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wreckerdecker · 1 year

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baby!Omega AU, set right after s1e1 on their way to Saleucami. inspired by a tweet by clonekisser over on twitter! i tried to give each boy a solid moment with Omega, but you know i had to stick with Dad Hunter. 1% angst 99% fluff

Hunter thought getting Omega off Kamino was supposed to be the hard part.

And it was hard; by the Force, it was hard. Coming back, finding her, getting stuffed in the brig with her and his brothers. Crosshair’s rant about good soldiers causes Omega to whine and fuss in his arms. It’s bad enough, but when the guards come to whisk Crosshair away, the blow they land to Hunter’s shoulder (so close to her, so close, it’s like they don’t even see her, it’s like they don’t even care--) makes her start wailing. He’s lucky enough Echo steps in and helps calm her down while he catches his breath.

“Where’s the other? And the girl?” the guard asks later, once Tech has shimmied himself and Omega into the wall vents.

“Harm her and you’re a dead man,” Echo snarls back, and it sounds personal.

After what feels like eternity, they make it to the hangar. Tech is smart enough to swipe some formula and Echo snags a bottle-- (why is all this baby stuff discarded with the rest of their gear? what were they planning on doing with her had Clone Force 99 not come back?)-- but an unfortunate interruption from their brother slows things down.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“We should’ve killed that Jedi, and...” His sharp eyes flicker over to the bundle of fabric hastily strapped to Tech’s back, as if wordlessly finishing the sentence, and in that moment Hunter knows his brother isn’t well.

“I did what I thought was right.” His heart hurts.

Thank the Maker Tech manages to slip into the ship before the real blaster fire starts. They escape, some more battered than others, into the safety of hyperspace.

But now they’re here, and somehow things aren’t any better than they were before.

Hunter first blamed Omega’s fussiness on Wrecker’s very vocal displeasure to Echo’s nursing skills. “You’re scaring her!” he hissed, and Wrecker did his best to swallow back his yelps of pain with about a fifty percent success rate.

But roughly 18 hours later, he’s confident their baby sister has barely blinked, let alone slept, and he just doesn’t know what to do.

“Come on, sweetheart, just let me...” he grumbles, trying his best to steer a fresh bottle towards her pouting mouth. She whines, turning her head this way and that, milk merely dribbling down her chin and missing her mouth entirely. He sighs in frustration.

“It is her first time in space,” Tech pipes up, unhelpfully, from the other room.

“Her first time anywhere,” corrects Echo, sitting in his bunk across Hunter’s. As funny as it was to watch him struggle the first few hours, he’s starting to get a pit in his stomach now. Both Hunter and Omega are exhausted, and it shows. The baby hasn’t stopped fussing since before they left the planet. She’s got to be hungry, so why doesn’t she just eat?

Hunter sighs a full body breath as he shifts her closer, turning to lay back in his microbunk. Omega is resting on his chest now-- she looks comfortable, but she does not fall sleep.

“Hunter, she’s a child. What are we gonna do with her?”

What is there to do? Echo’s right. She’s a child, a baby. Defenseless. Despite how exhausted he is, and how frustrating her cries have become, the idea of her in anybody else’s arms, in anybody else’s ship, makes him feel sick to his stomach.

“We’re going to protect her,” he says simply, and Echo allows the answer for now. They stay there for a few silent moments, and just as hope starts to form that maybe she’s drifted off, Omega begins to whimper into Hunter’s chest. Hunter huffs and sits up.

“Echo, why don’t you take her?” He rubs his eye with his free hand. “Maybe she’s just getting sick of me.”

Echo freezes. Keeping Omega safe and close to him during a mission is one thing, but in the Marauder where she’s already safe? He looks at her, then down at his scomp hand. He finds himself shaking his head.

“I don’t know, Hunter... I’ll probably just make it worse.” She’ll probably be scared of me, he thinks to himself.

“Only one way to find out.” And with that, Omega is gently placed in his arms.

Echo instinctively cradles her. He feels like he might break her, at first, and cringes when his metal arm brushes up against her back. Instead of the screaming he expected, she coos and looks up at him with her impossibly large brown eyes. He looks back down at her, and any questions he had about Hunter’s motives disappear completely.

He gets it now.

“She likes you.” Echo doesn’t have to look up to know Hunter is grinning. He hates being wrong, but in this instance he’ll make an exception.

“Omega,” Echo says slowly. Their sister. His sister. She just blinks at him. Does she know? The fact they’re her brothers, the fact they’re en route to an entirely new planet (the fact Echo would burn down the entirely galaxy if it dared try to hurt her)?

Hunter grabs the previously forgotten bottle and crouches next to them. “Let me see if she’ll eat something, now that she’s calmed down.”

I did that? Echo can’t help but think. He watches his brother gently put the bottle to Omega’s mouth, who whines and turns her head away. Her eyes become teary almost instantly at the mere audacity at the attempt. Hunter swears under his breath.

“Sorry,” Echo says sadly, as if it’s his fault. Hunter shakes his head.

“Something’s wrong. Tech told me babies have to eat every few hours, but it’s been nearly a day. She’s going to starve.”

Omega fusses even more at Hunter’s defeated tone. Echo rocks her a little, which keeps the tears at bay, but she’s not happy. “Do you think... do you think she’s scared?”

“Scared? Probably. But I figure a scared baby would be screaming and crying, not just...” Hunter waves his hand at Omega, who’s busying herself with staring at the ceiling.

“Staring,” Echo says to no one in particular. “Not... sleeping. Not eating.”

It sounds eerily familiar. Out of the corner of his eye, Echo sees his brother tug at a lock of his long brown hair. A habit reserved for when he’s really, really stressed. He’s only done it a few times in Echo’s time working with Force 99. It rarely spells anything good for them.

“Maybe this Cut guy can help?”

“Force, I hope. But he’s still a half day away.”

Right. Not to mention actually finding the guy, if they do at all. There’s no guarantees anymore. Echo finds himself resting his cheek atop Omega’s curly straw-blonde hair. He lets himself wonder, will her hair stay blonde, like Rex, or darken up like his own did? Will her eyes stay wide and curious, like dear Fives, or narrow into something more serious, like Cody? He misses the rest of his brothers so achingly, but Omega’s roulette wheel of features somehow reminds him of all of them at once.

Speaking of brothers...

“I’m baaack!” Comes the thunderous roar of the one and only Wrecker. Hunter is on his feet in an instant, hushing Wrecker and waving his hands wildly to hopefully keep him from storming in too loudly.

“Whaaat, I want to see the baby!” he whines, only managing to drop his volume a little. Omega wriggles in Echo’s arms, and he turns to harshly hush his brother as well.

“She’s not going anywhere, Wrecker, so tone is down before you make her cry!”

It’s a little snippy, he admits, but he and Hunter and exhausted and-- as much of a relief it is to see Wrecker up and walking again after his meeting with Crosshair’s blaster fire-- they’ve little patience for this excess energy. This seems to get across to Wrecker, who’s smile falters and he hunches in on himself.

“Sorry,” he whispers. He catches a glimpse of his little sister from over Echo’s shoulder, though, and his smile immediately lights back up. “Can I see her, though? Please?”

Hunter and Echo exchange glances and Echo can feel Hunter’s anxiety starting to bristle. Wrecker would never, ever hurt a sibling, let alone a baby... on purpose, that is.

“You’ve got to be very, very careful,” Hunter says seriously, using his Sergeant tone to make sure to point gets across.

This would usually earn a sarcastic remark from Wrecker, but he only nods excitedly as Hunter carefully moves Omega from Echo’s arms to his own. The room is uncharacteristically silent. Wrecker gingerly scoops the baby from his brother’s grasp, and sits on the floor with her.

Tiny. It’s the only word that even gives merit to how infinitely smaller she is compared to her big brother. His hand is nearly large enough to cradle her in one palm, but he instead rests her against his shoulder and bounces her with a newfound gentleness. He strokes down her back with two fingers, and Hunter thinks he can see her eyes start drooping.

“Hi, baby sister,” Wrecker murmurs, “It’s nice to meet you.” The other two swear they’ve never heard him speak so silently. Even on stealth missions he’s struggling to keep his voice down, but now...

He readjusts so they are looking at one another. Just as she did with Echo, she gazes up curiously with her brown planet-like eyes, and he can’t help but stare back. She gurgles and coos loudly, breaking the silence, and Wrecker laughs.

Then, suddenly, so does she.

It’s a feedback loop. Her tiny giggles make his body shake with loud, genuine laughter, and the sound of him makes her nearly shriek with joy. She reaches up with her tiny, chubby hands, waving at his scrunched up face and grabbing at his nose. He lifts her, giving her free range of his face, and he laughs some more when she playfully smacks against his cheek. She grabs his lip, tugs downwards, and thinks it’s the funniest thing in the universe.

From behind them, Tech quickly appears at the doorway, and his eyes are wide behind his goggles. He looks up at Echo and Hunter, as if to ask, How did you manage this? They can only shake their heads and shrug, though they themselves are chuckling at the ridiculous scene before them.

Soon everyone is smiling. Here, together, protecting one another.

(if only, if only, if only Crosshair was here, surely this would convince him, and everything would be okay)

Like all good things, Omega’s giggle fit eventually ended, and Wrecker had to hand his baby sister back to Hunter before his legs fell asleep and he could no longer walk (he’d learned this the hard way before). Though not laughing, an innocent and gummy smile remains on her face, causing Hunter to melt a little more than he thought possible. He sits back on his bunk with her, where he closes his eyes in hopes of resting at least a little. He does, but it’s fleeting. He feels Omega start to squirm. He cracks open one eye, and notices she’s locked eyes with the bottle on Echo’s bed and is waving her hands at it. His eyebrow raises.

“You hungry?” he asks her, and decides to give the bottle one last shot. He grabs it, shakes it up, and offers it to her... she latches onto it and starts drinking eagerly. Had she not been in his arms, he would have stood up and cheered out loud. Instead, he focuses on not letting her drink too fast, and making sure she’s able to finish without making too much of a mess.

“This is most exciting news,” comes an even voice from the entrance. Echo and Wrecker had gone back to the cockpit, and there stands Tech, watching Omega finish her first meal since before the jump to hyperspace.

“You have no idea,” Hunter sighs. He puts the now empty bottle down and uses his sleeve to wipe excess milk from her face.

“I do. I was getting increasingly worried about Omega’s wellbeing.” Tech adjusts his goggles, and sits on the opposite bunk. He looks intently at the baby in front of him. “I came in to tell you I’ve constructed a bassinet for her.”

“You did?”

“Up in the gunner’s mount. I figured now is when our guns would be used the least. There’s enough room for her, and for one of us to rest next to her.” He clears his throat. “Ah, well, you, Echo, or myself. Wrecker, not so much.”

Hunter swallows quietly. “Thank you, Tech. That means a lot to me-- us.”

Tech tips his head in a soft nod. “Now’s a good time as any to test it out.”

“Huh?” Hunter looks down and, sure enough, Omega is fast asleep. A second wave of relief hits him hard. He blinks rapidly for just a moment, and Tech politely pretends he doesn’t notice.

“Would you like me to take her?” Tech outstretches his hand in offer. Hunter glances between him and the baby. The deep instinctual (and granted, selfish) part of him wants to refuse and keep her infinitely close to himself. But realistically, he needs a break, if only a tiny one. So, he nods.

“Yes, please.” Tech takes her, ever so gently, and she doesn’t even stir. “I’m gonna wash up, then I’ll meet you up in the mount.”

They do exactly that. Hunter shuffles his way to the fresher, where he washes his face and heaves a sigh into the towel. The excitement of Omega’s milestone is wearing off, and he’s exhausted all over again.

Tech so carefully lowers Omega into the hand-crafted bassinet. Though it’s made from scrap materials, he does not fret over its structural integrity. He would settle for nothing less than what would keep their sister as safe as the galaxy will allow. He strokes her cheek with the back of his ungloved hand. Never did he think he’d feel this way about a sibling that wasn’t his immediate batch mate. As completely irresponsible, illogical, and impractical it is to bring an infant on board a ship meant for battle, cared for by soldiers bred for war... he can’t bring himself to care.

“Hey,” Hunter says softly as he steps up the ladder, as not to spook either of them. Tech does not look away from Omega, but he does tilt his head to show he hears him. “I can take over now.”

“I... am not sure I want to leave.”

Hunter chuckles. “Am I going to have to order you down from there?”

