hair. The floral pattern on her shirt. A smile spreading across her face as she picked up the pace to meet him. The buoyant feeling filled him again as he quickened his own steps.

“Hey there, Brown Eyes,” Phee greeted when they reached each other.

“Phee,” Tech held out his elbow to her. “I missed you.”

“You couldn’t wait until I came down to find you?” she teased, linking her arm through his.

Tech shook his head as they started back down to Lower Pabu. “I was planning to comm you later, but my brothers insisted I go and meet you. Echo also said I should invite you to dinner.”

“That’s polite of him.”

               He asked her a few questions about her journey to Desix. It did relieve him to see her in one piece, especially with what Crosshair had told them about the Imperial occupation there. While Tech wasn’t sure that he was a “goner” for Phee, he did want her to be safe in the same way he wanted his brothers and sister to stay safe. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, but Tech still had his worries.

At the base of the mountain, Tech stopped to watch the last moments of sunset with Phee and the lights illuminate in the lower part of the island. It never ceased to be a breathtaking sight, no matter how many times he saw it. While he still considered himself a soldier, Tech felt like an ordinary civilian whenever he took time to enjoy the simple pleasures of the galaxy. To feel normal after growing up in what many considered abnormal always felt so novel. He couldn’t get tired of it.

When he turned to look back at Phee, her hand reached up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the hairs of his mustache.

“That’s new,” she murmured thoughtfully.

“Do you like it?” Tech asked quickly.

Phee raised an eyebrow. “Do you like it?”

“My brothers have given their approvals.”

“That wasn’t what I asked, Tech.”

Tech rubbed the back of his neck. “I…noticed you admiring the actor’s mustache in the holofilm the other night. When I needed to shave again, I decided to try and emulate it.”

“And?” Phee prompted.

“I think I like it, although I don’t know how it will feel when I wear my helmet for missions…”

Phee put a finger to his lips. “But you like it?”

“Yes,” Tech nodded. “I do. And not just because I wanted to surprise you.”

A smile bloomed across the pirate’s face as she leaned up to give him a brief peck on the lips. “Good. And it looks great on you.”

“I can always shave it off if you don’t like it.”

“Tech,” Phee lowered her hand to grasp his. “You do whatever you want to do with this ‘stache. There’s no rules. You’re not tied to an army anymore. Pabu is a clean slate. You can grow a mustache, a goatee, scruff or a full beard. Whatever you want.”

He already knew all this, but he loved hearing it again. “I’d like to kiss you again.”

“You can always steal a kiss from me, Brown Eyes.”

               Tech took her up on that, leaning down to give her a proper kiss. Her hand migrated down from his face to his bicep as he intertwined their fingers with the other hand. A laugh escaped Phee midway through the kiss. Confused, Tech pulled back a little.

“It tickles more than I thought it would,” explained Phee. “A good tickle.”

Tech straightened in interest at the new information. “Oh?”

“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “And there’s more places you can tickle when you’re ready.”

Tech was very much a goner for her. “That is something we could test.”

#star wars #the bad batch #tech x phee #phech #tech #phee genoa #hunter #wrecker #echo #crosshair #fanfiction #omega

[ct-1402]

The Bad Batch Pabu Bakery AU

Contains spoilers for The Bad Batch Season 2

While watching Season 2, me and my partner were talking about an au where they get to all live happily ever after on Pabu and they open a bakery and I thought I'd share:

Wrecker

Wrecker would be a one-man kneading machine, I just know he would love the workout

He'd get to keep a small portion of whatever he makes (and I'm sure he'd share with Omega)

He moves stock into their pantry while Tech directs him on exactly where things belong for efficiency

He'd also be honourary taste tester after Hunter but he would say everything they make is the best thing ever

Also his interest in fishing in one of the episodes makes me feel like he'd help Hunter come up with a line of savoury items using the fish that he catches

Hunter

Hunter would be amazing at developing/adjusting recipes

His super senses would be perfect for picking up on the subtle flavours and figuring out new ways to combine them

He could probably figure out what went wrong in a batch of cookies just by smelling them

He would enjoy going on adventures across Pabu to use his enhanced senses to track down plants and things that could be used as ingredients

Tech

Tech would handle finances (if Pabu uses a monetary system) and/or logistics for the various ingredients they would need

I just know he would have an algorithm set up that would predict how much of each ingredient they would need

I think he would also maintain any machines the bakery has as he loves tinkering with things

I don't think he would have a customer facing role all the time but he would definitely be available to infodump about the origins of various origins of ingredients and the processes of making the different items they have in stock

Crosshair

Crosshair took a bit longer to figure out than the others but I think he would be chief decorator

He has an extremely keen eye so would be able to get the details just right on any cakes/decorated cookies

I think he'd also enjoy going out with Hunter to track down new plants that could be used as ingredients

I think he would also enjoy fishing with Wrecker, both sniping and fishing require great deals of patience so he would be great at it, he could also maybe exchange his sniper rifle for a speargun to hunt different kinds of fish

Echo

Echo I think would run the front of house, so being in charge of the sales/bartering

I get the impression that the rest of the batch don't have much experience with talking to people outside of their group or superiors so Echo would be the best at talking to customers and helping them with their needs

