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Separation

Chapter 8 of Moonwalker: The Batch

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Crosshair x Fem!OC, Hunter x Fem!OC

Chapter summary: Sarah stays back on Kamino while her squad goes to Onderon, and Tarkin will atempt to recruit her as he hints at the plans he has for her beau.

Warnings/tags: Mature (minors still not allowed). Angst, so much angst, love triangles and tensions due to these, language, more angst, panic attacks.

A/N: Happy Moonwalker Monday! Prepare for more angst, my lovelies.

Word count: 5.1k

Songs: Moonwalker by kainbeats

As Clone Force 99 set out to make preparations for the mission to Onderon, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that each member of the squadron was being hunted in a different way. As she sat alone on a pile of crates of weaponry, Tech and Echo saw to the mission's requirements while Wrecker and Crosshair were away seeing the new armory. She'd already done all of her prepping and was now merely waiting, her gaze lost in a point in space, without a particular coherent thought other than the lingering sense of dread that she couldn't rid herself from.

And then, as she lifted her gaze when she sensed movement approaching, she expected to see Wrecker and Crosshair approaching. Instead, she was met only with disappointment when she noticed a trio of shock troopers making a beeline towards her.

Immediately, Sarah began to tense.

"We need you to come with us," said their captain when they reached Sarah. "Governor Tarkin has requested your presence."

"Why?" She asked bluntly.

"Because you're an exception," the trooper answered. "It's best if you come with us willingly, ma'am."

Her sense of caution only heightened. With Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair's absence, her sudden call to leave seemed more than suspicious.

"What does it matter if she is an exception?" Tech stepped up beside Sarah, much to her relief. "We'll need her on Onderon."

"Tarkin's orders," the trooper said bluntly as he pointed a blaster at them. "Don't make me ask again."

"What's going on here?" Hunter's voice interrupted the threat as he arrived and doubtlessly placed himself between Sarah and the blaster.

"She's staying here," the trooper said. "You'll be going to Onderon without her."

"Apparently, Tarkin wants to see me," Sarah told Hunter.

"Let me stay with her," Echo calmly intervened, raising his hands as a sign of peace, but the trooper only aimed at him.

"She stays here alone," said the captain. "Now stand down."

Sarah held her hands up, submitting as she had no other option. "It's okay, take it easy. I'm coming."

She slowly walked up from behind Hunter and did her best to maintain a confident exterior, when really she hated the idea of splitting up. She promised herself she'd avoid it at all cost, but she knew that not complying with the troopers' orders would only make things harder on all of them.

It would have been much easier to do if Crosshair was there, if she'd only had the chance to say goodbye to him, to tell him things would be alright.

Hunter reached out to grab Sarah's hand with an endearing gentleness before she left with the troopers. "Hey. We'll be back soon, alright?"

Sarah hastily nodded, her eyes drifting to the direction where Wrecker and Crosshair should have been coming back from.

But she didn't see him.

For a moment, Hunter gazed upon her with a sadness in his eyes, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll tell him."

His words caught Sarah's attention again, and she nodded again at him, this time more calmly. "Thanks. Be careful, alright? Please."

Nodding, Hunter let go of her hand, leaving her without a choice but to follow the troopers as she was escorted, flanked by the shock troopers.

As they exited the hangar, Sarah saw no sign of Crosshair, but what she did notice as she and the troopers entered the white corridors of Tipoca City was that little Omega was running towards the hangar. Her course was set to the Marauder, but she stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw Sarah.

Omega tried grinning, knowing she wouldn't be able to do anything about Sarah's current situation. Still, Sarah noticed Omega seemed worried. Sarah tried her best to smile back at the kid, but she knew her worry was visible as well.

And finally, before Omega was out of sight, Sarah caught a glimpse of her running down the hangar directly towards Hunter.

Whatever Omega wanted to tell Hunter couldn't push Sarah's current worries out her mind even if she wanted it to. She thought about Crosshair, and what his reaction would be like when he realized she'd been taken. She could only hope he wouldn't worry too much, that he wouldn't lash out, and the bitter regret of not having seen him off before that began to hit her once more.

They'd barely talked about the kiss, the opportunity cut short, and Sarah still couldn't get that out of her mind.

The troopers led Sarah near the central halls where prime minister Lama Su usually resided—she dreaded the idea of sitting through another conversation with me, but it was a notion she'd change her mind on as soon as the doors opened to a circular room, blindingly bright, empty except for Tarkin, whose back was turned on her.

At the sound of doors opening, Tarkin turned around, his cold, unfriendly eyes staring Sarah down. The troopers wordlessly walked out of the room, leaving Sarah feeling cornered and exposed, as though she'd just walked into the cage where she'd rot the rest of her life.

She could have cut through the tension with Hunter's knife.

"By now, the rest of your squad is on route to Onderon," Tarkin broke the silence.

"Yes," Sarah's voice was strained, the knot in her throat dangerously evident. She couldn't allow this man to see even a glimpse of vulnerability in her.

But by the way Tarkin was looking at her, Sarah could assume she was way past that point.

"That will give us time," he said as he approached her with his hands held behind his back. "I'll get right to it. I'm sure you remember me from the Citadel rescue."

"I do," she said.

"And I remember you."

Sarah felt a chill run through her as she hesitated to answer.

"You are lucky you are not and have never been a Jedi," Tarkin continued. "And yet, you are a Force user. Order 66 simply overlooked you."

"Should I be thankful?" She said.

Tarkin menacingly stopped in front of her. "You should be honored."

"Sir?"

"The Empire requires capable soldiers to help its rise into power," Tarkin explained. "Given your abilities, the Emperor, as well as those in high command of military forces, are all in agreement that you could be a valuable asset to imperial militia, more so than your current squad."

Shit.

"You're lucky you have an entire army ready for your command," Sarah steered the conversation. "As for me, I was planning on having nothing to do with the military once the Clone War ended, and seeing as it has, well. You can imagine I'm not interested in a new militia."

"And what about your squad?" Tarkin raised a brow.

"I couldn't speak for them," Sarah replied. "We'd have to ask them when they return."

Tarkin gave a subtle nod, sighing ever so slightly as though he were making his mind on how to proceed with her. It disgusted Sarah and made her nerves stand more alert than ever.

"In any case, the Empire does not deem clones as the best option for its military forces," Tarkin admitted. "They are costly in more ways than one, and they are not entirely up to the task of protecting such a grand controlling force in the galaxy."

"They're not products" Sarah snarled at him. "They're men, and they also happen to be the best soldiers you could wish for."

"Alas, I have seen their capabilities in the past days," Tarkin told her, his lips curving into a faint smile it was almost wicked. "And I have also seen the exceptions."

A moment of silence engulfed them as Sarah refused to speak, but then Tarkin spoke again.

"Tell me about CT-9904."

She tensed as a rush of emotions clouded her. Defensiveness, protectiveness, pain. The pain of not having seen him off before his mission. The bittersweetness of their first kiss, the sin and indignation that it had been their only one until then.

Her emotions manifested in a burning anger, a passion ready to defend her bond with him until her last breath.

"What do you want with him?" She finally asked.

"He is the finest in your squad, as I'm certain you will agree," Tarkin spoke, his voice carrying an edge to it.

Sarah then realized that Tarkin knew everything—she hadn't masked her feelings for him all that well during the simulation, and not unlike Crosshair himself, Tarkin's ability to observe meant that he knew everyone's greatest weaknesses.

It made him a threat.

"You will not let me lie when I say that his performance in the evaluation was exceptional," Tarkin prompted her.

"He tends to excel in what he does," Sarah said.

"Did he execute Order 66?" Tarkin cornered her.

Sarah knew that they would all be dead if she lied, but telling the truth meant Tarkin would have his way with whatever he had in mind for Crosshair.

"What caused Order 66?" Sarah said.

"Answer my question," Tarkin's gaze pierced through her, in a manner much more terrible and hostile than Crosshair's gaze ever would.

She sighed silently, her heart sinking when she realized she had no choice. "Yes. Yes, he did execute the order."

"And what about the rest of your squad?"

"I couldn't tell," Sarah spoke. "I'd felt the impact of the order through the Force, and I was barely focusing. I only remember Crosshair firing at the Padawan."

Tarkin seemed skeptical at her, but Sarah felt comfort in that she didn't exactly lie to him. Her reply was reasonable, and there were few ways in which Tarkin could question it.

"As I suspected," he shot Sarah's confidence down. "It is why they have been sent to Onderon. Just bear in mind that any untruths will surface after this mission."

His statement was unmistakably a threat to her.

"This only leaves the question of your allegiance," he told her.

"I won't enlist willingly," Sarah barked at him. "And neither will they."

"I'm not concerned about them," Tarkin confronted. "They are still clones. Their condition can be seen to."

Then, Tarkin revealed a small device on his wrist and, with the simple press of a button, the three shock troopers returned to the room and surrounded Sarah.

"Remove all her weapons and take her to the brig," Tarkin ordered, and then he looked at Sarah. "Your fate is still yet to be determined. Use your abilities to try and escape, and your fate will only be sealed."

Sarah knew since the Citadel that a man such as Tarkin should never be allowed to rise into power. All she could do now was glare at him as the troopers cuffed her hands behind her, never removing her cold eyes from him until the troopers spun her around and took her away once they'd taken her rifle away from her.

She felt her heart break just a little when they took the rifle. It used to be Crosshair's—he'd given it to her.

She was taken into a lonely cell in the brig and locked inside with ray shields with an aggressive shove. A single trooper guarded the doorway to the outside of the brig, and it dawned on Sarah that she hadn't been that alone since before she joined Clone Force 99. As she looked around the dim, empty cell, she couldn't bring herself to enjoy her solitude the way she normally would. Whereas once it would have been peaceful, or a means to deal with things, now it rendered her as helpless as she had been before, and she didn't like it.

Sarah had no way of knowing anything. She didn't know if her boys were fine on Onderon, or if they'd be hunted. In the best scenario, they would return to Kamino, but Tarkin had made it clear he didn't intend on letting them walk around freely unless they fully complied with whatever he ordered—and she knew her boys would sooner sleep with Krykna than do that.

But if they didn't execute Order 66, they could all be heavily punished for that, and Sarah only hoped she covered well enough for them.

The cell had slim little windows perched high on the wall, close to the ceiling. They weren't enough for her to get a view of the storm, but she could hear the thunder raging outside, and that was enough for her to draw some stability. She sat cross-legged on one of the benches of the cell and breathed deeply to ground herself, beginning to meditate.

It was all she could do, anyway.

Sarah had lost track of how long she'd been meditating when the sound of the ray shields powering down brought her back to the cell. The shock troopers had returned with another captive, no one other than little Omega, who had been shoved into the cell with Sarah.

Omega tumbled from how hard she was pushed, but Sarah caught her before she could fall, and no sooner was she in than the troopers brought the ray shields back up and left the brig.

"Thanks," Omega grinned up at Sarah despite having been thrown in.

Sarah could only smile back. Being alone with Omega brought out a sisterly instinct within her, one she never thought she could have. And then, Sarah stumbled upon a more imminent line of thought, one concerning why a small and harmless child such as Omega would be thrown into a detention cell.

"Why are you in here?" Sarah asked the child.

Omega let out an embarrassed chuckle. "I was caught looking around your barracks. You all have some pretty cool stuff."

Sarah tilted her head. "Why would that make you be imprisoned?"

Omega returned Sarah's gaze, wordless, and Sarah then knew that the child's very identity would be the answer to her own question, even if it was an answer that didn't have to be heard right then.

Then, Omega's gaze softened. "Did you refuse Tarkin's offer?"

"How'd you know he wanted to recruit me?" Sarah sat down on the bench again.

"He mentioned it earlier when I overheard him talking to Nala Se and the prime minister," Omega said. "I was going to warn you all earlier, when I went into the hangar. I'm sorry I didn't stop them from taking you."

"You couldn't have," Sarah smiled, reassuring her.

"I did tell Hunter Kamino wasn't safe anymore," Omega continued. "I don't think he understands what's going on."

Sarah sighed. He's still a guy.

"It'll be painfully clear when they return from Onderon," Sarah spoke with a dim sense of foreboding, though thankfully, new and lighter questions began to prick at her mind as she focused once again on Omega. "How do you know so much about our squad?"

Omega sat with her legs crossed on the bench too, mimicking Sarah's position. "I belong with you guys. They were all too young to remember, but I was there when they were created."

"And you're not a regular clone yourself either," Sarah smiled down at her. "I guess it makes sense."

Omega smiled up at her.

"And how did you know about me?" Sarah asked her again.

"Well, you're part of the squad too," Omega replied happily. "Nala Se told me all about you when you returned here with them for the first time."

Sarah couldn't help but laugh. "Really, Nala Se told you about me, and you like me? I can't imagine she's kind to me behind my back after the stunt I pulled with her."

"I can make up my own mind," Omega winked.

Sarah was happy that her you won't shut me up without me putting up a fight reputation preceded her, but before she could continue commenting on the subject, she felt a disturbance deep within her core causing her to jerk her head in the direction of the hangars outside.

"What is it?" Omega asked, her curiosity rocketing at Sarah's Force-sensitivity.

A dull, disheartening sense of foreboding washed itself over Sarah. "They're here."

And they're walking into a trap.

Sarah's anxiety grew. Would they face Tarkin? What was going to happen to them? Were they even alright from their mission on Onderon?

She knew more or less what Tarkin had in mind for her, but it pained her not to know what he had planned for the rest of her squad. She knew Crosshair had caught his attention, but what about the others? There was no way of knowing except waiting—and Sarah hated to wait.

The shock troopers who had brought Sarah and Omega into the brig showed up again, this time escorting the rest of Clone Force 99. They had been stripped of all their armor and gear; when the ray shields were lowered, they too were shoved into the tiny cell.

The first one to greet Sarah was Echo, whom she received with a short yet tight hug before the rest of them huddled near her just as the ray shields were powered up once more.

"You okay?" Echo asked Sarah.

She nodded slowly. "What happened?"

Echo sighed, the weight of recent events obviously crashing on him. "Those insurgents Tarkin sent us to wipe out were Saw Gerrera and a few of his soldiers, but most of the people with them were civilians. There were elderly people and even children among the refugees."

"Children?" Sarah gasped. "That's awful."

"We thought so too," Echo turned away from her. "Most of us did, at least."

"Are you done telling on me?" Crosshair's voice came in the mix of a growl and a slur.

Sarah's heart sank. When she looked at Crosshair, the first thing she noticed was how hard his eyes were as he looked at his brothers, reciprocated by the dismay, the uncertainty and displeasure that they looked at him with.

She felt as if she'd missed an important detail by staying behind.

"Cross, what do they mean?" Sarah asked him softly as she walked up to him, her hand gently brushing his forearm.

"He was the only one willing to complete that mission," Echo said quietly; Sarah could tell his tone wasn't accusatory, but rather he was worried for Crosshair, and he worried even more about what Sarah could do about it.

But Sarah shivered at the thought that Crosshair would be willing to comply with Tarkin's orders. And yet, he didn't. He had protested, but he didn't go off on his own to terminate innocent people even if he'd been ordered to, and as long as that was true, Sarah knew there was hope.

"It's all been a trap," Hunter said.

"Tarkin wanted to see if we were willing to do as he said," Tech added. "He spied on us with a probe droid and everything, and once he saw we didn't comply, this happened."