Tech finally cracks a smile and looks at him. “Maybe. I suppose good soldiers follow orders.” It’s laced with sarcasm and Hunter rolls his eyes dramatically. The corner of his mouth twitches at the phrase, but he ignores the strange, unfamiliar feeling (it’s probably just nerves from the last 24 hours and nothing more, nothing less) and switches spots with Tech so that he’s right beside the crib.

“We all need to get some rest before we’re planetside,” he instructs. “Tell Wrecker he’s taking first shift since he slept all day.”

Tech gives him a wordless affirming salute. He glances back at the sleeping Omega one last time, then hops down to make his way to the cockpit.

It’s just the two of them now. Hunter rolls over and props himself up on his elbow so he can gaze into the bed. Everything about her is... perfect. How is it possible she’s a genetic carbon copy of the rest of them? The clones, they have flaws, and imperfections, and problems. But not her. She’s so flawless it makes his chest hurt as if he made her himself.

She opens and closes her mouth a little, like she’s dreaming of a fresh bottle. He pets down one of her blonde curls, watching it spring back up again, then rests his calloused palm against her head. His thumb rubs up and down just above her tiny, almost translucent eyebrow.

“Goodnight, Omega,” he whispers.

He lays down on the spare pillows Tech had kindly tucked against the wall. Soon, they will be landing on Saleucami, and meeting up with their old friend. He knows there is where their adventure will continue.

He can only pray it is a safe one.

#the bad batch #tbb #baby omega au #no i have no idea how long it takes to get to sleucami no i dont know the layout of the ship #tbb fic #fic

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outercrasis · 2 years

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The Distance - Ch 7

Pairing: Din Djarin x Pilot F!Reader (reader is petite/no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 2.7k / T (will become E in later chapters)

Warnings: None:)

Summary: The start of a mini-vacation.

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It doesn’t take long before you’ve healed. Between the medical supplies on board and Din’s reluctance to let you do much more than climb the ladder to your room, you’re able to bounce back faster than expected. The small cuts stitch themselves up, bruises and your concussion fade away, and the ache in your ribs dissipates.

You wake up feeling more energized and well rested than you have in weeks, eager to go do something today. Throwing on your clothes, you tap Tex awake. “Come on, let’s go find out where we are.”

Din took over nearly all of the responsibilities on the Chimera while you healed. There was a stop on Nevarro to drop the bounties off and pick up more pucks early on and since then he’s been flying the ship wherever it needs to go next. You don’t exactly love having someone else fly your ship, but if he can trust you with his baby, you figure you can trust him with yours.

Alongside piloting, he's taken to doing the routine maintenance that would have required too much stress on your ribs. From what you can tell he’s been doing a good job with it, even managing to reach your high standards.

You slide down the ladder into the cargo hold, quietly moving past Din’s door and into the ship’s main hull. The glow of hyperspace emanates from the open doors of the cockpit, a comforting ambiance as you settle in front of the ship’s main computer.

It's easy to figure out where you are – flying past the perimeter of Hutt Space on the way to the next bounty. You check the log and find yourself surprised that Din has already captured two of the bounties he picked up last, well ahead of schedule for the third. He’s been keeping busy while you’ve been mostly out of commission.

You do a quick scan of the ship's vitals, happy to see that everything looks to be in order. The N1 seems to be in good condition as well. You’ll still need to run a full diagnostic on the starfighter to be sure though. Pleased with the ships' conditions, you search the map.

"That one looks perfect," you say, locking in the coordinates of your chosen destination. Tex beeps in agreement and plugs into the scomp link.

You slide into the cockpit and retake your seat. It fits like a glove. Din hasn't changed any of the settings on your chair in the past month he's been flying. You wouldn't have minded if he made adjustments as he couldn't have been comfortable, but it's a welcome and unexpected show of respect. Readjusting it from his considerably larger frame would have been annoying.

You flip the autopilot switch off, taking control to manually adjust your course. Tex could have done it alone, but you miss the thrum of the ship under your hands. It feels good to take it back for even a moment. Once you're headed on the right path for your detour, you flick autopilot back on.

“You’re up.”

You spin in your chair, smiling up at Din. “Good morning to you too.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Never better. If a med droid looked me over they’d say I’m in tip-top condition.” It’s impossible to tell, but you think you’re being given a skeptical look. You choose to ignore it, spinning back around. “Which is why we’re taking a vacation.”

“A what?”

“A vacation. You’ve never heard of them?” you ask sarcastically, flipping switches on the console to smooth out the Chimera's flight.

Din’s hands suddenly reach around the chair, stilling yours. “What are you doing?” There isn’t room for argument in his voice. You could make a firm stand, tell him this is your ship and he’ll go where you choose to take him, but you aren’t looking for a fight right now.

You tilt your head back to look at him, his visor trained directly down on you. “You’re ahead of schedule and you could use a break. I want a chance to stretch my legs. A couple days on a nice quiet planet won’t kill us.”

There’s a beat while he thinks it over. You can see your reflection in his mask. It’s distorted like a funhouse mirror and you tamp down the urge to make a silly face. Instead you give him a small pout. “Please, Din? Any sign of trouble and we can leave.”

He releases your hands. “Fine. Two days, no more.” You beam at him before turning your attention back to the console. You can’t wait to do something more than stay put and heal on the ship.

The planet you land on is pleasant – sparsely populated but flush with vegetation. It looks far more like a sprawling wild orchard, making you think of something come to life from the pages of a child’s storybook.

Before you can step out of the Chimera onto the field you’ve landed in, Din straps his rifle to his back and heads out to do a sweep of the surrounding area. You’re too wired to mess around with the handful of small projects you normally fiddle with while you wait. You throw yourself into the pilot’s chair instead, idly spinning. At least you should be able to see him return from this vantage point. Grogu crawls up on your lap, playing with a small metal ball that seems to be his favorite toy.

The better part of an hour elapses before you see a shiny speck making its way out of the treeline and towards the ship. You stand up and point towards the approaching Mandalorian, popping Grogu up on your hip.

“Look, your dad is back. Let’s go greet him and get off this old girl for a little while.”

Grogu’s ears perk up at hearing of Din’s return. You take the ball from him, leaving it on the console, and head to the cargo bay. You don’t often use the ramp back here, never really having the need, but you figure two days on a near deserted planet is the perfect excuse to air the Chimera out. Too many days in hyperspace with no atmospheric ventilation can start to build up a must.

The hatch opens to reveal Din standing in the grass right in front of the ramp. You pause for a brief moment before he’s gesturing out into the open field. Apparently he’s content with the lack of threats surrounding you at the moment. Grogu shouts a loud patu! and you set him down, walking out into the fresh open air.

The warm glow of a nearby sun heats up the world around you. It isn't at all the fierce heat of the desert planets you seem to so often find yourself on and you’re thankful. You’ve learned to deal with that kind of oppressive heat out of necessity but you aren't sure you'll ever become truly accustomed to it. This on the other hand, is the kind of warmth you could get used to. Enough to heat your skin and a soft breeze to keep you cool.

Tex wheels out onto the ramp, beeping at you in a panic. For such a curious astromech he's quite nervous about gunking up his wheels in the field.

"You don’t have to leave the ship,” you tell him. “If you want to, you could run me a full report on the N1 and Chimera. Something is messing with the flux stabilizers and I want to know what it is.” You also want to finally have a full rundown of the N1’s modifications, but you decide not to mention that. It’ll be easy enough to figure out on your own with the report.

Grogu is tugging on your pant leg, excited to pull you away for whatever games he has in mind. His father on the other hand is just as stoic as ever standing outside the ship. He doesn’t seem angry, just not altogether happy either. Unsure what to make of him, you look down at Grogu and smile. “Okay little guy, what’s the plan?”

The rest of your morning is spent running around with the little one, enjoying your time in the open air with no worries. You aren’t sure that you’ve ever seen Grogu this uninhibited before. The whole time you've known him he's been in the ship or put into a bag or pram, not allowed to run around for fear of his safety.

You feel a bit more sympathetic towards the trouble he likes to sometimes cause. As cooped up as he is, the occasional outburst makes sense – if anything he's extremely well behaved. You choose to let him take the lead, happy to let him have some well deserved and supervised freedom.

Grogu's favorite spot ends up being the treeline near the ship. He finds a little stick and starts tapping it everywhere he can, eventually finding some stones he likes the sound of. When the stick becomes too boring, he starts trying to climb trees, his jumps only reaching the tops of the tall, gnarled tree roots.

After a small tumble, the disgruntled look on Grogu's face tells you this is not going as he had planned. You’re thankful he doesn’t start crying, but you can see a temper tantrum on the horizon. Before he can fly into a full meltdown an idea pops into your head.

You pick him up, still reluctant to leave him behind despite the planet’s apparent safety. Grogu squirms, unhappy to have his play so rudely disturbed.

“We’ll come right back just trust me, okay?” you promise him. He makes a little noise in what you assume is agreement and you run the short distance back to the ship.

Din is sitting outside, a few crates dragged out of the ship to create a makeshift workbench for himself. He’s cleaning a couple blasters out of the armory, some of the smaller models in his arsenal. Cleaning weapons being synonymous with relaxation for him isn't surprising in the slightest. It’s kind of what you expected him to be doing. Either that or fiddling with his armor.

You rush past him into the ship. It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for. You're running back out when Din calls over to you.

"Sorry, can't talk! Important things to do!" you yell back. You are not about to get stuck cleaning guns with him when you have a tree to climb.

Back at the treeline, you set Grogu down on a tall root and put on your cloak.

"You want to climb the tree, right? I'm going to put you in the hood here and you can hang on. We can go as high as we want, little buddy.”

Grogu seems to understand and reaches his hands up to you. You tuck him into your hood and make sure he’s secure. “Hold on tight. If you come close to falling just grab on, okay? Don’t worry about hurting me.” you tell him.

Grogu gives you a little babble in acknowledgment. You take it as good a sign as any and survey the tree. You haven’t done something like this since you were a child, but it can’t be that hard. If anything it should be easier now that you have better coordination and longer appendages.

You grab onto one of the lowest limbs and pull yourself up. From there, it’s all about finding the next best limb to grab onto and the best place to put your feet.

You pause halfway up the tree and look out. You’re fairly high up now, a fall from this height would certainly fracture, if not break a bone. Grogu is still secure in the hood, wiggling with excitement against your shoulders.

“Want to keep going?” you ask.

Grogu shrieks happily and you take it as a yes. You keep climbing until the branches start to get too small. Youmight have pushed it a little more if you were climbing alone, but you have the kid to think about. You sit down on the branch and hold on tight to it beneath you. You kick your legs a bit, enjoying having them dangle off the sides of the limb. Grogu is making happy sounds behind you, thrilled with the height.

You can see considerably further than you did from the Chimera's cockpit. The field isn’t quite as big as you previously thought and the trees start to dip down towards the left – the change in elevation invisible to you before. The sun hangs high in the sky and you guess it’s somewhere around midday. You’re not sure how this planet compares to Galactic Standard Time, but it seems like a normal pace for the sun to move at.

Feeling comfortable in your new perch, you move back towards the trunk of the tree. Carefully, you have Grogu get out of the hood and climb into your lap. You keep your hold on him, gripping the tree with your thighs and using the trunk as back support.

It’s a fairly comfortable position all things considered. You might even find it a good place for a nap without Grogu. The filtered sunlight is warm on your skin, the fresh air sweeter than you remembered. You’re able to relax more than you have in the better part of a month, letting your mind wander.

It’s not much of a surprise where your thoughts drift to. Where before you would have considered some mechanical problem or what planet you would hop to next, you’re now occupied by your big, shiny crewmate. There’s an undeniable and slightly irritating warmth in your chest as you think of him.

You had become comfortable with the idea of only being reliant on yourself. Din being around, checking on you and making sure you weren’t overexerting yourself over the past month was a feeling you’d long since forgotten. It’s that knowledge that keeps your emotions in check.

Despite any developments in your relationship with Din, this is still a professional relationship. You can’t let a modicum of kindness have this heavy of an impact. Allowing that to happen will only set you up for heartache and disappointment down the line.

You stay up in the tree for a while, watching over Grogu and trying to let the clean air clear out the recesses of your mind. It doesn’t work as well as you want it to. Thinking through the process of flushing out the coolant lines and descaling the laser cannon barrels is apparently less exciting than remembering the feeling of Din’s hands covering yours this morning.

Just as your butt is starting to go numb, you hear Din calling out from below. “Let’s go see what your dad wants,” you tell Grogu, putting him back in your hood. Using Din as a way to get Grogu to do things is almost always an effective tactic and you really don’t want him fighting to stay in the tree.