He'd create a little signal system with Omega to communicate to each other when they think a customer needs their different style of help

Though I do think Tech and Echo would create different attachments for Echo's prosthetic that would allow him to be a beast in the kitchen alongside Wrecker, especially for bakes that have more precise methods

He'd obviously also work with Tech on building and repairing the bakery's machinery

Omega

Omega is absolutely the face of the operation

She would hang out in the shopfront and would help people decide what they wanted to buy/barter for (she's very convincing)

Omega would love to go out on ingredient gathering "missions" with Crosshair and Hunter but would also gather flowers that aren't usable in baking in order to decorate the bakery

I think there would be a specific kind of cookie that is exclusively decorated by Omega and they sell very well because everyone loves her little icing doodles

Also I am obsessed with @cloneenthusiast's drawings of the batch with Tookas so I feel like they'd have adopted a couple (Hunter and Crosshair weren't convinced at first but then Wrecker and Omega found a mum with a group of kittens and no one can resist their combined puppydog eyes) and now they just laze around in the bakery and occasionally lure people in by looking cute

I just love the idea of the batch being created essentially as specialised weapons for a war they didn't have a choice in joining and instead finding ways to use their specialised skills to do something creative and non-violent.

If this post happens to inspire anyone to create anything please feel free to use these ideas (though I would love to be shown anything that y'all make so I can shower it with love)

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb #tbb season 2 #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch pabu #bad batch #wrecker #hunter #echo #crosshair #tech #omega #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch tech #the bad batch echo #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch omega #bad batch wrecker #bad batch hunter #bad batch echo #bad batch tech #bad batch crosshair #bad badch omega #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #oliimar's exploration notes

[pabuthefirecat]

Pabu Orange Roll

How to make Pabu Orange Roll:

Line pan with soft towel

Place pan in warm cozy spot for 5 to 10 minutes

Sprinkle with cat treats

Let cat settle until well rested

Remove cat from tray.

Let rest some more until risen.

Enjoy!

#pabu recipe #cute #cat #pabu #ginger #neko #orange #tabby #zzz #kitty

[kingwuko]

Wuko in the Comics: Ruins of the Empire, Book 1 part 2

Welcome to my series of posts discussing Wuko in the Comics. In this post I'll continue to discuss RotE Book 1. There are some... interesting moments in the second half of this comic, including a very famous line that all but confirms canon Wuko.

Plot Summary

Fearing that Guan will use violence to stop the election, the Krew decides to bring Kuvira along with them to Gaoling, hoping that she can talk him down. When they come face-to-face with Guan, however, they discover he does not intend to use violence, but will run in Gaoling’s election. The Krew decides the best solution is to find another candidate with enough public support to defeat Guan fair and square; and they decide to ask Toph to run. It is revealed, however, that Guan does not intend to win fair and square. He’s planning to brainwash Gaoling’s citizens to vote for him.

Major Plot points in the second half of Book 1

We start off right away with the Sauna Scene. Everyone looks excellent. The ladies' sauna wear is lovely. Mako and Bolin have their classic swim suits seen in season 1. Wu is literally just wearing a towel. I found myself googling saunas and steam baths to see if it’s normal to wear swimsuits or just a towel, and everything I read said pretty much anything goes as long as you are comfortable, but I do find it interesting that everyone wears swimsuits except Wu. Maybe because he does steam baths more often and he’s just more comfortable in that setting? He seems pretty confident and not at all shy. I don’t have anything analytical to say about it, I just think it’s an interesting detail, that he doesn’t seem to have any hang-ups about being nearly naked around Mako his friends.

They are discussing Guan’s militaristic movement toward Gaoling, and tossing ideas around to handle the situation. Mako not-so-helpfully suggests using force with the united forces which Zhu Li shoots down right away, not wanting to escalate the situation. Wu agrees and wants to find a peaceful resolution. Korra, remembering her conversation with Kuvira, thinks she has the answer. She proposes bringing Kuvira along to Gaoling, which NOBODY is happy about. Asami is upset because she made it clear earlier she does not want to be in the same room as Kuvira, Bolin is distressed because Kuvira nearly had him killed when he defected from her inner circle, Mako points out that he nearly lost his arm taking down the mech, Zhu Li says she invaded republic city, Asami reminds everyone that Kuvira killed her father, and Wu boldly declares that we can’t forget she ruined his coronation… He quickly reads the room and apologises (character growth?).

Korra acknowledges everyone’s concerns and points out that she truly believes Kuvira can be an ally- she was their ally when Zaheer was trying to kill her and the airbenders; and when her spirit vine weapon ripped open a new portal to the spirit world, Kuvira thought she had died and Korra believes that changed her. Bolin points out that Kuvira is very persuasive and may have a good shot at convincing Guan to stand down. Everyone is convinced and declares their support for the plan.

Zhu Li orders Kuvira’s release and Korra brings her onto the airship taking them all to Gaoling. And, I’m sorry, this frame is like, the bitchiest collective look from Mako, Wu, Bolin and Pabu. I just love it.

