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arctrooper69 · 2 months

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As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another" Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 5:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Hurt feelings and misunderstandings.

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You felt like you were going to throw up.

“....useful asset… reckless…. irritable… not a member of the team to me…”

You'd gotten back to the ship earlier than planned, entering quietly as not to wake Omega. You froze upon hearing your name in Hunter's voice and then in Tech’s. It felt wrong, listening in to a private conversation, but you couldn't stop the way your heart sped up, sending butterflies swirling about your stomach upon hearing Hunter's voice. He sounded confused, upset even. So against your better judgment, you stayed. Now you wished you hadn't.

Is that really what they think of me? Reckless, irresponsible. An asset.

Not even a member of the team. An asset.

You curled into the pillow, hidden away behind the thick curtains that Wrecker had hung around your bunk.

Probably so that they wouldn't have to see me - so that they can just forget I'm here until I'm useful.

Tears burned hot, soaking the pillow in a silent grief. It hurt. You thought you'd finally found a home - finally found where you belonged. Now you knew that was a lie.

First Hunter. Now the whole squad.

The jagged remains of wishful hope that still lingered in your chest fractured further, splintering like glass.

You could still see it clearly. Though it was only a glimpse caught in nanoseconds, the sight of it branded itself behind your eyes like a hot iron. Hunter and Tara, lips locked in a moment of passion. Her fingers tangled in his hair. His hand on her waist.

The datapad lying forgotten on the bunk at your feet chimed loudly, drawing you back into the moment with a start. Almost instinctively, your fingers curled into fists, hands shaking, nearly drawing blood as your fingernails dug against the skin of your palm, clenching ever tighter until the skin around your knuckles turned white. Another mission. Echo must’ve been out at Cid’s. You scrolled through the dossier he’d sent, annoyance flashing across your face. They’d already assumed you’d be ready and able like nothing had happened.

Nothing has happened - at least not to them.

It was so easy to forget that all the turbulence that boiled under your skin was simply a product of your own mind.

One more mission. One more day.

You’d give them this. One last mission because you couldn’t bear to let them down. No matter what they thought of you, the love you felt for this squad was still there scrambling in a desperately futile attempt to repair the shattered pieces of hope that stubbornly refused to leave. Hope like that was dangerous. You’d only get hurt again - yet it continued to fight back.

But what if…

No.

Could it have been a misunderstanding?

No. Stop.

Am I overreacting for nothing?

If you keep this up you’ll just end up worse than before. Just accept that you don’t belong here. One last mission then you’ll leave.

But I don’t want to go…

Yes you do. It’s better this way.

Taking a deep breath, you wiped your face and quickly headed to the fresher keeping your eyes down lest anyone see the telling red-rimmed, swollen eyes and splotchy patches adorning your face.

It’s all professional now. This is just another job. The mission comes before all else. Emotions get you killed.

The cool water soothed the heat of your skin. You stared into the mirror making no attempts to dry the wet dripping down your face, allowing it to wash away all evidence of hurt. It was surprisingly easy to allow yourself to slip back into the gruff bounty hunter facade you’d kept up for so long before joining the Batch.

Focus on the task at hand. Get the job done.

Sitting back down on the bed, you drew the curtains again and unlocked the small trunk that held what little belongings you had. Sitting inside was the trooper doll companion you were making for Omega - stuffed with one of Hunter's old bandanas. It was only half finished.

And probably won’t ever be now, you thought as you picked it up, fingers running gently over the soft material. The tears threatened to come again at the thought of a memory that was no longer yours to make.

Something stuck out from beneath an extra jacket. Against your better judgment, you pulled it out and sighed. A bittersweet nostalgia knotted your stomach. There you were beside Hunter - Omega squeezed between you, smiling proudly despite the grime that covered her tunic. It was her first training exercise. You smiled proudly down at her. Even Hunter sported some semblance of a grin.

The fingertips encroaching on the sides of the image denoted Wrecker as the camera operator. Tech and Echo engaged in ship repairs in the background.

What you wouldn't give to go back to that time. Everything seemed simpler then.

Swallowing hard, you put the holopic back at the bottom of the trunk, covering it fully with the jacket. You shoved the remainder of your supplies into your pack and shut the trunk, letting the lock click into place with a resounding finality.

Clenching your teeth, you took a deep breath. One more mission. One more day.

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ghostofskywalker · 4 months

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hi!! i love your writing so much!!

could i request a fake dating/undercover as a couple trope with hunter and a gender neutral reader? or just the prompt “Your flirting skills need work”

no pressure tho!! and thanks!!

hello! i'm so happy to hear you like my stories - thank you for the prompt and i hope you enjoy this one!!

words: 1,128

summary: in the middle of a crowded market on Ord Mantell, you have to get pretty up close and personal with Hunter. But it's only to make sure your covers aren't blown, what other reason would there be?

Play It Cool

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Hunter was a genetically modified soldier who possessed a strength you could only ever dream of, and who had been trained for most of his life to be a terrifyingly effective combat operative. His face tattoo and the vibroblade that never left his possession also contributed to his menacing demeanor, especially to those who had made the mistake of opposing the Bad Batch.

He was also a terrible actor.

Usually that wouldn’t be a problem, but this time was different, because you were currently clutching his (way too sweaty) palm as you walked through one of Ord Mantell’s crowded night markets. You just had barely been able to convince one of the local shopkeepers (a sweet old Togruta who sold hand-woven clothes) that you two were a couple, simply based on the fact that his body language and expression made it seem like he didn’t want to be there.

“Your flirting skills need some serious work,” you hissed as you let go of his hand for a moment to wipe it on your pants. You could have said something about his sweaty hands too, but you chose to hold your tongue this time. “Did they not cover this in all your special training?”

“No, they didn’t,” Hunter hissed back. “I don’t think the Kaminoans ever considered that we’d be working with any other person, because we didn’t even have a Jedi.”

“Well, you’re compromising this assignment, so you need to act like you’re in love with me,” you said lowly, wishing things were different right now. This mission may only be a simple information retrieval, but you still had to make sure that the two of you didn’t stick out (more than you already did) among the usual shoppers and passerby of this particular market. Hunter didn’t respond, but you caught a glimpse of an expression you couldn’t quite read cross his face. As much as you would have loved these roles to be real, you didn’t think that was ever going to happen.

You didn’t blame him for not noticing the fact that you had an obvious crush on him. The crushing grip of the Empire’s fist was only growing stronger by the day, and the Bad Batch had a target on their back for simply being who they were. And so when Cid had asked you to do this for her (and suggested that you pretend to play lovers), you couldn’t help the way you agreed, simply because you didn’t know if you would ever be able to live the real thing. However, you could have never expected just how awkward Hunter was when it came to this stuff.

A few minutes after you spoke to the Togrutan shopkeeper, you noticed a burly looking Rodian hovering around the outskirts of the market, which certainly struck you as odd for this particular setting. Rodians weren’t uncommon on Ord Mantell, but you usually saw them in groups, and the expression on this one’s face (and the fact that he seemed dressed for combat) certainly seemed concerning.

After a subtle nod in his direction, you and Hunter began to tail him from a safe distance. Soon however, a clear issue arose: the Rodian had gone down an alley, and it would be considerably more difficult to follow him without raising any kind of suspicion.

Unless of course, he believed you were in the alley for a completely different reason.

With a silent sigh, you resigned yourself to your fate and tried to think of the best way to explain to Hunter what you were about to do. Eventually, you decided that it was probably best not to say anything, and instead just hope to the Maker that he trusted you enough to make the best decisions, and that things wouldn’t be too awkward between you two once this whole evening had concluded.

He looked a little confused as you began to drag him into the alley, because he had clearly weighed the options (and the risk) here. “Trust me,” you whispered, silently hoping that this was the right thing to do. Positioning yourself against the outside wall of a nearby building, you squeezed Hunter’s hand a little tighter and pulled him towards you, all while listening for any snippets of conversation deeper down the alley.

“We can get that to you,” a gruff voice said, and you knew that this was likely the information you were sent here to get. “For 300.”

“Fine. How long is it going to take?”

“A couple rotations maybe, but I’m sure we can work something out if you need it quicker than that.”

In order to keep up the ruse, you couldn’t exactly be taking notes as you listened, but you tried to commit all of that to memory for later. You also hoped that neither party would re-trace their steps towards where you were currently standing, but you weren’t that lucky, and soon you were faced the impending reality of being found out.

“I’m going to do something, and I need you to trust me,” you whispered. Hunter had barely began to nod when the footsteps started to grow closed, and all you could do was grab his face and kiss him.

You weren’t a trained actor, if you wanted a kiss to look real it had to be real (to a certain extent). The shadows offered some form of cover for all this, but it wasn’t enough. You had originally planned to keep an ear out for any kind of trouble, but the fact that Hunter’s lips were so soft, and that you had been dreaming of this moment for quite some time, really made it hard to concentrate. That, and the fact that he had moved both his hands down to rest on your waist as he kissed you.

When you finally did pull away from him (and made sure the coast was clear), you immediately apologized. “I’m sorry for springing that on you, but we didn’t have that much time.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he said.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make things weird between us and-”

“Y/N,” he said, cutting you off. “Everything is fine.”

You nodded, not sure what else to say. You wanted to kiss him again, but now did not seem like the right time for that. All you could do was hope that one day you would be able to admit how you felt about him to his face, and that he felt the same way about you.

And as the two of you walked back through the market with the intention of heading back to Cid’s, you did realize one pretty important thing.

Hunter was still holding your hand, and it felt a lot more natural this time around.

- the end -

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nahoney22 · 1 year

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Hi, thanks for sharing my @techtalksfics yesterday, I fangirled a little hard because I love your writing so much 🙈🤍

If you have the time to do The 'You look absolutely irresistible right now' prompt with Tech that would be so amazing

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Tech X F!Reader

word count: 2k words

SFW

Prompt:

“You look absolutely irresistible right now.”

warnings: I went with fluff for this one because I thought the idea with this prompt was cute! So mainly fluff, hints of jealous Tech, reader has to be flirty for the mission, mutual pining, friends to lovers, reader is female and is wearing a gown. Not proofread.

Authors note: absolutely loved your fic! So hope you enjoy this one for you 💜 @adigressivedullard @techtalksfics (check out their work!)

Your nerves were palpable, no denying that. This was a mission you had never embarked on solo, and Cid had requested an attractive female to complete it, leaving you as the default choice. The weight of the task at hand seemed to settle heavily on your shoulders.

As Wrecker handed you your heels, purchased just an hour ago, you grumbled, "I don't know about this." Despite his reassuring words, you couldn't shake the unease in your gut. You put on your long sleeved gloves, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on your dress as you stood, feeling awkward and out of place.

"Why does the target have to have a thing for fancy parties?" You muttered miserably, but Hunter quickly answered,

"Because he has a thing for attractive ladies, and that's your chance to get closer and swipe his data." He scanned you from head to toe, his expression pleased with your appearance. "You look nice," he said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, but the truth was, being complimented by the boys felt great. You couldn't help but feel a little bit special. "I look silly," you replied, trying to downplay the compliments.

"You're only saying that because you're not used to it," Hunter said, folding his arms across his chest. "Want to run over the plan again?"

The thought of going over the plan made your stomach churn, so you quickly declined, "Nah, I think if I think too much about it I'll be sick. I should be fine though." You clutched your bag tightly, which contained everything you needed - a small blaster, earpiece, and a data collector.

Crosshair and Echo joined you, showering you with compliments and reassurances, but it was Tech's words that you yearned to hear the most. When he finally approached, buried in his datapad and relaying the briefing, every word made your heart race, not just because you were nervous, but because Tech was talking to you.

"If you can get the target to head into his office, the data should be in a stronghold box under his desk. If you can't find it, comm us, and we'll try to guide you." Your doubts about the mission's success began to creep in, and you asked, "What if it doesn't work, and he doesn't give me a second glance?"

Tech finally looked up at you, and his pupils dilated, making him feel as though his heart had momentarily stopped. "You look absolutely irresistible right now," he said, almost absentmindedly. His words left you stunned and his brothers wide-eyed, and it took Tech 2.75 seconds to realize what he had said.