"I don't think he had any faith you'd do as he said," Sarah replied. "He threw me into the brig far before you guys would be discovered. Coming back here was a trap for you guys too, you should have left when you had the chance. I could have gotten out on my own."

"Leaving you behind never would have crossed our minds," Hunter said softly.

Sarah's gaze was just beginning to soften at him when Tech walked past them, adjusting his goggles as a little smile appeared on his face.

"Well, from the look of things, we have just caught two birds with one stone," Tech spoke as he directed everyone's attention to Omega, who was still sitting as she awkwardly waved at them.

But even Omega's sweet little grin wasn't enough to keep everyone's minds from racing. Sarah had to repeat things to herself like they were mantras, telling herself they'd all be fine as long as they stayed together. That was all that was necessary; it was her one mistake when she was still with Fives, and she resolved not to make it again.

Even if we're in a cell, we're together. It's all of us. We're together.

We'll be fine.

Sarah then caught a glimpse of Omega staring at her with big, curious eyes, and the child smiled at her, not awkwardly the way she had before, but with a pure innocence and desire to do good.

"Your eyes are lovely, Sarah," Omega said.

In the middle of Sarah's silent panic attack, that was the last thing she would have expected Omega to say. Regardless, the kid got a smile out of her, and Sarah reciprocated by reaching her hand out and brushing the delicate piece of jewelry on Omega's forehead.

"Thanks," Sarah smiled. "I like this little thing."

Omega grinned back, but her happiness was soon replaced with a look of regret and she addressed the squad as a whole. "I'm sorry you guys are in the brig too."

"Don't worry," Sarah told her. "It could be worse."

"And besides," Hunter added, "we were looking for you too."

Omega lit up. "For me?"

"Well, you wanted to come with us, didn't you?" Hunter crouched down in front of her with a light smile that made him look like a father to her. "Unless, of course, you'd rather stay here on Kamino."

"No!" Omega quickly belted. "I want to go with you!"

"How touching."

Crosshair's voice made Sarah forget everything, forget about Omega, even about Hunter. She turned around to see him, angry, annoyed. And yet, what he had just said and the way he'd said it, it echoed the way he'd spoken back on the Separatist dreadnought back before Sarah and Echo joined them, when he was playing around and showing off for her. It had been one of the first times Sarah had felt weak in the knees for someone since Fives, and now, it was full of tension, of resentment.

Hunter and Crosshair glared at one another, and the bitter feeling not only returned to Sarah, but it filled the entire room.

"Crosshair, that's enough," Echo said quietly, not attempting to fight with the marksman.

"No, by all means, let him speak," Hunter said, still glaring at his youngest brother. "You think I'm doing a bad job leading the squad? Would you rather I gave the order to kill those refugees?"

"Hunter!" Sarah called out.

"You're getting old and soft," Crosshair snarled back. "We're only in here because of you, she," he gestured at Sarah, "was only in here before us because you couldn't protect her."

Hunter looked as if Crosshair had struck a nerve.

"If I'd been there, I wouldn't have let anyone take her," Crosshair finished. "And that was how good you could cover for Sarah, what can the rest of us expect?"

"This isn't just about her," Hunter growled. "You were about to follow with Tarkin's commands."

"Good soldiers follow orders!"

"That's enough!" Sarah stood in between them. "If we fight amongst ourselves, we're doomed."

Hunter and Crosshair glared at each other one last time, the sight enough to make Sarah lose faith in everything, and then they went to opposite extremes of the cell.

Crosshair sat down at the bench where Sarah used to be, rubbing his temple and groaning quietly, clearly in pain. Faint images of Tup rubbing his head at the pain flooded her mind for a split second, and Sarah remembered what was happening to him, to all the clones except the ones there with them.

Crosshair couldn't help it, he couldn't stop it, even if he wanted to.

He then stood and walked up to one of the walls, still occasionally rubbing his temple. As Sarah watched him, the foreboding returned, as if it were telling her that something bad was about to happen.

And then, Crosshair's eyes met hers, and she could tell how his gaze softened when he saw her. The look in his eyes wasn't subtle or soft like when they'd talked about their kiss, or even in the way they'd looked at each other on Kashyyyk.

Crosshair was sad. He was pleading with his eyes what he couldn't speak out loud.

Sarah walked up to him. He was there, and she knew it, even if he was slipping away from her—a notion that made her tremble.

Then, not caring at all if all the others saw, Sarah tightly took Crosshair into her arms. He tensed up in her grip, but he didn't push her away. Given his state, Sarah would have expected he would, but instead, he merely let her hold him, and she was willing to cling to him if that was what it took.

She couldn't bear to lose him too, and as she held him just a bit tighter each second, she silently yet fiercely prayed.

Please don't take him away from me too.

Her head rested just below his heart. The beat of his heart soothed her, and then, Sarah felt his hand resting on her shoulder. He still didn't push her away, in fact, he was just keeping her there. Their eyes met, and she couldn't decide if she saw more fear or sadness in Crosshair's gaze.

And then, he bent down and rested his forehead on Sarah's, his eyes shutting softly when he did.

Be with me, Sarah recited mentally to try and keep herself from crying, to try and keep him there with her. If there was anything she could do, perhaps the Force would be an answer to keeping him grounded with them. She repeated the same mantra over and over as she focused on him, her marks burning at his touch on her, her mind racing as his essence infused hers.

Before Sarah could feel any hope, the sound of the ray shields powering down broke her attention, and her heart sank when she saw the three shock troopers incoming once more.

"CT-9904, you're coming with us," said their captain.

Sarah stood protectively in front of Crosshair. "You're not taking him anywhere."

"Move over," the trooper ordered.

"No."

As Sarah didn't waver, the trooper didn't hesitate to use the handle of his blaster to strike Sarah across her cheekbone, sending her tumbling to the ground. Echo rushed to catch her before she hit the floor, and when she looked back up, Sarah saw Crosshair punching the trooper mercilessly across the helmet.

"You lay a hand on her one more time, and I'll kill you," Crosshair snarled, towering over the troopers, his voice loud and menacing.

Crosshair began to walk out of the cell, only stopping briefly to look back at Sarah.

She was still in Echo's arms, and she looked up at him from the ground, her nebulae eyes already filling with tears.

"Don't go," she whispered.

But despite Crosshair's hesitation, and due to the pair of blasters already aimed at him from the other two troopers, he walked away.

As he did, Sarah's panting got faster to the point where she began hyperventilating. Powerless, she was forced to see someone she loved walking away from her, and she felt her entire body shaking as she got up and ran to the ray shields, crashing her fists onto them helplessly.

Around them, the walls began to tremble as well. The thin plaques of metal and durasteel lining the room began to dent and crumble; the ground beneath them began shaking, the thunder roared louder, lightning flashed with more fury as tears rolled down Sarah's eyes, her breathing faster than ever.

"They took him..." she sobbed. "Crosshair!"

"Sarah!" Echo rushed to her. "Sarah, breathe!"

Hunter ran over to her too and he set his hands firmly on her shoulders, bringing her attention to him as the walls around him continued to creak.

"Sarah!" He called out to her. "Look at me, it's okay, it's going to be fine—"

"They took him!" She wailed. "They took him, Hunter, bad things happen when we split up on Kamino!"

Hunter stared at her in realization as she cried, his heart shattering as he finally understood.

"You love him."

She continued to sniffle. Having Hunter in front of her made her crying quiet down, and with it, so did the rain and thunder as well as the walls around the brig. Her wailing had quieted down to small sniffles, until she finally began pouring her heart out, her head resting for comfort at Hunter's chest.

Hunter didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her.

"It's going to be okay," he said as recent events plagued his mind. He couldn't help but feel Crosshair had been right.

He'd failed to protect her before.

"Sarah," Hunter delicately spoke her name as if it were the most intimate of praises, bringing her starry eyes to look at his brown ones. "We'll find him, I promise."

She snuggled into his chest once more and let him take her to the bench, where he carried her in silence until she finally stopped crying.

Everyone was silent. Too many things were happening at once for them to keep track of, and in Hunter's arms, Sarah lost all notion of the time going by.

Her mind was blocked. Her emotions had worn her out, and fear clouded each of her senses. She felt afraid for Crosshair, hoping he wasn't being hurt by the imperials.

She felt afraid of her own power, and that hadn't happened to her before, not even on Umbara when she absorbed the planet's darkness.

She would have destroyed the entire brig if Echo and Hunter hadn't calmed her down.

What brought Sarah back to the real world was the sound of footsteps approaching the cell—the shock troopers yet again announced themselves, so much that the whole squad was just about done with them. But this time, their sights were fixed on Sarah as she rested in Hunter's arms.

"She's coming with us."

Hunter stood up calmly, his touch lingering on Sarah as much as it possibly could. He began to protest, trying his best to appeal to his fellow clone brothers' better nature, but the shock troopers didn't hesitate to strike Hunter as well, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

It was that gesture that brought Sarah on her feet, rushing to help Hunter back up.

"Don't hurt him!" She yelled, pleading, against her own pride. "I'll go with you, just don't hurt him, please."

The blasters were now aimed at her, and she knew what she had to do. She let Hunter go and stepped outside of the cell, and as the ray shields went back up, she looked over her shoulder at Hunter, whose eyes were wide with worry. She couldn't make any gestures at him regardless of how much she wanted to, and her lingering gaze earned her a shove from one of the troopers.

Her heart beat too fast for her to calm down. Her thoughts lingered on Crosshair, but now they were lingering on Hunter too.

And on top of that, she dreaded to finally find out how she fit in inside the Empire's awful new puzzle.

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Come Back | Bad Batch Fan Fic

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Words: 1748 words

Warnings: Angst. Reader gets hurt, mention of blood

A/N: I gave you romance with Fives last time. Now, time for some PAIN!!! I told yall I wanted to make a Bad Batch fan fic, I just didn’t expect my first one to be like this.

Pretty short, I wanted to write it down before I lose any inspiration, and I have to get back to my finals.

Hope you guys like!

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This plan has gone to crap!

It was supposed to be simple. Get into the command center, retrieve the necessary intel, and get out. Something you’ve done many times before. Piece of cake!

But last time you remembered, you did not have a child following you around. Omega insists on coming along, even going against Hunter’s orders. Because of her disregard of orders, she had tripped an alarm, alerting the guards to your position. But you couldn’t blame her. Even if she didn’t came along, something wasn’t going to go according to plan. She’s not a soldier and wasn’t trained like you and the rest of the Bad Batch. There were some tasks or missions that were fine for the young clone to come along, but this mission was more dangerous.

One good reason why; Crosshair had finally tracked you down.

The Batch had split up during the mission, aiming to complete your objectives. Before you can all regroup, that is when Crosshair and his Elite Squad Trooper caught up to the group. And you had the unfortunate case of protecting Omega from the sniper, who was now standing in front of you. With the only exit blocked by your former comrade, the only way to escape was to shoot your way out or leap out an 80 storied building.

“Crosshair, please! Don’t do this,” you pleaded, body shielding Omega as the young girl cowered behind you.

“I can bring you back alive,” The grey-haired clone spoke, raising his handheld blaster to your chest without hesitation. “Or in a body bag. Your choice, Freckles.”

You tense, staring down the barrel of the blaster, wondering for a second if it was put on lethal or stun mode. You felt Omega gripping your arm, sparing a glance at the child before looking back at Crosshair. His eyes held no remorse. There was no more warmth in those honey-brown eyes. Your heart shattered at the sight of him, your fists clenching to keep yourself composed.

“This isn’t you, Crosshair. That damn chip is manipulating you!” You snapped, keeping your stance and hoping to buy some time for Hunter and the others to assist you.

“You would have never shot Wrecker before, no matter how much he annoyed you. And you would never point a gun at me. Come back to us. We can find a way to free you from that chip. We know it’s not your fault, and we don’t blame you for your actions. Please,” you begged, your voice breaking a little as you reached your hand towards him.

The clone stared hard at your hand, his shoulders tensed before locking eyes with yours. He can see the desperation in them, unshed tears causing your eyes to glisten. This was a familiar sight. Not too long ago, when all of you were imprisoned back on Kamino, you had the same expression.

Crosshair was being taken away from the rest of the group for unknown reasons. Hunter, in his attempt to keep everyone together, received a harsh hit on his gut. The sergeant doubled over in pain, but no one dare moved to aid him as blasters were pointed at everyone. The clone shook his head at the sight of his sergeant before standing up. As he took one step forward, he felt a tug, keeping him in place. Looking back, he saw you gripping his hand with all the strength you have.

You were looking up at him, silently begging him not to go. The corner of your eyes shedding small tears, your hand squeezing his ever so tighter.

“Let’s go!” The clone guard exclaimed, his patience wearing thin.

Crosshair felt something foreign in him, telling him to obey. He knows that he should stay. He knows that he should fight against these mindless regs. He’s not like them. He belongs here with his brothers, and with you.

But, fighting the regs unarmed will just cause unnecessary casualties. And he can’t stand the idea of having his brothers’ blood on his hands. Especially a kid that is apparently a little sister. And you.

The thought of losing you caused him to shiver in fear. An emotion that he rarely felt, until you joined the team.

The sniper looked back at you once more, squeezing your hand in return. He gave you a reassuring look that was also apologetic and sorrowful.

You knew that there was no getting out of this. That there was no way in saving him. With a heavy sob, you let go of his hand, allowing him to be taken by the guards.

His hands were now trembling, causing the blaster to become unsteady. “Crosshair?” You said with uncertainty. The sniper’s eyes snapped back at you, having lost focus for a few seconds.

“So, you miss me? How sweet,” he sneered, but his hands continued to shake.

You relaxed your posture for a second, pulling your hand back before pressing it against your chest, right over your heart. “I have. So very much.”

Something must have snapped inside of the clone because his eyes became unfocused, and his hands were trembling harder. He was in pain, his free hand gripping the side of his head, eyes squeezing shut as the blaster fell from his hand. You watched as Crosshair internally fought against the inhibitor chip, hope slowly rising inside of you.

As you slowly approached him, you failed to hear the thundering sound of boots approaching you. The only indication that you got was hearing Omega gasping before shouting, “Look out!”

The moment you spotted the Elite Squad Trooper raising his blaster, you felt the searing hot pain piercing your side, and a blood-curling scream echoed throughout the room. You fell to your knees, clutching your left side, where the blaster shot hit you.

Luckily, you were wearing the specialized armor that the Bad Batch wear, so the blast wasn’t able to pierce the other side. But you can feel blood pooling out, and if you don’t get any aid soon, you’re going to die.

Before the trooper can shoot you again, he let out a shout of pain as Crosshair’s fist collided with his buckethead before punching his gut. “I told you to stun the woman and to shoot the men!” He snarled before kicking the hunched-over trooper.

As Crosshair’s attention was on the reg, Omega rushed to your side. Panting heavily, you grabbed a tool from your utility belt and wrapped an arm around the girl’s midsection. “Hold on...tight...and whatever...you do...don’t let go.”

“What are you---whoa!” Omega cried out as you picked her up and charged at the window. The girl screamed when your shoulder crashed into the window, both of you plummeting over the edge. Neither Crosshair nor the troopers reacted quick enough to catch you, watching the both of you fall to what appears to be your death.