The descent is easy. There are plenty of branches that make for good footholds. As you near the bottom you get a terrible idea, but figuring there’s little risk except for a possibly angry Mandalorian it's worth it. He should get over it quickly.

Close enough to the bottom that the kid won’t get hurt in case you mess up, you hold on tight to the branch above you and purposely misstep, causing your feet to fly out from underneath. You yell in fake surprise and you can feel Grogu shift in the hood behind you. He isn't grabbing tightly at you though, so you know he’s fine. Din shouts from the ground below and you look down to see him moving beneath you, ready to make a catch.

It's a sight to behold, a Mandalorian warrior with his arms outstretched to catch a girl and a baby falling out of a tree. It makes you laugh and you swing your feet to the missed branch, making it to the ground in two more simple movements. When you land, you throw out your arms as if to say ta-da. Din is obviously less than impressed.

“What the kriff?” he asks.

“Just wanted to see what you would do. You should have seen the look on your face, it was priceless.” He cocks his head as if to say, really? The flip your stomach gives is more than irritating. “Figure of speech. Learn to take a joke, big guy.” You pat his pauldron a couple times and walk past, heading back towards the Chimera.

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crocuta-corvax · 10 months

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 30: House Won't Fall

Chapter Warnings: reference to genocide, political corruption, questionable dietary habits, explicit smut Series Warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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Shiani sat at the work table, Echo’s scomp arm opened as she worked on a few adjustments. It had become the ultimate expression of trust from the cyborg, letting her fix his hand for her. When she’d first joined the Batch, he hadn’t been thrilled about her even watching Tech work on it. Now he asked her first, while Tech was in the cockpit.

Omega was sitting on the steps in front of her room, legs crossed and hands open on her knees. “She’s really getting the hang of meditating.”

Shiani nodded, adjusting another servo for him. “She ask you to join her?”

“She did, before I came looking for you. I’ll have to pass on that.”

“Don’t like meditation?” Shiani glanced up at the corporal’s pale face. She worried about him sometimes, even though he’d put on muscle since joining the Batch. She recalled how exhausted he’d seemed when she first saw him though the glass on Kamino, a tired Chainbreaker barely holding himself upright. Now he was every bit the competent warrior she knew he must have been before his torture on Skako Minor. Still, she felt the scars no one could see that lingered deep in his spirit. And that was saying something, considering most of his physical scars were on display.

“I don’t prefer solitude. I had enough of that on Skako. If not for this squad, I might still be there… that’s why I stayed with them. It’s where I fit at the time.” He glanced at her thoughtfully. “You don't much like being alone either.”

“No. Had enough of it in exile.” She agreed. “Baby Mega asks me to meditate with her too, but I don't. Sirens aren't meant for quiet.”

Echo chuckled. “Is that why you fell for Tech? He's the most talkative clone I've ever known.”

Shiani laughed. “One reason out of many.” She closed the port on his arm. “All fixed.”

“Thanks.” He spun the scomp with a critical eye before nodding.

“Echo, how come you never got a prosthetic arm? It's got to be difficult to do things with one hand.”

“It is, but the scomp was too useful to get rid of.” He shrugged. “With all this metal and machinery, I might as well be useful.”

“You can build a scomp into a prosthetic. I could make it pop out of your wrist or fingertip. With those cybernetics, you'd be an ideal candidate for all kinds of delicate instruments.” She pointed out.

“You could do that? Why didn't Tech mention it when I first got here?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Tech is a genius who does best with novelty. He invents new things, or makes plans for possibilities that might never happen.” She scrunched her face at the 100 plans she'd memorized with Omega since she'd joined them. Some sounded interesting… some scared her. “This doesn't need new ways for things, just someone to put things together. That's what I'm good at.”

Echo leaned over curiously. “And how would you put it together, if you were going to do it?”

Shiani pulled out her datapad. “Cybernetic connections here with pressure sensors so you could tell how hard you press. I can't replicate full sensation, but it would be something. Scomp loaded into the wrist, comes out like this so you just bend your hand out of the way. Tactical knife in the back of the hand, combines pretty well with a punch… maybe a place for datastick? Removable, though. You don't need all that stuff crowding up your brain.” She sketched out a rough outline for him.

“... how fast could you make this?” He looked at it, eyes wide.

“Just a couple hours to get a prototype done. It might need tweaks, but we won't know until you use it.” She smiled slyly. “I'd only need a few measurements from you.”

“Measure away. This sounds great.” Echo laid both arms on the table and raised his voice so Tech could hear him from the cockpit. “Tech, you're the dumber half of your marriage.”

“Don’t say that!” Shaini swatted him gently with a tape measure as she started writing down measurements of his real arm.

“Did I do something that displeased you?” Tech called back.

“Echo is being dramatic. I’m aking him a new arm, Tech.” Shiani answered.

There was a pause from the cockpit before Tech had set the autopilot and was coming to look. Echo looked smug as Shiani marked her measurements and Tech looked over her draft. “I like her better than you today, vod.”

“I like Shiani better than you every day. Consider us even.” Tech snipped back, but there was no real venom in it. Everyone knew Tech loved Echo. Tech loved all his siblings… even Crosshair. “This is… very clever, Shiani. I am impressed.” He put a hand on her shoulder as he gave her back her datapad.

Squeeze squeeze squeeze.

She beamed with delight and went to get her toolkit. She loved when he was proud of her.

She was just getting her protective glasses on when the ships comm went off. “We are receiving a transmission from Rex.” Tech called back to Hunter.

“Put him through.” The sergeant ordered, walking up to talk to the captain. Shiani decided to stay out of the way and just listen while she worked on the arm.

“Hey there, boys. Any chance I could borrow your expertise for a mission?”

“What kind of mission?” Hunter sounded a little suspicious, but Shiani wasn't surprised. He was so protective of Omega and cautious of the rest of the squad being in any danger. He was a big brother to the core, with responsibility laid so heavy on his shoulders it might break him if he didn't take care. Luckily, all of the squad members were attentive enough to take the load off him when they could.

“It's just a data extraction, but it's crucial. I can explain more on Coruscant.”

“Coruscant? That's a tall ask.” Hunter said immediately.

Omega, who'd overheard the comm coming in, snuck over to Shiani at the worktable. “What's on Coruscant?”

“The Republic Senate used to be.” Shiani whispered back. “I guess the Empire is there now, where the Republic used to be.”

Omega frowned. “Why would Rex be there?”

The siren glanced over at where she could see Hunter's stiff shoulders. “Rex wanted us to come join him fighting the Empire. He asked on Bracca. Hunter said no, so you could have a good life… but Rex is fighting for all the clones with chips, still slaves to the Empire.”

Omega frowned, inching towards Hunter. “I think we should help.” She said softly. Shiani could only admire how brave that girl was, putting her own safety and well-being on the back burner to save brothers she'd never even met.

Hunter sighed. “... how crucial is this data, Rex?”

“It could be life or death for clones across the galaxy. I can get you a flight path avoiding Imperial security, and a safe landing zone.”

Echo looked eager, especially with Omega on his side. Shiani looked down at the prosthetic components in front of her. A sad, achy feeling arched through her gills as she realized she'd be remote testing this prototype… Echo wanted to fight too much. He wouldn't be leaving Coruscant with them. She'd have to tweak the arm when he came to visit… if he did. Tech was going to be hurt again, losing another brother to the Empire. This time as its enemy, but that would be only cold comfort.

Better work out the bugs on the first try, then.

When the Marauder touched down in a private garage Rex had given them, the captain was waiting for them. Next to him was a pretty blue-skinned woman dressed in pink, who looked like the weight of the galaxy sat on her shoulders.

“Good to see you guys. Senator, this is the squad I was telling you about. Guys, this is Senator Chuchi. She's with us on this.”

The men saluted more as a force of habit than anything else. Shiani held a hand out to the Senator. “Nice to meet you.”

Chuchi looked a little nervously at Shiani’s claws, but shook her hand. “Likewise, and thank you for coming. I'm Riyo”

“Shiani Illumai.” The siren said softly.

“I've seen her take down a grown dianoga.” Rex assured the Pantoran. “She's Tech's girlfriend.”

“Wife now.” Tech said mildly. “While I would enjoy telling the story, you said this was a matter of life and death?”

Rex nodded. “Come inside. There's something I want you to see.”

They slipped into the garage, where a table sat with a body bag on top of it. Shiani balked at the faint scent of death, pushing Omega back slightly. “Dead?”

Rex nodded, unzipping the bag. Instead of an Imperial, they were all presented with a clone's face. “He was an assassin.” Rex explained. “I went to meet a brother named Slip, but the assassin got to him first. He almost got the Senator here, too.”

“This doesn't make any sense.” Echo looked sick. “Why would a clone kill one of our own?”

“Slip knew what really happened on Kamino. I was trying to convince him to testify against Vice-Admiral Rampart in front of the senate. He's pushing his recruitment bill tomorrow.” Chuchi explained. “If it passes, the clones will ask be completely abandoned by the Empire. They're already being phased out, and I fear they'll be decommissioned completely once there is a new army in place.”

“We were there. I could testify.” Echo offered.

Hunter shook his head. “We're deserters, they'll never listen to us.”

“I'm not.” Shiani murmured. “I could testify…”

“You are a princess, so you would have legal standing and your voice would carry weight.” Tech reached for her hand. “But it would reveal the sirens to the rest of the galaxy.”

Her jaw trembled, but she nodded. “But it will save clones. Decommissioned means killed…”

Everyone else looked at her. “... you're a princess?” Omega whispered.

“I’m most proud to be a Batcher. Princess is less important.” Shiani said firmly before looking at Chuchi. “You’ll need more than my word as proof.”

Chuchi nodded. “Slip said that he backed up the logs on Rampart's Venator.”

“It's being retrofitted in an Imperial shipyard here on Coruscant.” Rex confirmed. “If we move quickly, we can get it in front of the senate before the vote.”

“I'll go back to the senate and get as much evidence as I can.” Chuchi nodded. “I'll have to get you clearance, Princess.”

“I can take care of that, for her and Omega.” Tech assured them all. “It would be more practical for Omega to go with Shiani than into a shipyard.”

Hunter nodded. “We'll get into the Venator and copy the data, then get it to you before the vote. Shiani can address the senate, and stall if we need her to.”

Shiani turned and put her face in Tech's chest. “Be careful.” She whispered.

“I will do my best.” He took both her hands in his and held them gently. Squeeze squeeze squeeze. “You will be brilliant in front of the senate. I know you will.”

Shiani nodded, swallowing hard as she tried to get her mind right. “For you.”

Omega was wearing Chuchi's cloak, and Shiani had been changed into a spare outfit the Senator kept in her office. It was a white, loose-sleeved dress with gold accents, blessedly open on the sides to allow for her tentacles, with a gold belt and deep blue cloak. She'd even quickly taken Shiani's ponytail up into a careful bun. “If only we had something to really make you look like a princess.” the Senator murmured as she dabbed a little bit of makeup on Shiani's face. Despite her previous insistence on Ord Mantell that she wasn't suited to cosmetics, a dab of lipstick was nice looking. Shiani didn’t like it, but that may have been the gnawing feeling in her chest that what Chuchi was doing wasn’t trying to make her look royal. It was to make her look tame. To prove to the galaxy that would soon be looking at her that she wasn’t a creature to be feared. In a galaxy full of things like Wookiees and Trandoshans, Hutts and togrutas… she was the unknown who had to be carefully monitored. It didn’t seem fair that she was going to be viewed with suspicion when her biggest crime was the way her mouth was shaped.

“Baby Mega. Hand me my bag?” Shiani murmured. Omega, who'd been kicking her feet in the desk chair, got up and scooped Shiani's gear bag from the floor.

“Why is this so heavy?” Omega blinked.

“My tools. And an arm.” Shiani hoisted the bag from her smaller friend's hands and started digging through it.

“An arm?” Chuchi looked concerned, inching back away from the siren's teeth.

“Metal, Senator. I swore off eating sentient species.” Shiani said calmly.

“Did you used to?” Omega squeaked.

“We'll talk about it later.” Shiani pulled out a package wrapped in a greenish-gold cloth and set the bag back down, pulling out a circlet of coral and polished stone. “Haven't worn this in a long time.” She hadn't even thought about the crown she'd been wearing when she'd fled her home years ago, more concerned with her chains than her station. “How does this look?”