A rush of blood flooded his cheeks as he added, "W-which is what is needed to pull off this mission." The compliment, though accidental, sent your heart fluttering.

The ship grew silent really quick as yourself and Tech stared across at each other, the others eyes flickering between the pair. The awkward silence is then broken when Omega comes bounding.

“Are we ready- why’s everyone so quiet?”

Suddenly it was like life was sucked into the room again and you cleared your throat, looking away from Tech despite being very flustered still.

“Yep! Let’s get this over with.”

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The mission was a resounding triumph, but for Tech, every moment was a trial. With the rest of the Batch, he had successfully hacked into the security systems of the building you entered, granting them the ability to monitor your movements and eavesdrop on your conversations.

As expected, particularly by Tech, you smoothly infiltrated the target's office. As he observed from behind a monitor, his jaw tightened with tension.

The man was engaging in flirtatious, slimy banter with you, and it was only natural that you would reciprocate (for the sake of the mission). Jealousy gnawed at him, a feeling he never imagined he would experience for someone, but he detested every second of this mission. If there had been any other option, he would have proposed it, but instead, he was forced to witness the object of his affection for months being pursued while donning the most opulent and ostentatious attire. He always believed you were a vision of beauty, no matter what you wore. But when he saw you in that moment in that gown, he was nearly, for the first time, struck dumb.

He winced inwardly at the slip of his tongue from before, the compliment being an accidental in his part but not at all false. You were indeed bewitching, a fact that was becoming evident as you and the others now celebrated at Cid's, clinking glasses and toasting to a job well done.

You're seated at one of the dingy booths in Cid’s bar, leisurely clinking glasses with Bolo and Ketch, when you cast your gaze upward to find Tech glancing over his shoulder in your direction, sat alone at the bar. Your heart starts pounding like a war drum in your chest, and you can only imagine why he was sitting by himself and not with you guys

“Go talk to him,” Crosshair prods you from the side, his arms firmly folded across his chest, a toothpick tucked between his lips.

You purse your lips, torn. “What if he was only being polite, trying to put me at ease about the mission?”

Crosshair removes the toothpick from his lips and tosses it onto the already cluttered floor, a staple at Cid’s. “Or, you could take a chance that he likes you back,” he adds, his tone both stern and encouraging.

You hadn’t upfront told Crosshair your feelings for Tech, he just assumed as he caught you ‘dreamily gawping’ as he said, at Tech.

“I don't know,” you murmur, still uncertain.

“Just do it.” He grunts, rolling his eyes with his tone stern but you knew it was just to push you in the right direction.

For a splash of luck, you take a fortifying gulp from your drink and stand, your palms sweating so you wipe them on your pants which you changed into after the mission.

Tech sits lost in thought, swirling the contents of his drink and staring intently at his datapad, when he hears a shuffling beside him. He looks up, struggling to contain his surprise at seeing you there.

“Hi Tech.” You greet softly, smiling over at him.

“Hello.” His reply is rather strained, his head instantly whipping down to look at his device again, breathing a little ragged.

You strum your fingers against the bar and ever so gently nudge his shoulder with your own. “You not going to make me one of your famous drinks tonight?”

Little did people know, Tech was quite the mixologist on the quiet. You learned this when it was just you and him at Cid’s and you watched him making some kind of concoction of drink. After he slid it over to you and had a taste, you were hooked and thus made you like him just a tiny bit more since he always made you a drink, without even asking.

“What would you like?” He asks, tilting his head to look at you before standing and moving round the side of the bar, grabbing a cup ready.

You hum teasingly, tapping your fingers against your chin as if to show in deep thought. “How about my usual?”

He smiles lightly, rather pleased that you didn’t seem embarrassed or put off by what he said prior. Although, it lingered on both of your minds. “Coming right up.”

You watch him at work but smile sadly as you see him fumble a few times, clearly his headspace is elsewhere. “So, what crazy mission do you think Cid will have us do next?”

“Hopefully one that pays well enough for us to move somewhere else.” His tone was a little off.

“Do you not like it here?”

“Let me correct myself,” he says, popping a straw in your drink before sliding it over, “I do not like doing missions for Cid.”

You hum in somewhat agreement and take a sip of your drink, sighing in delight after a long day. “Even today's mission?”

He blinks at you, drying slightly damp hands on a small towel. “Especially today.”

“Oh.” You’re taken aback at his bluntness, instantly fearing that you did something wrong. “Because of me?”

He didn’t need to be Hunter to sense your uneasiness and instantly gave you an apologetic glance. “You performed well and got the mission done. However I would have rather had someone go with you in case things got complicated.”

“But it didn’t?”

He nods. “I acknowledge that but like I said, I wish someone would have been there with you when the target was almost putting his hands on you.”

He goes off on a little bit of a tangent and the realisation struck you. Or so, you hoped what you were thinking was right. “Tech, were you jealous?”

He stilled, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as you caught him off guard once again. “Admittedly, yes.”

You wet your lips, eager to delve deeper into his admission. “May I ask why?”

He scrutinised your face, noticing its softness, and couldn't help but observe as you moistened your lips delicately. Clearing his throat, he began, “I did some research on the concept of jealousy and discovered it stems from a fear or concern over losing what one possesses. I don't claim to possess you nor would I ever want you to think that, but I cannot deny that the thought of hearing and seeing you engage in flirtation with another man...it caused me pain.”

You’re completely shocked by his words but stay silent, letting him continue. “Initially I knew you would be the perfect candidate for the mission but I was not aware you could possess a power that makes me breathless just by the sight of you. Which is often. In conclusion, I can only imagine that the target felt the same as I did.”

Tech pushes up his goggles up his nose, eyes trained on you to gauge your reaction to what he was saying but you remain unreadable.

“And when I mentioned you being irresistible, I meant every word. You are irresistible, again and again.”

You spoke his name softly, feeling as though your insides were turning to liquid as you basked in his words. “Are you saying you have feelings for me?”

He stands a little taller, chest puffed out as he braces himself for whatever your reaction may be. "’Feelings’ is a weak term. I love you, to be more precise.”

Now you're rendered speechless. A grin spreads across your face as you melted inside at his words. “I...I love you too, Tech,” you whispered, not wanting anyone else to overhear this intimate moment between you two. “I just didn't think you felt the same.”

He cocked his head, trying to contain the explosion of emotions inside of him as you voiced his greatest desire - your love for him. “Did I not make my intentions clear?”

“No,” you shake your head with a laugh, “of course not.”

“Oh.” He responds, unsure what to do now at this moment in time after confessing his love for you. “I am unsure what the next approach is. I would ask you if you’d like a drink but that is something I already have taken care of.”

You think for a moment and after today, you felt like you were on a winning streak anyway. So, why not top it off?

“We could seal it with a kiss, if you’d like?”

You watch him as his eyes slowly get comically wider at your bold suggestion but not once was he going to refuse. “I would like that very much.” He replies, voice a little husky.

He leans forward a little, as did you, both leaning over the bar until your lips touch in a sweet and tender moment. Your heart skips a beat and you sigh softly against his firm yet soft lips as he lets the kiss linger for a moment before he pulls back, cheeks ablaze.

“Tech?”

“Hm?” He asks with hooded eyes, still reeling from the revelation.

“I think you’re pretty irresistible too.”

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kaminocasey · 10 months

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Joyride Part 2

Summary: Can you talk your way out of trouble or are you going to go head to head with Cad Bane? Will you get that shower with Hunter that he promised???

Pairing: Hunter x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, Angst, Unprotected P in V (wrap it up friends), shower sex, Fluff AND Smut AT THE SAME TIME???? Romantic!Hunter.

WC: 4.5K

A/N: Sorry this took a hot ass minute. I hope I made up for it though. I've been thinking about this man literally NONSTOP.

Part One │ Taglist Form

Six months ago.

“Kriff… There’s no way out…” Hunter grunts, shining his flashlight throughout the room.

You put your hand up to shield your eyes as he shines it in your direction, turning around and then notice something you’d all missed.

“If there’s no way out of this building, then where are they headed?” You ask Hunter as you nod toward the large womp rats scurrying through the room behind some crates.

You quickly walk over and start pushing them out of the way, Wrecker quickly coming to move the heavier ones for you. You smile up at the large man, pleased, when you find a large enough opening that’s definitely going to be your way out.

“What, do you want a cookie?” Hunter asks and you shoot him a glare.

“Asshole.” You mumble under your breath, knowing he can hear you anyway.

“Ignoring that.” He whispers in your ear, as he walks past to inspect the opening.

You ignore the slight warmth that runs from head to toe from his low, gruff voice. Ugh. Hunter truly irritates you so much, it's a wonder either of you get anything done.

“Let’s get moving.” Hunter tells the group and once everyone goes through the opening down into some sort of sewer system, Hunter offers his hand to help you down, tilting his helmet at you.

You bat his hand away and jump. But you can’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like in yours.

Present, Lower Levels of Coruscant

“If you touch her, I will rip your throat out.” Hunter’s voice brings you back to the present. You’re still on the garage floor, you realize, your muscles still not strong enough to pull you up just yet. When you try to open your eyes, you feel a cool finger trace down your bare neck and you understand now that Hunter was speaking to whoever the owner of the finger was.

“I told you, one wrong move and I’ll blast her, didn’t I?” A low drawled voice speaks, evenly and calmly. “Now, you’re going to tell me where Cid is and I’m gonna let this pretty little thing go and then you two can be on your way.”

You know that voice… And with knowing that voice, you know you’ve met your match.

Cad Bane… Of course. Why not make your life harder? Maker, you really hate being stunned.

“Nevarro.” You finally open your eyes, looking up at him. “She’s on Nevarro.”

“Ah, little lady’s awake.” Cad Bane pulls you up by your dress strap and Hunter struggles against the two men holding him back.

“Relax.” You whisper quiet enough that Cad can’t hear you but you know that Hunter can.

He stops struggling and settles, looking at you with an expression of concern.

“Proof?” Cad asks.

“She’s making a trade deal with Arua Stullie. Something about Imperial weaponry.” You lie as coolly as you can.

“And what does Arua Stullie want with Imperial weapons?” Cad holds the blaster to your neck and Hunter looks like he’s seriously about to run for Bane and rip his teeth out.

You’ve never seen Hunter look so furious. Hunter isn’t a good liar though. It’s definitely one of his biggest flaws. In fact, none of the Batch are good at lying. Almost humorously so. Except right now.

Lucky for you, Cid taught you how to lie, steal, cheat, gamble, etc. Basically anything that a morally good person wouldn’t do, you were taught the opposite.

“Arua’s planning an attack on some Imperial vessel. Cid came into the weapons yesterday from some rogue Mandos. Don’t know much more than that.” You shrug, keeping your voice steady.

“That true, handsome?” Cad asks Hunter.

Hunter nods, still glaring, and Cad’s quiet for a moment before letting your dress strap go and dropping you to the floor.

“Alright. I believe you.” Cad sighs. “You can go.”

“Wow, thanks so much for your incredible hospitality.” You glare up at him as Hunter rushes to you.

“Next time you plan on crossing my path, don’t.” Cad warns you.

It’s not that you’re necessarily afraid of Cad Bane. He’s just serious about his money and you probably should count yourself lucky that he let you go.

“Yeah, no worries.” You grunt.

Cad and whoever these thugs are make out like bandits and Hunter looks at you for a moment, searching your eyes as he gently cups your face. His hands are so warm against your skin. Or maybe your cheeks are warm from the way he’s looking at you so softly right now.

“Are you alright?” He whispers.

You nod. “I’m fine.”

“You ever lie to me like that?” He smirks. “You’re scarily good at it.”

“Not necessarily.” You grin and he rests his forehead against yours. “I have no reason to lie to you, sarge.”

When he stands up, he helps you up and then leads you into the Marauder, shutting the hatch and locking it. You look at him curiously as he guides you back toward the shower.