You reached out your arm, pointing your modified grappling gun, and pulled the trigger. The claw-like end soar shot through the air, piercing the closes building, secured in place. The pair of you swing through the cold night air, Omega’s arms and legs wrapped around your neck and waist.

Before you could crash into another building, you released the trigger, the grapple unhooking from your end. You rolled onto the rooftop of a building, shielding Omega in the progress. Wincing, you got back on your feet, still holding onto the child, and continued to run away, troopers now shooting at you.

“Tech! I need a pickup, NOW!” You exclaimed into your communicator.

“We’re reaching your location!” His voice came through, and without another second to waste, you heard the engines of the Havoc Marauder. The ramp was open and both Hunter and Wrecker were there.

Despite the searing pain, your adrenaline forced you to pick up the pace. Blaster shots were flying past you, and if you move any slower, you were going to get hit again. But you weren’t scared of being hit by the Elite Squad trooper again. No. You were afraid of a certain sniper. Deep down though, you had hope that he wasn’t going to pull the trigger on you. He had several chances to do so, but he didn’t.

“Jump!” Hunter shouted as you reached the edge of the building. Mustering whatever strength you had left, you leaped from the edge, Omega’s arms reaching towards the Sergeant and larger clone. You collapsed into their arms, letting them pull you both inside as blasters were now hitting your ship.

“She’s been shot!” Omega cried. Hunter and Wrecker saw your bleeding side, and with a nod from their leader, Wrecker picked you up as carefully as possible and carried you to your cot. “Echo, get over here now!” Hunter shouted before grabbing whatever medical items that they need.

Your armor was removed and Wrecker ripped the fabric of your blacks to expose your wound, allowing the boys to stop the bleeding. You cried out in pain, legs kicking and your hand gripping the first thing that came into contact, which was Hunter’s hand.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Echo reassured as they pierced a needle into your wound before spraying it with bacta. Omega stood at the doorway, hands covering her mouth, silently crying as the boys managed to stop the bleeding. Despite being their combat medic, the Bad Batch knew a good amount of medical aid before you arrived, but learned more when you became part of their team.

“I can’t believe Crosshair shot her!” Wrecker growled as Echo placed a bacta patch to help quicken the healing progress.

“I don’t want to believe either. But he shot you, didn’t he?” Echo countered.

“He...he didn’t shot me,” you groaned, your hand squeezing Hunter’s.

“Whoa whoa whoa, no more talking. You need your rest, Freckles,” the Sergeant said, using his free hand to gently wipe off any sweat forming on your forehead.

You ignored Hunter’s order and took in a deep breath before continuing. “It was a...trooper. Crosshair said...only to stun me and Omega...” You then looked back at Hunter, body feeling weak and vision getting blurry. “He’s still in there...fighting to come back....we can’t lose hope.” You managed to say that last bit before darkness consumed you. You slumped against the pillow, a familiar scent comforting you as you slept.

The group watched you sleep, ensuring that you were okay before relaxing. Hunter slowly slipping his hand from your grasp before covering you with a blanket, Crosshair’s scent continued to engulf you.

“We will bring him home. I promise.”

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clonewarslover55 · 3 years

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congrats on sticking with the writing for a year! I love reading your stuff and can't wait to see what you put out in the future.

If your still taking requests can I have a bad batch x reader (you can pick which catcher it is) where they aren't together but like each other and have to pretend to be parents to omega to get out of trouble?

(I hope that makes sense. If it doesn't or it doesn't appeal to you, it's alright. I'm just a sucker for Star Wars Dads like the batch and Din😆)

Thanks!

Pretending to be Omega's parents with Hunter

Hunter X GenderNeutral!Reader

Thank you so much anon!! And yes, this makes perfect sense!! I really loved this request actually!

Notes: I chose Hunter because he is the main dad of the group! Also the reader is gender neutral!

Warnings: Spoilers for the Bad Batch, reader has known them for years so this fits together better(established relationship), Reader and Hunter have some mutual pinning going on ;)

You had worked with the Bad Batch throughout most of the Clone Wars, and they considered you a trustworthy assaset. Of course you were a low life like many others in the galaxy.

You worked odd jobs to make ends meet. From Bounty Hunter to smuggler, you had done it all. The Bad Batch loved you and all that you did, especially when you helped them on jobs or with their ship.

Once the war ended you were making good money off of many jobs, well until some certain clones came knocking on your door. You couldn’t say no to your boys, so you willingly welcomed them back into your life.

Now you were on the run with them; your future career in odd jobs possibly went down the drain now that the Empire was on your ass as well. But oh was it fun working with them again. Sadly Crosshair was left behind and now a slave to the Empire instead of the Republic. You’d miss the grouchy bastard. You’d help your boys get him back soon though.

Since the last time you saw them, the Bad Batch had also gained a new member. A sweet little blonde girl named Omega. She was absolutely adorable, and Hunter had clearly adopted her in his head. He’d do anything for that kid.

It was precious. And it only made your attraction to him grow.

You had always liked Hunter a bit more than the others…..In a different way as well. You believed the feeling was mutual. Well, you hoped it was.

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*The Havoc Marauder,(The Bad Batch’s ship), Space.*

Currently you are sitting in the ship, Omega sitting in your lap. You were telling her a story about some Bounty Job you had done a few years back. It was an incredible story, and of course you were the badass in it.

You exaggerated the story a bit, and Hunter clearly noticed. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, Hunter looking at you with a knowing smirk. You winked at him before turning your full attention back to Omega.

Her eyes were wide as she listened with great interest. Every now and then she’d interrupt you with a question. She was extremely curious, but still a sweetheart.

“We’re nearly there. The market town is rather large but we could still be noticed. The Empire clearly has a hold on the city.” Tech spoke, glancing at everyone in the ship. “The only way in is with disguises.”

You sat down Omega, “We’ll finish the story later.” You whispered, winking at the young girl. She grinned widely, winking back.

Wrecker laughed from the back, setting down the Gonk droid. “Yeah! Our armor does stand out huh?!” He punched Echo’s shoulder, Echo winching and glaring at his brother. You grinned at the boys.

“Oh I have an idea for Hunter and you.” Tech looked at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Tech knew you and Hunter had been pinning after one another for some time, neither of you making a move. So he’d make the move for you both.

You could nearly read their minds at this point. So you knew just what he had in mind. You glared at Tech, “Bastard.” You mouthed, Tech shrugging his shoulders. Hunter raised his eyebrows, glancing at you both.

“What?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms as he stood up from his seat.

“You two go in, wearing civilian clothes of course. Take Omega…..and pretend to be her parents. No one would have any idea who you are. You’d just be a couple out with their child, shopping the day away.” Hunter glanced at you, something alight in his dark eyes.

“I love this idea!!” Omega chirped, grinning widely at you and Hunter. “We’d be a good family!!” Tech and Echo smirked at you and Hunter. Wrecker looked as oblivious as Omega, but still just as happy.

You smiled nervously at Hunter who merely nodded his head. “Fine.” You spoke as you stood up, walking into the back to change your clothes. Hunter patted Tech’s shoulder as passed him, following you.

Tech grinned at the others once you and Hunter left the room. Omega even knew what was going on. A perfect plan to get you two to hook up!

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*The surface of the planet, the ship docks of the market town*

You walked off the ship, your hand holding Omega’s much smaller one. You, Omega, and Hunter were in similar civilian clothes, looking like an average couple with their daughter.

Echo followed with Tech, Wrecker staying on the ship as backup and as a guard. You grinned at their civilian clothes. Echo looked droid like and Tech was in some ugly outfit. Poor Tech looked uncomfortable while Hunter looked extremely comfortable.

“Alright. Separate ways, we grab what we need and bounce.” Hunter spoke, his firm voice making you pay great attention to him. You stared at his lips as he explained the plan.

“Everyone got it?” You nodded even though you hadn’t really listened…..His lips and handsome face were just that distracting. Tech and Echo left first, swiftly disappearing within the crowd of people.

“Alright then. Come on.” Hunter grabbed Omega’s free hand, leading you and her into the market town crowd.

You gently squeezed Omega's hand, “Have that list memorized sweetie?” You questioned, your voice sweet and dripping with honey. Omega grinned at the nickname, nodding eagerly. “Yup!” Hunter smiled back at his “daughter” and you, a soft look in his dark eyes.

About halfway through your little shopping spree Omega paused, looking at a toy cart. You smiled and pulled away from your “husband.” You led Omega to the cart, holding her tiny hand still. Hunter sighed, following you both.

She picked up a toy clone trooper, looking back at you and Hunter with puppy dog eyes. “How can I say no to that?!” You grinned, tossing the vendor the correct amount of credits.

“You spoil her.” Hunter spoke, putting his arm around you. You shrug, “So do you.” Hunter glared at you playfully, the vendor smiling at you both. “Perhaps.” Hunter spoke, leading you away by your waist; Omega followed, one hand holding Hunter’s and the other holding her new toy.

Once you two had all the goods you stopped, out of the way of the crowd of course. “We do make a decent couple don’t we?” You whispered quietly, Hunter’s face inches from yours so he could hear you.

Hunter nodded, Omega ignoring you both as she watched the crowd pass. “We should do this more often shouldn’t we?” He spoke, teasingly brushing his nose against yours. Your face got hot, a wide smile coming onto your face.

“Yes we should.” You whispered, your eyes flicking to his lips. Hunter smirked, finally connecting his lips with yours.

The wonderful kiss was interrupted by Omega screaming, “Ew!!! Tech! Echo! They’re kissing!!!!” You busted out laughing as she screamed over the comms. Hunter clearly died a little bit, hiding his face in your neck.

You laughed harder when you heard the laughing replies. “We’ll never live this down will we?” Hunter questioned. You shrugged, “I hope not.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his once again.

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lesbobiwan · 3 years

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8 with Hunter 🥺 Please and thank you 😇

#8: "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." + Hunter

warnings: spanking as punishment, cunnilingus, the joys of trying to have a sex life while being a parent to a nosy child

(lets pretend that the galaxy is nice and the bad batch has both omega and crosshair on board. because im the writer and say fuck u cowboy hat man. also u guys r here for porn. not plot)

It wasn't like you were being serious. You only wanted to have a little fun.

Crosshair was just... conveniently there.

"You must have very steady hands," you remark, holding up Crosshair's hand to inspect them.

He smirks from around his toothpick, totally aware of what little game you're playing but always ready to fuck with his brother.

His fingers are more slender than Hunter's, nimble in a way that's beneficial for a man who lives his life on the trigger of a gun.

You've always valued thickness over length.

You continue to inspect Crosshair's fingers regardless.

He lets you ooh and ahh at his fingers and in turn gets a nice confidence boost while fucking with Hunter. A beneficial relationship.

The vein on Hunter's is getting exponentially larger with every second you spend touching Crosshair, but it isn't until Crosshair offers to give you a personal demonstration of how useful his fingers can be that Hunter stands up.

"Alright," Hunter's voice is short and clipped and sure to cause the best kind of pain for your backside. "Everybody out." He stands up from his bunk, drawing the attention of Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Omega.

"What?" Echo's voice is incredulous as he looks up from whatever he was tinkering with.

"Where are we going?" Omega asks, bouncing up to her feet.

You would smile at her overabundant enthusiasm if it weren't for the fact that you wanted to be fucked. Now.

Being a new parent really puts a damper on your sex life, which was already had to be a little sneaky to begin with when you shared a ship with four other people.

Hunter falters, mouth falling open but staying silent.

"Um, Hunter and I just need to talk about something real quick, sweetheart," you cover, excitement starting to build in your gut.

Tech scoffs and mumbles something under his breath.

Wrecker elbows him hard enough to shove Tech into the side of the bunk.

"Oh," Omega rolls onto the backs of her heels, "what about?"

Yup, you're tapped out for trying to come up with excuses to get a child out of the house so you can have sex.

You look at Hunter and gesture out towards Omega. Your turn.

"Uhm... adult stuff," Hunter stammers smartly.

"C'mon, kid," Wrecker plucks Omega up around the waist and hauls her under his arm like a ball, easily leading her out of the ship.

Tech and Echo are the next to rise, both of them hauling little scraps of machinery.

"You do know we're in the middle of nowhere," Tech reminds the two of you on your way out.

"Out, Tech."

Crosshair is the last to get up, groaning with the obvious tremendous effort it takes to stand up. "You owe me," he informs you, pointing one of his long fingers at you.

"Bye, Crosshair," you sing, reaching out to graze a finger along his wrist as he steps past you.

The tension in the ship is palpable.

"I can't help but feel like you're mad at me," you point out, eyes trailing over the way that Hunter's broad chest rises and falls with each of his deep inhales.

You see Hunter's nostrils flair — most likely breathing in your arousal. No sooner than the thought enters your mind, Hunter's eyes dilate. Definitely breathing in your arousal.

Still, he doesn't say anything.

"Me and Cross were just having some fun," you defend, cheeks growing red.

Suddenly, your grand idea doesn't seem that grand anymore.

"Do you want to do this here? Or in the bedroom?" Hunter steps closer into your personal space, so close you can smell the GAR issued soap on him mixed with something distinctly Hunter.

He's offering you a small bit of mercy, a small portion of control in your punishment.

Then you have to open your big mouth.

"We could always use Crosshair's bun — hey!"

Hunter's hand closes around your hair within one breath and the next.

"Hunter!" you cry out, hands scrambling at his wrist, "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!"

He sits on a bunk and — oh, fuck it's actually Crosshair's bunk, Hunter's actually doing this — sprawls you across his lap, one heavy hand on the back of your neck.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and your cunt. "Okay, this isn't funny," you say, while internally you beg for him to keep going, "let me up."

You don't try as hard as you should to get out of his grasp. You think Hunter knows.

"No." Hunter's grip on your neck tightens while his other hand drags both your pants and panties over your ass until they get stuck around your knees. "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."

Shit. You rub your thighs together over his lap, one of your hands clasping around his ankle.

"How many do you think you deserve after that little stunt?" Hunter asks, though you know it's purely rhetorical. "Ten? Fifteen?" His hand swipes across the meat of your asscheeks, warming up the skin before he strikes it — another small mercy.

You hold your breath. You're sure any number you give will only be doubled.

Hunter huffs. "Smart girl," he comments at your silence. "Count."

That's all the warning you get before —

Smack!

You yelp at the first sting across your skin. The sound registers first before the pain. You jerk across his lap, kicking your legs out as you squeal.

The hand on the back of your neck tightens imperceptibly. "Forgetting something?"

"One!" you cry out, voice thick.

He offers you no praise. Not yet, at least. He knows this is light work for you. It's towards the end of your punishment that he'll have to start talking you through it.

Smack!

Hunter's palm lands on your opposite cheek, harder this time.

"Two!" you yelp, hands clenching around Hunter's ankle.

True to form, it takes more than a few spanks in order for you to begin to reach your limit. Your eyes get teary and you do your best to dig your face into the pristine sheets of Crosshair's bunk.

Still, despite your pain, you feel your inner thighs get slick with your arousal.

"That's my girl," Hunter coos, fingers turning almost gentle as he scratches at the nape of your neck. "Just a couple more, can you do that for me?"

His hand soothes the skin of your burning ass, but you jerk against him in sensitivity.

It's too much. Too much, you just want to be good for him now.

"Color?" Hunter prods, pulling his hand away from your stinging cheeks.

"Green!" you sob into the sheets.

Good girls take their punishment.