They initially plan to restrain her, but decide it’s pointless when Kuvira points out if she wanted to escape that she would have already. They arrive at Gaoling and there’s no sign of Guan and his army. Kuvira is certain he’ll be there, and points out that she needs to change so she doesn’t meet with him looking like a prisoner.

Korra and Wu go to meet with the election candidates. Their portraits are on the wall and it’s revealed that the candidates are both elderly magistrates who have been working in the local government for a long time. They are practically indistinguishable from each other, which causes Korra concern. Wu isn’t happy about it either, he was hoping the elections would bring in new leaders to take the earth kingdom in a new direction. Instead, it looks like nothing will change in Gaoling or the rest of the earth kingdom if things play out the same way. They are both disappointed but Korra is optimistic that this is the first election and over things will improve as they iron out the political kinks

Back in the flying machine, they give Kuvira an outfit of Asami’s that is…. Like I can’t put it into words. I’ve never seen asami wear it and that is a shame. The word that comes to mind is “Dapper”. Like is we saw Asami wearing it when they first introduced her character literally everyone would have predicted Cannon Korrasami and immeadiately said “yup Asami’s gay straight women don’t dress like that”. Slacks, a collared long sleeve shirt, with a grey vest over top. Just like, amazing. I am so disappointed we never saw Asami wear this. Someone point me to a fanart of Asami in this outfit that canonically belongs to her please.

Guan arrives and Kuvira tries to talk to him, which goes about as well as you’d expect. So she tries to appeal directly to his troops and urges them to surrender, and they all say in unison “Hail Commander Guan!”. So Kuvira decides to challenge Guan and beats the crap out of him in a punch that looks like something directly out of a WWII propaganda poster or something.

Kuvira is literally about to kill him by bending the metal collar around his neck when suddenly Asami electrocutes her with some device she had hidden in the belt she gave Kuvira.

Once Mako and Bolin drag Kuvira away, Korra attempts to reason with Guan and tells him she won’t let him interfere with the election. Guan then reveals he has no intention of interfering- he plans on running in the election! He immediately turns in all the necessary paperwork to be on the ballot. He informs the Krew that soon, all the upcoming elections will have Earth Empire representatives running and once they have power in every territory, no one will question the Earth Empire's right to rule.

They reconvene back on the airship, where Kuvira is detained in the platinum box. They explain to Kuvira that she was wrong to provoke him, but right that he is an excellent strategist. Mako then tells Wu that he should just call off the election. Wu replies “Mako, you know I love you, but I’m trying to encourage democracy. I can’t just go around canceling elections because I don’t like one of the candidates. We need to see how this plays out”

…

Yes. “Mako, you know I love you”

…

We’ll discuss that at length in a bit.

They decide the best path forward is to find a new candidate who is popular enough to beat Guan. Korra excitedly suggests Toph. Which, like, wouldn’t have been the first person to come to mind for me, but I guess she’s the only person they know who is originally from Goaling? But everyone seems on board, except presumably Toph because she doesn't like to get involved in worldly affairs… So Korra announces they will just have to convince her!!

We then cut to Guan's encampment, where he is discussing Kuvira’s actions with a Doctor Sheng, observing that Kuvira just isn’t the same, and that the Avatar has corrupted her mind. The doctor suggests they “recalibrate” Kuvira’s mind and leads him into a structure where she shows him their latest “recruits'. We then see Goaling citizens tied up in chairs with devices on their heads. They are being brainwashed to vote for Guan! Yikes!

Mako and Wu Scenes

The Sauna scene

The meeting that took place in the sauna was at the behest of Wu. He said he was very stressed out so he couldn’t miss his steam bath. I know there are lots of jokes about Wu being high maintenance because he needs his spa days or whatever, but he is in a highly stressful situation right now and we know that self care is essential to maintain one’s mental health and in order to perform one’s job well. I think this was an interesting way to weave together his seemingly superficial hobbies with his new maturity and responsibility. I really loved this scene for that (though seeing all the hot people in sauna-wear is a bonus).

Also there is a recurring thing where Mako is just offering the worst advice to Korra. He wants the United Republic, a completely separate Nation from the Earth Kingdom, to just.. March into another country and ‘enforce’ their democratic process??? Like…. If you know anything about world history and current events we know that is awful and wouldn’t be received well and would be a recipe for political instability and long term conflict. Thank goodness everyone is like Mako no. I’m pointing this out because, as much as we think of Wu as being immature, irresponsible, whatever, the reality is that he has a level head while Mako is actually giving the irresponsible solutions here. It’s a really interesting evolution from the infamous Wu meltdown scene where Mako was the voice of reason, but here things have reversed.

Also, I want to point out the moment where Wu backs down after he adds his grievance to the list everyone is giving (She ruined my coordination!), it’s kind of played for laughs but like… Wu has a totally valid reason to be upset on par with everyone else, considering Kuvira had him drugged and kidnapped…. Why wouldn’t he have said that? Well, the simple and obvious answer is- the writers wanted to make a “Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking” joke. But since us fans like to give depths to the characters that they deserve, maybe Wu is genuinely traumatized and just doesn’t want to bring it up. And maybe everyone knows he’s traumatized and doesn't want to bring it up, because no one else is like “Wu, did you forget she had you drugged and kidnapped???” They just give him a look and he’s like “LOL oops sorry should have said my thing first!!” maybe Team Avatar understands that it was a really scary moment for him and they just let him shield himself with humor.