“You’re so brave, it never ceases to amaze me.” He pushes you up against the durasteel wall next to the fresher, nuzzling his nose against your neck, breathing you in.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he places a soft kiss to your neck and he lets out a breathy laugh, smiling.

“Can I admit something?” He asks, quietly.

“Of course.” You whisper, afraid if you move, this moment will go away.

“When we’re in tough… or scary… spots on missions, I listen to your heartbeat to calm myself. It’s rarely ever above 65 beats per minute… You’re always so calm in tricky situations.” He admits, pulling away to look at you.

That’s funny because you feel like your heart is beating right out of your chest. “And now?”

You place his hand over your heart and he kisses you. You rest your hand on his neck, pulling him closer as his free hand grips your hip.

“One-ten.” He smiles against your lips.

“Yeah, that checks out.” You laugh.

Hunter grins and then opens the fresher door, pulling you inside.

“Permission to take this off?” He whispers, trailing his fingers down the silk material.

You nod, looking up into his warm brown eyes. “Please.”

He smiles and then turns you around so you’re facing the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror with him behind you.

“Pretty dress, by the way. I regret not telling you that before the casino mishap.” He smirks at you in the reflection of the mirror. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You feel yourself go warm in the face. “Earlier… my dress slid up my thigh a little bit and you walked away.”

“Yeah, I got fucking hard and thought I was gonna lose it…” He whispers in your ear, kissing just below it.

Goosebumps trail down your entire body as his fingers slide your zipper down. He notices as he runs his fingers down your bare back and a full shudder ripples through your body.

“Nervous?” He murmurs. His eyes stare into yours in the mirror.

You shake your head and he lets the fabric fall to the floor.

“And here I was thinking you were a good liar.” He turns you around and lifts you up, sitting you on the sink.

“You caught me.” You whisper, smiling softly.

His lips capture yours again and you moan against his. Hunter’s hands grip your thighs in the most delicious way and you find yourself never wanting him to let go of you.

“Don’t be nervous, cyar’ika. I’ve got you.” He promises you, softly.

“I trust you.” You promise him back.

Trust is a big thing for you. You think he knows that.

“You’re too clothed.” You murmur against his lips. “You’re right.” He agrees, pulling away to unbutton his shirt, revealing his gold chain and the continued skeleton tattoo that travels down his torso, disappearing into his pants.

You gulp loudly, even to your own ears and judging by his smirk as he looks down while undressing, you know he heard it too.

“I knew it.” You gasp when he starts to pull his pants down, revealing the femur tattoo that descends into a fibula tattoo and down to his foot.

“Knew what?” He looks up at you finally, his brown eyes making you go hot all over.

“That the skull tattoo wasn’t just a skull. I figured that it probably-” You start babbling but he cuts you off by crushing his lips to yours.

You moan softly against his lips and he starts to pull your underwear down. The moment they hit the floor, he inhales and grips your thighs roughly.

Oh… he smells you, doesn’t he? Fuck… why is that so hot?

Oh fuck, can he always smell you when you’re-

“You have no idea what you do to me…” His lips find your neck, breaking you out of your thoughts, and then your shoulder, and then he’s pushing you back slightly so his lips can latch onto your pert nipples, begging for attention.

With one hand still gripping your thigh, he reaches into the shower and starts the water. Honestly, you didn’t know the man could multitask so well. The thought makes you chuckle and he lets go of your nipple with a ‘pop’ and looks down at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing.”

He nods, clearly unconvinced, with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Right.”

His hand that was gripping your thigh moves over slightly, down toward your bare warmth and your breath hitches again.

“Hunter.”

“Mmhm?” His fingers slide further down and his eyes are still watchful of yours.

“What are you doing?” You smile softly.

“Tell me what’s funny.” His fingers slide slowly over your wet folds, barely entering you, but enough to make you clench around nothing.

“It was nothing.” You try to tell him, knowing if you tell him the truth, he very well might stop.

“Suddenly… You’re a very,” His finger grazes your clit. “bad liar.”

You whimper, biting your lip, trying to hold out. For what, at this point, you don’t know. What’s he going to give you for telling the truth?

“I was just entertained by your ability to multitask.” You gasp when his thumb presses against your clit harder. “W-with turning on the shower while-”

“Oh.” He chuckles, his eyes darkening. “I can show you other ways I can multitask, cyar’ika.”

Before you can ask him what he means, he pulls you up against him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he picks you up and pulls you into the shower, pushing you against the wall as the water falls over the both of you.

“How about this…” He smiles with a knowing look. “I’m gonna fuck you while I wash your hair and clean you up, so that what happened earlier is out of both of our minds for what I have to show you later.”

“Ah, yes. The surprise.” You smile.

He captures your lips softly this time. “How does that sound?”

“Pretty good, honestly.” You shrug, nonchalantly, making him let out a genuine laugh.

Hunter’s laugh does something catastrophic to both your heart and your core. Have you always been this attracted to him? Suddenly, you find yourself needing to know what his hands feel like while they wash your hair. What his face looks like when he’s caring for you.

Why did you waste so much time arguing and fighting when you could’ve had this the whole time?

Hunter reaches around you, lining himself up with you before pushing in, making you gasp against his lips, loudly. He groans just as loud, if not louder, and you’re suddenly so fucking thankful you’re planets away from the rest of the Batch.

“I want to be buried in you every day.” Hunter admits, his voice full of need and desperation.

To be the cause of that desperation is such a satisfying feeling, you can’t help but smirk, looking down between the two of you where your hips meet.

“Whenever you want it, let me know.” You kiss him again and a low rumble in his throat pulls your attention to his face.

“You can’t just say things like that to me unless you mean it.” He rests his forehead against yours.

“I do mean it, though.” You whisper. “Pull me into this fresher whenever you want and fuck me like you can’t live without this.” You clench around him and his grip on your ass tightens.

“Cyar’ika…” He pulls out slightly only to slam back into you. “That’ll be every day.”

“Then let it be every day. Every night. Every hour. Whenever.” You promise him.

With a final groan, he starts thrusting into you and you swear that you see past all of the stars in the Galaxy. This angle is something else entirely, something you’ve never had and don’t think you can live without ever again.

“So fucking good.” You whisper between pants and whimpers, the sound of skin against skin filling the small fresher so much it’s making you wetter than before.

When his hips slow against yours, you look at him, confused, and he chuckles, pulling your shampoo down out of the net that everyone keeps their shower stuff in so that it doesn’t get thrown around while on intense missions.

“Oh, you were serious.” You laugh.

“Dead serious.” Hunter keeps one hand ahold of you, and you genuinely didn’t know he was so strong.

He flips up the cap and pours the shampoo over your head a bit, the aroma of fresh fruit filling both of your noses. He closes his eyes, clearly enjoying the scent as he caps the bottle shut and puts it back. When he opens his eyes, he starts gently thrusting while simultaneously massaging the shampoo into your hair.

“This… is new.” You smile, softly.

“Good new?”

“Mmhm. You do this with all your partners?” You chuckle.

“Only you.” He admits, while still soaping up your hair, making sure to get all of it. “I’ve never been this… personal with any other… partners. In fact… It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone.”

“Since before Omega?” You guess.

He nods, pulling you under the water to rinse out your hair, still massaging your head. It feels incredible. You’ve never been given this much attention before, though, so you’re almost not sure what else to say.

He stills, still inside you, and you look at him softly.

“There was just never… time, I suppose? No one ever caught my eye either.” He explains, his voice so soft, so gentle that you feel like you’re almost in a trance. “Until we met you.”

Your cheeks go warm under his stare as you realize the weight of what he’s telling you.

“Anyway.” He clears his throat, awkwardly, as he reaches up for your conditioner.

You watch each other as he conditions your hair, smiling ever so slightly at the understanding between the two of you. You’re it, for each other. There’s no one else.

When he finishes conditioning your hair, he rinses it out just as he did before. And then, you reach up for his shampoo, pouring a bit into your hand, rubbing it between your hands before reaching up into his locks. He groans at the feel of your fingers against his scalp.

“I swear I can feel how tense you are just in your scalp.” You smile, making him laugh.

As you get his hair nice and soapy, you can feel his cock grow harder inside of you, you think. When you tug slightly on his hair, his eyes flutter shut and he groans, pushing further into you.

“You like that?” You murmur, seductively.

He nods, lips parted. “Yeah.”

You guide him under the water a bit and let it run through the soap and your fingers, making it travel down both your bodies, and you realize his shampoo doesn’t have a scent to it.

“It doesn’t smell like anything.” You murmur.

He nods again. “A lot of scents are overwhelming.”

“Oh… I’m sorry if mine-”

“No. It’s just me, being stuck with my own hair 24/7, you know? I love the way you smell. My favorite smell.” He assures you, grinning. “In fact… you’re my favorite everything to my senses… My favorite smell, my favorite taste.” He kisses you. “My favorite touch.” He runs his hand up to cup your jaw. “My favorite sight.” His eyes run down your body and a shiver runs up your spine. “And your laugh is genuinely my favorite sound. I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.”

“Oh… Hunter.” You get an unfamiliar lump in your throat and you struggle to look him in the face, but he pulls your face back toward his.

“I love you. You definitely don't have to say it back. I just want you to know.” He rests his forehead against yours again. “I’m so sorry I ever made you feel like I hated you.”

It’s right this very second that it’s obvious to you. Why it wasn’t obvious to you before, you don’t know…

“I love you too.” You grin.

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, clearly surprised that you said it back. But then his lips find yours and you're pressed back up against the cool wall. Both yours and Hunter’s hands are in each other’s hair and something changes between you two. Something passionate and all consuming.

This is only the second time fucking but it feels like the hundredth or more. It’s obvious that the two of you are more than whatever this is the start of. Is there a word for something more than a partner?

Hunter’s cock pushes into you repeatedly, coaxing the most perfect moans from your lips. It’s obvious that the desperation between you is bubbling up, threatening to push you over your edge. You reach down and rub your clit, wanting so badly to cum for him again.

How is he reaching into you like this? How does he already know your body so well?

“Fuck…” You groan, your head resting back against the wall and Hunter’s eyes never leave your fingers between the two of you.

“That feel good?” He whispers and you can only nod, your words failing you. “You gonna cum on my cock, mesh’la?”

You whimper and nod, pathetically.

“Atta girl. Cum for me.” Hunter breathes and you curse again, loudly this time, as you clench around him, cumming even harder than earlier and you bury your face in his neck.

His grip on you tightens as your pussy coaxes his own release from him, filling you up so full that his cum slides back out over his cock and down into the floor of the shower.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.” He kisses your neck. “In fact, I know I won’t.”

“You say that now. Just wait til we get into our first real argument as a couple.” You tease.

“Oh, is that what we are?” He teases back and you playfully swat him, making him laugh. “So Cid was right, I guess…”

He said your laugh was his favorite sound but you’re pretty sure that his laugh is the best sound in the Galaxy. It’s so strange that this is how your night ended. But you’re definitely not complaining.

“We don’t have to put a label on it if you don’t want to...” You tell him, brushing your fingers across his cheek.

“Well, I’m all yours and I’d prefer it if you were all mine.” He smiles.

Your heart does an entire flip at his confession. You’d prefer it that way, too.

“Couple just seems so… I don’t know. Small? We’ve been through so much together… And your family feels like my own…” You babble slightly, unsure if you even make any sense.

“We clones have a word like that… that’s more than a ‘couple’. Riduur. It’s like a partner or spouse. But it means more.” He explains. “You mean more…”

You grin up at him as he pulls out of you and puts you down gently, still holding onto you. The both of you stay in comfortable silence, between kisses, as you wash each other’s bodies. Your eyes continuously roam over his tattoos and he smirks down at you as he notices.

“I like you like this.” You shrug.

He hums, caging you against the shower wall. “I bet you do. Once we get back to Ord Mantell, I’ll show you just how much I like having you like this too.”

Hunter’s lips brush against yours and then all of sudden, he’s guiding you out of the shower and wrapping a towel around your shoulders.

“So, what’s the surprise?” You ask him.

“You’ll see.” He winks, drying off quickly to go grab a pair of fresh clothes.