Hunter gives you one appraising squeeze to the back of your neck, distinctly different from how he grabbed it to get you under control, and wastes no time in delivering two succinct and brutal spanks — one to each cheek.

You wail out each corresponding number and allow yourself to devolve into tears against the sheets.

Hunter smoothes contact-warm palms over your ass cheeks, soothing the ache as best he can without getting up to grab some bacta. "Good girl," he praises, "such a good girl for me," his hand around the back of your neck slides up and begins scratching at your scalp just the way you like.

You feel your heart rate slowing down, and no doubt Hunter can too, under his careful ministrations. The ache in your ass is no less prevalent, but you can bare it.

Besides, you think as you begin to roll your hips against his thighs, there's another feeling you can focus on, instead.

Hunter chuckles, sliding the hand on your ass to dip between your thighs and ghost a finger along your folds, "Well, I suppose you do deserve a reward, don't you?"

You turn to look at him over your shoulder with teary eyes. "Please?"

Hunter flicks his thumb across your clit, and you jolt across his lap for a different reason this time. "Hands and knees, baby," he murmurs, patting your hip once to signal for you to move.

Your limbs feel sluggish as you pull yourself off his lap. "On the floor?" you ask as you start to lower yourself onto the cold ground.

A hand around your wrist stops you. "No. Right here."

Your eyes flew open. On Crosshair's bunk? Spanking you in one thing, but fucking you?

Your cunt burns in excitement. Crosshair will never forgive you and you'll never forget this.

You settle yourself onto your hands and knees on the worn-in mattress, and you don't have to wait long at all before broad, thick fingers are spreading your thighs open and a wicked tongue is pressing against your cunt.

"Fuck!" you cry out, back bowing as Hunter dives in.

His tongue is downright sloppy as he does his best to bury his face in your dripping folds. The sounds he's making against you are obscene and make your facial cheeks go almost as red as your ass cheeks.

Hunter groans against your cunt like it's the best thing he's eaten, and you tremble with the vibrations.

Fuck, you're so close already, it's not even fair.

His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks.

"Hunter!" you sob, falling face first into the mattress. Your thighs tremble beneath his hands.

After being spanked within an inch of your life, your orgasm is tittering along a cliff's edge, ready to be knocked over by the barest gust of wind that comes along in the form of Hunter sliding two thick fingers into your cunt and curling.

You fall apart around him, lips falling open in a wordless scream as your walls clench around his fingers. His relentless lips that sucked at your clit switch to slow licks as you ride out your orgasm.

Hunter pulls his fingers from your sopping pussy with a wet squelch. Immediately, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

You watch behind heavy eyelids as Hunter licks up every last drop of your release — you also notice the large wet spot in the front of Hunter's pants.

The knowledge that he came in his pants like some fresh-faced cadet is almost enough to have you wanting a second round.

"C'mon, baby," Hunter rasps, "Let's get you cleaned up."

When the rest of the crew comes back, Crosshair takes one look his bunk, with a wet spot from your tears and the crumpled up sheets and immediately groans.

"You're both disgusting. You're washing my sheets," he complains, pulling them off his bed as best he can without touching too much of them.

"Why?" Omega asks, popping her head in out of nowhere. "What'd they do?"

Yeah, Hunter can deal with that one too, you think as you burrow your face deeper into his chest and close your eyes.

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miraculouslytriz · 3 years

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Loneliness

Adrinette one-shot

Post-reveal/pre-relationship

Okay, I assume everyone has seen weredad, specially if you’re a marichat clown like me. Anyway, during Marinette’s dramatic monologue when Chat turned her down, she says something about her hamster name being loneliness and there’s no way Adrien doesn’t mention that when they go get one and this is what my mind came up with lol

The second they stepped inside the pet shop, Marinette knew something was up. Adrien seemed excited. Too excited. Not that there were something wrong with that, Adrien’s happiness was contagious and sweet and she loved it but that was different.

Mischievous. That’s what she decided it was. That chat-noir-grin-like. It meant he was up to something she wasn’t going to enjoy, or at least she would pretend wouldn’t. God, it was going to be a pun, wasn’t it? Well, she did know where she was getting herself into.

“Girl, are you ready to finally get your first hamster?” Alya asked, specking the shelves fulled with rations in front of them. It was all dog food, so they were definitely in the wrong section. “You’ve dreamed about this forever. Even more than you have dreamed about marrying A-“

“Excited! Yes. I’m excited. Suuuuuuper excited, Alya.” She squealed, jumping back almost falling off her feet. Her body stayed in place by two hands holding her waist. She looked down, slowly as she gulped. Even his hands were hot. How could she get used to that?

How could she get used to Adrien Agreste being her partner? They had always been very comfortable touching each other as Ladybug and Chat Noir, but that was it. They were Ladybug and Chat Noir. Not Adrien and Marinette. Marinette used to not even be able to complete a full sentence without falling or screaming or running away or fainting or wanting to hide inside a hole for the rest of her life.

And now that was all changed. Because there was no way she would just let him pun non-stop forever, mask on or off.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, firming his hands on her waist. Her cheeks burning harder with his touch. Adrien or Chat Noir, she was still Marinette Dupain-Cheng and he was the hottest person in Paris or in France, or in the whole world. “Can I let go now or staring at my beautiful green eyes keep you at the ground? Because I was really hoping they’d sweep you off your feet, princess.” Adrien leaned closer to whisper right into her ear.

And here she thought she couldn’t get even more flustered. Saying she was red would be the biggest understatement of the century.

How long did she kept staring at him? Too long, maybe. But he didn’t seem to mind. The smirk on his face only confirmed that he was enjoying every second of it and it wasn’t fair. She was Ladybug, so her job was to bring justice to Paris and that was exactly what she was going to do.

“I’m fine. And my feet are more than comfortable on the ground, thank you.” She replied, rolling her eyes. Her hand landed on his left arm as her smirk grew and her fingers tightened. “Otherwise, how would I hold you when you start to fall for me, chaton?”

Adrien chocked. Burning from the top of his ears to the end of his neck, he fell. Butt to the ground, red as a ladybug. Marinette only grinned, resting her arm in the shelf next to her harder than she predicted because soon it gave in. And she went with it. Lied on next to the fallen products who she prayed that wasn’t damaged and on Adrien’s chest.

She held her eyes shut as Nino and Alya came to their rescue. Maybe if she kept them shut, they would assume she past out and they would be worried and her embarrassment wouldn’t be so enormous.

“Marinette, are you okay? Are you hurt?” If he didn’t sound so worried, she would have followed her plan. But she couldn’t leave her kitty worry about her without an need, akumas were enough worrying for them both.

“I’m fine, Adrien. You?” She asked lifting her body enough to shift in his direction. “My clumsiness didn’t ruin your perfect face, did it? Because I’m pretty sure you’re father would’ve sued me.” She ignored the fact that she just called his face perfect, well, to his face. It was true but she didn’t had to say it to him.

“My perfect face is fine, thank you.” Adrien chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about my father, Marinette, I would never let anything happen to you.” He added, seriously. But when she looked up at him, he was smiling. Adrien’s sweet smile. Chat’s sweet smile.

With Alya’s help, Marinette reluctantly left Adrien’s hot and warm body — because those were two different things and now it was clear — and stood back on her feet as Nino helped Adrien do the same.

“Now, I can see why you’re father didn’t want you out, bro! Imagine how many things you two would have destroyed together if it weren’t for me and Alya.” Nino teased, leaving Adrien to keep his balance alone. “‘Adrien Agreste: perfect model or perfect property wrecker?’ Your father would have a heart attack.”

“He definitely would.” Adrien confirmed, laughing.

Marinette smiled. It was good seeing him like that.

She couldn’t help but yelp when Alya’s elbow poked her. Marinette turned to her with an questioning eyebrow. “What was that for, Alya?”

“You really fell hard for that boy.” Alya smirked. Arm landing on Marinette’s shoulder as they watched the boys help the staff fix the mess.

“Alyaaaa.” She whined, hiding her face between Alya’s collarbone and shoulder.

“I’m meant it, girl. You fell really hard. Are you okay?” Alya joked. Embracing her in a hug, Marinette groaned another ‘I’m fine’.

“Are the two of you helping or just watching us do the dirty work?” Nino asked, fixing his cap.

Adrien rolled his eyes smiling, he honestly didn’t mind doing all the work. If it was to help his lady, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do. But spending some more time with her would be great too.

“I think we’re just gonna watch, right, Mari?” Alya answered, searching from some kind of response in Marinette’s part. Who just left her hiding place and went in their direction, leaving her behind.

“Alya, I love you, but I’m not your servant. Get your cute ass here, please.” Nino asked again, sitting an package of dog food in the now fixed shelf. They all went quiet for a second, holding their breath before they all burst all laughing, ignoring the judgmental glare the staff gave them.

…

“Okay, now that everything is back on place...” Alya begun, fixing her glasses. “Could we just grab that hamster and leave before we’re banished for life because of the shenanigans of monsieur Agreste and mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng?”

“We just need to find the right one, Alya. You don’t want me to get the wrong one and be miserable for the rest of my life, do you?” Marinette babbled, crouching to watch the hamsters eye to eye.

“Don’t you mean lonely, Marinette?” Adrien asked, leaning against Nino.

Marinette cringed, confused. “No, I meant miserable.”

They were all so cute, sure there were some cuter than other but overall they were adorable. She found one that grabbed her attention, all white and the smallest of them all. It was upside down, trying to get back up. Marinette pitted it, taping the glass. The littles eyes turned to her and she began whispering cheers that were inaudible to human ears.

“Go, little guy or-“ She stopped, checking the tiny hamster one more time. “Little guy. You can do it! I know you can, you’re stronger than you think.”

Slowly, with Marinette’s cheering, the tiny hamster got back on his feet and looked at her. And then she knew it was that little guy who was going home with her.

“That’s the one.” Marinette assured, straightening herself and turning to them.

“Are you sure, girl? I mean, I don’t want you to be miserable for the rest of your life. You can take your time.” Alya teased, lowering her phone and grabbing Nino’s free hand.

“Alyaaa.” She whined, holding back a smile.

They all smiled and went to the cashier, holding the hamster’s cage.

“Do you have a name, Mari?” Adrien interrupted, grinning. “I don’t know… maybe Loneliness.” He mentioned, lending the hamster’s supplies to the cashier after greeting her.

“Loneliness? Why would I name him that?” Marinette asked confused, stepping closer to them. Fidgeting her gaze to her purse, sharing an subtle smile to Tikki then grabbing her wallet.

“You told me that was what you’d name him.” He confessed leaving Nino’s side and walking towards Marinette, stopping only 2 feet away.

“I never told you that.”

“Are you sure, purr-cess?” He whispered in her right ear, grinning. Marinette flustered, hand blocking her mouth, held a gasp

This is what he was up to.

Everything was clear now. He was talking about that day.

The day after her brilliant idea of telling Chat Noir she was in love with him to protect her identity and her father turned out akumatized. What a day. Oh, and when she dramatically yelled her monologue about being alone forever and getting a hamster. And naming him Loneliness. He was definitely not letting her live out that day.

“Um… guys?” Nino called, shaking his hand.

“What?” She screamed, gaining the stares of the whole line behind them.

“You two are holding the line, Mari. You already payed, we can leave now. We should at least.” Alya added, swinging the backpack full of the new animal’s things.

Marinette groaned, grabbing Adrien’s hand and leaving that place. Hoping her embarrassment stayed there.

“So is it going to be Loneliness?” Adrien questioned, squeezing her hand with a smile.

“Adrien.” She groaned, stealing her hand back and rushing to try to keep up with Alya and Nino, who were too far ahead.

“Princess, that’s a special name.” He assured, smirking. “Think about it. Who else would have a hamster named Loneliness?”

“Exactly. No one in their right mind would name it that, Adrien.” She retorted, glaring at him. “Kitty, I’m not gonna name my hamster loneliness because of that day.”

“But, Marinette, you said-“

“Ugh, I know what I said okay. But you know why I said it.” Marinette interrupted, turning to him. Forcing him to stop to.

“Hey, if you’re worried that by naming him that you are actually gonna end up alone forever, don’t be.”

Well, she actually wasn’t but still. He seemed to be holding back something. Maybe something, she wanted to hear.

“How do you know that?”

“Because, princess” He leaned closer to her, cupping her face in his hands. “My lady, I may not have 9 lives, but I guarantee that I’ll spent this one with you.”

Her mind cracked. And her heart exploded.

And his smile. The way he was smiling to her, only to her. She wanted to kiss him. Could she kiss him? Would this be the right time? She didn’t know.

“Um. I was- you- me, uh.” She spluttered, not taking her eyes off of his. That green was sparkling so bright. “Are you just saying this so I’ll name him Loneliness?”

“Ouch, princess. “Adrien faked an offended look and put a hand on his chest. “I would never.”

“You know the worst thing?” Plagg’s head popped out of Adrien’s white buttoned shirt, frowned. “He actually would never. He meant every word and made me nauseous while rehearsing it. I almost don’t feel like eating.”

“Plagg!” Adrien hissed, shoving Plagg back into the pocket inside. “I’m sorry. I didn’t- okay, maybe I did rehearse a little. Yeah, sorry. I’m weird.”

“Adrien.” She called, lifting his head with her hand cupping it. “Kitty. You, me, Tikki and Plagg will be together for the rest of our lives.” He smiled. “Oh, and don’t let me forget, chaton. Loneliness will be with us too.”

“Oh, my god, can I kiss you right now?” Adrien whispered, leaning closer. Stoping only a few centimeters away from her.

“Please kiss me right now.” She begged, not really caring how desperate she sounded.

They leaned in, closing their lips together. She was kissing Adrien Agreste. Better yet, she was kissing her Kitty. And nothing mattered anymore. Why didn’t she decide to name her hamster Loneliness before? She didn’t know and it didn’t matter. She was kissing the love of her life. Loneliness could wait 3 minutes. Or maybe 5. Yeah, 5.

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kamino-blues · 3 years

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Hello hello 👋 I love love LOVE your writing so much and I was wondering if you could do a crosshair one shot with a female reader who’s a mechanic and has always had a little bit of a crush on our boy Cross. Just some overall cuteness cause we Stan lol 😂 thank you so much if you desire to write this ❤️❤️

Rating: Pg

Warnings: Mentions of injury, but overall a lot of fluff! 💖

Word Count: 1,073

This prompt was so cute, thank you for requesting it!! I absolutely love Crosshair, I hope that he gets more screen time on Friday 🙏🏻

It started near the beginning of your time working for the Republic. You were one of the highest rank Mechanics in the GAR, flexible with who you worked with since of how you worked extremely well with others. You had been transferred to Clone Force 99, due to the last mechanic asking to be transferred. You didn’t go on missions with them, but you were their mechanic while they were on base at Kamino.

When you first saw Crosshair, your face was instantly covered in a light blush. You were extremely intimidated but intrigued, never meeting someone who could say so little yet portray so much emotion in his actions. Yeah he was obviously annoyed at your transfer to work with them, but it was a start!

As you worked with the Bad Batch over time, you slowly gained the trust of all the boys. All of them except for Crosshair it seemed. He would often walk right past you, not glancing your way when he boarded the Marauder. Wrecker was often giving you shrugs while walking past for why Cross was still being so cold.