Chuchi smiled as Shiani put it on. “That's more like it. A proper royal…”

Shiani closed her eyes. No, she certainly wasn't. A proper royal siren would be nowhere near the surface, about to reveal her people's existence to the entire galaxy. They'd likely curse her name for generations, but the Empire was going to find them anyway. She felt it in her gills. If she pulled away the curtain and secrecy in front of everyone, her hope was that there were more good than evil people in the galaxy. That people like Chuchi would step up to help the sirens the way she did the clones. “Okay then.”

“Come with me. I'll show you both the Senate Chamber. It can be a little overwhelming the first time, and I don't want you to freeze up.” Chuchi told her. “It's intimidating, even for experienced Senators.” Shiani slipped her bag on her shoulder, hidden under her cloak, and nodded as she followed the Pantoran to the door.

Omega looked up from between Chuchi and Shiani as they stepped out of the office and started down the hall. “What do Senators actually do?”

Chuchi smiled. “We vote in the interest of our people. We're their voice in the senate, and the senate makes laws.”

“It's supposed to.” Shiani murmured. “Not with the Emperor around.”

Chuchi deflated a bit. “That's true…”

“What's the difference between a Senator and a royal?” Omega frowned.

Shiani hesitated for a moment. “Royals lead by their own hearts. Senator follows the hearts of the people.”

Chuchi nodded agreeably. Omega just frowned further. “Which one is better?”

“That depends on the leader.” Chuchi looked up. “Oh no. There's Rampart… let me handle this.”

Both of them nodded and Shiani subtly slipped her circlet off and held it behind her back. Rampart had a smug, arrogant face that she could only mentally describe as punchable. Selfishness rolled off him in waves. “Hello there, Senator. You're here late.” He smiled, but it felt fake.

“Just preparing for the vote tomorrow.” Chuchi nodded, plastering a fake smile on her face. Omega stayed behind Shiani, though her nose scrunched the same way Tech’s did when he was displeased. Shiani put a hand on her shoulder, catching Rampart's attention.

“I don't believe we've met, ma'am. My apologies for not introducing myself immediately. I am Admiral Edmon Rampart.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it like he was at a gala instead of a hallway. He didn’t look wary of her, but he did have an almost predatory look in his eyes as he examined her. He didn’t see a siren, just a nicely dressed young woman he thought he could manipulate.

Shiani dipped her head politely, barely opening her mouth to speak. “I am Shiani Illumai, and this young lady is my aide. I am a contemporary of Senator Chuchi. I've asked to observe the vote tomorrow.” She kept her voice as gentle and guileless as she could.

“You're in for a spectacular show then, Miss Illumai. We'll have to sit down and chat sometime. I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a hurry right now, though.” He smiled.

Shiani pulled her fingers from his grip. “Have a nice night, Admiral.”

He nodded and headed down the hallway, Shiani's eyes following him until long after he'd turned the corner. Omega tugged on her arm when she turned around and put her crown back on. “How come you hid that?”

“If he knows I'm royal, he'll ask where I'm from. If he knows I'm from Kamino, he'll know I'm against him.” Shiani said firmly. “It makes us a target. Never let your enemy know what you're planning, Baby Mega. Especially with stakes so high.”

Omega watched her funny, lively friend, slowly seeing Shiani in a new light. There had always been an undercurrent of sadness in Shiani's joy, a viciousness hidden behind her laughter that came out as surely as the blue rings peppering her purple skin when she got angry. But Omega hadn't expected a competent, level headed leader from the girl who'd always said all she wanted was to follow Tech.

Chuchi just nodded and led them into the senate chamber. It was, indeed, an intimidating room full of little hoverpods. There were a few that were occupied, listening to preparation speeches for the next day vote. “Every pod is for a planet’s Senators or groups representative.” Chuchi explained. “Almost every race and planet are represented here, and get a vote.”

“Is there one for the clones?” Omega looked up at the rows and rows of pods.

Chuchi shook her head. “No… a lot of people view the clones as military assets. But that's what I'm working on. I want the clones to have the same rights as every citizen, and someone to look after their best interests.”

Shiani looked balefully around the room. “Not so much has changed in three hundred years. Instead of sirens being only tools to long necks, clones are only tools to the Republic. Long necks see Kamino flood. Republic sees itself become the Empire.”

“We can change things, from here in this room.” Chuchi put a hand on her arm.

Shiani wanted to believe it, but she kept looking at the pods and seeing a not- so-different council room under the ocean of her home world, where the royal court accused her of every treason known to her kind before she was banished. Like those sirens, almost every pod in this room would contain someone who thought her marriage was invalid. That the man she loved wasn't a person at all. In this chamber, however, she’d have to prove she was a person too.

She straightened her spine. “We fight. Clones deserve that.”

Chuchi nodded, looking over as a blue and white astromech rolled to her. “... how well can you two keep a secret?”

Omega grinned. “I can.”

Shiani just pushed her shoulders back. “My whole species was declared extinct three hundred years ago. Until today we were the best secret-keepers in the galaxy.”

Chuchi nodded. “Come with me.”

They slipped out into the hallway, and met up with a tall man with dark hair and kind eyes. “Riyo. I didn’t expect you to have company.”

“They’re helping me with the clone aid provisions.” Chuchi explained. “This is Princess Illumai of Kamino and Omega. Shiani, Omega, this is Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan.”

He smiled at the two of them, only slightly surprised by Shiani’s appearance. “You have a vested interest in clone’s rights, Princess?”

“I’m married to a clone.” Shiani said calmly. “We were called to help by Captain Rex, after he saved Senator Chuchi.”

Bail looked at the Pantoran. “Captain Rex is listed as killed in action… and what does she mean ‘saved’?”

“I was almost assassinated while trying to meet with a clone who knew that Rampart was responsible for what happened to Kamino. The assassin killed my contact, but Rex saved me.” Chuchi explained.

“Rampart is resourceful, isn't he?” Bail murmured. “You’re lucky to be alive, Riyo.”

“I know. And I owe my life to a clone, so I have to help them.” Chuchi nodded.

“My husband and his squad are getting proof Rampart ordered the bombardment.” Shiani put her hands together quietly. “And I will testify tomorrow.”

Bail nodded. “Brave of you, miss. There will be doubts, you understand, about you. No one has ever seen any of your species before and there’s no one to confirm your royal status.”

Shiani frowned. “... might not be entirely true. Long necks keep records of what they did… Someone high enough up may have known about us.”

“The Prime Minister of Kamino was arrested.” Chuchi frowned.

“Senator Halle Burtoni, however, was not.” Bail pointed out. “Though her cooperation may not be forthcoming. She was a member of the Defense Finance Committee, until she was removed from office. She had a vested interest in viewing clones as no more than assets.”

“Not surprising for long necks.” Shiani muttered coldly, looking at Chuchi. “I’m going to have to talk to her, aren’t I?”

“It would lend us credibility.” Chuchi sighed. “Come on, we’ll go to my apartment and invite her to meet us.”

Shiani sighed. “I spend my whole life avoiding long necks, just to get stuck inviting one to visit….”

Bail patted her hand lightly. “Follow the money, Princess. It always leaves a trail.”

Shiani stood at the window of Chuchi’s senatorial apartment, looking out at the city lights as the guards waited for Halle Burtoni to arrive. She’d imagined Coruscant a million times, and the romantically soft glow in front of her was not a view to disappoint. Still, she hadn’t imagined she’d be looking at it without Tech…

“You okay, Shiani?” Omega walked over, watching the siren’s claws tapping at the windowsill mindlessly. “You look anxious.”

“I am anxious.” Shiani nodded. “Longnecks are why my people stay at the bottom of the ocean. Why we live in the dark, without starlight… we could have been a part of this Senate hundreds of years ago if we hadn’t been enslaved… I was always told to be scared of them.” She let Omega take her hand, steadying herself. “But all their cities were destroyed. Not just Tipoca. Millions of people were killed. I thought it would feel… Thought I might be happy, but I’m not. Just feels hollow and sad. Nobody deserves that, even longnecks.”

Omega snuggled to her side. “I’m glad you don’t think so.”

“I still don’t think this long neck is going to be much help, though. I don’t trust their honor.” Shiani muttered, running her tongue over her fangs.

Chuchi patted her arm. “We have to try.”

Shiani turned her head as the guards opened the door to reveal an older, shaky-necked Kaminoan female. The long neck had a sneer almost permanently painted into her voice when she looked at Chuchi. “Are the guards really necessary?”

“They are as much for your safety as ours.” Chuchi said firmly. “Please sit, Senator Burtoni.”

Burtoni looked around, eying Omega and looking Shiani up and down with a surprised expression before sitting in a high backed chair and clasping her hands in her lap. “What do you want?”

“I have questions about the Senate funds that were earmarked for cloning operations on Kamino. What was earmarked is less than what was reported as received, prior to the destruction of the cities.”

“Funds were siphoned off for months before the fall of Kamino.” Burtoni said sourly. “I didn’t take you for a fool, Chuchi, but you should know the danger of prying into matters kept secret. Too many people end up dead for sticking their noses where they don’t belong.”

Chuchi glanced at Shiani, who looked unimpressed but was repressing her “I told you so” in favor of a silent disapproval. The Pantoran looked back at her former colleague. “Think of your people who survived. Finding out where that money went could be the start of helping them.”

“My people are gone. What remains scattered around the galaxy, I have no concern for.” Burtoni huffed, shaking her head.

Shiani’s eyes sharpened. “You don’t even care about your own people? No wonder the Empire didn’t hesitate to destroy your cities, if you don’t love your own.”

Burtoni sneered at her. “You aren’t Kaminoan, why would you care?”

Shiani leaned back, opening her hands and letting her tentacles come up and spread around her in a display that made her look both beautiful and dangerous. “My people have temples with your likeness on them. I bet yours did too, before the flood. I’m just as Kaminoan as you, longneck.”

Burtoni’s eyes widened in something akin to both fear and awe. “You’re supposed to be extinct…”

“You thought you drowned a race with gills? Not so smart.” Shiani sneered, dropping her limbs and showing her teeth. “And still, I care more about what happened to Kamino than you. Omega and I saw the Empire destroy Tipoca City from Venator ships, and your people became the ones to drown instead.”

“Why would a child be involved with you?” The way Burtoni said it, Shiani heard the superiority. Three hundred years and a longneck still thought herself superior, even though her people sank to the bottom and died where Shiani’s had survived and rebuilt.

“I’m a clone, and Kamino was my home too. The Empire destroyed it!” Omega pushed forward, eyes wide and furious. “It wasn’t right! There was no reason for it.”

“I knew it was coming. Prime Minister Lama Su was an arrogant pawn, secure in his belief that the clones made Kamino indispensable. That the clones were necessary. They weren’t. None of us are.” Burtoni shook her head, looking back at Shiani. “You should have stayed hidden, siren.”

“And let cowards win? Let bombs drop on my home planet, while the Empire kills innocent clones it has no further use for?” She snapped her teeth together sharply. “I care more about the clones you made than you do. You should be ashamed, Senator. Three peoples come from Kamino; siren, longneck, and clone. When are you going to stand up for any of them?”

“Just tell us who diverted the funds, Burtoni.” Chuchi pleaded. “We can do something about this. We can seek justice.”

“You already know who stole them.” Burtoni shook her head. “Of course it was him. He planned the attack on Kamino meticulously.”

“Testify.” Shiani said quietly. “About the funds, and confirm you know what I am. You have access to Kaminoan history files, yes? You’ve hidden your people’s crimes against mine, but you can tell the truth.”

Burtoni pursed her lips. “You want me to embarrass the legacy of my murdered people? My words won’t even matter without proof against Rampart.”

“Tell the truth about three hundred years ago, and get justice for your people.” Shiani rapped her claws against the arm of Burtoni’s chair, centimeters from the long neck’s arm. “We’ll find proof. You and I give our words to the Senate, as justice for our planet. You help me protect the clones, before the Empire throws them away.” She looked at Omega. “You look at her. Tell me that is not a person, and I’ll show you a liar with a mirror.”

Burtoni glanced at Omega, then Chuchi, who just nodded. “We need proof, and your word. We’re running out of time.”

Shiani stood in the box with Chuchi and Burtoni as the Senate meeting started. Omega was waiting with one of her guards in a skycar at the drop zone, and not having the little girl there was stressing the siren out. Her foot tapped anxiously as she tried not to bounce and swing her limbs like a holo-game idle animation. She was supposed to look dignified.

“Are you ready?” Chuchi murmured as Rampart started talking about no longer delaying the vote. “We’re going to have to start without those logs.”

Shiani nodded. “They’ll be here. Tech never lets me down.” Shiani nodded and tried to settle her breathing..