I know it isn’t isn’t exactly a strong Wuko moment, but the bitchy look that Moko, Bolin, Wu and Pabu give to Kuvira in the airship breathed life into me for some reason. I’m loving how they look like a group of mean girls who were just badmouthing Kuvira before she walked in. I think they were having a nice bonding moment before this.

Mako, you know I love you

Ok. So after Mako casually mentions just calling off the election, Wu flat out says “I love you” to Mako. This is a line us Wuko shippers just DIE for. The full line is as follows:

Mako: I say you call off the vote, at least for now. Make it impossible for Guan to win

Wu: Mako, you know I love you, but I’m trying to encourage democracy. I can’t just go around cancelling elections because I don’t like one of the candidates. We need to let this play out.

So. Like, what the heck are we supposed to make of this?

I’m not going to dig too deep and force my own interpretations and headcanons onto you. This I love you could mean a number of different things. I just want to pose some rhetorical questions about it and the context to give us all some things to think about.

Is Wu flirting? Does Mako actually know that Wu loves him? Is this an extension of Wu’s many other instances of flirting with complimenting Mako (on par with ‘my big tough guy” while staring at his ass)? Has Wu said “I love you” to Mako before? How many times has Wu said “Mako I love you” before? Is this evidence of them actually being in a romantic relationship during this comic? Or is it evidence of romantic tension building? Is Mako just totally oblivious to the fact that Wu said I love you? Or did he hear it and his brain blue-screened from the shock of being blatantly told I love you? Has Wu just gotten fed up that Mako seems oblivious to all his previous flirtations and he just decided to up the ante? Does Mako love Wu back?!

Lots of questions. Lots of interpretations. But (as far as I remember) Mako has only said I love you to two people- his brother and Korra (I don’t think he said I love you to Asami but I could be wrong). And if you’ve read this you know that Mako’s relationship with Wu is not brotherly. We’ve never heard “I love you” from Wu toward anyone else that I can recall so I don’t think he makes a habit of throwing the phrase around lightly. Also, worth noting: Literally no one reacts to the casual “I love you”. Everyone just goes on with the conversation at hand. The next frame that we see of Wu and Mako’s faces together, Mako is SMILING at Wu.

So like, he’s clearly not uncomfortable with being told that Wu loves him. And no one else is uncomfortable with it either. So what gives? Are they together? Are they flirting? Is everyone else just like “yup Wu said I love you Mako nothing out of the ordinary here because it’s painfully obvious Wu is into Mako, let's move on, nothing to see here”?

Wu and Korra

One thing I LOVE about these comics is the friendship between Korra and Wu. During the series, Korra tolerated Wu, warming up to him a bit at the very end when he told her his plan to abdicate. But through these comics there seems to be a comfortable familiarity between them. A bit of teasing, loads of moral support, and not a hint of her (or anyone) being super annoyed by him. He also doesn’t hit on her or anyone else except Mako, which is a very refreshing character growth because it was very tiresome to watch him objectify women in the animated series.

Korra and Wu spend a good amount of time together as she accompanies him to Gaoling’s city hall. They seem very comfortable with each other, comfortable enough that the writers included a fart joke.

Korra reassures Wu when he expresses worry about the election being pointless, she steps forward somewhat protectively when Guan shows up- the entire scene with Guan, Korra is standing between him and Wu.

Basically I bring this up because I genuinely love the idea that Korra and Wu are close and friendly, that they have moved on from his cringy behavior from the series (I like to think he apologized to both her and Asami?)

What this means for Wuko

If you are writing fic or just coming up with headcanon, there are two ways to look at the scenes. Either they are in a relationship, or they aren’t. You could easily just say they are in a relationship and are being quiet about it, because they aren’t ready to be fully public, or maybe because they are still figuring things out, or they are waiting for Wu to abdicate and move back to Republic City, etc. “You know I love you” is such an easy piece of canon content to make this your headcanon.

Likewise, one could say they are Not Together right now. Pre-relationship, if you will. Maybe they’ve danced around the idea, discussed feelings without actually getting together. Or maybe they are still clueless that there is a potential for a relationship. Wu might be putting out feelers to see how Mako responds to his flirtations. Mako might be wondering if he’s misinterpreting Wu’s affectionate touches and words. Lots of romantic tension, pining, each wondering if the other one has any feelings.

I also love the idea that Wu and Korra are friends and have discussed or will discuss Mako and Wu’s feelings for him.

So, in summary, Wu loves Mako. It’s canon. It’s right there in black and white. Make of it what you will!

Next post I will discuss Wuko in the first half of RotE Book 2. Wu goes on a life-changing field trip with Korra to meet Toph and confront a swamp-vision of his Late Great Aunt, while Mako gets captured and brainwashed by Guan. Wu and Mako are not together during these scenes but there will be lots of wonderful Wu backstory along with plenty of angst potential from the brainwashing storyline.