You do the same, settling on a sweater and leggings, going for comfort. He looks at you the same way he looked at you in that dress earlier and the realization that he truly does love you, sets in and you know right this very second, you couldn’t go back to what you were before even if you wanted to.

“Mesh’la.” He kisses you on the forehead before settling into the pilot’s seat.

You settle into the co-pilot seat next to him as he starts up the ship flying it out of the garage and up the tubal fly lane back to the surface. When he reaches over to take your hand, you look between the two of you at your intertwined hands.

“I could get used to this.” He squeezes your hand.

“Too bad Tech would never let you.” You chuckle.

He chuckles and leans over to kiss your hand. “I just meant this… You know? Us.”

When he reaches the hyper lanes, he takes off toward the west. You look at him curiously and he winks. You’re still not a fan of surprises, but you don’t say anything. You just continue to smile at the handsome sergeant.

“I can feel the tension in your neck from here.” He teases you.

Within ten minutes, you see a mountainous region next to a giant body of water.

“Is that an ocean?” You let go of his hand to lean forward, looking out of the window.

He chuckles. “It is.”

“I didn’t know Coruscant had anything other than cities…” You tell him, amazed.

He brings the ship down onto the beach, and offers his hand to you when he stands up. Smiling up at him, you take it and he leads you to the hatch, opening it. As soon as it comes down, your mouth drops. You’ve never seen an ocean before.

Hunter leads you down the steps of the Marauder and you step into the sand. It’s squishier than you imagined it would be. You’re tempted to take your shoes off, but you know that with this job, there’s always the threat of some sort of danger. So you keep your shoes on for now.

Looking out at the sea, you breathe in the salty air, feeling at peace, the threat of earlier long gone from your mind.

“I overheard you talking to Echo once about how you’d never seen an ocean before.” Hunter tells you. “Once we got on the ship, I knew it’d be a perfect opportunity.”

You look at him. “Earlier back at Cid’s… you seemed like you didn’t want to go on this job with me.”

“I was just nervous, mesh’la. That’s all.” He kisses your forehead and then leans down in front of you.

Curiously, you watch him as he unlaces your boots and then slides them off your feet, sitting them on the steps of the hatch. The cool sand seeps between your toes and you can’t help but laugh.

“Feel funny?” He asks and you look up at him, nodding.

“In a good way.” You shrug.

He leads you toward the water and you look out at the sun starting to rise. It’s so beautiful here. A little piece of peace in a hellscape. You know right away, you’d like to come back here.

“How’d you find this place?” You ask him.

“Tech mentioned it during a mission here a while back. After Echo left the squad, I brought Omega here before we went back to Ord Mantell,” he tells you.

He wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. It feels so natural like this. So easy.

You rest your hands over his. “I don’t remember that.”

“This was before you came back to Ord Mantell yourself.” He tells you. “I like it here. It’s… different from Kamino’s raging seas… It’s calmer…” Hunter murmurs, looking out at the sea at the rising sun.

“I’m sorry I was such a raging sea in your life before…” You take his hand and bring it to your lips.

“You weren’t a raging sea.” He chuckles, his voice low and calming as you both watch the sunset. “You’re the sunrise. Fiery, bright, beautiful… and something to look forward to seeing every morning.”

Your chest tightens at his sweet words. You didn’t know before today how much of a romantic Hunter is. You love it, though.

“That was really cheesy.” You laugh, pulling away so you can wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him.

“Doesn’t make it less true.” He kisses you.

The sun glows against his tan skin and you can’t help but be even more enamored. How did you not allow yourself to appreciate his beauty before? How did you not allow yourself to just fall in love sooner?

“Do you want to camp out here today?” He offers.

“Really?” You ask, softly, with hope.

“Yeah. I’ll send a transmission to the others and update them about Cad Bane and tell them we’re just exhausted from running into trouble.” He smirks.

“They’re definitely going to be suspicious.” You smirk back.

“Just Echo.” He shrugs, with a chuckle.

That’s true. But you think Echo already knew about your feelings before you did.

“When I get back, we’ll set up camp. I’ll make you something to eat and then we’ll take a nap. And maybe when we wake up, I’ll take you swimming.” He promises, letting go of you with one last kiss. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You sit down in the sand. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He takes one last look at you in the glow of the sunrise and he nearly says “Fuck it.” and just let the squad figure it out on their own. Except he knows Omega will be worried, so he tears his eyes off of you to go send a transmission to them. You sit and bite your lip, trying to keep the excited giggle inside as you think about what a future with Hunter could be like. It’s still crazy to think that you started off the night by arguing with him… and now… you’re on some sort of date. And… you’ve figured out you’re in love. What a wild turn of events.

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lovehotelreservation · 10 months

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Burn Without

Summary: For nothing else could quell the heat that was possessing Clive other than you.

[Contains plot spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI]

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Clive

DICK REALLY MAKE YOU DO SOME CRAZY SHIT LIKE I CAN’T BELIVE I’M MASTERING PRECISION DODGE FOR CLIVE FF16 😭😭

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Your leader was on fire.

A gnashing of teeth, snarls and growls howled into the air, toned and chiseled naked flesh slick with sweat, iron chains clashing with the might of a beast made into man, a glow of white crystal from metal cuffs subduing the fiery roar of an Eikon.

Cid the Outlaw was Clive the possessed.

The powers of Ifrit had to be called during a recent clash on the sands of Dhalmekia. While the priming was successful, it was returning to his mortal form that was the crux of the present dilemma, the flames and primal instincts of his Eikon form still coursing through his body, leaving him his human will at war with his Dominant powers.

In other words, your leader was on fire and you had a duty to douse him out.

While you were but an assistant to Tarja, you were assigned with the task of providing Clive succor for this particular ailment. By your unique relationship with magic and willingness to literally ride through the flames of hell and back, it made you the ideal candidate to approach him during these times of torment.

Here, as the day fell into the depths of dusk in a room located at the furthest and lowest segment of the Hideaway, you inspected over the state of your leader while he continued to thrash about right as you allowed the last of your clothes to fall to the floor.

The first time this occurred, you were petrified with nerves, wondering if you could bring him back to his senses.

Now, you couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly as you stepped towards the bed he was currently bound upon, your voice in a soothing coo while you spoke,

“Let’s cool you off then, shall we, Clive?”

And as his glowing sapphire eyes immediately locked right onto you, your smile widened all the more while you joined him in bed.

It was a wonder how the solution to bringing peace to raging hellfire was to have such flames mingle with the heat of your own body.

A man in dire need to be freed from his own inferno finding comfort in the form of your bare skin pressed right onto his, to have his sturdy hips straddled by your thighs, the slick and velvety warmth of your core squeezing around his thick cock to encourage him to flood you full and stuffed with his seed while you bounced up and down his long length.

The abrupt jerks and twists of his hulking form would eventually source not from possessed rage but out of needy desperation, of which was heightened all the more when your hands cupped his stubbled jaw to bring his face towards yours for a kiss.

By the Founder how he loved being kissed!

So much so that a brush of your lips on his mouth and the soft sigh of his name was enough to send him bucking his hips wildly up into you for release, with much more left in store with a long night ahead for the both of you.

Not that you minded.

There was something about witnessing your mighty leader left at the mercy of your touch that appealed to you ever so deeply.

Though, there was also another means of satisfaction when at one point, you became alarmed at the sudden sound of metal snapping, the sight of broken chains lost to your gaze, for you soon found yourself damn near pounced by a wall of pure muscle.

Clive’s arms wrapped around you tightly, protectively, keeping you in place beneath him as he readied to pummel into you relentlessly. His lips hungrily sought your grinning ones for more kisses, his desire far from satiated.

But not before his mouth fell by your ear, his voice low and raspy, his tone weary yet enamored while those familiar stormy blue eyes gazed affectionately into yours.

“Please. Allow me to give thanks.”

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din-miller · 6 months

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

Fluff or smut it's up to you!

❤️

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

Insecurities Get Us All, Just Thought You Should Know

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Female Reader

Words: all together is 3.8k

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

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

WRECKER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrecker.

Sweat, loving, Wrecker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, that’s not happenin’.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There, all done.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I will.”

HUNTER

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

It would be an absolute shit show.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I’m fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TECH

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

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

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

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

Panic floods your body, “No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don’t dare to look at his face.

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

CROSSHAIR

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bastard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Guess I waited too long part 2

Well! After being continually threatened by my mates and partner to finish it and the requests here, I’ve finished a part 2! It’s angsty and fluffly with a hint of sexy 😉 If y’all want a part 3 of pure smut let me know!

Warnings: mention of torture, clone experimentation, and lots of angst and some foreplay towards the end!!

Word count is a little bit above 4k

Part 1 Part 3

As always, I write for 18+ so MINORS BEGONE!!!

Enjoy!!

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You hadn’t heard from the boys in 20 rotations. You assumed something had happened as they wouldn’t go this long without contacts. Cid was repeatedly calling them, threatening them. You asked Cid to lay off. They probably needed some time to cool off, as Cid had left them stranded on a desert planet. And while Cid claimed no responsibility, you would do the same as the Batch. You’d leave too if you could. But you owed Cid a lot, and after one small mistake at your other job, you were back at the bar full time. It was a small clerical error, something that was easily fixable but that was enough to fire you.

“If they don’t show their faces, I’m gonna turn them in!” Cid huffed. “You don’t cross me and get away with it!”

Your stomach dropped, fearing the worst now. What if they had been caught? “You don’t mean that Cid. They’ve done a lot more for you than you have for them! Surely you must understand they’re angry. Just because you think you have control doesn’t mean you do anymore. They’re free men.”

You clocked out, not wanting to be near Cid anymore. The place was empty, save for the three regulars. You walked home, hoping to have heard something. You checked your data-pad, hoping to see a coded message but nothing. Not one of them had let you know they were safe.

You made dinner and watched a holodrama. Not your favourite but it was something to keep your mind off the Batch. After your outburst with Tech at the store, you cried your heart out, calling out sick from your shift at Cid’s that night. You wanted to tell him! Truly you did! It just hurt so much to see him and Phee happy and in love that you had to walk away.

Your comm chirped with a coded new message, from Phee. The boys were safe and they needed your help. The message ended with coordinates. What in Force’s name would they need your help for??

You called Cid, saying your sister was ill and being it was just you and her, you were needed off world. You didn’t have a sister but Cid didn’t know that. You never spoke about your private life in the bar, fearing Cid or someone could blackmail you somehow. Which was a smart move as Cid sent a message back allowing you off world. You never asked for time off so Cid had no reason not to trust you. You said you’d be back as soon as you could, as long as the Empire didn’t convict you on false charges.

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You were a nervous wreck the whole trip over to Pabu. You really did not want to see Tech; you still felt bad at your outburst and missed him but you did not want to see him and Phee cuddled up. You groaned in pain, your nerves getting the better of your stomach. How were you going to face Tech? You had acted so poorly! Yes you loved him but it was so hard to see him with another person! You felt it was easier for you to push him away, make him hate you so you could force yourself to move on. But you knew that was never going to be the case, cause as you as you landed, you were bombarded with affection from Wrecker.

“There’s my girl!” Wrecker cried out, enveloping you in a hug. You laughed happily, the gentle giant always knowing how to literally sweep you off your feet.

You returned the hug and Hunter approached next with Omega. Giving them both a hug, you choked back tears, not realising how much you truly missed them. You looked around and saw Tech was nowhere to be found… neither was Phee. Your smile faded, but you forced it to stay on your face a while longer as Hunter showed you around.

You had to admit, the island was… well, paradise. Sure there were risks of tsunamis but you felt you could live with that. You could see how Hunter had relaxed his shoulders, his face was bright. Wrecker was satiated and NOT hungry!! Omega was laughing and having fun, with kids her own age! You wanted to stay, your complicated relationship with Phee aside, you could happily live here.

“Ah, you’re here safely. I was wondering if you had received the message. I remember your data-pad having certain security measures.”

Turning from Hunter you saw Tech, enamoured with his own data pad. You smiled fondly at the clone’s usual posture. “Yes I got them Tech. You had nothing to be concerned about.”