Burtoni eyed her. “Who is Tech?”

“My husband. And a clone.” Shiani said firmly.

Chuchi turned on her mic to get started, cutting Rampart off. “We cannot trust Admiral Rampart’s assertions that the clone provisions will be addressed. He has given us reason not to trust him.” She moved the pod to the middle of the podium, putting them front and center with their faces appearing on the large holos and every new station in the Republic. Shiani tried not to crumple under the scrutiny of thousands of eyes, suddenly aware of how uncomfortable recognition was after years in solitude. She wanted to fade into obscurity as the exile from the trash pile, but she had to be Princess for this. It had been so long since she’d wielded any authority it felt like learning a new language again.

“What reason is that, Senator?” Rampart eyed Chuchi before looking at Shiani again. “Miss Illumai?”

Shiani narrowed her eyes, swallowing her fear in favor of the taste of righteous fury.. “Halle Burtoni is willing to testify that you diverted funds from Kaminoan cloning programs.”

“Halle Burtoni is a disgraced senator, miss. And those funds were redistributed, though I am not at liberty to discuss classified military operations.”

The little siren didn’t back down. “You started siphoning those credits months before the destruction of Kamino. Because you planned for it, when you ordered three Venator class ships to fire on Tipoca City, and then to destroy every other major city on Kamino!”

Rampart flushed, fists clenching. “Those are heavy accusations, ma’am. Who do you think you are?”

“Princess Shiani Illumai, of Kamino. I was there, at Tipoca City, when the Empire destroyed it.” She turned and faced the rest of the Senate. “Senator Burtoni can also testify to my species existence and persecution on Kamino, which is why we have remained isolationist for as long as we have.”

It sounded good, sounded like something Tech would say. Isolationist sounded like policy and not a race living in fear at the bottom of the sea, revealed by one former exile who was either braver or stupider than the rest of them. One little star sailor standing defiantly in the face of the Tidedreamer’s shadow; the Empire.

Burtoni nodded, and the whispers around the Senate chamber were loud and obvious. Rampart stared at her, looking horrified for a moment as he tried to figure out how to save his own skin. “Your accusations are baseless. I did nothing of the sort.” He finally gasped.

“You lie. I was there.” She repeated, raising her fist in the air and demanding to be acknowledged. “I saw the Imperial ships firing on the city. A city that nearly all the clones and long necks had already been evacuated from. The attack was planned, to lose as few Imperial resources as possible.”

The whispering grew louder. “What proof do you have, besides this woman’s statement?” Someone in another box demanded of Chuchi, who squirmed.

“She has none, because there is none.” Rampart waved his arm. “She’s simply bribed or manipulated this young woman into lying for her. Let’s get on with the vote.”

Another voice in the pods above them rang out. “Senator Chuchi should be removed from the Senate and censured form misconduct! This is an outrage. Investigate the woman with her as well, and Burtoni!”

Chuchi put a hand on Shiani’s arm when she bit back a hiss. “Don’t.” She whispered softly. “Stay calm. They’ll react poorly.”

Shiani nodded, swallowing hard as another voice seconded removing them and tucking her tentacles under the edge of her cloak to hide the blue rings pulsing furiously. Her comm blinked, and she looked up just in time to see little Omega’s blonde head running to Bail Organa. She smiled, eyes brightening, and tapped Chuchi. “Told you Tech wouldn’t let us down. Here comes proof.”

Organa’s box moved to be even with them, handing over a package. “This is your proof!” Chuchi called. “This is the command log from Rampart’s Venator.”

Everyone went dead silent as she played the recording, unmistakably Rampart’s voice ordering the bombardment and snapping at a clone for questioning him. Rampart stood stock still, eyes wide, and looking at Chuchi in sickened shock. Shiani lifted her voice and looked around the Senate. “Believe me now?”

Before anyone could say much, a platform lifted up from beneath them. Shaini looked over the edge as it rose, a nauseated feeling in her gills when she was suddenly facing a man in a black cloak being guarded by his vizier. “Emperor Palpatine.” Chuchi whispered softly to Shiani. “He hasn’t been in session for weeks…”

The siren had been so stalwart in her pursuit of justice this far, wearing Burtoni down and refusing to back off Rampart… but the Emperor scared her. She clutched the edge of the pod railing like it might vanish under her feet, utterly petrified as he ascended above them to address the entire room.

“I commend Senator Chuchi and Princess Illumai for their bravery in the pursuit of truth. Admiral’s cowardly actions in the pursuit of his own selfish goals will not be tolerated, and hold no place in a civilized society.” The Emperor’s voice was gravelly and serpentine, shuddering up the siren’s spine.

Rampart paled. “I was following orders! I was following-” He couldn’t finish before several shock troopers had boarded his pod and were forcing him to bend over the controls so they could cuff him roughly. Shiani winced as he was dragged away, screaming but unintelligible as his mic was cut.

The Emperor looked down at Chuchi’s pod. “I must thank you both for exposing a rogue element in our midst. Rampart will be punished for his treachery, but he did not act alone. It concerns me deeply that the clones under his command followed such orders blindly. That is why the Defense Recruitment Bill must go forward. The atrocities committed upon Kamino are proof that the clones cannot be trusted to identify unlawful orders. We must have a military comprised of citizens. This new era of peace and stability will be heralded by the Imperial stormtrooper!”

Shiani wanted to scream, looking around as the voting began without much further prompting. “...The clones are not to blame.” She whispered to Chuchi desperately. “Clones couldn’t disobey. Inhibitor chips…”

Chuchi patted her arm, looking as desolate as she felt. “We tried, Shiani.”

The siren looked up, watching senators vote one by one. She’d tried… she’d put herself out in front of a galaxy she barely understood. She’d stood up against the shadow. She’d revealed her people’s existence in front of the Emperor himself in a desperate bid to save the clones who meant so much to her…

And it had all been for nothing.

The Batch was already in front of the garage, chatting with Rex, when Chuchi brought Omega and Shiani back. Omega looked deflated, tucked up against the siren’s side, as they came to a stop. “I can’t believe we still lost.” She said softly.

Shiani petted her hair before getting out of the car and offering her a hand. “We tried our best, Baby Mega. We did everything we could.”

Omega nodded and went over to Hunter, scrubbing at her eyes. “What’s the matter?” The sergeant frowned, kneeling next to her.

“We lost the vote.” Omega whispered. “I don’t understand. We did the right thing, we told the truth.”

“And the Emperor twisted it to his advantage.” Hunter did his best to comfort her.

Rex sighed. “Palpatine was a step ahead of us all through the war, and he’s several steps ahead of us now. He used us implicating Rampart to push the stormtrooper program.”

“The fate of the clones is sealed, and he used us to do it.” Echo said regretfully.

Shiani’s eyes hadn’t lifted from the ground, as Chuchi anxiously promised Omega she’d keep fighting to protect the clones. When a pair of boots stopped in front of her, she finally looked up at Tech, who was looking at her with concern in his eyes. “Are you alright, dear?” He murmured.

“It didn’t help.” She breathed. “Clones are still in danger. Maybe in more danger now. Sirens too. I’m sorry.”

“You did the right thing, cyar’ika.” He reached up, cupping her round little face in both hands. “You did everything you possibly could. Do not apologize, you are not to blame.”

She swallowed hard. “I need to give Chuchi back her dress…”

“You can keep it, Princess. It looks nice on you.” Chuchi smiled faintly. “And who knows? I’m going to keep fighting, until the clones have the same rights as everyone else. Maybe we’ll need to fight together in the senate again.”

Shiani nodded faintly, putting her hands over Tech’s on her face. She didn’t feel like she deserved the comfort, right now. “I've got to give Echo something.”

Tech nodded, slowly lowering his hands to let her get to her bag. Omega frowned. “You can give it to him on the ship. What’s the hurry?”

Echo crouched in front of her. “I won’t be going with you, Omega. I’ve decided to stay with Rex, and help the fight here. The other clones need our help more than ever, and I can’t give up on them.”

Omega’s eyes once again watered up, and everyone looked away before her tears undid their resolve and they begged Echo to stay too. “But we’re a squad!”

“I know. But I have to go where I’m needed.” Echo tried his best to keep his face impassive, but he loved this kid so much it was hard. If the rest of the clones hadn’t needed him, he’d have been happy to stay and watch her grow up forever. Duty came first, but damn it was hard.

“But we need you.” She whispered

“It’s not forever, Omega.” Echo murmured. “I’ll be back, but until then you have to keep up with your training. Deal?”

Omega sniffled. “Yes sir…” She threw her arms around him so hard she almost knocked him to the ground, but he managed to stay upright and hug her back tightly.

Shiani walked over, gently scooping Omega up with two of her tentacles and hugging her to her hip. Omega squished tearfully against the siren as she held out a silver cybernetic arm. “Finished this for you, Echo. Keep notes of any issues, and I’ll fix it when you come back?”

Echo blinked at the arm, then nodded, taking off his pauldron and adjusting his sleeve so she could take the scomp off and attach the new arm. She was careful, getting everything hooked up quickly for him and showing him how to use the knife and scomp attachments. “Thanks Shiani… I really appreciate it.”

She nodded. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, But I’ll be back.” He tipped her chin up with his new fingers, smiling. “You and Omega look after them for me?”

Shiani nodded. “You look after Rex.”

Echo nodded, and stepped back as the group boarded the Havoc Marauder and gave him a final goodbye. It was bittersweet, but the right thing to do. That seemed to be the theme of the day.

Shiani had been in the fresher for what seemed like hours. Wrecker had fallen asleep in Omega’s room with her, cuddling her while she cuddled Lula. Hunter was out cold in the bunkroom, the stress of the mission and the assault on his senses from Coruscant having taken its toll on him. Tech had been flying, waiting for his favorite copilot to come sit with him.

He’d watched her testimony recording, her face all over the holonet. The danger was great, but her little fist was in the air and her eyes were bright. She must have been frightened, but she’d stood her ground. She’d demanded they listen to her, head held high and dressed for the role she’d been born into. She was always beautiful, but in that moment he’d never seen her shine brighter. So when he’d rewatched the clip a few times and realized the water wasn’t running, he set the autopilot and got up to look for her.

Her bag was laying on the ground by the fresher, her overalls and a few tools slipping out of the top where she’d dropped it. The fresher door was closed, but unlocked, so he stuck his head in. “Shiani?”

The siren was sitting on the floor with her back to the wall, wedged between the sink and shower, with her head on her knees and her skirt puddled around her. Tech was instantly concerned, crouching in front of her. “Shiani? Are you alright?”

She peeked up, and her eyes were watery. Her circlet was clutched tightly in her hands, the coral leaving imprints when she slowly relaxed her fingers. “S-sorry.” She whispered. “I know you hate all the crying…”

“It is alright. What is the matter?” He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his glove. “Come here. That cannot be comfortable.”

Shiani let him gently pull her away from the wall and fold her into his chest. “Sorry.” She repeated. “I let you down. Couldn’t stop the Empire… so many clones are in trouble. Sirens too. Longnecks are dead already… millions of them. Kamino’s oceans are full of blood now.”

Tech rested his chin over her shoulder. “That is no one’s fault but the Empire. You are not a failure.”

He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “Stand up, cyar’ika. Let me show you something.”

Shiani sniffled, but let him pull her to her feet and stand her in front of the mirror. He wiped another tear off her cheek, then gently pulled her shoulders back and took the circlet from her to set it back on her brow. She scrunched her face and looked at him over her shoulder. “I look silly dressed up like this, but Chuchi said I needed to look like a princess.”

He turned her chin back to the mirror. “Look carefully. Standing in front of you is the bravest woman in the galaxy. Someone who overcame generations of traumatic experience and a lifetime of mistreatment.” He gently lifted her chin again and made her look at her reflection. “Someone who dislikes being the center of attention, but who chose to face the Galactic Senate to do the right thing. Who disavowed her people, but still wants to protect them. Who wanted justice for those who wronged her people.” He pressed a kiss against the side of her neck. “And did so beautifully, I might add.”

Shiani closed her eyes, leaning back against him. “I don’t feel brave.”

“You were. I watched your holo several times. I cannot describe how proud of you I am.” His arms slid around her middle, cuddling her the way he knew by now she needed when she was close to melting down.

She sighed, relaxing into his arms slowly. “I knew you’d get the recording.” She finally said. “You had the hard part… I just had to talk.”