Wuko in Turf Wars

Wuko in RotE part 1

#Wuko #Wuko in the Comics #RotE #Mako #Prince Wu

[boltwrites]

anon asked: I’m not the last anon buuuuttt now I’d love to see Bolin (or Mako tbh) taking care of the reader while they’re sick or vice versa :,) just domestic fluff

blurb weekend | sick day

A/N: blurb weekend is over! this was so cute... i chose Bolin for this prompt! also! this is the first fic or blurb i’ve written that includes it, so just as a reminder, y/p stands for your pronouns!

You groaned, rolling over in bed. You felt horrible - so bad, in fact, that you had stayed home from work. And, since you were now living with your boyfriend, he had taken it upon himself to stay home as well to take care of you.

“What do you think he’s doing out there, Pabu?” you croaked out, directing your question to the fire ferret occupying the pillow beside you. Pabu just snuggled closer into his donut formation, unresponsive to your question.

“Y/n~!” Bolin sang, toeing the door to your room open. You turned, groaning as you went, because the pressure on your ribs hurt your aching chest, sore from coughing.

Bolin was holding a tray, wearing a gentle smile. As he neared your bedside, the contents of the tray became clear to you as you sat up, and your boyfriend deposited it onto your lap.

“So, I didn’t exactly know what you wanted, but I made you soup - Mako’s special recipe, it’s got spices in it that’ll open your sinuses like-” he waved his hands outward, his eyes widening and his cheeks puffing as he went. You laughed, and he continued. “and some toast, and some tea with honey for your throat, and some orange juice, because oranges are good for-”

“Bo,” you laughed, and then you coughed, clutching at the tray to keep it from toppling over. Bolin grabbed at the tray too, his other hand on your shoulder, rubbing gentle circles as you worked through the coughing fit.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, as your coughing died down. Bolin smiled at you, but you could see the worry in his eyes. “But you don’t need to do all this for me. I’m fine with just some soup. Don’t worry about me so much.”

Bolin scoffed at the concept. “Excuse you! My loving partner is sick in bed and I’m not supposed to take care of y/p?”

He raised a hand to his chest, offended, and you grinned at him, shaking your head at his dramatic nature. No wonder he had previously found a job in acting.

“I’m your personal nurse until you make a full recovery! I won’t sleep, I won’t take a single break until you’re back on your feet and running around like your old Y/n self!”

#bolin x reader #asks #anon #mine

[equalmeasurefiction]

Cooking Head Canons: Republic City and the Krew

Korra, Mako, Bolin, Asami, Amon, Tarrlok... etc... All the other people. The Gaang The Gaang’s Kids

The Lieutenant Is A Gourmet Having grown up in Republic City in a mixed family, the lieutenant has a diverse culinary palate.   There’s a bit of Water Tribe, a bit of Fire Nation, and a bit of Earth Kingdom in every dish.  And the dishes are usually well-balanced and delicious. Since he has a limited budget, he usually goes for ingredients that are cheap, long-lasting, and easy to store.  This means that anything that he makes isn’t just good, it’s economical.  But sometimes he has to improvise since he doesn’t have all the tools he needs for a particular dish... Talent: Cheap, but delicious meals made with diverse ingredients and unusual techniques.   Weakness: Can be a little too experimental at times.  Not everyone wants to try Water Tribe Ice Cream with a Fire Nation flare... Pro: He can make fabulous dinners easily and with anything you put in front of him. He’s a masterful chef and understands the subtleties of food and flavor Con: He will try and convert you to equalism, and you might just do it because the food is just that good.  Also, stay away from the ice cream... it’s 100% pure blubber with berries and inferno fire flakes. Advice: Sit down, enjoy a rousing conversation, listen to him talk about the proletariat, engage in debate... Be prepared for when he comes over next week for dinner, because you’re supposed to return the favor (all things being equal and all).

Korra Is A Great Cook Korra was trained in the arts of cooking by Katara to ensure that the next Avatar wasn’t completely useless around the fire-pit/only prepared vegetables.  Korra learned all of Katara’s tricks and was trained to make a delicious and wholesome meals with whatever was placed in front of her.  She can prepare a delicious, wholesome snack out of three nuts and rock or even the best frog soup you’ve ever tasted.  And you would not believe how delicious her pickled jelly swamp-vine is. Talent: Like Katara she can make anything taste good, but unlike Katara she actually likes cooking.  Her favorite part, however, is putting things together so they look nice on the plate. Weakness: Sometimes making things look nice means that she occasionally puts things together on a plate that might be unpleasant to consume in the same meal...  This tendency to focus on appearance rather than edibility has hurt many a poor, unfortunate stomach in the past... Pro: She creates beautiful, delicious meals and often assists Pema in the kitchen (Pema makes sure she keeps things that don’t go together off the same plate). Con: Militant in her opinions about cooking (she was taught by Katara and Katara instilled certain values), particularly about respecting others styles and eating whatever is put in front of you without complaint (unless it’s poisoned).  So while she can cook, she will never actively volunteer. Advice: Ask her to cook.  Tell her to keep things simple.  Make sure she doesn’t coat the sugary, arctic yak-milk flan with the lemon-spice-grass mustard.  Yes it looks beautiful and the mustard makes the flan glisten like honeyed sunshine, but you will suffer horribly for hours after.