It all changed in one day when they just arrived from a mission. You were about to start working on the Marauder, the ship taking major damage from enemy fire. The boys were off the ship, staying in their room that they have in Kamino, so you thought you were clear to work peacefully.

You were getting your tools out, when you noticed movement inside the ship. That automatically caused your head to pop up, grabbing a spare wrench as you walked towards the ship. You held it out in front of you as you boarded, letting out a timid “hello..?” You heard something clatter on the ground back where the bunks were, and you quickly charged forward to see what the noise was.

It wasn’t an enemy, far from it. Crosshair was seated on his bunk, the top of his blacks off as you noticed there was a long gash on his side. His hands were shaking, his eyes on you, trying to glare but failing. You rush up to him, dropping the wrench before kneeling down in front of him.

“Crosshair we need to get you to the medbay-“ he automatically shook his head, muttering something under his breath that you couldn’t catch. You grab the medpack from him, starting to tend to his wound. At first he tensed, grabbing your wrist tightly, before letting go to let you work.

“I don’t need your help” Crosshair muttered tightly, grimacing as you cleaned the wound. You look up at him, his expression not matching his words, causing you to relax slightly.

“It’s me or the medbay Cross, take your pick.” He raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but went silent as you finished tending to his wound. When you finished, you started to stand, before getting stopped by his hand, gripping your arm.

“Don’t mention this to anyone.” You made eye contact, his eyes slightly softer than you ever saw before. It left you lovestruck, it taking a few seconds before you could nod, letting out a small “of course.” He gave you a small smirk, squeezing your arm before letting go, you quickly making your way off the ship with your cheeks bright red.

From this point on, your crush on Crosshair was steadily rising, with no sign of slowing down. He wasn’t giving you the cold shoulder anymore, sending you glances and smirks from time to time. You weren’t intimidated by him anymore, slowly starting up conversations with him if he was at the ship while you were working on it. Crosshair would often lean up against the Marauders ramp, watching you work. He didn’t say that much to you, but he would hold onto all that you would say, sometimes asking for continuations of stories that you weren’t able to finish.

After a few months, he started to talk more, telling stories of what he and his brothers saw on the field, his favorite planets, and other tidbits of information. Cross would often motion you to follow him onto the ship, him chatting to you while he would clean his rifle.

His energy seemed so much lighter, and you couldn’t get past how relaxed he was in your presence. You didn’t know if it was your imagination, but he seemed less snarky around you, almost as he was being cautious of your emotions. Though that could just be your lovesick brain talking, who knows.

It was starting to get harder to mask your emotions to the resident sniper, seeing the softer side of him was really getting to you. It was only a matter of time before you accidentally let it slip. What you weren’t expecting was for him to slip up first.

It was early morning, you were on some repairs inside the Marauder before you heard movement outside. You jumped down from the panel you were working on, quickly walking down the ramp when you saw it was Crosshair looking around for you. However you weren’t watching where your feet were, accidentally tripping over the bottom, stumbling forward. Crosshair caught you, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep you steady.

“Watch where you are walking cyare, before you hurt yourself,” he paused for a second, registering what he just said. He quickly let go of you, making a beeline for the exit. You knew that word, learning it when Crosshair was teaching you random Mando’a. Wrecker had run over and thrown that word out there for you to know. You didn’t think much of it at the time, but remembering his defensive reaction and him now saying it to you, everything clicked.

“Cross, wait!!” You ran after him, grabbing his shoulder to turn him towards you. His face had a slight dust of pink, averting his eyes from you. You did what you thought was best, pulling him into a hug, one that he tensed at.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we first met Cross. Just figured you should know.” Crosshair looked down at you in surprise, slowly hugging back. He rested his chin on the top of your head, closing his eyes.

“I have too cyar’ika, I have too.” You looked up at him, meeting the softest eyes you had ever seen, Cross giving you an actual smile. It was contagious, you couldn’t help but smile back.

#I want to make a fluffy Crosshair series now #There is so much I want to write lol #I wonder if Crosshair will get an episode dedicated to him in tbb #I really hope so #Miss him #Crosshair x reader #crosshair x y/n #crosshair x you #reader insert #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch crosshair #star wars the bad batch #star wars #star wars x reader

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hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years

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If ur open to requests could u do how the members of the bad batch would react to Reader having lots of scars and being insecure about them? I know it’s kind of a heavy topic though so if ur not up to it that’s totally ok!

Hi anon, thank you for the ask! I am indeed open for requests, and if anyone is interested in making one, you can check our this post!

You did well sending this my way; even though they sometimes carry painful reminder, scars are not something to be ashamed of - I think. They play a part in telling your story; wether it be about your clumsiness or battles you fought against someone else or yourself.

I think that's the mindset the boys would have regarding scars - especially since three of them have visible ones.

It can be read as either platonic or romantic, up to you!

TW: scars, mention of self-harm, mention of accidents and surgeries(bad fall, fractured bones, burns), mention of pain and blood, clumsiness, you being insecure and blaming yourself on some occasions for your scars, stabbing and training going a bit wrong

Hunter: clumsiness gone wrong

It's no secret to Hunter that you're very clumsy, he saw you tripping on your feet and dropping mugs and datapads more than any other memeberof the Batch ever did

But he didn't expected you to be that clumsy

"Who did that to you?!" he asked as you took of shirt, revealing barely healed stab wounds and burns

"Uh... I-I did" you barely confessed, looking down. "I tried to train and it went... Well, not so good. "

He came closer to take a look, his fingers stopping a few centimeters aways from your skin, and you couldn't look away, afraid of the contact he could make

You grabbed the closest top you could find and hurried to put it on, hoping for Hunter to drop it, but he didn't

"How did you stab yourself? "

"Hunter, that's not important. It's healed, it's hidden, let's not talk about it anymore." And you left before he could think of an answer

He didn't brought the topic back, until you trained with him, and managed to catch the blade instead of the handle of his knife

"I got it." you told him, trying to keep him there, but he followed you to the fresher and took care of cleaning the wound

"It happens. To the best of us."

You barely chuckled, thinking of all the scars you got because your body Moved faster than your brain, because you couldn't double check were you were going, because you had to get them for stupid reasons instead of cool ones

"I don't think you own this one to knocking your head over a pipe, do you?" you asked as you pointed to his scar above his left brow, and he smiled

"No, I don't. But this one," he took of his arm plate and rolled his sleep up to show a scarred patch of skin on his elbow, "I own it to the corner of our table on Kamino."

"And I have one on my chest- don't tell anyone about it okay?" he caught your eyes with a false sense of seriousness that had you nodding in amusement

"Knife training. I told everyone someone tried to stab me; just never told them who it was you know."

Your eyes widened, but the spark quickly faded away as you realised that it was almost impossible for him to stab himself. That was your level of stupidity, not his

"You don't have to lie to me you know. I know I'm clumsy, it's just... I could have avoided all of it but..."

You shrugged, and Hunter allowed himself to grab your shoulder, firm but nice in his hold

"You got these because you trained. Or because you tripped, or because you didn't look twice before you grabbed something. That's who you are and there's no shame in that. "

You rolled your eyes, but his words were soothing you still

When he was done patching up your hand, he gave it a light kiss and led you out of the refresher

"Careful where you put your feet, little warrior." He gently teased you, and knowing that Hunter - Hunter - still saw you the same - he called you a warrior, even through your clumsiness, warmed your heart

Wrecker: injuries

He’s playful and always find ridiculous stories behind his scars, stories he tells everyone asking him, because being clumsy doesn’t take the cool away and he wants to prove it to you

Wrecker wouldn't see the problem at first; he quickly learned to love and be proud of his scar, even if it was the consequence of a mission gone wrong

So when he sees you trying to hide the scars running down your neck and under your shirt with cheap space makeup and a scarf, he asks you why you'd do this

"I don't like them. They're ugly, and they make me feel ugly. They shouldn't be there."

He'd grab your hand, gentle, and would ask you to stop for a minute

"You're not ugly", he'd try to confort you, but you would answer with "that's not how I feel, Wrecker" and though the words are spit to his face, he doesn't feel hurt by them

Your shiny eyes, on the other hand, feel like a stab in his heart; and he asks you to sit with him for a minute, just a minute and he'll leave you be if you really want that

So you sit, reluctant, expecting something along the lines of "don't cry, you're beautiful anyway" blah blah

But Wrecker grabs your hand and gently out it on his face, more precisely on his scarred cheek

"First mission," he starts, "we were sent on a Separatist base to blow some stuff up; the usual you know. A generator exploded next to me. "

He's speaking softly, his tone surprisingly low compared to his loud usual self

"It took some time to get used to it - mostly the blind eye and the weakened hearing - but look at me now."

And his smile is so genuine, so caring that you can't help but feel a pinch in your heart

You feel bad about it, because you called yourself ugly and now you realise he might believe you find him ugly too

"I hope it doesn't sound weird, but... You look good with the scar." You try, and the squeeze around your hand comforts you some more

"I was thinking the same about you. Seems like we could be scar- buddies, what d'ya think?"

You appreciate his effort; you truly do; but you know it will take a while before you can look at the long trails on your skin and realise they don't take away any of your beauty or your worth

"Sounds good to me."

It takes you some time to abandon the scarf you always wear, but you eventually do and Wrecker gives you the biggest, proudest smile ever

He tells you you look like a badass and call you "scar-bud" and you can't help but feel good about it

You stopped buying the cheap space makeup; or at least you don't use it to cover up the scars anymore

One day while you're eating with Wrecker, you tell him the story behind them; it's not an easy one but he's here to support you anyway

Tech: self- harm

It get easier to accept them once you've opened up about their story - and Wrecker's nickname for you plays its role too

Tech is a man of reason and logic, so when he notices your arms always covered up, even in very warm climates; and the way you flinch every time something or someone tries to grab your wrist, he deduced you were hiding something

So one day, as the team was celebrating another victory before flying back to Kamino, he pulled you apart and confronted you about it

"What's about your arms, really? "

He takes notice of your uncomfortable look, the way you twist your sleeves to keep them tight against your skin

"Nothing, it's just..."

You're not sure about that; you're scared he might mock or scold you; and though you stopped harming yourself long ago, you didn't need someone to make you feel even more ashamed of your past actions

"Nothing important."

"It's important enough for you to keep it secret." He tells you, and for a second you hate the way he's so curious about everything and anything

"Let's just say we all fought battles in the past, and some of them are not to be proud of."

He frowns a bit, but when the realisation hits him, his eyes widens and he let out a soft "oh"

"Yeah, oh." You try to laugh it off, your heart already filled with the painful reminder that you did that to yourself

But Tech doesn't see it this way; he offers a hand to you, and you look at it for a moment, unsure about his intention

"I won't hurt you, I promise"

You reluctantly let go of your sleeves and he grabs your wrist; you almost flinch when you feel the tissue coming up your arm, revealing your scarred skin

You don't even look at it, it's not something you want to remember; rather you want to bury it far from you

You jolt when you feel a light touch against your arm; and another, and another...

When you dare turning your head, Tech is giving each of the lines a feather-light kiss

"A battle is a battle," he whispers against them, "and your victory is something to be proud of. Though I can understand the difficulty in it."

You can't hold the tears back, but weirdly enough you're not feeling sad

He never tells anyone about that night, or every other similar moment that followed; that decision belongs to you and he made it clear he would never step over your privacy

That helps you get more comfortable about it - with him at least - and sometimes, when the night get long and your mind overthinks, you get up and join him in the cockpit

And if you're only the two of you, you strech your arm his way, and he gently rolls up your sleeves to pepper kiss your skin, telling you that's you're doing great, another win for you today, i'm proud of you

And he goes on with the kisses and the praises until you feel better; and if you don't he'll stay there with you, talking about everything that could possibly interest you to help your mind wander off

And you know that if you ever lose the battle one day, he'll be there to hold you and tell you that sometimes we lose, we fall and it feels wrong; but it's okay, because we can always get back up and fight stronger, harder than before

It takes some time, and a lot of work, but one day you sit in your bed and roll your sleeve up; and you gently kiss your skin

Crosshair: open fractures and surgeries

And you realise that you won today, and for the first time you can look at your scars and feel proud of your victory

He doesn't have any visible scar; and to be honest he's the one who carries the least marks because of him being a sniper, and therefore always quite isolated on safer grounds

So at first you didn't feel that comfortable with the idea of him knowing about your scars; you didn't liked them, so why would he?

But one day one a pretty rough mission, part of your armour and blacks were torn apart, and once again you got injured

The knock on the refresher made you jolt, and though you protested when he came in, you didn't had the strength (literally) to throw him out

He sat with you in the shower, a mixture of blood and water sliding on the floor, and brought the medical kit closer to him

"I can do it myself." you spit to him, and though he said nothing verbally, his eyes spoke for him

So you sighed and looked away, because if you didn't you were probably going to cry from the pain and the gutting feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable in front of him

You expected a snarky comment, something about getting sloppy, careless. You could almost hear him- hear it, if you focused a bit-

"Stop that." he muttered as he washed away the clots around your wounds, and you looked at him, confused

"Stop what? Bleeding out? Thank you I'm trying."

He rolled his eyes, but his touch remained soft, treating and bandaging your wound with care and precision

You tried to move away as soon as he was done, but the ache slowed you down in your movement; which he didn't fail to notice

"Make it easy on yourself, let me help."

You frowned, jungling between the pain of your wound and your older scars getting sensitive again

Sometimes they would hurt like a sting - or a stab wound depending of your tolerance - and you couldn't quite explain it to yourself

"I'm fine. I-" you breathed out a difficult sigh, and Crosshair shook his head to your stubbornness

"Does massaging helps?" He asked, and when you gave him a puzzled look he completed " for the scars."

You nodded, but couldn't help the light start when his fingers gently rubbed on your scared thigh

You let him do his work; and he did surprisingly well, asking where it hurt the most, if you needed a massage somewhere else

"Thank you." you finally whispered as he stroke the large scar on your knee, and you can't help but feel the need to justify it. "Open fracture on both legs. Happened a while back, but... Yeah, I had a few surgeries to fix that. "

He nodded to show you he's listening, and his gentle touches invited you to tell him more about that story

The next time he massaged a scar, it was the one on your back; you told him about your fall on a rock and how it almost broke your spine, and he gave you a slightly worried look

"I'm fine." You reassured him, "I just broke a lot of things in my life, and my bones are no exceptions. "

He never asks about them directly, but he'll always gladly listen to the story you tell him as he rub the pain away

Echo: Burns

It helps you a bit with your confidence, because he always look at you like you're some kind of superior being; being able to survive that much injuries is in itself a miracle for him and he never misses an opportunity to remind it to you

He, better than anyone else, understands your struggles. He understand the feeling, the shame and the disgust you have toward the marks on your body and your face

He never brushes your feelings off; instead he listens to you when you rant about them, telling him how unfair it is

You hate the sensation under your fingers; the bumps on your cheek and temple, the spot unable to grow hair anymore, the reflect on the mirror

And Echo knows that, and he is angry because you shouldn't feel that way

So he takes it upon himself to boost your confidence and make you feel good about your body

He starts with pets name, "pretty one" "handsome" "beautiful"; and at first you brush it off, but it slowly grows into you

To the point of smiling at the mere thought of him giving you your food ration or your blaster and spontaneously going "here, handsome"

And you may not love your reflection, but you love Echo, and if he can do that for you then you decide you can do it for him too

So it quickly become a thing between you, pet names and compliments about your appearance, and every moment is a good moment to tell them

Fighting droids? Got your back beautiful!