“Which you have never done in public before. Public speaking is a common fear.” His thumbs rubbed circles against the cutouts on her hips, where her tentacles came through. His eyes stayed on her face in the mirror, but a smile hovered over his lips. “You genuinely do not believe what you did was extraordinary. I, however, could watch that recording of you for hours.”

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Why?”

“You were so serious and impassioned. It was captivating… and very attractive. This dress did not hurt, either.”

Shiani looked down. “You like the dress?”

“I find you attractive in whatever you wear, but I will admit there is something intriguing about seeing a different side of you. I am accustomed to a gentle, curious version who enjoys learning and building things and listens without interrupting. On occasion, I have seen the warrior who approaches any threat with your fangs first to protect what she cares about. And…” He kissed her neck again, softer this time and with a squeeze of her hips to accompany the way his words trailed over her skin. “... sometimes, a playful and enthusiastic lover who is far stronger than she appears. Do you know what I saw when I looked at you today?”

“Hm?” She was leaning back into his chest as he cradled her, squishing her battered soul back into her body with his embrace. Maybe after she took a shower she could convince him to just lay on her and squish her flat until everything inside her stopped feeling like it was full of angry urchins…

“I saw the most beautiful queen in the galaxy.” He moved his hands to her upper arms and slid down, straightening her arms at her side until his hands curled into hers over top of them. “Not a frightened princess but a queen. A leader, fighting with everything she had to save three different races that all came from a planet she hates the idea of returning to but still shows compassion for. Just when I thought I couldn’t be more smitten with that queen, I remembered you were already mine.” He set her hands on the counter lightly, keeping her palms flat on the metal with his own.

Shiani’s smile slid a little wider across her lips. “... You’re flirting with me.”

“Of course I am. I thought it was obvious.” He nuzzled into the side of her neck. “Unless you have any opposition to that?”

“I don’t, but who’s flying the ship, Tech?”

“The autopilot. We are over three standard hours from exiting hyperspace.” He pushed her hands a little further forward, until they met the wall under the mirror and she was bent nearly double at the waist. “That is enough time for me to reduce your anxiety and upset using the endorphins released during orgasm.”

Shiani’s cheeks flushed blue. “Very practical.”

“I have my talents.” He locked the fresher door with a free hand and nudged her feet apart. “I hope the practical aspect of this does not dim your understanding of how I feel about you, cyar’ika.”

Her eyes softened, locked on his in the mirror. “Not at all. Let me take the dress off-”

“I would prefer you to leave it on. As I said, it is not often I get to see this side of you. I intend to enjoy it.” He vanished from her sight when he dropped to his knees behind her, pushing the pretty white fabric of her dress up over the curve of her ass and pulling her underwear down her legs in the same motion. “Step out, please.”

Shiani followed instruction, breathless as he tucked her panties into his pocket and squeezed her cheeks while he admired the view for a moment. Then his mouth was on her, tongue sliding through her folds. Like everything he did, Tech was precise and calculated at this. He knew exactly how to pull her apart, to make her forget all the things she regretted and failed. Nothing mattered the minute Tech put his exceptional mind to loving her.

His hands wrapped around her thighs, keeping her upright when she started shaking and grinding against his face. He only let her go long enough to slip off his gloves before pushing on the small of her back. She dropped to her elbows and stretched to her tiptoes to reach the floor still.

Tech kissed his way up her spine, squeezing every bit of flesh he could find. Thighs, rear, hips, tummy, breasts, until he had her pinned to the counter by his pelvis pressed against her ass and his still-armored chest on her back. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” He murmured, blowing air across her good ear to make her shiver. “Do not close your eyes. I want you to watch how beautiful you look. There is nothing more satisfying than the look on your face when you come.”

Shiani nodded, eyes dead ahead. Behind her, Tech backed up only long enough to remove his codpiece and unzip, wasting no time. He held her skirt bunched up at her waist as he gripped her left hip and sank into her. Her eyes wanted to roll back, but she forced them open when he started moving, releasing her hip to dip his fingers down between her thighs and stroke her clit with calculated precision.

Her mouth was open, fangs on display as she whimpered and whined his name. Her skin started to shine, slick with sweat, and her blue flush got darker. He'd wanted her to look, and she barely recognized the girl in the mirror. A siren in her crown, moaning Tech's name as his armor left bruises in her flesh… it was the most perverse kind of pretty she'd ever seen, and the most beautiful she'd ever felt in her life.

Tech let go of her skirts and slid the arm under her, fingers splayed over her throat and keeping her head where he wanted while his face pressed next to hers. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him, face red with exertion. She tried to close her mouth, put her fangs away and curl her fingers into fists that hid her claws in case she saw that look she feared across his perfect honey brown eyes.

Tech was too smart not to notice, and ever-so-carefully squeezed the side of her throat. “No. No hiding.” He rumbled into her ear.

He wanted her as she was, and when she realized it her claws dug furrows into the durasteel countertop. She choked out a high, keening note and collapsed, panting and writhing as Tech kept going through her release. When the overstimulation nearly had her sobbing, he moved the hand between her thighs to her chest and hauled her upright.

She was still looking, trembling with his every movement, impaled on his cock and a sweat-soaked, teary, drooling mess. Tech just turned her head and kissed her hard as his thrusts lost rhythm and heat pooled in her belly from his spend. Tech carefully pulled himself off her, setting her on the counter both to let her rest and to have something to lean on when his own legs wobbled.

He couldn't see a thought left in those big eyes of hers besides adoration when she looked at him, taking the crown off her head and setting it on his instead. He could only laugh and kiss her again. “You are a much prettier queen than I am, cyar’ika.” He murmured, cuddling her.

She wrapped her fingers into the shoulder straps of his chest plate and kissed him, stretching a tentacle out to turn on the fresher. Tech made an agreeable hum against her lips and stripped them both. Too spent for much else, they ended up sitting on the sanistream floor with her straddling his hips, half grinding and half washing the day off the other under the hot water.

And if the “standard refractory period” ended and he slipped back into her, rocking up until her head rolled back and he'd coaxed another two orgasms from her before the water started to cool… well, it was time well spent. He'd remember what his siren queen looked like when she let him dry her off and dress her back in her overalls, then pack her crown away and put her dress in the hamper. He’d commit to memory the way she looked before she climbed into his lap back in the pilot’s seat and fell asleep with her hand tangled in his shirtfront and tentacles wrapped around him in four different directions.

And if she ever doubted herself again, so would she.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #fanfic #tbb tech #tech smut #monster fucker #song of the sea

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jedipoodoo · 1 year

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Hello! First I want to say I love your fics with the bad batch and their kids.They always cheer me up if I'm feeling sad.🥰 Though I was also wondering if you were still planning to do a third part to the fives and echo kids series. If not I totally understand!

HI BOO THANKS FOR THE ASK I LOVE WRITING THE BATCH WITH KIDS SM OF COURSE I'M DOING A THIRD PART WITH ECHO AND FIVES

Part One & Part Two

Echo perked up when he hear the sound of his son's voice. Hard at work helping Tech load the Marauder, he pretended not to hear until his Iv'ika was right behind him, launching himself into the air with chubby legs, and Echo spun around to cradle his Iv'ika close to his chest.

"Spin, Boo, spin!" Ives demanded. Echo couldn't say no, spinning him around and around until he was certain Ives was ready to throw up.

Father and son laughed as Echo took a few wobbly steps to regain his balance.

"Now where's your Mama?" he asked, almost wistfully. Ives shook his head with a giggle.

"Is... Is that him?"

Echo looked up. The man's voice was familiar and alien all at the same time, but the face was etched into his every dream, nightmare and otherwise.

The face of a brother.

He stood with Echo's wife, and another woman who cradled a baby in her own sling. A tuft of jet-black hair was just barely visible over the cloth.

The familiar face was tanned and leathery from work in the sun without a helmet, kind of like Cut's. His dark hair tickled his ears and blended in with his beard and mustache that would completely disguise the fact that he was a clone to the untrained eye.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost, which was a reaction to his appearance Echo had become quite accustomed to.

"Cyare," Echo gently set Ives on the ground, and he faintly became aware of the Batch slowly gathering to greet the newcomers. His Cyare came and gently took him by the arm, leading him to this brother.

"Echo-"

Before she could say anything else, the strange brother threw his arms around Echo and sobbed. He was squeezed so tightly Echo couldn't help but hug back.

"You're alive, I can't believe you're alive!" He gasped.

"S-somehow," Echo stammered out with a nervous laugh. He had no idea who this was- maybe Boil or Waxer? -until the brother pulled his hair back, revealing the number five tattooed to the side of his head.

It felt like a punch to the gut. Echo couldn't speak, and he stopped breathing.

"Echo," His brother said.

"Fives!" Echo threw his arms around Fives, holding him tightly. He buried his face in his brother's chest and gripped the back of his shirt tightly. Was this a dream? It was too good to be true. If he opened his eyes, would Fives disappear from his arms?

But Fives didn't disappear. He placed a hand on the back of Echo's neck, resting his forehead against the top of Echo's head.

"You look like sith warmed over," He said once his throat had cleared.

Echo laughed, keeping his face buried in Fives' shoulder. He smelled like sun-warmed hay and star fruit. He felt alive.

"And you look like a nerf-herder."

Fives shook his hair against Echo's face, and Echo heard his Cyare laughing. And then the baby started fussing.

"Oh," Fives stood up, clutching Echo's shoulders, "I want you to meet my wife."

Wife. Fives already knew Echo's Cyare, and his son from the way Ives was clinging to his leg. Echo felt a split-second surge of jealousy that was promptly squashed by the sheer joy that his brother was alive.

"And this," Fives took the squirming, chubby infant from his wife, holding him out to Echo, "This is Hevy. Our baby boy."

Echo paused. Fives was alive. He had a son, a son named after Hevy. He had a wife. Fives was alive.

Echo's Cyare gently arranged his arms so that he could hold baby Hevy, his head resting in the elbow of Echo's scomp arm. This could have been what his Fiv'ika looked like as a baby.

Hevy's big brown eyes binked up at Echo.

"Hey, ad'ika," Echo whispered. He brushed a few curls away from his face, but Hevy grabbed his finger and held it tight.

"Wanna see! Wanna see Boo!" Ives jumped up and down, trying to grab the baby's blanky. Fives scooped his namesake up into his arms, holding him up to see baby Hevy.

"See, Iv'ika," Echo said, "This is your cousin."

#lizart writes #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #clone Wars fives #tbb echo #the bad batch echo #hevy ii #fives junior #my ocs #dad batch #clone babies

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kiffobaby · 29 days

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ECHO

I AM WORRIED ABOUT HIM

HE BETTER LIVE THROUGH THIS SHOW I SWEAR TO GOD

DON'T KILL HIM

THEN BRING HIM BACK

THEN KILL HIM AGAIN

LET MY MAN LIVE A HAPPY ENOUGH LIFE

Also, I noticed in the most recent episode he's looking more man than machine - no ear cuffs and he SPOILER got a hand finally that allows him to remove so he can still scomp in. It's almost like he's healing and coming to terms with himself as a cyborg. I am so scared his scomp is going to get stuck and he won't be able to escape and they will kill him again.

Please god no he's my favourite. He always has been.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Okay. So, this is a bit weird. But maybe the Bad Batch (+ Gregor?) when their s/o is VERY protective over their baby when it's born? Even though it's the Batcher's kid too, s/o stares intently at them holding baby to make sure nothing bad happens, won't leave the baby's side, can hardly sleep because they are so on edge about something happening to baby when they aren't around, and is wary and tense about Batcher taking care of them?

I mean, I know the boys would do a good job, but I find myself doing this with my little brother when we was younger, my cousins, and friends kids - I get so overprotective because I'm scared something will happen, and anyone other than me and the Mom, I can get...pissy/snarly/angry when baby and I are separated. I have absolutely no clue why this happens?

But if it's not too much trouble, I would love to know how the boys would react. I am...a spicy, hot mess sometimes 😅

Aloha! 😊

I've heard of this phenomenon before, but I don't know exactly where it comes from. Though, I think it's called 'postpartum maternal separation anxiety' or it is a form of it.

I should utter a warning, I have no idea (experience) about motherhood, or parenthood (and I don't want to 😅 ), at least not first hand!

Nevertheless, I could be able to estimate how the boys react to it. Let me see… Most of this is not going to be very fluffy though. Sorry, I'm trying 😅

The Bad Batch/ Gregor x Reader HCs - The Overprotective Parent

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Warning: Angsty/Tiny bit of fluff and comfort

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Hunter

He is so confused that he says nothing at first when you carefully but impatiently take the baby out of his arms.