Tahno Could Rival Katara (If He Wanted To) Like the Lieutenant he grew up in Republic City and has a diverse palate.  But his interests are further diversified by his home environment- his family came from the swamps, so he grew up with an even broader culinary palate than most.  His mother’s cooking fused traditional water tribe recipes with swamp-tribe recipes and added a unique Republic City Spice flare... and he used to help her in the kitchen. Of course, as soon as he started hanging out with the tough-guys and pro-bending he stopped assisting.  He didn’t want his tough buddies to know he had such a feminine talent or that he was a “mama’s boy.” Talent: Exotic fusion cuisine. Weakness: Focused on athletics and has absorbed the ‘men don’t cook’ tradition from his water tribe neighbors and friends.  (His mother hates his friends, because she never gets to talk/spend time with her baby anymore!) Pro: If you can get him in the kitchen, he will make something delicious. Con: He will not set foot in the kitchen unless he’s desperate. Advice: Don’t even bother trying to get him to cook for you.  He won’t set foot in the kitchen unless he’s desperately hungry.

Bolin Is A Skilled Cook So, this one time, when Bolin and Mako were very desperate, they did a stint at a local restaurant.  They started off as dishwashers, but Mako got promoted to busboy and then waiter.  Meanwhile, Bolin cozied up to the chef and managed to become a helper.  He learned some great skills. Unfortunately, things went south when the Terra Triads got into a fight with the Triple Threats over disputed territory.  Since the restaurant was in that disputed territory, it was destroyed.  However, Bolin hasn’t forgotten how to make delicious foods... He’s just “too busy” to bother. Talent: Several delicious dishes of high-quality restaurant foods. Weakness: He’s lazy and thinks cooking is boring.  He’d much rather play with Pabu, or practice pro-bending, or go on a date, or... (you get the picture) Pro: He’ll cook if he’s not alone, will get praise for his talents from a pretty lady, and is in the ‘right mood.’ Con: He will always try to weasel out of kitchen/cooking/dinner duty if he can manage, because there’s always something way more fun to do... or someone more interesting to pay attention to... Also, Mako will steal kitchen duty from Bolin if he’s there and Bolin is only too happy to stand aside. Advice: Come over.  Bring the ingredients.  Convince him that you’re hungry and that you don’t know how to prepare a dish... Ask him to show you.  Talk to him and ask questions throughout the process.  Make sure Mako’s not there to take over half-way through.

Mako Is An Above Average Cook Mako can cook.  He’s been cooking and feeding his brother for years.  And while he knows his brother can cook, he is reluctant to let Bolin manage an open flame (seeing his brother near fire makes him nervous).  So he always takes over the cooking process half-way through if Bolin is at the stove. Despite his experience, not the best cook in the world.  He has a few specialties, but on the whole his cooking tends to be a little less than palatable.  This is mostly due to the fact that he typically doesn’t care what a meal tastes like, he just wants to put it on the table before it’s too late.  The work-day starts early and food is necessary for survival, so it’s important to choke something down before the day starts and at the end of the day... that’s his philosophy... Also: fire is energy, so meals should be hot.  Bolin is a bit of a picky eater (comparatively), so he made Mako up his game a bit Talent: He’s amazing as long as it involves fire and a pan.  His stir fries and fried noodle dishes are to die for. Weakness: Anything more complex is going to involve more peppers.  In fact, amount of peppers is directly proportional to the amount of complexity the dish calls for.  The fancier it is, the more your insides will burn. Pro: If you want a quick, fried meal that can be bolted down and still tastes pretty darn good, Mako is your man. Con: DO NOT ASK FOR ANYTHING FANCY.  HE WILL PUT A POUND OF BURNING DEATH FIRE PEPPERS IN IT.  EVERYTHING WILL HURT. Advice: Mako is your man for a quick, simple meal.  Avoid the Burning Death Fire Peppers.

Tarrlok Is Able To Cook A woman’s place is in the kitchen, but when there are no women around men must make do.  And when you’re in the Northern army, there are no women around ever. If you’re old enough to marry in the North, you’re old enough to serve in the army.  And if there’s a conflict, the Northern throne will draft young men to join the army.  When Tarrlok turned sixteen, the Northern Tribe got into a conflict with some Nomad Warrior Clans and he was drafted. New recruits always get stuck with mess-duty for the first few weeks.  This ensures that every individual in every squadron knows how to prepare quick, simple, utilitarian meals made from easy to locate ingredients.  Yessir, starvation was a thing of the past in the Northern Army! So, Tarrlok learned to cook simple, bland meals to keep them going in the often harsh environment.  And he hated it. The bland, flavorless food, the feeling of emptiness, the sense of existing on the edge of starvation, and eating meals that barely meeting nutritional requirements... it was awful. The politician has his own private chef and eats out whenever possible.  He abhors military food... but if he needs to eat, he will cook. Talent: Basic, utilitarian dishes that do not taste good, but will keep you alive (barely) Weakness: He always overcooks vegetables, and everything tends to be bland because he’s not comfortable with cooking spices (what does he do with this fancy crap?). Pro: You won’t starve. Con: It might be kind of boring.  In a soul-crushing kind of way. Advice: Maybe come over when his personal chef doesn’t have the day off.  Cooking his own food makes him very crabby.