Tech looked up briefly to see you smiling gently, like you used to with him. He did notice, however, that it was a forced smile. A duality of one, both gentle and sincere but forced and painful. Looking back down, he said matter-of-factly, “Of course. Phee knows how to follow instruction and is a highly intelligent individual. While not at my level, she is more than average. I was never concerned about that but if you would find us.”

Ouch. Okay, that one stung, but you felt you deserved it. You had been rather rude and callous towards Tech. Even if he didn’t mean to insult you, it hit deep.

Phee sat next to Tech as everyone sat around the table you had been led to. Obviously something serious was going on but you did not expect to be told what your role would be and you did not like it!

“Are. You. Karking SERIOUS????” You shouted! “Absolutely not! Cid has saved my ass from the Empire more than once, I am not putting myself in their sights again!”

Hunter looked at you, knowing you were lying and that this wasn’t about the Empire. This was about the nature of the mission and the role you’d play. He looked from you to Tech, feeling the tension rise higher and higher. As uncomfortable as it was, maybe there was a small hope you’d tell Tech the truth. Hunter could feel Tech's heart speed up as your words hurt more than the goggled clone would ever admit. He could also hear how fast your heart was beating and you were basically a loth cat in headlights.

“Why can’t Phee do it? They’re already a couple! They’d make a more convincing married couple than me and Tech!”

“Because I am going to Cid to try and convince her to let the boys off. Make sure she knows they didn’t cross her.”

Tech looked up, pointing his endearing index finger. “Not to mention, Phee is a recognisable character. One glance in her direction and we’d have guards swarming us. You are less so. Able to fly under a guard’s radar.”

You looked over to see Omega doing her little porg eyes. Sighing, you asked her to go to bed. Confused, she stated she wasn’t tired but you barked back: “Go to your room young lady!”

Hunter gently moved her to her room before scowling at you. You scowled back. How dare he think you’d say yes to a mission like this? Pretending to be a married couple just to get some intel? Yes, you knew it was a chance to see if Crosshair was alive but how dare he assume you’d be okay! Did he really think 20 rotations was enough to get over a man?

“Kriff every single one of you! I’m going home.”

Phee approached you a second time as you readied your ship. You really did not want to talk to her but you let her slink next to you in the cockpit. You were simply recalibrating the hyperdrive so it would be a smoother ride home. If Phee wanted to sit there, she could. As long as she didn’t speak to you -

“I know why you’re saying no. It’s okay to admit it to me.”

You hissed in her direction, dismissing her claim. She simply smiled and leaned back in the copilot’s chair. You loathed how easy relaxing came to her. As if there was nothing wrong in the galaxy.

“He talks about you a lot. It’s almost annoying. It’s one of the things that endeared me to him, remembering every little thing about everything. Everyone.” Standing up, she placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just talk to him. He misses you.”

The kriff was that? You never deemed Phee has the “sharing” type. For kriff’s sake, she nearly got your friends killed because she didn’t want to let go of that stupid heart of the mountain! But even you had to admit; if Phee was saying something about how much Tech missed you, then something was going on and you needed to help.

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“I will reiterate. I hate all of you right now.” You took a breath. “But, after some thought, I don’t really have a choice, do I? If the target only goes for married women, then Tech and I are the ones going to be convincing enough. As much as I hate admitting that.”

Everyone knew it was true. Wrecker and you were basically brother and sister. Rough housing and pulling pranks. Hunter and you were best friends, recognising attractiveness with no want to pursue. Echo never prioritised romance and so if he were around, it would be a friendship.

After some more briefing, you walked onto the balcony, drink in hand and a bottle in another. You were going to need a lot of liquor to be able to bear this mission. You hoped it panned out cause you were going to be mad if it was a dead end.

“Something is troubling you.” There was that voice you loved, coming from the man you never would get over.

Downing your drink and pouring another you scoffed, “You think? I’m playing your wife while your girlfriend saves your asses from a crime informant. You’re forced to be near me after our last encounter. How in the hell are you not troubled?”

Pausing to process your words, Tech considered you carefully. You looked as beautiful as when he last saw you. Hair down and flowing in the wind, fingers elegantly grasping your glass, legs unintentionally letting all the galaxy know how strong you were at rest. He truly did not how to feel. He missed you, missed your attention. But he was still angry at how you walked away so easily from him and his brothers.

“I… am. But this mission will be easy. You are a phenomenal actress. You pretended to care for me and that made me notice your absence,” he said.

Before you could defend yourself against his statement he continued. “Plus you are irresistible in most of what you wear. The target will spill whatever you want to hear.” With that he turned to leave.

Your heart broke hearing his words. But he did just pay you a compliment so you felt you should let him know...

“I do care though… I always have. I never stopped.” He paused at your whispered words before continuing to upgrade the ship.

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You looked at the wedding band on your finger, hating how it got there. It wasn’t real. It didn’t come the way you desired it to. You wanted it to come from the man you loved, because he loved you back and wanted the whole galaxy to know. You felt like crying, your throat closing and nose tightening. Blinking tears away, you finished your makeup and waited for Tech to get you.

You hated being back on Coruscant. It reminded you far too much of your days as a medic for the Republic. You had been one of the few non clone, and non Jedi military personnel to serve. You weren’t based with any regiment. However, knowing General Anakin Skywalker, you spent a lot of time with the 501st. Poor Kix had become overwhelmed at times so you were often jumping from trooper to trooper across the battlefield to help him out. It burned you to return to Coruscant and remember your days in the military. You missed the clones; you missed the Republic. No government was perfect in your eyes, but Palpatine aside, you thought the Republic had worked fairly well. You were happy once… not so much anymore.

Your door slid open, Tech stepping in. He was momentarily breathless at how beautiful you were in your gown. A bright emerald green falling gracefully in all the right place while clinging to your curves perfectly. Your hair was loosely pinned away from your face, framing you in a way that only a goddess could look like. A glittered sheer cape was pinned to the shoulder seam of your dress, your ethereal beauty being augmented.

“Are you ready?” Tech asked, trying to seem normal, which was easy for him. His voice rarely betrayed any feeling.

You turned to face him, tears already returning. You nodded, “Yes. I’m ready.” Already dreading the act of being fake married to the man you love, who didn’t love you.

You seemed to play the part of unhappily married wife well as the second Tech left your side, your target, an imperial officer overseeing the phasing out of clones, approached you and bought you a drink. Tech was across the ballroom, firsts threatening to deck the man flirting with you. His jaw was tight and teeth were grinding. He was furious at how easy you seemed to be in the target’s presence, laughing and tossing stray hair back. You were supposed to be that way with him!

“Tech! Stay focused! You can talk to her after. Just a little longer!” Hunter’s voice rang in his ear.

He was right. Tech needed to focus. He can process this unusual feeling of jealousy later. It wouldn’t be long now; your face was showing a certain shock that was fearful intrigue. Something was said to make you nervous.

“The project is fascinating! Using chemical injection to quell insubordination and create the perfect super soldier; it’s a magnificent sight to see.”

You swallowed slowly, making sure not to choke. You knew the Empire wasn’t above experimenting but torture and mind control was something you didn’t think they would stoop to. Poor Crosshair. You never met him but the boys talked fondly on him so you felt your heart twist.

“And the clone? Which one was it again? They all look so alike.”

The man smiled; the type of smile that only an evil, slimy demon would have. “Right now, we are using CT 9904. He committed treason by shooting his lieutenant. But he was an enhanced clone so the Empire doesn’t want to dispose of him yet.”

His hand landed on your thigh, slowly creeping higher and higher. Tech couldn’t take it anymore and moved quickly. He hated seeing the officer’s hand on you, particularly when you didn’t want it there.

“Hello darling. I have finished my work here. Did you want to go home?” Tech put his hand on your lower back, kissing your temple.

Your heart clenched, remembering this wasn’t real. He didn’t really want to touch you or kiss you.

“Aww come on! I’ll take good care of her!” the target exclaimed, obviously not wanting you or his chance at a lay leave.

You sighed, keening into Tech’s hands. “Yes husband. I’m ready to go home. I think I’ve drank a bit much tonight.”

You both bid your target goodnight, Tech leading you quickly back to your rooms. He was acting strange you thought, but then again, everything about Tech was wonderfully strange. He was only challenged in games by his own intellect and yet wanted to share everything with everyone. You could see why Phee had clocked on to him.

Opening the door to your room, you ripped your hair out of its pins, pulling your jewellery off. Your breathing became laboured and forced. Tears fell rapidly, not knowing how to process the evening. Tech stared at you crying and wondered what had been said to you. He knelt in front of you, hands cupping your cheeks begging you to say something.

“They’re torturing him… Tech! Crosshair is being tortured! They’re using chemicals to control his mind! They’re using pain and chemicals to make him subordinate!” you cried. You could barely breathe but you didn’t miss how Tech tensed in anger.

His brother was being tortured and that officer thinks he can take what was his? If Tech didn’t hate the Empire before, he certainly did now.

Moving to sit beside you, he pulled you into his chest, hoping to comfort you. Phee had taught him this was okay to do when someone was upset. He learned a lot of things from his time on Pabu and with Phee.

“It’ll be alright. We’ll find him and bring him home. I promise you cyare. We’ll send this info to Echo and Rex and see how we can get to him.”

Cyare… You didn’t know much Mando’a but you knew that. Love. Tech, the man who was already in a relationship, had called you Love. He was oddly protective tonight and this confused you all the more.

Your breathing slowed and you calmed down. You excused yourself to the fresher, showering and changing into your sleep clothes. When you emerged, Tech had already changed and was on his data pad, no doubt sending the intel to Echo and Rex. You didn’t want to let the ring go but you had to. It wasn’t real. Now or never, you guessed.

“Here,” you pressed your wedding band into Tech’s hand. He looked up, confused. “Mission’s over. You don’t need to pretend to like me anymore.”

Tech frowned deeply. “Right. Thank you. I’ll return this to Shep when we return.”

You grabbed a blanket and pillow and moved to the floor. You had been making yourself comfortable when Tech looked up at the sounds and immediately stood. He scooped you up and place you on the bed, taking your place on the floor. Di’kut! Idiot!

“Tech. I’m taking the floor. Stop making this difficult.”

“I am not. I am simply saving you from a strained neck and back pain by taking the floor.”

You scowled, shoving him off the blanket you placed down. “Not on my watch smart ass. You need the bed more than me. Don’t be an idiot.”

Growling, Tech removed himself from your space and entered the fresher. Only… to come back out again.

“Why are you so difficult lately? What is your issue?”

You raised a brow. “Me? I’m simply trying to establish a boundary! You’re with Phee and -“

“Why do you keep saying that? Why do you care if Phee and I have an emotional attachment?”

You fell silent, weighing your options. “I don’t… I just don’t want her thinking we had a thing while we were on this mission. You were awfully possessive tonight. Don’t think I didn’t see your look of hate towards that Imperial.”

“Because I did not like how that man was handling you. You were clearly uncomfortable and I saw an opportunity to step in. But that is not the reason, is it? Why do you care?”

You saw red, both loving and hating how logical he sounded. Why did you care? Why did you give any shred of a kark if Tech was with Phee? “Because I love you, you kriffing moron!”

You froze. Oh no… no no no no. Kriff!

Tech froze too, not expecting you to say that. Anything but that… That did explain your recent behaviour towards him. You were cold towards him, brushing off any inkling of affection, speaking very short and harsh towards him. Your avoidance, your unwillingness to help on the mission. It all clicked for Tech. Your behaviour and his feelings and reactions.

“You love me?”

Oh for kriff’s sake. Well it’s out now.

“Yes. I’ve loved you for a long time and I guess… I guess I waited too long to tell you.” You sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from him. Tears threatened to spill, making you more vulnerable than you would’ve liked but you needed to say everything or shut up.