"Is something wrong?" he finally asks alertly.

"Everything's fine."

Hunter frowns, clearly sensing something is wrong, as he approaches you and the child again to touch it, you pull back from him.

"This is my child too," he says calmly but with his brows drawn together critically, "What do you think will happen if I touch it?"

You sigh and finally try to explain to him what is going on inside you. That you're worried and anxious if you don't take care of it yourself.

"We need to work on that" Hunter says seriously "It's our child, I'm the father, you can't keep it from me, it's not right or fair. You know me, I would never harm our baby".

Of course the rational part of your perception knows this, but there is unfortunately also an irrational part that sometimes takes control. You will have to find a way to deal with this together. Hunter is a good partner and father, he will not want to have his time with his child taken away. If you can't find a common ground on your own, it could have a very negative impact on your relationship.

However, Hunter is willing to accommodate you in some way if you are willing to do the same and perhaps allow outside help, possibly in a therapeutic form.

Echo

Your reaction surprises him, and he vacillates somewhat between confusion, annoyance, and concern.

"You're acting like you don't trust me all of a sudden. Is it the prosthesis? Are you afraid I'll drop the kid?" he asks, frowning critically.

"Among other things," you reluctantly admit.

Seeing how this statement hurts him, you regret saying something. He looks at you wide-eyed, then lowers his gaze to his scomp-link arm. Echo doesn't quite know if he's disappointed or angry.

"So I never get to hold our child?" he asks, and his voice has taken on a strange tone that you haven't heard from him before, there's something somber about it.

When he looks at you again his expression is bitter, "You can't deny me that, I've never given you a reason to mistrust me, this is my child too".

You try to explain to him how worried and insecure you are about the baby, in general, not just about him. His expression slowly softens a bit, and he seems to understand, at least partially.

"We'll have to do something about that. Maybe we should ask a doctor for advice"

Echo tries to be understanding, even if in this case he actually finds it difficult for once. He is determined to find a solution that you both can be happy with.

Wrecker

He is already overcautious because the baby is so tiny and he is so huge. It feels strange for him to have this small, wonderful but so fragile looking being in his life. Wrecker is overjoyed to be a father but a little insecure at the same time. Your behavior fuels this insecurity.

He withdraws unhappily, observes the child mostly only with some distance, and you can see how deeply sad he is about not being able to approach his baby properly. Your behavior, and his insecurity, mix into a very bitter cocktail for Wrecker.

Eventually, his brothers notice the pattern and intervene, insisting that you give Wrecker a chance to hold his child. When it becomes clear what this is doing to you, Hunter insists that you seek medical as well as therapeutic help. He can no longer stand by and watch Wrecker suffer.

You need to communicate, so he understands you don't feel like this on purpose, that you can't help it. He'll be happy to find a solution with you.

Tech

He notices your behavior very quickly and doesn't like it at all.

"You are overreacting. I am perfectly capable of taking care of our baby. What's your issue?"

Your explanation makes him frown worriedly as well as thoughtfully. Tech quickly does some research and concludes, "You have some form of 'postpartum maternal separation anxiety'. We need to do something about that."

He knows it's hard for you, but you both have to go through it now.

"I'm not comfortable knowing how uncomfortable you feel seeing me with the child. Actually, I had hoped that the opposite would be the case, that it would make you happy. But I'm certainly not going to give up our baby. So we have to do something. Therapy seems not only appropriate, but necessary if we're going to get this out of the way."

Tech will not back down on this. He tries to be as considerate as possible, but he has a hard time hiding his disappointment. However, he is hopeful that with professional help, you can both get relief from this situation.

Crosshair

He never wanted to become a father, and he has a hard time getting used to this situation. Pride, happiness and a good portion of fear and insecurity mix. Crosshair keeps his distance at first, observing everything carefully, thoughtfully, but also with a loving eye.

It takes quite a while, but when he finally comes out of his shell and takes the baby in his arms, you react quite strongly, partly because it is unexpected due to his previous behavior. Crosshair carefully puts the baby back down, and you see that he is holding back right now, but is incredibly angry.

He doesn't want to confront you in the presence of the child and initially retreats to let off steam. Crosshair feels patronized, discouraged and incredibly angry. You end up arguing quite heatedly, because he can't really understand what you're trying to explain to him, until you present him with some articles that can explain the whole thing more objectively.

He reluctantly reads what you've presented, wearily rubs his hand over his face with a sigh, and leans back in his chair. Finally, he understands, you can't really help it right now.

"Somehow, nothing is ever normal with us, is it?", he mutters.

You shrug your shoulders in embarrassment and lean back in your chair as well, across from him at the small dining table you're sitting at.

Crosshair finally leans forward again, arms folded on the tabletop, and looks directly at you.

"Kitten, I love you, I hope you know that. But this is a non-tolerable situation for me. We need to find a solution. I'm having a hard enough time adjusting to all this as it is. Maybe we need professional help from the outside."

Gregor

He raises his brows and looks at you in surprise as you take the child from his arms.

"Is something wrong?"

It doesn't matter what you say, he'll notice that you're avoiding him or trying to cover something up, he has a sense for that kind of thing. Gregor won't let the subject rest until you talk to him openly about it.

"Love, this is my baby too, it's our baby. You trust me, don't you?"

"That's not the point"

"Then what is it about?" he inquires gently but firmly.

Gregor listens attentively, trying to understand you, and he quickly realizes that a lot of work is needed here, and perhaps professional guidance. You are surprised when you see him smile, unperturbed, and he strokes your cheek.

"Okay, so we've discovered a problem. Let's set out to find the solution, together."

He's in good spirits, he won't give up that easily, it's not in Gregor's nature. He is sure that together, with a little willpower and cooperation, you will find a solution that is right for both of you.

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

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yeehawgeek · 30 days

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liveblogging my reaction to s3 e14

rampart is such a whiny lol bitch already

wrecker shoving rampart

god i love him

howd they know about the batch sneaking onto the station

hemlock i’m gonna personally give you rabies

“monitor the children in my absence.” “your concerns for the specimens is unwarranted” bitch stfu

“they found me” “who?” “my brothers” omega i love you baby girl

tech would be proud of hunters flying

i never thought i’d hear rampart scream like that but it’s great

rampart, you lil bitch (affectionate?)

echo with his lil scomp arm i cant

he looks goofy with just the scomp out

“hemlocks orders.” “fine 🙄”

crosshairs hand trembling 😭

“but omega didn’t leave me behind when she could’ve” CROSSHAIR I-

“did rampart survive?” “unfortunately, yes” the bad batch is a comedy

ECHO FINALLY GOT A HAND

also not the fucking pun

uh oh echos in

“im counting on you” ok ezra

cross please shoot rampart

ramparts gonna get eaten

WOW dr. bitch i hate you

oh shit zillo beast?

uh oh omega zoom

oh my god baby girl is gonna give me a heart attack

emerie knows

uh oh

OMG SHES GONNA HELP?

SIDBEIBDJEHEIEBEIENEEBEOWN

ECHO PLEASE KICK ASS

THAT WAS FUCKING IT?????????

#tbb #tbb spoilers

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ghostfives · 2 years

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The Reg and the Sergeant

The request: Ok so I got a request idea, more Echo x Hunter focused. Newly welcomed to the batch Echo discovers his new sergeant is pregnant (kaminoan experiment maybe, no father, but def baby Omega) and he gets extremely protective and loving 👉👈

A/N: This was requested by @inkyrebel, I hope you like it! I’m always so happy to get your mpreg Hunter requests!

It’s when they’re changing that Echo notices it, and even then he’s not sure how he didn’t with the armor on. His sergeant is pregnant! He had just joined, but can’t believe he never noticed during the fight.

Echo gets a feeling in his chest, staring at Hunter’s swollen belly with wide eyes. He never thought… he had a crush on Hunter, but he never thought that the sergeant would be…

“Pregnant.”

Echo startles, looking at Hunter who has a raised brow at him, gently rubbing the bump. “I’m pregnant, Kaminoan experiment but I love her.” He looks at Echo with nervous eyes.

Echo gulps and nods. “Of course, I wouldn’t say anything Hunter. Nothing wrong with being pregnant, it’s part of our biology.”

Hunter nods. “I won’t be on missions any longer… probably shouldn’t have been on this one.” He says before yawning. “I’m heading to bed, sleep well Echo.” Hunter then walks away to his room.

Echo’s heart beats heavily in his chest, and he realizes… he’s in love with Hunter, and wants to protect his pregnant sergeant from everything.

xxx

Hunter huffs as he waddles through the halls of Kamino, seven months pregnant now with a worried Echo following behind him. He’s noticed that their newest member has been protective of him ever since finding out about his girl.

“Echo stop! I’m fine!” Hunter yells, startling Echo who freezes. “Oh… I’m sorry.” He says softly, turning and walking away.

Hunter frowns, sighing and going after him, pulling Echo into a room. “I’m sorry, but why are you so protective?” He asks, wanting to get to the bottom of this. He’s worried about Echo, not just because he has a crush on the Reg, but because he wants everyone on his team safe.

Echo frowns, looking away. “Well… I like you.” He says softly, blushing a bit. “Like I wanna date you, but… but no one would really ever want to date me. I wanna protect you and the baby, must be Jango genes or something.” He explains, staring down at his feet and not making eye contact with Hunter.

Hunter’s eyes widen and his mouth goes dry, he can’t believe it, not at all. He doesn’t have the words, so he pulls Echo into a deep kiss, gently licking his lips for entrance, which Echo’s small gasp grant’s him.He pulls away when they both need air. “I like you too, and I wanna date you if you… don’t mind this?” Hunter rubs his belly.

Echo’s mouth hangs open after the kiss, and he immediately shakes his head. “I don’t care, I don’t mind being a dad… I can do it. But you don’t mind this?” He gestures to all of him.

“Of course not.” Hunter promises, pulling Echo close and taking his scomp, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. “I love every last piece of you.”

Echo tears up, blinking the tears away. “Want to watch a movie with me?” He asks softly, going to place his hand on Hunter’s belly, but stops himself. He doesn't want to do too much so soon.

“I’d love to.” Hunter smiles, starting to lead Echo over to the batch’s room, and gently pulls Echo’s hand onto his belly, feeling Omega moving to kick at the hand. “I love you, you can touch my belly whenever you like, Echo. No need to be afraid” He promises.

Echo nods, following Hunter as he tries not to cry, hardly believing this is happening. It feels so unreal. They both settle onto Hunter’s bunk after changing into pajamas and start a movie of Hunter’s choice, since Echo insisted.

“Let’s cuddle, Echo.” Hunter whispers, pulling Echo close.

Echo hums and curls close, gently rubbing Hunter’s belly, feeling how tight the buttons are. He’s already planning to buy him a new pair of pajamas, a bigger size. He then settles in to watch the movie, sighing happily as he cuddles with Hunter.

It’s halfway through the movie that Hunter groans softly, when theres suddenly a ping. Echo looks at him. “What…?”

Hunter blushes. “The baby kicked… it popped a button.” He says softly, and when Echo looks down there is indeed a spot of skin showing where the button popped off.

“I think these are too small.” Echo says softly, gently pecking Hunter’s head as he rubs the smooth, warm skin of the spot, feeling another kick.

“I know.” Hunter sighs softly, rubbing his belly as he tears up from embarrassment. “Was in denial, didnt want to believe I’m… I’m that big.” He whimpers, getting emotional and trying to hold the tears back is making it worse.

“Oh Hunter.”Echo slides his fingers under his chin, lifting Hunter’s chin so that he can kiss his lips gently. “That’s okay, I’ll buy you a bigger pair that fits just right. You’re self conscious, and that’s okay. But you are so beautiful, and your belly just adds to your beauty as it get’s bigger.” He assures, pressing soft kisses to Hunter’s lips.

Hunter sniffles. “Thanks Echo.” He mumbles, kissing back gently as tears flow gently down his cheeks.

Echo smiles. “No thanks necessary. Now lets get you comfy and this shirt off a bit.” He gently starts undoing the buttons until they're all off and Hunter’s large belly is poking through in all its glory.

Hunter sigh’s softly in bliss. “Much better… don’t even care I’m practically shirtless except for the sleeves and sides.” He mumbles. “Now cuddles and more movie? Please and thank you, Echo?” he begs quietly, looking up at Echo with wide eyes.

“Yes, more movie.” Echo coos softly, pulling Hunter close into the side and gently rubbing his belly and pressing the gentlest kisses to Hunter’s head as they curl up together, perfectly content.