Asami Can Cook... Maybe...? Asami is capable of cooking... in theory.  She once almost successfully completed a meal (it was a baked item.  It burned because she forgot it was in the oven)... In fact, home economics was the only class she nearly flunked out of in finishing school (the teacher passed her because her father was Mr. Sato and Asami completed every single Shop assignment and project even though she wasn’t in the class). Yes, for all her picky eating, Asami has never once successful prepared a single meal in her life.  She always gets bored half way through the process and starts looking at the kitchen appliances... and not in a ‘what do I do with this’ kind of way... Talent: Following clear and explicit directions.  She can do that.  She knows she can do that. Weakness: She gets bored and inevitably takes the stove apart before the meal is finished.  But don’t worry, she’ll rebuild it!  Bigger!  Faster!  More efficient!  Durable! Pro: She fixed/optimized your stove and added several useful extra-features, which will make your cooking experiences in the future amazing. Con: She forgot where she was in the cooking process and you’re stuck with half-prepared food... which has been sitting out on the counter too long and is now inedible. Advice: Invite Asami over to fix the stove before asking her to cook.  When she does cook, sit with her throughout the entire process, because if you don’t she will wander off to invent the refrigerator or the microwave.  Expect to have to finish the cooking process for her when she inevitably wanders off to examine your electrical board.

Amon Turns Everything He Cooks Into Coal And Ash (Even Water) In the north pole, men don’t cook.  That’s what women are for.  But you’d think that being on his own would have pushed him to learn some cooking skills, but that’s just the thing, he’s never been on his own.  From the moment he left the north pole, Amon has always sought to be surrounded by people. So wherever he is he’s always near someone who can do the cooking for him... That’s not to say that he hasn’t been asked to cook dinner.  It’s just that most people never ask twice. Talent: Raw food.  As long as it’s never been near a fire, it might be edible/palatable. Weakness: Burns everything.  Even a pot of water can become a conflagration.  He also doesn’t cut things up or do much prep-work before tossing it on/in the fire (except meat, he knows what to do with meat before cooking it, so it’s always artfully prepared before being reduced to coal), so he tosses everything together and charbroils it.   Pro: He makes the best charcoal.  Sometimes you can almost taste what it used to be. Con: He expects you to eat it.  He always expects you to eat it without complaint.  And if you do complain the look he gives you is so devastated and heartbroken that you feel like a monster... so eat the charcoal and smile weakly. Advice: Just eat the charcoal and pretend it’s good.  It’s better than putting up with his hurt feelings. If you complain, he’ll be passive aggressive about it for weeks.

BONUS ROUND

Saikhan Prepares The Food Of The Gods Secret Best Chef.  His father prepared meals for the Earth King in Ba Sing Se.  After the Earth King died and Hou-Ting took over, things went downhill for the family.  Hou-Ting had some strange and ridiculous demands, which offended and insulted Saikhan’s father’s sentiments about the fine and respected art of cooking. Saikhan’s father resigned and they decided to immigrate/flee to the United Republic.  There, the family set up shop and founded several well-respected an very popular restaurants in Republic City.  They enjoyed great fame and popularity and became accustomed to serving the broad and cultured tastes of Republic City’s elites. Everyone expected Saikhan to follow in his father’s footsteps, but he wanted to be a cop and a metal bender.  So he left home, went to the academy and never looked back.  His siblings, however, stayed in the Restaurant Business and are doing quite well.  His sister even married a gentleman named Kwan and set up a lovely little high-end establishment uptown. Saikhan can cook.  He was raised to be an artisan chef and master of the culinary arts... but he will never admit that to any of his buddies on the force.  Oh no, he hides his secret talent and prepares one fine dinner every week for himself to keep his skills sharp... in case he wants to impress a significant lady-friend. Talent: Cuisine suited for the Earth King’s tender and delicate palate. Weakness: Fear of being picked on for his talents.  He will not cook for you if he doesn’t believe you can keep his shameful and not-policeman-worthy secret. Pro: Whoever he ends up with will never go hungry or have a bad meal for as long as they live... once he trusts them enough to cook for him. Con: They can never tell anyone about it.  Not even their closest friends.  They must take the secret of his talents to the grave or he will never forgive them. Advice: As long as you’re okay with keeping secrets it’s a good bet.

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JP Beer Garden Makes Its Grand Return at Turtle Swamp (and More Early Spring Food Events)

All the local food and drink events you’ll actually want to attend

Welcome to the Eater Boston food event round-up. Updated weekly, this guide highlights a few select events coming up in the weeks ahead, from special dinners and festivals to fundraisers and parties.

Here’s the rundown for the rest of April, with a look into early May.

Want to submit an event for potential inclusion in this round-up? [email protected].

APRIL

April 24

Dinner to Honor Robert Jean What: This dinner will be a fundraiser and commemorative event to honor chef Robert Jean, who passed away last month, and to support his family. The six-course dinner will feature cooking from Ken Oringer, Jamie Bissonnette, Tony Messina, Jay Hajj, Ming Tsai, and Andrew Taylor. Where: Mike’s City Diner, 1714 Washington St., Boston Details: Tickets available online for $350. Event runs from 7 to 11 p.m.