“When I saw you come back from your last adventure with Phee, I… I was jealous. You two seemed close and Phee asked for my blessing in pursuing you. I never spoke up so I couldn’t tell her no. You are.. your own man. You don’t need me telling you who you can date. Hunter walked me home cause he knew, he felt, how upset I was. So I did what I knew how to do. I walked away. I let you to happy cause that’s all I want you to be. Happy. I threw myself into work and male attention to try and forget about my feelings for you but… they never went away. That’s why I became so cold and harsh towards you. I hated that I still love you.

“Then you needed me for this mission.” You stood, feet dragging your body to the large windows overlooking Coruscant; tears staining your reddened cheeks. “My heart has been breaking the whole time. I hated pretending to be your wife, cause it wasn’t real Tech! I didn’t want to wear a band on my finger for a mission. I want to wear one because I married the man I love! Do you any idea how hard is it -“

Tech only knew of two ways to shut you up. Stun you or kiss you. Based on his feelings and your confession, he went with kiss. You certainly were shocked but melted regardless. It was a kiss that felt long overdue, pouring every single emotion you both felt into it.

It ended all too soon when you came to your senses and pushed Tech off. “Wha-What about Phee? I thought you were happy!”

Adjusting his googled, Tech bent to continue kissing your neck. “After our fifth month of seeing each other we both came to the conclusion we weren’t compatible.” suck. “I missed you.” kiss. “I wasn’t giving Phee the attention she deserved and she had different priorities. She just likes to rile you up. It is.. a game to her.” He cupped your jaw and pulled you in again.

“She saw how distraught I was with your absence. While we enjoyed each other’s company, we couldn’t give each other what we each truly needed. She needed freedom, I needed stability. She wanted to have fun and explore… I wanted you.”

You looked into those golden brown eyes, questioning silently what he meant. Bringing you to the bed, Tech sat you down and placed himself beside you. “What i mean is, you gave me routine. You gave me stability. You, my cyar’ika, you gave me everything I needed and more. I just didn’t fully realise it until we left Cid’s service.”

Tears started running again, but this time, they came because all your love, the pain, the regret, the pining, it came to the surface. Tech was quick to kiss them away, not wanting to see anymore tears tonight. He understood now he loved you, he just didn’t really know how to express it. Another reason he and Phee didn’t work. She wanted lots of physical affection and contact, whereas Tech wasn’t sure what he wanted. He wasn’t used to physical affection, or any type of affection for that matter which is why he liked you. You never pushed him for anything. If he was busy, you’d just sit next or near him and let him work away, occasionally letting a noise of amusement out. You’d always check if it was okay to give him a hug or even a kiss on the cheek when they left for missions. Something you’d always do, even now.

“Tech, can I kiss you again?” you murmured after a bit.

Smiling, Tech leaned in. “Of course mesh’la. Whatever you’d like.”

Chuckling to yourself, you teased, “That’s a dangerous thing to say Ace. You sure about that?”

As if calculating your tease, Tech flipped you onto the bed and pinned you down. “Try me.”

Oh dear this was a dangerous move! Tech kissed you hard, wanting you feel every little beat of love and attraction he had for you. You moaned, never realising until now how much you craved this. When did Tech learn any of this? His thigh pinned your pelvis down, allowing you to feel his hard muscle beneath the jeans he always wore.

Tongues battled for dominance, but Tech won. He’d always win, and you both knew it. Breaking apart with one string of saliva connecting, Tech moved back to your neck, sucking and kissing bruises onto your skin, marking you his. He wanted every man out there to know you were his, and he wasn’t about to let you go again.

He pushed his thigh against you covered vulva, forcing a moan to leave your mouth again. You started grinding against him, wanting more.

Tech smirked. This was going to be a fun night for you both.

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Was that fun? Did yall like it? As always, criticism is welcome as long as it's constructive and kind.

Thank you for all the love over the past few days!! If there's other characters you'd like me write for, let me know!! I won't write for minors or minor characters.

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starvoidsailor · 18 days

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I have this really cool headcanon that when Omega attacked Nero in the Interdimensional Rift she did so with electricity. His symptoms and behaviour and the way he was able to kinda deal with the attack remind me of SCA, Sudden Cardiac Arrest.

Shortness of breath, discomfort in the chest, overall weakness. As someone working with Magiteck Nero is probably used to getting shocked every now and then, so thinking he can deal with it and actually dealing with it better than Biggs and Wedge is no surprise to me.

It also adds up with Cid being so concerned about him needing immediate medical attention and the fact that they told us he was in critical condition when we got him to Rhaglrs Reach.

Which is just to justify my headcanon that after the attack he now has Lichtenberg Figures on his chest.

Also known as Lightning scars.

Just imagining my boy with these scars, I need to make fanart of this at one point or another

#nero scaeva #nero tol scaeva #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #final fantasy xiv

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 5 months

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Wash Away the Pain #4 - Wrecker

Following the devastating loss of Tech, Wrecker can’t help but feel like it’s his fault. If only he’d been stronger. Thankfully, you’re there to remind him that strength isn't just about physical power.

Pairing: Wrecker x gn!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: whump, guilt, angst, reassurance, grief and mourning, discussion around Tech's sacrifice *sobs*, hopeful ending.

A/N: I was heavily inspired by these gorgeous drawings by @thattoothpick.

This is part of a mini-series where each of our boys will get their angsty shower time.

Each can be read as a standalone or as a continuation. Check out the others in the series: Echo, Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair.

Wrecker’s hands tremble as he turns on the shower. The water sputters into life, falling onto his head, rolling down his body, mixing with the tears he doesn’t bother trying to stop.

Cid had betrayed them.

The Empire had Omega.

Tech was gone.

He hadn’t been strong enough.

The thought spirals through his mind, threatening to crush him under its weight.

A hand on his back startles him, but he doesn’t need to turn to know who it belongs to. Over the years, your touch had become as familiar to him as how to diffuse or detonate a bomb. He leans forward, forehead resting against the cool shower tiles in your shared home on Pabu – all of you under one roof. After suffering such losses, you’d all retreated here – to grieve, search, and plan.

Water sluices down his broad back, chasing away the lingering grime, neck brace removed as the bacta shots work their magic. “It’s my fault he’s gone.” Wrecker murmurs, eyes closing.

You step closer to Wrecker, your hand continuing to offer a comforting presence on his back. You’d been with them throughout the war and now beyond it. What had started as you being their nat-born medic, thanks to their inability to get along with regs, had grown into friendship.

You’d never seen Wrecker so upset before. Yes, he’d cried before – either at sad films or the one time he’d accidentally hurt you after you’d administered a shot – but usually, he was the happiest of your boys, the one cracking jokes and making everyone smile.

The running water fills the silence between you two, the rhythmic beating echoing the heavy thoughts that occupy both of your minds. Your clothes are soaked, but you don’t care, and Wrecker’s nudity doesn’t bother you either – after so long, you were desensitised to seeing the boys in varying states of undress. “No, Wreck, it’s not your fault.” You say softly, the warmth in your voice cutting through the cold atmosphere of despair. “We all knew the risks. Tech knew them, too. We can’t blame ourselves for what happened. He made the decision so we could all get away safely.”

You’re barely holding yourself together, heart hurting beyond measure at losing him and then having Omega snatched from right under your nose, but you can’t let those feelings out yet. Your boys need you.

Wrecker doesn’t respond immediately, but his body tenses. His guilt is palpable, a heavy burden that threatens to drown him even in the cleansing flow of the shower. You move your hand up to his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “He wouldn’t want you blaming yourself.” You continue. “Tech was smart. He knew the risks and believed in what we were fighting for. You can’t carry this weight alone.”

Wrecker’s shoulders slump, and he lets out a heavy sigh. The water droplets catch the dim light in the small bathroom, glistening on his skin. The loss of Tech is a wound that cuts deep into the heart of your found family, and the pain is shared among all of you. “Should’ve been stronger. Should’ve kept hold of that railcar for longer. Argued with ’im to climb back up.”

You shake your head, even though he can’t see it. “Wreck, you did everything you could. We were outnumbered, and the situation was impossible. Blaming yourself won’t bring Tech back, and it won’t help Omega. And I know he wouldn’t want us to dwell on this; he’d want us to focus on finding her and Crosshair.”

Wrecker turns around, facing you, his eyes filled with sorrow and anger. “But he’s gone ’cause of me. ’Cause I wasn’t strong enough.”

You gently cup his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. “No, Wrecker. You were strong. You are strong. The Empire took advantage of our vulnerability, but that doesn’t make it your fault.”

“But I wasn’t strong enough.” Wrecker protests, a rare flick of anger in his eyes directed at himself – never at you.

You brush your thumb across Wrecker’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “Losing Tech wasn’t because you weren’t strong enough. It’s because the Empire is ruthless. Strength isn’t just about physical power, Wreck. You have a strength that goes beyond that. You care deeply for your brothers, and you’ve shown incredible resilience in the face of adversity.”

Wrecker looks down, his fists clenching and unclenching, catching the sight of Tech’s broken goggles around your neck. You’d slipped them on after escaping Ord Mantell, vowing that they would stay there for the rest of time. “I miss ’im,” Wrecker whispers.

The words cut through you like a knife, and you can’t suppress the distressed noise that leaves you. You pull Wrecker into a tight embrace, letting the water from the shower cascade over both of you. The shared grief is a heavy burden, but you find solace in each other’s presence in that moment. “We all miss him, Wrecker.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. “But we can’t let that grief consume us. We must honour Tech’s memory by continuing the fight, finding Omega and Crosshair and bringing them home.”

Wrecker nods, his strong arms wrapping around you in return.

Your hands gently rub his back. “We’ll find Omega and Cross and bring them back here. We owe it to Tech to keep going, to make sure his sacrifice wasn’t in vain.”

Wrecker holds onto you as if he could anchor himself in the storm of emotions. “It’s not your fault.” You reiterate. The words hang in the air, a mantra you repeat softly as if hoping they’ll seep into Wrecker’s heart and ease his burden.

As you stand there, embraced by the warmth of the water and each other, you can feel a subtle shift in Wrecker’s demeanour. His grip on you tightens, not out of desperation, but as a silent acknowledgement of the shared resolve to persevere.

“We’ll get ’em back,” Wrecker says, his voice determined. “And when we do, we’re gonna make the Empire pay for what they’ve done.”

You nod in agreement, your resolve firm. “We will, Wreck. The fight isn’t over, not as long as we’re still breathing.”

The water from the shower begins to lose its scalding heat, but neither of you moves. The physical warmth is nothing compared to the emotional support you provide for each other. After a while, Wrecker finally loosens his grip, and you step back, looking at each other with a shared understanding. The grief is still lingering like a shadow, but it’s tempered by the determination to press on.

“We should join Hunter and Echo.” You suggest, reaching for a nearby towel. “We need to regroup and plan our next move.”

Wrecker nods, and you both dry off and get dressed. You glance at Tech’s broken goggles around your neck in the fresher mirror. The weight of the memories associated with them is both a comfort and a painful reminder.

Together, you exit the fresher, ready to face the challenges ahead. Hunter and Echo are in the living room, reviewing data they’ve gathered from Rex’s network, their expressions a mix of sadness and determination.

You share a look with Wrecker. Your family might be battered and mourning, but they are far from defeated. You’ll find Omega and Crosshair, bring them home, and find sanctuary here on Pabu, away from the tyranny of the Empire.

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arcsimper5 · 6 months

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Been Too Long

So as I traumatised @isthereanechoinhere96 and @amorfista with my angst earlier, please accept this Echo X GN!Reader very NSFW smut as an apology.

Pairing: Echo x Gn!Reader Rating: NSFW. Pure smut Warnings: Slight sominophilia but only if you squint. Again, smut. Handjobs. Orgasms. Blowjobs. Swallowing.

Enjoy the filth!

Echo was heaving for breath below you, his chest rising and falling a little too quickly, but there was no way you were going to stop now.

This beautiful man, this heroic, gorgeous, scarred, altered god before you, with his skin beginning to regain what it could of its sunkissed colour, whose whiskey coloured eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, had confessed to you last night, after far too many drinks in Cid’s parlour, that he hadn’t cum since his rescue from Skako.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t, at least he thought so, he’d drunkenly rambled, his flesh arm thrown over your shoulders, drawing you against his chest as you sat next to him in the dark booth, more that he hadn’t had the chance to try, or the inclination. Or the partner.