That’s how they're found a few hours later by the bad batch, both fast asleep. A blanket is gently tucked around them as the brother’s settle silently in their own bunks, the mutual understanding to have an early night, and leave the two oldest ones to rest.

They deserve it.

#mpreg #my writing #the bad batch #mpreg Hunter #Hunter x Echo

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cafeacademic · 3 years

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Hi! Huge fan of your work on Ao3, recently came to Tumblr to make sure I'm keeping up with your writing! Would love to request Prompt #28 or #73 with our Sweet Boy Wrecker taking care of a very bratty medic while she's sick. 🥰

Echo is such a sweet boy and I love him with all my heart. Also I ended up using both prompts because I thought they were both so good. Hope you enjoy my dear!

Feverish

Ao3 link above

Pairing: Echo x Reader

Rating: Explicit (back minors back!)

Warnings: PiV sex, sharing a bed, light teasing, use of the word sir, inappropriate use of a scomp link

Word Count: 2.5k (remember when these were supposed to be drabbles?)

Note: I personally hc Echo with a dick but he has all his canon prosthetics otherwise

You sniffled as you drug your tired body up to the main hull of the ship, trying desperately to brew a cup of caf. Your whole body felt sluggish and weak, and your endless coughing had kept you up most of the night. As you looked up to the cockpit, you saw five pairs of eyes watching you with concern.

“You look like shit,” Crosshair said, and you mustered up enough energy to flip him an obscene gesture. Tech winced as you launched into another coughing fit, and Wrecker had to spring from his seat to catch the mug you dropped while trying to grab it from the cabinet.

“M’fine,” you grumbled but couldn't find the strength to fend off Tech as he approached you with a thermometer he stole from your medkit. “Hey, is that mine?”

“Open,” he said, trying to prod the thermometer under your tongue.

“Bet you all wish you got to say that to me more often, huh?” you tried to joke, but Tech took advantage of your words and stuck the thermometer in your mouth. You pouted around the device.

“Jesus,” Echo breathed as he peeked over his brother’s shoulder at the display on the device. Tech read the numbers before taking a hefty step back. “You’re burning up,”

“I said I’m fine. Just a little cough. I’ve dealt with worse,” you protested, but you slumped gratefully into Echo’s arms when he came to stand beside you.

“Why don’t we get you back to bed, huh?” Hunter said, and Echo nodded in agreement. You opened your mouth to complain, but you were slung easily over Echo’s shoulder before you could get any words out. You tried to swing your fists against his back, but it seemed like far too much effort for you to move, so you resigned yourself to your fate.

When you were back in your room, Echo lowered you gently onto the bed and grabbed some spare blankets from a storage cubby. You were shivering now, your fever finally getting to you.

“Echo, I’m cold,” you said quietly.

“I know, I’m getting you some blankets, sweetheart,” he froze when the pet name escaped him, but you seemed too tired to notice. He wrapped the blankets around you tightly and you snuggled into the warmth they provided. “Are you going to be alright?”

“I am alright! You don’t have to baby me,” your words were already slightly fuzzy from sleep, and you fell into a gentle rest almost as soon as the words left your lips. Echo waited at the side of your bed until he was sure you had completely drifted off. He watched you for a moment as you slept, enjoying the way the tension seemed to melt from your face. Tech knocked gently on your door, and Echo gave you one last look before slipping out of the room.

“I got her some medicine for when she wakes up,” Tech said, pressing a small canister of pills into Echo’s hand. “Make sure she drinks lots of fluids as well. I believe she should be better by morning,”

“Thanks,” Echo replied, and Tech nodded before leaving for the cockpit once more. With one last glance to your door, Echo retreated to his own bunk; he didn’t sleep very much the previous night, and they were still set to be in hyperspace for another uneventful day. He set the canister of pills in the small cubby by his bed before flopping into his own bunk and trying to get some sleep.

The first thing he noticed was the sound of rustling, and Echo figured that it was just one of the other boys trying to get some sleep as well. That was until he felt the presence of another person beside him. He shot up straight and looked over to see you, a pile of blankets in hand, trying to sneak your way into the bunk.

“What are you doing?” he asked, still not fully comprehending what he was seeing.

“M’still cold. Move over,” you explained unhelpfully.

“Do you know this isn’t your bunk?” Echo said, and you nodded, tossing your pile of blankets onto his lap.

“You’re warm. I don’t care that it’s your bunk, scoot over,” you said, and Echo incredulously shifted closer to the wall. As you snuggled into the bed beside him, he reached for the container Tech had given him earlier.

“Here, take these before you go back to sleep,” he said, and you grumbled, but took the pills nonetheless. Echo couldn’t help focus on the way your throat bobbed as you took the pills but quickly shook the thoughts away.

“Go back to sleep,” you said as if you weren’t the one who woke him up in the first place. You grabbed his left arm and wrapped it around your shoulders, and Echo could feel the way you were still shivering from your fever. As best he could with his scomp link, he rearranged the blankets to provide you with more warmth, before letting your steady breathing lull him back to sleep.

Echo awoke several hours later to you stirring beside him. You had stopped shivering, and when he freed his hand enough to press it to your forehead, it had returned to a normal temperature. In your sleep, you had curled even further into his side, your chest now pressed firmly against his own bare torso. Through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt, he could feel the swell of your breasts shift with every steady breath. His cock twitched in his blacks, and Echo firmly ignored the thoughts that invaded his head.

“Echo?” your voice was soft and thick with sleep as you called out, hand flailing to search for him. He caught your hand and squeezed it gently, letting you slowly pull yourself awake.

“I’m here. Are you feeling better?” he asked. He could see you nod in the dim light of the room, and he remembered what Tech had mentioned earlier. Ignoring your whine of protest, he fully pulled his arm out from under you and fumbled around by the bed for a bottle of water. He handed the metal container to you expectantly. “Drink.”

“I’m not thirsty,” you replied petulantly.

“Water will help you feel better,” Echo said. “Now, drink,”

“Yes, sir,” you grumbled sarcastically, snatching the bottle from him and tipping the contents back into your throat. Echo froze in place, gaping at you. If having you pressed so close to him hadn’t already stirred up inappropriate thoughts, hearing you refer to him with an honorific sure did.

“Osik, sweetheart. Call me sir again,” he breathed out, and you choked on your water. He blinked in panic; did he say that out loud? The two of you sat in awkward silence for a minute, trying to process what had just happened. Finally, you broke the tension.

“You’re gonna have to earn that title, sir,” you said in a teasing lilt. Echo knew you must be feeling better since you would never have teased him like that if you were still sick. Now, you were smiling at him, eyes deceptively innocent, and holy shit did you just call him Sir again?

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart,” he said, rolling on top of you and bracing himself on his metal arm, legs bracketing your own.

“I know what I’d like you to be getting into,” you challenged, and Echo snapped. He crashed his lips onto your own, swallowing your whimper. Eagerly, you let his tongue explore your mouth as his hand ran down your side. He tugged at the hem of your shirt and you threw it off, exposing your chest. Echo ran his thumb over your nipple; he couldn’t help but be enraptured by your tits, his hand eagerly gripping at the soft flesh. You moaned softly, and he connected your lips to muffle you again.

“Quiet, sweetheart. You’re gonna wake the whole ship,” he chastised, and you rolled your eyes. Echo pinched your nipple in retaliation to your brattiness, making you squeal.

“You’re mean,” you whined as Echo slid his hand further down, gripping a handful of the soft meat of your thigh.

“If I recall correctly, I let you sleep in my bed while you were sick because you said you were cold,” Echo said, though he wasn’t upset about the turn of events in the slightest. With how long he had been pining after you, he was furiously thanking whatever had made you sick in the first place. You started to argue back, but his fingers finally traced your slit, and whatever comment you were going to make got lost in a moan.

“Want you inside of me,” you said as you pulled him back down for another kiss. Echo smiled against your lips.

“What exactly do you want inside of you? My fingers?” he slid two thick digits into you easily, and he groaned at how wet you were already.

“That’s not what I meant,” you protested, but with the way he was curling his fingers so expertly, you almost didn’t want him to stop. “Fuck, Echo!”

“You’re going to have to ask for what you want, sweetheart,” he teased, thrusting his fingers in and out of you lazily. You whined as he leaned down to begin nipping at the skin of your neck, soothing his bites with his tongue.

“Want your cock, please sir!” you squealed as Echo brought his thumb up to massage your clit. Your hips jerked underneath him, and he groaned as he was granted some friction against his now fully hard cock.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said, withdrawing your fingers just as you were beginning to clench around him, mere moments away from your orgasm. You muttered a swear, but Echo was far too busy cleaning his fingers with his tongue to care. Once he had sufficiently tasted you, he quickly pulled down his pants letting his cock spring up against his bare chest. He couldn’t help the swell of pride when he saw your mouth drop open slightly.

“Holy shit, are all clones that hung?” you said, reaching out to grip his cock gently. Echo’s laugh turned into a low moan as you swiped your thumb over the head, gathering the bead of precome at the tip.

“I mean, I would assume,” he said, hips stuttering towards you as you stroked him. You smirked at his gasp when you trailed your hands down to cup his balls. “Fuck, wanna be inside you, sweetheart,”

“Well, hurry up then!” you said impatiently, before tacking on a snarky “sir,”

Echo groaned low in your ear as he pushed into you, his prosthetic holding his weight as he brought his left hand up to pull your face in for a kiss. Your needy whine was swallowed by his mouth, and he let you adjust to him for a moment before pulling out and slamming back in.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, and you dug your nails into his back as he set a steady pace. His eyes kept darting around, flicking between your face and your tits and then down to where the two of you were joined.

“Echo, holy shit,” you muttered. You could only force out semi-coherent sentences, but Echo seemed to get the message as he sped his hips up.

“Shit, mesh’la. So fucking pretty. Wanna make you fall apart under me over and over and over,” he rambled, thrusts getting slightly erratic. The orgasm you had been denied earlier was building back with full force, and you could feel yourself clench around Echo whenever he angled his hips just right to hit that spot inside of you.

“Please, Echo, wanna come,” you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him tighter against you. He pressed his lips to yours once more before pulling back and peppering teasing kisses down your jaw and neck.

“That’s not what you were calling me earlier, sweetheart,” he teased, and you shuddered at his tone. He gasped as he felt your walls flutter around him, but it was drowned out by your low moan.

“Please, sir. I’ve been so good, please let me come,” you begged, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes as you looked up at him. Echo smiled at your display and kissed you sweetly.

“Just one more thing, mesh’la. Been wanting to try this out,” he muttered, dropping his weight onto his left arm and guiding his scomp link between your legs. You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t question him too much. Not with the bruising pace he was keeping with his hips and the filth he was spewing in your ear.

He nestled his scomp link right against your clit and you yelped, the metal cold against your overheated body. Just as you were about to ask what he was doing, strong vibrations started rumbling through the metal and onto your clit. Your words turned into a loud moan as you came hard, the feeling of Echo fucking you and the surprise vibrations sending you hurtling over the edge. The way your walls clenched triggered Echo’s orgasm, and you felt him twitch inside you as he filled you up. When you started shaking for overstimulation, Echo finally turned off the vibrations.

“How the hell did you do that?” you panted as he pulled out of you, grabbing a cloth to clean the release dripping from between your legs.

“I’m honestly not sure. I’m still getting used to how this thing works,” he said a little sheepishly, discarding the cloth and pulling the blankets around the two of you once more. He spotted the half-empty bottle of water and nudged it towards you once more. “Drink,”

This time, you didn’t protest, all brattiness replaced by bone-deep exhaustion from your orgasm. You finished the bottle of water before curling into Echo’s side. He tried to adjust so that his metal arm wasn’t hurting you, but you waved him off.

“Doesn’t bother me. Just want to be here with you,” you beamed at him, eyes drooping slightly. Echo kissed your nose and you giggled at the display of affection.

“Rest, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning,” he said.

“I already feel better after doing that,” you teased, but when Echo started to reply, he noticed that your breathing had evened out and you had drifted back to sleep. He watched you lovingly until he felt his own eyes grow heavy, and he let your steady breathing lull him into an easy rest.

You woke up to the sound of Hunter shouting in the cockpit. The bed was cold beside you, and you felt around for your companion until Hunter’s words alerted you to his location.

“What do you mean you don’t know how you got sick? I think the whole damn system heard the two of you last night!”

#tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #tbb echo smut #tbb echo #tbb fanfic #tbb fanfiction #tbb smut #echo smut #the bad batch smut #bad batch echo #cafeacademics 104 celebration

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