April 26

Taste of Dorchester What: An annual food festival in Dorchester will benefit the Massachusetts Affordable Housing Alliance. With 25 local restaurants providing food, there will also be live music, an auction, entertainment, and a cash bar. For a full list of participating restaurants, visit the event website. Where: 256 Freeport St., Dorchester Details: Tickets available online for $40. Event runs from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m.

Uruguayan Snacks and Wine What: La Bodega By Salts showcases a six-course tasting menu from chef Gabriel Bremer, including wood-grilled Uruguayan dishes paired with a selection of wine. Where: 21 Nichols Ave., Watertown Details: Call [phone] for reservations. Cost of attendance is $150; reception starts at 6:30 p.m. with dinner at 7 p.m.

April 28-29

Thirst Boston What: The city’s cocktail festival returns this month, with a two-day event showcasing cocktail demonstrations, tastings, ice carving instruction, and more. Ticket packages vary and can provide access to seminars and special parties for each day. Where: Locations vary. More details online. Details: Tickets are available online, along with a schedule of events.

Japan Festival What: Celebrate Japan with a weekend of food, performances, and workshops. Spanning two days, the festival will offer food from vendors like Pabu, Love Art Sushi, Yume Wo Katare, Oisa, Poke Bento, and more. The “big day” of the festival will be Sunday, while Saturday has been dubbed the “pre-day food festival,” featuring 10 selected food options. Where: Boston Common Details: Free admission from 1 to 6 p.m. on Saturday and 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. on Sunday. Food items available for purchase.

April 29

Guac Off What: Painted Burro hosts a guacamole competition, where people are invited to submit their best guacamole recipes. Winner gets a $400 gift card to the restaurant and will be featured on the Painted Burro’s menu. Where: 219 Elm St., Davis Square, Somerville Details: Tickets are available online for $5, and proceeds will benefit No Kid Hungry.

Oyster Invitational What: This oyster-themed block party on Waltham Street in the South End gives guests the chance to eat all manner of oyster snacks, and there will be food stations, wine and beer bars, cocktails, demonstrations, classes, an auction to benefit the Barbara Lynch Foundation, and a shucking competition. Attendees can vote for their favorite oyster dishes. Where: 550 Tremont St., South End, Boston Details: General admission tickets available online for $139. Cost includes all-you-can-eat oysters, three drinks, snacks, and access to assorted events.

JP Beer Garden Is Back What: The beer garden pop-up returns in glorious fashion, bringing grilled brats, German potato salad, pretzels, and mustard to Turtle Swamp Brewing. Where: 3377 Washington St., Jamaica Plain Details: JP Beer Garden will be in the house from 2 to 6 p.m., or until food runs out. Items available a la carte.

MAY

May 5 & 6

Greenway Opening Weekend What: The Greenway Open Market returns with special events, including a food truck festival on Saturday. Local vendors, including designers, artists, and more, will turn out for opening weekend along the Greenway. Where: Rose Kennedy Greenway Details: Both days, starting at 11 a.m.

May 8

Seafood at ArtScience What: Chef Allen Campbell prepares five courses for a theme of “the future of seafood.” Dishes include lasagna, caviar, dogfish, and mousse for dessert. There will also be a new exhibition in the restaurant, Kintsugi++, which features broken pottery that’s been repaired with “powdered gold, silver, or platinum.” Where: 650 East Kendall St., Cambridge Details: Tickets available online for $150. Event runs from 7:30 to 9 p.m.

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Star Wars Cocktails: the Pabu Colada

Far, far away from your DNA template's piña colada! This version is less sweet, more tart, and the cachaça provides a distinctive funk worthy of Clone Force 99.

Recipe below the cut.

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Ingredients

1/2 oz/15 ml lemon juice 2 oz/60 ml Jumex coconut pineapple juice* 1/2 oz/15 ml Cointreau or triple sec 1-1/2 oz/45 ml cachaça Ice Dragon fruit for garnish (optional, but this is what creates the gradient effect)

Methods

Shake together all ingredients except dragon fruit; strain into cocktail glass. Garnish with several small cubes of dragon fruit on a cocktail skewer.

*If you can't find the Jumex version, you could try substituting half pineapple juice and half coconut milk.

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Star Wars Cocktails: This is the Wave

Daydreaming about a beach vacation on Niamos, Adelphi, or Pabu? Let this fruity, tropical concoction get you there faster than a hyperdrive!

Recipe below the cut.

Cocktail masterlist

Ingredients

1/2 oz/15ml lemon juice 1/2 oz/15ml orgeat 1/2 oz/15ml triple sec 3/4 oz/22ml velvet falernum 1 1/2 oz/45ml aged rum 1/2 oz/15ml Coruba dark rum 2 1/2 oz/75ml apricot nectar Crushed ice Lemon balm or fresh mint for garnish

Methods

Shake all ingredients except lemon balm with lots of ice; strain into a glass over crushed ice. Garnish with lemon balm or fresh mint.

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