And you were friends, at that point. Sure, you’d almost kissed more than once. Sure, your touches lingered on him whenever you made contact, and his face flushed whenever his skin touched yours, and you’d gotten yourself off at night thinking about the way he’d feel inside you more than once.

But you were still just friends.

Until you’d woken up to a hardness pressed against your backside, Echo groaning and bucking and moaning as he rolled his hips against you.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep next to him, merely to help him back to his room upstairs. And yet you couldn’t begin to care about the circumstances that had bought you here when your name left his lips in a whisper, followed by a stuttering moan, his flesh hand tightening against your hip.

It had been so easy, far too easy for ‘just friends’ to roll over and run your hand down his bare chest, tracing your fingertips around his implants, towards the v of his hips.

He’d shuddered under your touch, arching into it, his erection pushing at the thin fabric of his lower blacks, twitching at the sensation.

When his eyes fluttered open, lips parted, desperate for air, gaze meeting yours with a mix of desire, desperation and confusion while your hand wrapped around his thick length, he’d gasped at the sight before moaning loudly, begging himself not to wake up this time.

Your lips met his in a passionate kiss, your body pressed against his as you pumped him slowly and firmly, Echo whimpering into your mouth.

“If this is a dream, it’s the best one I’ve ever had,” you breathed into his mouth, Echo’s flesh hand shooting to you back, dragging you against him.

But you hadn’t allowed him the control he so desperately craved, your mind set on one thing and one thing only; tonight, he was going to cum for you.

The confusion in his sleep addled gaze as he was pressed back into the mattress, your free hand trailing down his body, maneuvering him into the perfect position for you to bring your lips to the tip of his cock, even while you still pumped him steadily.

He was never going to last long, not when your plush mouth settled around the head of his thick, throbbing flesh, tongue teasing at the slit while your hand pumped the base, squeezing gently.

His cock was truly beautiful, you mused silently as you lapped at the tip, drawing off enough to blow a line of cool air across the sensitive head, thick and just the right length, veins running up the length giving it a beautiful texture.

Unable to help yourself, you quickly took him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to suck as tightly as you could, Echo letting out a high pitched moan, his hips bucking as his fingers found your hair, threading through it and tugging gently, encouraging your movements.

“F-Fuck, mesh’la,” he whined, eyes screwed shut, head thrashing from side to side, “w-wanted this for s-so long, fuck!”

It was all too much, pleasure coursing through him, the tension held in for far too long finally uncoiling as he tried to pull you off of him, unable to even breathe a warning.

You felt him fall apart by the way he bucked and whimpered, how he gritted his teeth, how his breathing quickened, and you were defiant even as he pulled at your hair, pressing him further down your throat, determined to take everything he had to offer.

And as he came down your throat with a cry of your name, hips stuttering, his self control barely hanging on, his touches turned gentle against your head, his eyes focused on you through a pleasured haze as you finally released him with a wet ‘pop’, tongue tracing your lips as you removed the last traces of him.

“Holy kriff,” he huffed, slumping against the mattress, his strength failed, “sweet maker, I… I can’t. No words. Amazing.”

You giggled softly as he pulled your hair gently, settling you down onto his chest, littering the skin with kisses, his hand drifting down your back and lower, shivers running through you as his fingers explored your skin.

“Well, I couldn’t let you go any longer without cumming,” you smirked, fighting more giggles as he flushed brightly, eyes widening.

“Oh. I, uh, I told you then, huh?” he chuckled nervously, moaning into your mouth as you captured his lips once more, teeth catching his bottom lip as you pulled away, eliciting another moan from him.

“And I’m glad you did,” you purred, breath hitching as his hand roamed over your ass, squeezing the supple flesh, “because you deserve pleasure. And I’m going to give it to you.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, raising an eyebrow, his cock twitching with interest once again, “sounds good… though I wouldn’t be opposed to returning the favour first…”

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before his hand was moving, slipping between your bodies, into your shorts and seeking your flesh like a homing missile.

It was going to be a long night…

#star wars #tcw #the bad batch #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #clone wars #tbb #tbb echo x you #tbb echo #tbb echo x reader #arc trooper echo #echo fanfiction #clone trooper echo #daniwrites

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sevi007 · 22 days

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I think it would be funny to have a Final Fantasy (or any RPG in general s long as there’s a party system) where you‘re the grumpy „old“ man / woman of the party.

Like, not the starry-eyed up and coming protagonist, or the closed-off so-cool young protagonist whose shell needs to be cracked. No I mean like the chiseled, disillusioned old grump who thinks they has seen it all and lost their faith in the world…. And then get dragged into an adventure by the young people knocking at their door and they have to follow cause you know, they might be an ol‘ grump but they can‘t let the kids die right? No harm bout it

Until there is harm because now they started caring about those kids, and by proxy, about their adventure, and by proxy-proxy, about the world

Just let me be the Finsl Fantasy‘s Vincent Valemtine, Cid Highwind, Cid Telamon or Auron for once. Or the Tales of’ Vesperia’s Raven. I think it would be hilarious

#sevi is rambling #final fantasy #tales of vesperia #rpg

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techtalksfics · 1 year

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Just As You Are (Tech x Reader)

Summary: Everyone is a little fragile after the Ipsium incident and Tech wonders if you'd be better off with someone...well, less like him.

Authors Note: Sorry if this is awful.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3k

When you walked into Cid's parlour, you could feel that something was different. Very different.

The air was uneasy. All the usual happiness, the playfulness of relaxation was gone.

Yet, the bar was quiet as usual. Bolo and Ketch were certainly normal. Their boisterous laughter was the only sound in the room.

Cid was fixing one of the slot machines and the Bad Batch were not speaking to her and she was not speaking to them. There was a painful silence suspended in the air around them all.

Suddenly, you knew what was different. Your favourite clones were silent, contemplative and one clone was missing. Where on earth was Tech.

His usual spot at the end of the bar was empty.

"Where's Tech?" You asked as you made your way around the dirty tables. Hunter had spotted you as you came through the door but he had sensed your approach moments before. He noticed that you were still in your formal work dress and boots. You'd come straight here because you knew they'd returned and Hunter knew exactly why you'd come.

He knew you couldn't resist seeing Tech.

"He's fixing the ship. He didn't seem to want any company so we left him to get on with it." Hunter muttered most of those words, the deep intonation of his voice rumbled through the uneasy air. He took a long slurp of the drink in his hand before he placed it on the bar. Despite this action, his eyes remained fixed on you.

Your eyes drifted to Omega. You had been worried for her since Tech had informed you in a message that he had stayed behind on Coruscant. She looked broken and you knew how much she missed Echo. You also knew how much she feared being left behind by her brothers.

And now that was becoming a reality for her. You felt a paroxysm of sympathetic pain in your chest as you looked at Omega, then Hunter and Wrecker. They all looked disgruntled, tired and a little bit lost and you didn't think that Echo was the only reason. Though his absence clearly did not help.

Truthfully, you were shocked that Echo had decided to stay behind. You understood why but surely he knew the pain that Omega would feel.

As you approached her, she finally looked up at you and offered a tired smile.

"Holding up okay, kid?" You asked with a quirked brow. She always giggled slightly at the odd expression on your face. She nodded her head and as you placed your hand upon her shoulder, you felt her cool hand immediately reach for yours. She kept her hand atop yours.

You wanted her to know that you were there. It wouldn't stop her missing Echo but you could reassure her that she'd never be truly alone.

Your finger gently brushed over the Kyber crystal around your neck. A dear friend gave this to you before Order 66, before the Empire. You also thought it protected you as you fought against the Empire. Omega watched your fingers graze over the crystal gently.

You took hold of the thread that held the crystal around your neck and lifted it off. You held it out for Omega. As she took hold of it, her face lit up.

"Now Omega," you began, bending down onto one knee, your eyes level with hers, "this crystal was a gift from a dear friend who died a long time ago. He saved me when I was scared, when I was alone. He told me that it would protect me and it always has." She looked at you and tried to hand it back to you.

Qui-Gonn has been with me for all these years and now your neck felt empty but you knew Omega needed the comfort of the crystal more than you.

The bloodstone crystal was in her small, soft hand and the thread hung loosely around her sides of her hand. Her index finger reached to softly stroke the crystal and you could feel the force glow around it. Qui-Gonn would be happy with you giving it away. After all, he had given it you when you were only a lost child and now you were doing the same.

You folded your fingers around hers so that she grasped the crystal, "and now I am gifting this to you. It will keep you safe. Keep your brothers safe, even Echo."

"Thank you," she whispered and placed the crystal around her neck. With a nod, you stood and grabbed Hunter's drink from the bar. You took a small sip and smirked at Hunter. Normally he would be bothered by the action but his heart had softened at your kindness to Omega.

"Tech definitely at the ship," Omega quipped as her fingers played with the crystal, "if you want to go see him, do. He may not want our company right now. But I think he'll appreciate yours. He wasn't sure if you were in Ord Mantell so he didn't know if she should contact you."

Omega was far too intuitive for her own good.

With that kind affirmation, you fixed your dress and headed out the door.

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If Omega believed Tech was in the dockyard, then that is where you wanted to go. As you approached the Marauder, you carefully approached the toned legs sticking out as the rest of the body was covered by the Marauder. When you were close enough, you gently nudged the leg that was raised up. "Hello Tech," you offered as he continued his work.

You heard him mumble a gentle but saddened hello.

For a moment, you stood back and simply watched his nimble fingers rewiring the ship. As his hand took the hydrospanner from his belt, he continued on with his work.

He was unsually quiet.

Even the dockyard felt different. You called out his name gently and he immediately rolled out from under the ship, his eyes fixed on you. There was a melancholy edge to his gaze. Those wonderful brown eyes, which were usually so confident and happy, glistened with doubt and insecurities.

“Are you okay?” You slowly asked as he dropped his head back down, looking at the ship. He didn't continue working, yet he feared looking at you as he couldn't give away everything he was feeling.

He blinked at you and asserted, "I am fine, thank you." He played with the spanner in his hand and pushed himself back under the ship. He began tweaking away. You rested your arm against a metal crate that was beside the ship. You shivered as the cool metal lowered your body temperature. The air cooled considerably as you simply watched him work.

You knew he wasn't ready to talk.

So, you took out your PADD and began looking at your work briefs for your upcoming trial. A case of criminal negligence by an important official in Naboo. A somewhat unpleasant case to deal with but you prided yourself on fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves. You had limited time on Ord Mantell but even a moment with Tech made the trip to this planet worth it.

For a while, you both worked away. You read through the brief and reviewed the submitted evidence. You only stopped to hand Tech the tools he needed that were out of his grasp.

Secretly, you loved these comfortable silences where productivity was valued over baseless conversation and you didn't want to push him into talking about whatever had placed sadness in his eyes.

Suddenly, Tech pulled himself out from under the ship and stood quickly, his eyes fixed on you. He brushed off his blue trousers and adjusted his goggles, as he always did when he was nervous. He sucked in a breath and bluntly asked, “would you not prefer to be around someone who expressed emotions the way others do?”

“What?” You asked, shocked by his unexpected outburst.

“I know that perhaps I do not focus my attention on you the way I should. I upset Omega simply because I could not understand her reaction to Echo’s temporary departure. It led me to wonder if I am capable of being a suitable companion to someone as wonderful as you.”

You are so much more than a companion Tech, you painfully admitted to yourself. Your actual response was perhaps a little more conservative, you'd never really discussed what you were to each other. He had approached you slowly and positioned himself next to you, his back and hips pressed against the crate.

“No Tech,” you reached for his free hand, “I prefer you. I prefer your fascination with everything unexplained, everything technical, everything wonderful. I prefer your mind, your way of speaking. The way you explain everything to me. You are so much more than suitable. You are more than enough. I just…” you gave his hand a gloved gentle squeeze and his cheeks coloured, his head turned away, “I just prefer you.” You pulled at his hand gently, encouraging him to look at you again. You couldn’t help the slight frown that crossed your lips as you were pained by his self-doubt. His eyes remained on the floor. “Why would you ask me such a thing, Tech?”