Eating outside? I'm lucky to be seated with the prettiest person out there.

Laying in bed, unable to sleep? I'll hold you tight until you get your beauty sleep.

Getting out of the refresher, parcels of skin wet and exposed? Kenobi has nothing you could envy.

Sometimes, it get rough. You wake up to the ghost feeling of a sharp blade burning your face, and it takes a while to ground you and ease the sensory flashbacks

But Echo is patient, the same way you are with him when the phantom pain strikes him down, leaving him sobbing and shaking against you

That's when you start to realise you're both similar; so eager to see people love themselves, yet so reluctant to apply it to you

"Do you think we deserved it?" He asks once, still shaken by the pain

"No, we didn't." You confessed, spontaneous, "But it happened anyway. So we might as well..."

And you stop, because it's not something you can vocalize; it's something you just both get, you both feel

And when things are tough, when the reflection twists and the tears threatens to roll down, there's always one of you to whisper "we might as well"

That's the thing you hold onto when you feel terrible; knowing that someone understands

Eventually, things get better for both of you; being able to rely one someone, share the pain and the sarcasm and the love opens up a new future for you; one where you can work through the scars, turn them into something you own rather than something that owns you

You still struggle with the whole "loving your body" thing; but now you don't hate it anymore, and that's already a big step

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It was really interesting to write! I hope it'll help some of you feel more comfortable about your body and your scars 💗

Also I hope you liked it anon, thank you again for sending this ask!

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crab-instruments · 3 years

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Dust in the Wind Part 5 (tbb)

Master <Part 4 Part 6>

Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)

Rating and warning: General audience, fighting, injury, panic/stress

Words: 2.2k

a/n: Action! We fight some people. Notes at the end. I hope the action is somewhat easy to follow and interesting.

My writing process involves me thinking of fight scenes as I listen to music while I walk, this one is choreographed to Rat A Tat by Fall Out Boy. This is unimportant and uninteresting but is how I get a lot of my ideas.

Surprisingly, this is the longest part of written and I cut it short. Thanks for all the likes and reblogs, y'all. Keeps me going.

Cid had given the Batch a mission to the Outer Rim. Tech had told the squad what planet but you had zoned out. Restarting your life every time something goes south was taking a toll on you and while your new crew was accommodating, it didn’t stop the stress of existing. You had gotten closer with the Batch on the trip to the next mission since it was a bit further out and you had time to get to comfortable. Wrecker and Omega seemed to enjoy your company the most, wanting to play games and share stories with you. Otherwise you helped Tech and Echo around the ship and chatted with them. Down times were spent with Hunter in the cockpit, watching hyperspace.

“Maxis… do you know how to sew?” Wrecker had caught you outside the armory, holding something behind his back.

You blinked, not used to seeing Wrecker so timid. “Uh yeah, I can sew. What do you need?” With a swift movement, he brought a red and black tooka doll between you. One of the arms had a rip in it, showing the stuffing inside.

His eyes looked sad as he said, “Lula got caught on a hook.”

“Ah, that should be easy. I can patch Lula up while you’re on your mission, so she’ll be ready when you get back.”

Wrecker smiled wide and pulled you into a hug. When you separated, he then held Lula out for you to take. As your hand touched the doll, your senses were overwhelmed with a rush of emotions and your head filled with memories that the doll contained. It stunned you for a moment and you had to close your eyes, not having experienced a force echo in a while. Luckily none of the memories were traumatic, just loud since Wrecker had strong emotions.

“Are you okay, Maxis?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. I was just thinking how cute Lula was,” you said with a smile.

The time between taking Lula from Wrecker and entering the planet’s atmosphere was fuzzy. Your mind was still on experiencing the force echo. Psychometry was a force ability that few Jedi had but most of the time it was a pain. You had to train a lot to get it under control when you were younger and when people found out about it, they wanted to do study you and learn everything about it they could. Since you had left the Jedi life and mostly disconnected with the Force, the echoes had dissipated. Having one suddenly didn’t sit well.

Tech’s voice grounded you back to the present as he alerted everyone he was landing the ship soon. Hunter appeared in the seat across from you, something in his hand. “This mission shouldn’t take very long, just a few hours. Here’s a comm, we will let you know when we are on our way back or if something goes wrong. I know you can’t fly but it would be useful if you could get the ship ready in case we need to leave in a hurry.” You nodded and took the comm. “Will you be okay, Maxis? I did say this would be dangerous. Although it’s unlikely, they could come to scout the Marauder.”

“Oh yeah. I’ll be fine. If anything goes wrong on my end I can let you know as well, though I bet the worst thing is I prick my finger sewing Lula together or shock myself with a live wire.” Hunter’s face softened and he seemed to relax a bit. Your eyes held his until the ship shook when it landed. When he got up, he put his hand on your shoulder for a moment before getting ready to head out.

You watched as they shuffled out of the ship, saying a quiet “be safe, please,” as they disappeared from your view.

The reality of being by yourself seemed to set in, making the Marauder daunting. There was Gonky, at least. Shaking that off, you settled in and got to work fixing up Lula’s arm. You made quick work, almost wishing you had more to work on. Taking apart the ship to make repairs was risky if they needed to leave quickly.

Slumping back in your chair, you held Lula in front of you. “What do you think I should do, Lula? I could go clean the air filter or organize the wires in one of the control panels, even though Tech does a pretty good job at color coding them. A few of the sensors could be looked at but… I’m still a little stumped on… why I got a force echo from you. You are special, I’m sure, but… I guess I could meditate for a bit, see if that helps clear things up.”

You crossed your legs in the chair and put Lula in your lap. Meditating was supposed to be relaxing, but it was harder to find a calm now. It felt empty, in a way. You tried hard though, seeking an answer as to why now.

After a few moments, your eyes shot open. Something was wrong. You gasped for breath the feeling of overwhelming apprehension. Someone was heading toward the ship. Three, maybe four, people and they didn’t feel like your crew. Hunter did say he would alert you when they came back and it hasn’t been that long.

Swiftly, you got to your feet and headed towards the cockpit where the comm was still sitting on a chair. However, you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw a white bucket helmet walk around the front of the ship through the windshield. Troopers. Your heart pounded in your ears and you sank quickly to the floor. The fear of being caught by the Empire was arguably your biggest fear, they hunted Jedi ruthlessly, even hearing about troopers trained to fight Jedi specifically.

A noise came from where the entrance ramp was, they were trying to get on the ship. You remembered that Tech had told you about an escape hatch in the cockpit, so you quietly crawled to it and lifted it up. You did your best to make sure that you were in the clear and dropped down.

“Dank farrik! It’ll be another minute to open the hatch,” one of the troopers exclaimed. It seemed the others were spread out around the area, so making a run for it wasn’t necessarily the smartest decision but taking on four troopers by yourself wasn’t wise either. Close quarters combat was a strength of yours, training to not depend on your lightsaber was a priority for your Master. Long range combat would be more of a struggle, as your shooting accuracy left something to be desired. One of the reasons you ended up leaving the Order was it became less about peace keeping and more about being a soldier, and the senseless death had caught up to you.

You did your best to keep calm. Everything in your body told you to run, escape, survive, but… what about the ship? This was your home now. Hunter… the squad… depended on this ship. If you didn’t do something to protect it, what would happen?

Unfortunately for you, the choice to run or fight was taken from you, when the trooper noticed you crouching by the front of the ship.

“Hey! Foun—” before he could finish his sentence, you rushed him. The trooper had his blaster pulled out when he saw you. You used the element of surprise to go for a disarm, checking his blaster arm with your left, getting your right hand on the opposite side to redirect his hand. The blaster clearing your stomach as you brought your right arm across your body. While sweeping with your right, you used your left to get a grip of his wrist. With this, you were able to free your right hand to strip the blaster from him, squeezing his wrist to force his hand lose and you were able to swipe it out of his grasp. Once the blaster was out of his hand, you pulled his left arm back, hooked your foot behind his right to destabilize him, and then gripped the front of his armor tightly to put as much power as you could into pushing him into the ground, you kneeling next to him. While not quiet strong enough to knock him out, it was enough to stun him for a moment since you used his and your weight against him.

You heard a movement behind the ship, the other troopers had been alerted. Scrambling for the blaster, you switched it to stun and shot twice, knocking out one trooper. The third trooper came from around the front of the ship and shot. You had just enough time to twist your body and dodge a majority of the shot, but it still skinned your left arm, leaving a nice wound for later. Two more shots from you to knock him out.

While your arm screamed in pain, you had one last trooper to deal with. Keeping crouched, you rounded the front of the ship.

“Freeze!” The trooper was right in front of you and you were staring down the barrel. Kark! Slowly, you put your hands up in a half surrender, but in that moment you thought of a plan.

“Catch!” You tossed the blaster towards him and the trooper, confused, went to catch it. You pulled your knife out of your thigh holster and rushed him. Using his now bent knee, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his mid-section, using the boost of the jump to shove him to the ground. You pressed the blade to his neck, ready, but hesitated. You couldn’t follow through, even when your life seemed to depend on it.

No good deed goes unpunished. The trooper pushed you off but you land within arms reach of your fallen blaster and you made quick work of stunning him.

For a moment, you sat there, breathing heavily and you hands shaking. Your pulse raged in your ears and adrenaline rushed through your veins.

Achievement Unlocked: You protected the Havoc Marauder! But now what? And what if… the squad finds out? Something about them knowing you took down the troopers didn’t sit right. The odds were stacked against you, what if they start getting suspicious? What if… What if Hunter gets mad?

Checking the trooper in front of you, you found a pair of handcuffs. More than likely they would all have handcuffs and you could move their bodies away from the ship, effectively disposing of them.

One by one, you dragged the troopers bodies away, putting them in some foliage after handcuffing one arm and the opposite ankle behind their back. Hopefully this would keep them relatively immobilized when they woke up. After moving the last one, you could no longer handle the pain of the blaster shot and headed to the ship.

You looked for the med kit and handled it with shaky hands. After applying the bacta and patching it up, you did your best to hide the wound with your sleeve. You then went to your backpack and grabbed the small notebook and pencil. Something about writing felt better than using a holopad, so this is where you kept your notes for supplies and such. Though it was difficult, you wrote ‘bacta and bandages’ to your supplies list. Hopefully they wouldn’t get mad at you using their supplies but just in case, you would just silently replace it. No one would know.

As everything seemed to wear off, all you wanted to do was crawl into a small area and hide. You found an area between some crates and sank down, willing yourself to melt into the floor. In an effort to calm yourself, you muttered a few bars of the song that had stuck with you.

“♪ Same old song

Just a drop of water in an endless sea

All we do

Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind ♪”

A beep cut into your thoughts. “Maxis, come in, do you read me?” Hearing his voice, you became renewed with a sort of energy. You stood up, walked over to the cockpit once more, and grabbed the comm. “Loud and clear, Hunter.”

“Great, we’re done and on our way back, we had a small set back but no other problems.”

“I’ll start up the ship for you.”

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When Hunter and the squad got close, Hunter sense something was off. He signaled for the group to halt as he went to go investigate. Hearing some slow breathing from a few sources, he approached the bush carefully and paused when he noticed four knocked out troopers tied up chaotically. Tech noticed Hunter’s hesitation and walked forward.

“What did you fin—Oh. How did four Imperial Troopers end up here? You don’t supposed they went for the Marauder and Maxis took them out?”

“Who else would have? Four troopers… they have the strength to take out four troopers by themselves?” Hunter sounded bewildered. He finally looked at Tech, “Maxis didn’t attempt to alert us and I missed it, did they?”

“No, but it could have been inconvenient at the time. However, there wouldn’t be a reason why they wouldn’t have contacted us after dealing with the situation. Perhaps something else went wrong.”

With that, Hunter signaled the rest of the crew to board the ship with caution.

Part 6 _______________________________________________________

Notes:

Psychometry/Force Echo: This is the next Jedi Fallen Order reference, also seen in 1 or 2 episodes of TCW. I based the reader's ability from the game. Fight scene choreo: Warning, video contains fighting scenes. I love MGS and specifically the CQC in MGSV. For this scene, the first disarm is a combo of the moves described in 1:08 (beginning) and 4:01 (ending). It was mainly supposed to be the second one but the arms are switched so as an artist of my craft, I must adapt. The last move is mostly just the Peter Pan jump from 5:23. I tried to describe the action as best as I could without being like "left right must left right" but here is the visual aspect of it.

#tbb x reader #tbb x you #hunter x you #hunter x reader #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #dust in the wind #I was really excited to write this and now im scared to post it lol #crab fics

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haloangel391 · 3 years

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Your Love Means More (Tech x Reader)

Hello everybody, this is my first ever fic so I’m sorry if it’s not the best, and kinda corny. I was inspired when going through my own pains and wanting someone to take care of me. Hope you all enjoy. Feedback is welcome!

Also I wanted to say thank you to @just-some-girl-92 for giving me the confidence to finally write my own story and for always being there when I want to talk about The Clone Wars.

Warnings: Is having a period a warning? I guess blood is a warning so... PG-13? Also there is a sexual reference, but nothing explicit.

*Coruscant, night, your apartment*

You’re laying on your couch, clutching your stomach as another wave of cramps surges through your body. The room is completely dark, save for the glow of the holo you stopped trying to watch a few hours ago, the colorful pictures only creating a mild distraction from the pain you are going through. The hot water bottle that was across your stomach went cold a few hours ago, but you were too tired and in too much pain to get up and change it for what felt like the hundredth time that day. You sigh and close your eyes, trying to not let your disappointment get the better of you, but you don’t succeed.

Today was supposed to be a great day. Your boyfriend was coming home from a two month mission today and you had the whole week planned. Unfortunately your body had other ideas this morning when you woke up covered in a small pool of blood, which led you to the position you were currently in.

You squeezed your eyes shut again as another wave of pain shot through you. You were so focused on it that you didn’t notice your apartment door open, revealing your very concerned boyfriend.

ooo

Tech couldn’t sit still if his life depended on him. His knees bouncing with anticipation as The Bad Batch made their way back to Coruscant. Back to you.

It had been two long months for Tech, and he wanted nothing more than to see you and hold you in his arms.

Crosshair looked at his brother from across the room, his eyes had a far off look to them despite the fact he was working on a project in his hand. He knew exactly what he was thinking about. You.

The whole Bad Batch knew about you and Tech, not from a lack of trying, but Tech wouldn’t stop talking about how sweet and wonderful and kind you were. It was nauseating. After watching his poor brother take the same gadget apart for the fourth time he knew it was time to intervene.

“You’ve got to calm down Tech,” Crosshair said, “you this nervous around your girl?”

Tech was so focused on the piece in his had that he jumped at his brother’s sudden statement. He narrowed his eyes at him from across the room. “What do you mean?” Tech said, looking mildly confused now.

“Aw, leave the kid alone Cross,” Wrecker boomed from the next room, looking at his little brother with mischief in his eyes, “like you wouldn’t be daydreaming like that after not seeing your girl for two months,” Wrecker playfully punched his brothers arm, much to his displeasure.

“I wouldn’t be so obvious about it,” Crosshair stated rubbing his now sore arm. Crosshair and Wrecker started bantering each other, but Tech was barely listening to them. He was thinking about you, obviously, but something was itching in the back of his mind about this day, something he should have remembered, and it was bothering him that he couldn’t think of what it was.

He prided himself on knowing a lot of information for missions; research about the planet they were on, medical information incase of an emergency, cultures and customs of the people they might be interacting with. But he also prided himself in knowing a lot about you.

Over the year you had known each other he learned a lot about you, what your favorite movies were, your favorite snacks, your childhood, your favorite things to listen to when you were happy and sad, all this information he could pull out of his head at a moment’s notice, which is why he was so anxious to get to you now. He knew something was important about this day, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

He was more than relieved when the Havoc Marauder touched down on the landing platform. He waisted no time in exiting the ship and making his way to you, not bothering to listen to the calls of his brothers back on the ship.

ooo

Tech made his way through the wet and crowded streets of Coruscant, his mind thinking of you, but for a whole other reason now. You weren’t picking up your comm. Perhaps you were just busy at work? His mind tried to put him at ease, but he knew that wasn’t right. Today was your day off, so he knew you would be home in your apartment. Tech picked up his pace a bit more as he headed towards your building trying not to let the panic overwhelm him.

He loved visiting your apartment, it was so different from the harsh environments he was constantly introduced to during the war. The inside always smelled like freshly baked goods and the string lights you had hanging from your ceiling created a beautiful, warm glow that made your whole face light up. But the thing he loved the most, was no matter the time he got back from a mission, you would always be waiting up for him, embracing him in a warm hug as soon as he entered your apartment door.

So Tech was extremely confused and border line panic mode, when he opened the door and the whole apartment was cast in darkness. It was cold and silent except for a quite moan that he heard coming from the living room couch.

Immediately Tech’s training kicked in and he scanned the room looking for any signs of danger. The glow from the holo illuminated the room a bit and it’s light finally hit your curled up form on the couch. Tech’s breath hitched when he saw the look of pain on your face and didn’t waste any time in coming over and kneeling in front of you.

“(Y/n)?! Love? What’s wrong?” He put his hands on your face to try and see if you would respond to him, but your eyes just remained squeezed shut. You shook your head, your breathing a bit ragged.

He quickly scanned your body for any injuries but came up empty, which relieved him but he still couldn’t figure out why you were ---

Oh.

Tech’s eyes landed on the hot water bottle laying in your lap and everything suddenly clicked in to place.

Your mensural cycle.

That’s what he forgot. You were starting your period today.

His shoulder’s visible relaxed as relief suddenly flooded his system. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead gently against yours trying to ground himself from his earlier panic. You weren’t in any danger. You were safe. You were ok. He kept chanting this in his head for a bit until he calmed down more, the hand on your face rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. Tech kept himself in this position for a bit until you finally opened your eyes.

ooo

You knew Tech was back home, but you couldn’t get up to greet him like you usually would. Which immediately made you feel guilty. He did so much for you and went through so much out there and you couldn’t get your stupid butt off the couch to greet him hello. Pathetic.

When Tech made his way over to you and pressed his forehead against yours in a keldabe kiss, that’s when you lost it.

You didn’t even realized you were crying until you felt Tech pull away and hold your face again with both hands. You opened your eyes and looked at your boyfriend through clouded vision, the concerned look in his eyes only made you cry harder, which naturally made Tech panic even more.

“My love, does it hurt that bad? Do you need more medicine? Food? I could reheat your water bottle? I can make you that chocolate drink if you’d li---”

“I’m so sorry,” you blubbered, cutting him off mid ramble, through your choked sobs. “I’m so sorry Tech, I had the whole week planned with stuff for us to do, I-I got us tickets to the new museum exhibit tonight, a-and I was going to make your favorite dinner and I was reading this book online and it gave me an idea, so I bought something new for us to try-- but I can’t now because I’m bleeding and it’s gross and I just wanted to do something nice for you, you’re always so sweet and you deserve to be happy and relax and-- and I can’t stop crying.”

You continued to sob, too embarrassed with your overdramatic outburst to look your boyfriend in the face. Were you aware you were crying for practically no reason? Yes. But your hormones wouldn’t let you see that.

Your heard Tech tut and his hands left your face and encircled your body and brought you closer to him, so your head could rest on the spot between his neck and shoulder. He continued to hold you there while you cried, his strong arms keeping a firm and secure hold onto you while his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back. He rocked you both slightly back and fourth not saying anything except for a calming, shhh, or a quite, I’ve got you, whenever your tears picked up again.

It wasn’t until you finally stopped crying that he finally spoke, “(Y/N), your love means more to me than any of those things. The fact that you went out of your way to try and make today special means a lot, even if you don’t feel well enough to do them, it’s the thought that counts. Besides you’ve seen me at my worst and taken care of me, I have no problem spending my time taking care of you.”

You sniffle some more before pulling away from him and wiping the tears from your face. The look on his face is not one of disappointment, which is what you’ve been dreaming of for the past few hours. No, he’s looking at you like you hold the answers to the universe. It’s so sweet you can’t help but give a small laugh, that sounds more like a hiccup.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you whisper, looking at him fondly. You lean towards him again and press a tender kiss to his lips which he immediately reciprocates, giving a quiet hum of contentment.

You pull away after a while, his arms are still around you, but have switched to being stationed loosely around your waist, keeping you nice and close to him.

You look down at his shoulder and you fail at stifling a small laugh, “sorry I got you wet,” you say with a giggle.

He looks down at the water marks on his armor, the tears making a nice clean trail down his dusty body. Tech makes a sound of indifference and shrugs his shoulders, “it needed cleaning, you just got the process started a bit sooner than I originally intended.”

You laugh at that. His face is breaking into a smile now too, taking pride in the fact that he was the one that made you laugh again after feeling so down on yourself.

Tech never understood why you always put so much pressure on yourself, to him you were absolutely perfect. Any guy who would get upset over their girlfriend having a period was a karking idiot.

You bring your hand to his cheek and swipe your thumb underneath his eye, coaxing him to close his eyes and lean his head into your hand. Your eyes widen when you realize there is now a streak left behind where you thumb was. You put your hands on his shoulders and lean back some more, finally taking a proper look at your boyfriend. He was FILTHY! Tech’s armor was caked in various amounts of mud, dust and debris, you don’t know how you didn’t notice it sooner.

“Babe. Why are you so dirty? Did you fall in a mud pit?” You weren’t trying to make fun of him, honestly you weren’t, but you had never seen him come home looking like this.

He huffed and looked at you with slight annoyance, but you could tell it wasn’t directed at you. “For your information, I did not fall in a mud pit... Wrecker pushed me.”

You eyes widened considerably at that. This new information did not surprise you one bit, you tried not to laugh at him, not wanting to hurt his pride any more than the incident apparently already did. Instead you leaned forward again and pressed a sweet kiss to his nose. His face scrunched up at that, but afterwards all annoyance seemed to melt from his face and you were met with that lopsided and dopy grin of his that you had come to know and love.

“Why don’t you wash up in the fresher for a bit and relax?” you suggested.

His shoulders relaxed a bit at the mention of the fresher, you could see the tiredness seeping onto his face.

“Ok,” he says, taking your two hands in his and raising them to his lips for a quick kiss. “Do you need anything before I go in?”

You thought about that for a minute. The pain in your abdomen was still there, but it wasn’t as severe as it was before, in fact you were quite a bit hungry and your stomach chose that moment to make that known to your whole neighborhood. You blushed slightly looking down in embarrassment, but Tech just laughed.

“How about I refill your hot water bottle and order from that place you like down the street? Hum? You can pick out a holo for us to watch too if you want.” You smiled sweetly to him at that and pecked his lips again. “Only if you promise to cuddle with me on the couch.”

He grins at you again and presses a kiss to your forehead before standing up, “I would have it no other way.”

ooo

An hour later you were fed, dosed up on a concoction of pain medication from your boyfriend that you really had to write down for later, and half way thru your favorite holo. Finally, you were starting to feel like a human being again. Your boyfriend had cocooned you in various soft blankets before taking his place behind you on the couch and letting you use his shoulder as the world’s best pillow. Tech had his arms draped protectively around you securing you against his warm body, which was doing far more good for your cramps than your small hot water bottle did. You were in heaven.

You looked away from the holo and up at him after a few more moments of quiet, thinking he had finally fallen asleep, but you are met with a look of confusion written on his face.

“Babe? What’s wrong,” you question from your place on his shoulder.

Ever the thinker, he looks down at you after another pause and speaks softly, “Before, you said you got something new for us to try? What is it? A new recipe?”

Oh. My. Gosh.

Was he joking? He must be, this wasn’t the first time you had bought something new for you both to try in the bedroom. You thought he was messing with you until you looked up at him again and were met with only soft, innocence eyes shining through his large glasses. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him and press a loving kiss to his cheek.

“Well...” you say looking up at him thru hooded lashes. You leaned closer to him until your lips were reaching the shell of his ear, “It’s not a matter of something we could eat, as it is something we could put in our mouth.”

The choked noise and large blush overtaking his features had you laughing so hard your abdomen was now hurting for a whole other reason.

#tech x reader #bad batch x reader #clones x reader #clone trooper tech #period pains #The Clone Wars #clone force 99 #the bad batch #I don't know if this is good but I had fun making it #Periods suck I really wish I had a boyfriend to take care of me like this #He's such a sweet boy I wish he was real :"(#Proud of myself for finally doing this #Are there any spelling errors? I feel like there are a few #This took me waaaaaaaay too long to finish writing

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petri808 · 3 years

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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30-Epilogue

*Trigger warning- panic attack. The next 4 chapters will stay completely angsty as well, but I swear the ride will get us to a happy ending. Due to feedback, I agree that I need to show the trauma and progression to heal.

Thank you to @mcornilliac for your invaluable input, it’s really gonna help bring the story fully to life :)

“Lucy, baby,” Natsu’s hand squeezed harder. “You gotta calm down.”

“Ma’am... ma’am,” the EMT snapped his fingers in front of Lucy’s face. “Ma’am, I need you to focus on me. Can you focus on me?”

Their words were just muffled static, barely any tone and definitely not comprehensible to Lucy for there was too much competition vying for attention flowing through her mind. It felt like standing in a rapid wave break of constant ebb and flow but pounding against her prone body flattened into the shoreline. The thoughts raced so quickly, screaming, with only the harshest words coming through like a foghorn in the blackest night. Death. Pain. Blood. Anger, along with the emotional turmoil that came with them. Each rushing wave of anxiety fueled irrational thought after thought. ‘Stupid, stupid girl! Such a selfish fool! This was your fault for stealing away someone else’s love, a fantasy home wrecker! Fuck that! Natsu was mine fair and square, damn it! I deserved Natsu just as much and he loved me! Not Touka! Me!!!’ Lucy’s mind screamed, but the stares ate away... All those eyes judging her as they took that walk of shame. The authorities, the neighbors, heaven help her the talk that’s bound to get around. Will there be whispered, and hushed tones muttered around her, bearing down with all the weight of a thousand gravitational forces?! It was too much! Too mu—

“Oww!!” Lucy screamed and yanked her hand back, as she felt a sharp stab on the back of her hand. “What the fuck did you do that for?!” She glared at the EMT while rubbing and nursing the angry red spot. Whatever the man had done had hurt, but aside from the pain, nothing broke through the skin.

Without missing a beat, the EMT merely retook Lucy’s hand and placed two fingers over the pulse point in her wrist. “Can you tell me your name?” He questioned, speaking in a soft tone.

“Of course, I can! It’s Lucy Heartfilia!”

“Mmhmm,” he uttered in response. His eyes stayed trained on his own watch. “Do you know where you are?”

“In a fucking ambulance!”

“And who’s the current prime minister?”

“Huh? Um,” she paused with her head slightly tilted, “it was Abe, but I don’t remember the new guys name.”

“Close enough. Your pulse is still high, but it’s coming down now.” The EMT let go of Lucy’s hand, talking as he continued working on things. “I’m sorry to use such a technique, but when a person is in a panic attack, we need to snap them out of it as quickly as possible to keep it from escalating. Basically, during an attack your mind goes on overload, but physical stimulation can halt it. Shocks, if you will, to snap your focus away from cognitive thoughts back to the physical reality. The questions were to check if your cognitive focus had returned.”

“Oh...” was all Lucy could respond with to all the jargon. She hadn’t even realized she was having a panic attack. “T-Thank you...” But she wondered for a moment, just some physical pain could stop all those bad thoughts? It was something she’d never known before.

“You’re welcome. There are other methods including those you can administer to yourself at the immediate onset, so I suggest you look into them in case of another attack.”

“You think she’ll have more?” Natsu questioned with an obvious mix of concern and curiosity. The whole thing happened so quickly, that by the time he’d registered how bad it was, he couldn’t even react to a stranger stabbing a pen into his girlfriend’s hand. He was annoyed but glad this EMT was able to stay completely focused and calm.

“Traumatic events can cause a lot of emotional reactions including panic attacks. So, it’s a good idea to be prepared just in case.” The EMT now injected her arm, explaining as he went. “This is a mild sedative just to help you relax.”

By the time they’d reached the hospital, the sedative was taking effect and Lucy struggled to keep her eyes open. The level of exhaustion blindsided them both. Physically exhausted as if she’d run a marathon and emotionally drained. The closest she could rationalize it to was studying for the college entrance exam and how tired she’d been once it was over. So, she sat quietly as the medical personnel double checked her wounds, but too dazed to pay attention when they were giving her aftercare instructions. Thank goodness for Levy who’d been waiting as soon as they’d arrived. The woman handled a lot of the talking for Lucy and Natsu, but Natsu himself was being worked on next to Lucy. His wounds were cleaned up better so they could get a closer look.

The doctors inform Lucy she’s free to go but Natsu would have to stay so they could run X-rays. She wanted to fight to stay because right now he was the closest thing to security she had but could barely focus. With some gentle coaxing from both Natsu and Levy, and reminders that Touka wasn’t getting out of jail, Lucy eventually relents. A police officer would be escorting the women back to their apartment.

“Just try to get some sleep, please,” Natsu kissed his girlfriend. “I promise to call you as soon as I can, but I might pass out as soon as I hit my bed.” He wanted to be honest with her but assuring at the same time.

“O-Okay,” she nodded slowly, glassy eyed from exhaustion and sadness. “I understand.”

He leaned his head to her forehead while cupping the back of her neck. “We’re gonna be okay, Lucy. We’re gonna get through this, and I’ll be there for you no matter how long it takes.”

That pulls a few sniffles out of the woman who closes her eyes. “I love you, Natsu.”

“I love you too, Lucy.” He sits back up. “Now promise me you’ll get some sleep?” She nodded. Natsu smiled. “That’s my girl.”

Gray arrived shortly after the two women left for the night to keep his friend company and help him get home. Natsu wasn’t keeping track of time, but it sure felt like this was taking forever. The police had taken both he and Lucy’s phones for evidence, so he had nothing to pass the time with. Luckily, there wasn’t a lot of downtime between treatments. After the X-ray, the doctors sedated him and sewed up the wounds on his cheek and abdomen. It took both internal and external sutures, but luckily the side wound didn’t hit anything major. According to the doctor, the knife had missed the large intestine by a centimeter. He’ll be left with nasty scars for life, but a life is one he’ll at least have.

“You okay, man?” Gray questioned.

“Just tired and sore,” Natsu sighed. Now that Lucy wasn’t there, he let his body and mind fully register all the physical pain he was going through. “I just wanna fall into my bed.”