“On our most recent mission to mine the Ipsium, Omega truly believed that I did not care about the absence of Echo. I –“ he laced his fingers through yours, adding strength to a previously limp connection, “I was unaware that this was the brashness I was presenting. I managed to upset Omega, Wrecker…even Hunter. Simply because I process information and situations differently than they do.”

“There is nothing wrong with the way you process information, Tech.” You raised his hand gently and kissed his fingertips, yet you noticed that his expression remained pained. However, he let out a soft sight as you placed a second careful kiss to his fingertips. You wished he wouldn't wear gloves. Well, pained for Tech. His eyes were lingering on the Marauder and his lips ever so slightly frowned. You looked at the ship which was lit under the soft glow of the moon from above and a harsh glow from the spotlights below the ship fought with the soft light of the moon as the light glimmered on the ship.

“That is not all that happened on this mission.” He sighed gently and you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” As he began to explain what happened to Omega, the conversation they had in the cave, the ‘failures’ he had encountered from his behaviour to the kid that had stolen their ship, you felt your heart ache for him. Your chest tightened with every snippet of information he discussed, and he discussed many.

He hadn’t let go of your hand. This simple act of affection meant everything to you.

As he finished his tale, you let out a pained whisper, “Tech.” He still didn’t look at you.

“Is there a different way I should be expressing my emotions?”

“No, Tech. The way you are is just fine.”

“But perhaps –“ He began and before you could allow his thoughts to spiral, you interrupted his pained thoughts. “If you think for even one second that you need to change the way you are then you must listen to me.” He let go of your hand so that he could rub at the back of his neck. You place your hand on his cheek, feeling the heat of his embarrassment. “You are magnificent, and you are wonderful, just as you are.”

His expression was still pained. I had better confess it now, whilst I am trying to express my emotions, he thought logically. “I also worry that you may also be unaware of my true feelings at times. That was my true reason for asking.” He said it so plainly that you couldn’t help but experience a bolt of lightning hitting your stomach. Not only did he care; he cared about you in a way that he had never truly expressed.

“Tech, I know how much you care for your brothers. For Echo. For Crosshair. But I also know that you care about me.” The corners of your lips twitched as the heat reached your cheeks. The cool air made the heat of your cheeks tender.

“I was not simply confessing that I care about you. Not in the way I care for my lost brothers.” He countered gently and the dusted pink of his cheeks began spreading to his neck. He looked into your eyes, searching for evidence that he should not continue, that you were uncomfortable with his train of thought. Yet, he only found the usual caring gaze in your emerald eyes. He had always loved the depth of green he saw when he looked into them deeply. “I was referring to my ardent and, at times, amorous feelings for you.”

“The amorous feelings you have for me?” You repeated slowly, as if you were entirely unaware of them.

He hadn’t ever directly mentioned them before, although you had suspected them. He always took the time to explain technical things to you. He sat closer to you than he did anyone else. You had caught him staring at certain revealing outfits you had worn for political events. You noticed the way he smiled when you were heatedly debated things with Echo. Simply put, you had noticed the little things.

“Tech, if you think I am unaware that you care a great deal about me then you are, possibly for the first time since I’ve known you, sorely mistaken.” He looked perturbed at the notion he had been so obvious. He thought he had been discrete.

With a soft chuckle you let go of his hand and hopped up onto the metallic crate that your body had been resting against as you’d spoken to him. As he simply watched you, with a sheepish but doe-eyed expression, you couldn’t help but shake your head with a chuckle. You indicated that he should sit next to you.

With a little pat, pat on the space beside you.

He complied and quickly moved to sit next to you. His shoulders uncharacteristically sagged a little. The pain of the recent revelations clearly weighing on his body. You gently whispered his name as you looked up towards the moons effervescent light. His head didn’t quite face you but you could tell you’d dragged him from his thoughts.

“I meant what I said, my darling clone.” The pink hue reappeared on his cheeks. “I prefer you. I would even say that I care about you more than anyone. Plus,” you chuckled faintly again, “I am hardly an expert on excessive emotion. I am a lawyer, a politician of sorts I suppose. Reason, logic and knowledge are the things I cherish the most. You have all of those things in your marvellous brain in abundance.” With a startled stutter, his eyes finally snapped up to yours. “Did you think I have a wealth of work on Ord Mantell? I don’t come here for legal debate. I come here for you. I will always go where you are. I can’t seem to help myself.”

My god, how could he not know?

You hadn’t noticed the silence that filled the usually cluttered and crowded dockyard. It floated around you both melodiously. But as you noticed that he had no intention of speaking, you continued with your confession, “Tech, it’s okay that you don’t express things the way others do. I understand you and I understand the little things that you do for me. I know what it all means. I know you care. I wouldn’t ask anymore of you because what we have, even though we haven't labelled it, is wonderful, just as it is.”

“Thank you,” he whispered gently, taking hold of your hand once more. You took the opportunity to rest your head on his muscular shoulder. It was softer than you expected.

And then he did the truly unexpected. He rested his head atop yours.

“I am glad that you understand me, meshla.” He said it so gently that you weren’t absolutely sure that he’d said it. He sighed and said, “I have so many repairs to do. We have issues with the skip drive, the power grid is slightly damage from the scrappers who stole the ship and Omega has broken her communications device again.”

“Again?” You laughed as you spoke. That kid breaks that device every time they leave this planet, you thought gently. Tech uttered a yes as he pulled the device out from his belt. The buttons blinked erratically, and you could see the plate was bent out of place.

“Sorry,” he whispered as he lay his back on top of yours, “I suppose I just ruined the moment.”

“Not at all. If anything, you proved that you will always be the magnificent Tech that I care so much for. Fixing everything and impressing the hell out of me.” Your eyes closed softly as you enjoyed the warmth radiating from him. “You could even say that this is romantic.”

“How is this” he gestured to the cluttered dockyard, “romantic?”

“We are sitting together under moonlight.” You laughed and confirmed, “that’s pretty damn romantic to me.”

"You look very... pretty this evening. I -" he smiled softly as his fingers played with the fabric pooled around your thighs. "I find this dress very distracting, it is simply gorgeous."

"Thank you. I had another silly corporate dinner." You feel into a comfortable silence.

“I suppose now would not be an appropriate time to start fixing the comm device.” You laughed at this statement, knowing he was eager to get back work.

“No it wouldn’t,” you lifted your head and gingerly reached towards him, placing a soft kiss to his cheek, “but do it anyway. But let me tell you a secret first.” He looked shocked as his head finally turned your direction. You kissed his cheek again, liking the way it made his cheeks flush deeper. He was almost crimson now. After that little kiss, you were close enough to reach and whisper in his ear. “I find it extremely sexy when you work on the ship.”

He arched an eyebrow and afforded you a true Tech smile. He was calm once more. You always knew the right thing to say.

Sexy, he wondered, how on Earth was it sexy? He realised the why didn’t really matter. What mattered was how he could keep you thinking that.

And so, he reached for his tool belt and pulled out a small hydrospanner. Time to get to work.

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TB S2 EP 13 THOUGHTS!

True, Omega has gotten really good with being a soldier. She's staying cool in high tension situations, she has good aim, thinks on her feet and outsmarts her opponents easily. But Phee is right, Omega hasn't gotten to just be a kid for a while now. She deserves to have a proper childhood

LOVED seeing Hunter's enhanced senses at work. Sometimes I catch myself going "froce sensitive?" just because he's so hyper-aware

^this is just based on him grabbing that dudes wrist when he tried to take his money

THAT MOMENT WHEN WRECKER GOT UP WHEN THE GUY WAS ALL "shoulda brought more muscle" BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR BITCH

Phee shooting that guy under the table like damn girly alright

"Yes, I am playing against myself. It is the only time this game is a challenge." YES BABY TELL 'EM ALL HOW SMART YOU ARE🤍🤍🤍

"We never had such a thing. I do not see the issue." Oh,,,, oh Tech Baby. Stop telling people how dumb you are🤍🤍🤍

Hunter did look like he was mulling over Phee's words

CID CAN GO AND :)

"Our mutually beneficial agreement wasn't so beneficial,,, mutually." Hunter your himbo is showing babes

HHHHH OKAY IT'S SUBTLE BUT!!! When Phee types in the coordinates to Pabu, her hand lands on Tech's shoulder. He briefly glances down at it, somewhat skeptically, and then she lifts it off again, before patting his shoulder and his eyes widen a little bit and maybe im too invested in this ship and I'll be quiet now bye

PABU IS SO PRETTY OMG

I LOVE that Phee isn't like a pirate-pirate. Like I thought she was shady but dang, she's just taking back people's heritage that was stolen from them and I LOVE IT

"Got some competition." WAAAAHH I KNEW IT

"Welcome" "Welcome" "Welcome" "Welc-" "PUT IT THERE" WRECKER I LOVE YOU

"Lots of food, drink and general merrimaking," points at Tech, "You'll probably hate it. It'll be great." Tech rolls eyes

^YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

NO BECAUSE BECAUSE Tech is the sassy b in the squad and Phee switching her flirting technique from "hi there good looking" to "lol dumb b" IS EXACTLY WHAT OUR BOY WANTS AND SHE FCKING KNOWS IT

AND THEN IT WORKS BC TECH TURNS AROUND TO LOOK AT HER WHEN THEY SPLIT AND HE'S LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE AND THEN HE HAS THE LITTLE SMILE AND DOWN ANGLED FACE AND WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"I have not heard her laugh like that in some time." Heeeeessss learniiiiing (that Phee was right lol)

"As a father, you couldn't ask for a better place to raise a child." Okay, glad we're all on the same page. Like, I'm glad all we gotta do is take one goddamn look at Hunter and just go "Dad."

I know it's supposed to be a joke again, but like Wrecker being full for the first time? That's so sad. Imagine going to bed hungry EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. Being full for the first time is something to remember, Tech should be writing it down.

Omega and Lyana bonding on the boat was so sweet!!

Phee getting Tech away from his datapad to get him to appreciate life's beauty IS MAKING MY HEART SO FULL

"Pretty spectacular, right?" <- Phee using the word spectacular, even though its not in her usual vocabulary, because she's generally more succinct and down to earth, but it's totally a word Tech would use

"I suppose... that is... one way to... quantify it." <- Whenever Tech talks about data or research (topics without emotional involvement) his sentences flow nicely and evenly and he gets about 100 out in 2 seconds. Whenever he has to talk about emotions or emotions are involved in the conversation suddenly he gets quieter and his sentences have less of a flow. He doesn't stutter, but he needs a minute to get them out. hmm yes very interesting.

Hunter checking in with the girls, so cute

Omegas learned a lot and has been pretty secure in her ability, but hearing her sound so scared when the wave came? dang. loved that she immediately called hunter though. V sweet :)

TECH AND PHEE WORKING TOGETHER

PHEE HOLDING ON TO TECH TO GET UP THE WALL HEHEHEHEHEHHE

Not a single 'fear of heights' comment from Wrecker when climbing that ladder. Proud of him :)

Tech pushing through that crowd to check on his bro THE CUTENESS

Wrecker side-hugging the mayor when he's looking at all the destruction I CAN'T THAT'S SO SWEET

So,,, so Phee and Tech just move as a unit now, huh... very interesting

Phee not letting Tech disturb Omega, Lyana, and Wrecker and him listening to her so quickly just,,, I think she'll end up helping him connect to/understand human emotion better and show him how to navigate relationships and I'm SO HERE FOR IT

Like she knows people and is clearly good with relationships, and he recognises that and trusts her to point him in the right direction, WHICH HE DIDN'T AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE!!!

"We could stay and help out with things."

"I had the same idea."

"Did you, now?"

cue cute smiling at eachother

WAAAAAAAA MY BABIES!!!!

10/10 episode, made my heart v happy. Dave Filoni, I have left your walls, you may live in peace until next week.

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