The doctors told Natsu, he should fully heal in about six to eight weeks, pending he keep the wound clean, keep his health up, and above all did nothing to aggravate it. So much for working, but he was sure that Makarov will make an exception. Maybe put him on register, light stocking, and inventory with no heavy lifting. As for how bad the scars will be, only time will tell. Plastic surgery might help, but that costs money. In a fleeting thought, Natsu worried that Lucy would leave him over it. ‘No way, she’s not vain like that... although the reminder it gives might be the problem...’ he quickly dismissed the notion from conscious thought, even though it lingered in the background. It would certainly hurt if she did, but could he really blame her? To be reminded of the night she almost died every time she looked at him? Natsu wanted to believe that Lucy was strong enough to get through this, and regardless if things eventually didn’t work out between them, he’d never stop trying to help her. He owed her that much for putting her in this situation. Well... that wasn’t fair, he couldn’t have foreseen Touka’s behavior, but it didn’t make him feel any less guilty for it.

“We’re here.”

Grays voice snapped Natsu out of his thoughts. He looked out of the taxi window to see the front of their apartment building. “Oh, right.” He was so ready to clean up and sleep.

Inside their apartment, Natsu took a shower, and Gray helped him to re-bandage his wounds. The warm water and sensation of being clean helped him to feel a little better, at least physically, even though the emotional turmoil still churned. But as he laid in bed, the exhaustion was swiftly taking over. There was so much to do. Replace their phones, the official police interview, notifying their jobs and schools to make sure they wouldn’t fall behind. Even the EMT’s comment was nagging at him, so note to self, call the shrink in the morning... well, as soon as he woke up anyways. By the time his eyes were shuttering closed, the early breach of dawn had made its calling. It was a new day and all Natsu could hope was to start anew.

#nalu #nalu fan fic #nalu au #nalu fan fiction #Natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfillia #Natsu x lucy #strangers on a train #ch 23 #fairytail

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sub-hoshi-enthusiast · 4 years

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Hi! Can I request Hoseok from BTS with a pain kink? 😏

Hobi is my Bias Wrecker, I felt like I was betraying Jimin the entire time I was writing this... but I do love myself some sub!Hobi! 🥵🥵 Sorry for the long wait, I started writing this a while ago but got writers block about half way through.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Hobi, fem!dom!reader, pegging, degradation, spanking, pain kink.

Mistress's Little Painslut

Hobi was sure you were just torturing him by now. He has had a crush on you since you both turned 17. You had originally been one of his sister's friends, but when you two met, no one could deny the immediate connection. You were there to cheer him on when he started dancing. You were the one to convince him that he should try out and become a trainee at BigHit. When he felt like quitting, you were always there to cheer him up, telling him all of his hard work would pay off. A few months later it did- he joined a boy group called BTS and became a worldwide phenomenon. You were there with him for everything. It wasn't a surprise he introduced you to the rest of his members as soon as he possibly could.

Since you two have known each other since third grade, you are very comfortable around each other. You would sleep over at the dorms a lot- ARMY knew who you were a few months after BTS's debut and shipped you and Hobi hardcore so you didn't need to worry about scandals-, you would give each other 'friendly' kisses on the cheek, and were almost always seen out together.

Just like Hoseok, you were a dancer, and enjoyed learning all the BTS choreography by heart. You have been going to college for dancing for quite a few years now. It is common knowledge that dancers have amazing thighs, look at almost any Kpop dancer and you will see they have thighs of a greek god. So it was a given you loved looking at your best friend's thighs and ass- you had told him once if there's a nice ass you have to appreciate it. What was torturing him, however, was the fact that you liked to grab it.

If you were just standing next to him, your hand was in his back pocket. After dancing with him, you would walk over and slap or squeeze his ass before you left. You had started doing it absentmindedly at this point. You would be looking down at your phone, not realizing he was right next to you, and you would just reach down and squeeze his ass. He liked when you did it absentmindedly though. When you just did it normally, you made sure not to hit too hard, just light enough for it to be friendly. But when you weren't thinking about it, you would grab him hard and, god, did he love it. He would have to bite his lip to make sure he wouldn't let out an embarrassingly loud sound and weird you out. He would always blush and tell you to stop with a chuckle, but he was sure if you did actually stopped, he would be on his knees begging you to do it again.

The boys were throwing a party to celebrate them performing at the Grammys, though you were slightly pissed off that they weren't nominated for anything, but they decided to invite you anyway. It was just you, the boys, and a lot of alcohol. Luckily, you had a high alcohol tolerance, but Hobi didn't, so you made sure to check on him to make sure he wasn't completely wasted by the end of the night. You were all sitting in the living room, laughing at some dumb joke Jin had told (Yoongi was drunk enough to lay back and actually laugh at his horrible dad jokes). You looked down at your glass and saw it was almost empty.

"I'm gonna go get another drink, anyone coming with?" You asked as you stood up from your spot on the couch between Hobi and Jimin, having to pry Jimin's arms off you in order to stand up. Hobi looked at his empty glass, decided he wasn't drunk enough yet and stood up to follow you.

"I'll get something too." You both walked to the kitchen after seeing no one else was getting up. You reached into the fridge and got a coke and some whipped cream flavored vodka as your best friend just got a beer. You were pouring your drink next to Hobi, who was facing the counter and opening his beer with the bottle opener before pouring it in a glass. You absentmindedly reached down and gave his ass a harsh squeeze after you finished your drink. He was already tipsy, so he couldn't hold back the little whimper that left his lips. He was hoping it was quiet enough so you couldn't hear it, but when you froze in front of the fridge after putting away the bottle of vodka, he knew that wasn't the case. You slowly turned around and faced him with wide eyes, watching as his face suddenly lit up a fiery red.

"D-did you just-"

"No!" He immediately cut you off before running back to the living room. He was always a horrible liar and you both knew it. A smirk fell on your face as you started thinking of a plan. You entered the living room with a neutral look on your face.

"What took you so long, did you get lost in there or something?" Yoongi joked as he looked up at you. You chuckled and sat back on the couch.

"No, I accidentally spilled a coke so I cleaned it up and got another one." He nodded, believing the flimsy excuse you gave him. No one thought anything of it when you leaned over and cuddled up to Hobi, since it was something you two always did. He tensed up beside you but relaxed after you did nothing but lay on him for a few minutes. After a few more games, jokes, and about halfway through a movie you had looked at the time. Time to put your plan in action.

"Well, this was fun but I really need to get going." You said as you stood up from the couch, having to pry Jimin off you yet again- you forgot how clingy he was when he was drunk. The boys all pouted, saying you could just stay the night.

"No no no, I would love to but I have an interview in the morning for a new job."

"Another one? Don't you already have two part time jobs?" Jungkook asked as he looked up at you. You shrugged.

"College is expensive."

"I'm so glad I'm never going to college." You laughed and patted his shoulder before heading to the door.

"Aren't you drunk? You can't drive home. Let one of us drive you." Namjoon said before you opened the door. You laughed and shook your head.

"The only one that isn't drunk is Taehyung, and he's sleeping so I don't want to wake him. It's a short walk to my place from here, I'll be fine." Jin looked at the clock.

"It's 10 o'clock at night, it's dangerous for you to be walking alone out there. Let one of us at least walk with you." You smirked before turning towards the boys.

"Alright. Hobi, are you alright with walking me home?" His eyes widened as he quickly saw what you were doing. It would look way too suspicious if he turned down your offer, and all the boys would bombard him with questions as soon as you left. He slowly nodded his head and walked towards you. You smiled sweetly up at him. "Ok, goodnight you guys."

A chorus of 'goodbye's is all you heard before you closed the door and started your journey home. Hobi looked at the ground for most of the walk staying silent. You giggled as you looked over at him.

"What? Are you scared of me now?" He looked up at you for a second before looking quickly back down with a short chuckle. "Is this because of what happened in the kitchen?" You saw his ears burn red before slowly nodding. You chuckled. "Hobi, it's not that big of a deal. We've been best friends for, like, 20 years. I don't want this to make you awkward around me." He let out a sigh and looked up at you with a slight smile. "Now, if I may ask, what exactly happened in the kitchen?" He gulped and looked away from you.

"W-well, you usually grab my ass a lot harder when you aren't r-really thinking about it, s-so it kind of hurt." He managed to stutter out. Your eyes widened in realization.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize… but i don't think you're telling me the whole truth." He gulped and snapped his head over to you as you both stopped in your tracks at your front door.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well…" you started as you slowly walked toward Hobi, making him back up with every step you took forward, "The sound you let out didn't really sound like you were in pain. In fact..." Hobi gulped as you pressed him against your door with a wicked smirk, "...it sounded like you enjoyed it." His breathing had doubled its pace as his eyes looked at everything but you. You grabbed his chin and made him face you, as your other hand reached down and harshly grabbed a handful of his ass. He whimpered again, almost loud enough to be a moan this time. You smirked wider and leaned in to press a few kisses to the side of his throat as you lifted your knee to press against his growing erection. He whined and held onto your shoulders as you pushed your knee harder against him. You bit down on a spot on his neck, close to his collar bones.

"H-harder." He barely mumbled. You stopped what you were doing and looked up at him.

"What?" He gulped and locked eyes with you as a pretty pink color stained his face.

"H-harder. Please- b-bite me harder." You smirk at his answer and leaned back into his neck, biting him hard enough to almost draw blood. He moaned louder, throwing his head back against the wooden door as his hands tangled themselves in your hair.

"Oh, so my little baby's a painslut, huh?" You teased as you grabbed his ass again. He whimpered loudly and grinded his hard-on against your knee at a faster pace. "Fuck, you just keep getting hotter." You growled against him before quickly opening the door, almost making him fall before you grabbed his hips and pulled him up. You shoved him into the house, slamming and locking the door behind you before you grabbed his wrist with a bruising force, dragging him to the bedroom. He almost fell on the floor as you threw him in your room, closing the door behind you. When he saw the look of hunger in your eyes as you turned around, he bit his lip and shivered. You quickly made your way across the room and pulled him in for a kiss, harshly pinning him down on your bed. He whimpered beneath you when you pulled away, biting so hard on his lip you drew blood. He reached his hands up to remove your shirt, making you grab his hand and pin them above his head.

"No touching or moving until I tell you to." You told him, making him whine in protest. You immediately ripped his clothes off before leaning down and sucking marks on his neck and chest, making sure that by the end of the night everyone would know who he belonged to. He was whimpering pitifully beneath you and squirming in your grip. You started grinding your hips into his as you pulled away from his neck, looking down at his flushed face.

"How long have you been thinking about this? Me pinning you down and making you mine as you whimper like a dumb pup beneath me. How long?" He let out a shaky moan as you grinded your hips into his harder.

"G-God, ages! Always wanted mistress to pin me down and mark me, h-hurt me, dominate me, do w-whatever she wants with me, because I'm just her dumb little painslut." He whined as he threw his head back. Your pupils dilated when you heard him call you mistress and you smirked down at him. You tutted at him, shaking your head.

"I don't think you're supposed to think about your best friend like that, baby. What a naughty boy." You whispered lowly into his ear. He started breathing heavily as he grinded his hips up to meet yours with shallow whimpers. You thought for a second before smirking and pinning his hips to the bed. You chuckled darkly in his ear, making a shiver shoot up his spine.

"What did I say about moving, baby?" His eyes widened as he immediately started trying to stutter out an explanation.

"I-I'm sorry! You just felt so g-good mistress, I-I couldn't help myself! I-" you landed a harsh slap on his thigh which made him whine.

"I didn't ask for your pathetic excuses." Your eyes lit up as you thought of something. You moved to sit up but paused and looked down at him, your eyes softening. "Safe word?" He blinked and looked up at you in confusion from your sudden change in tone. You reached one of your hands up and moved a few strands of hair from his face. "I know this probably ruins the mood, but you're still my best friend and I want to make sure I don't make you uncomfortable." He cringed beneath you as you called him your best friend, sadness showing in his eyes. "What's wrong baby?" He looked away from you, a gloss over his eyes told you he might start crying soon.

"You… you called me your best friend so I just-" the sniffle he let out cut him off as the tears slowly started falling down his face before he turned to lock eyes with you, the sadness in them breaking your heart, "-I just thought that you saw t-this as a one night s-stand and we wouldn't talk about it again, which sucks b-because I've had this huge c-crush on you since we were s-seventeen." You pulled him to sit up and pressed kisses all over his face while wiping the tears away.

"Oh, baby, no! I just wasn't sure what you would want me to call you! I mean, we aren't officially dating yet, are we?" He looked up at you as you held his face softly in your hands.

"I-I guess not…"

"Well, now we are. You are now officially my boyfriend." You told him in a playful tone as you gave him a light peck on the nose, making him giggle. He took a deep breath in and let it out before looking at you again.

"Red." You tilted your head in confusion. "My safe word, it's red."

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"What were you gonna do?"

"Well, I was going to spank you but if you're still too sensitive-" before you could finish your sentence he moved your legs so you were sitting on the edge of the bed and draped himself over them with his ass in the air, looking up at you expectantly. You laughed before lightly kneading the skin of his ass.

"You're sure?" He nodded enthusiastically and pushed his ass back into your hand more. You let out a breath before looking back down at him with a dark look in your eyes. "I think fifteen sounds good, don't you baby?" He shivered and nodded eagerly with a whimper. You smirked and brought your hand up before smacking his ass with a harsh slap that echoed around the room, followed up a loud whimper from Hobi. "I want you to count out loud for me."

"Yes mistress!" He exclaimed as he pushed his ass back into your hand as it kneaded the slowly reddening skin. You slapped the area between his thigh and ass, hitting harder than you did before. "F-fuck, two!" You did this for a few more minutes. By the time you reached ten, you could feel how hard he was against you as his precum soaked through your jeans.

"Thirt-teen! F-f- fuck- fourteen!" You smirked down at him as you felt him grinding his hard-on against the rough fabric of your jeans. You waited a minute before rearing your hand back and slapping him as hard as you could.

"FIFTEEN!!" He called out as his body jerked forward. He slowly fell limp against your legs, not having the strength to hold himself up as you kneaded his ass, which now had a red handprint on it. He whimpered and started pushing his hard cock against your jean clad thigh. He let out a loud yelp when you slapped his ass again.

"Did I say you could move, slut?" He bit his lip with a whine as you pulled him up by his hair and pushed him back against the mattress.

"N-no, mistress, 'm sorry." He whimpered as he looked up at you. You smirked down at him before reaching into your bedside drawer and pulled out two black ribbons, using one to tie him to the headboard and the other to blindfold him.You heard his breath hitch as you restricted his vision, making him 3x more sensitive. He turned his head as he heard you open your bedside drawer and pull something out, shortly after hearing the sound of your pants hitting the floor. He shook with a loud gasp as he felt the tip of a strap-on he had remembered seeing in your drawer but had never mentioned to you. You let out a dark chuckle and leaned down so you were blowing hot breath on his ear.

"I don't think bad boys deserve to be stretched out, do they baby?" He let out a moan as you bit down harshly on his earlobe.

"I-" he was cut off by another whimper as you slapped one of the many red marks you had left on his ass.

"I didn't ask for your opinion." You growled before slamming your hips into his, not giving him time to adjust before pounding ruthlessly into him. He let out loud cries of pleasure as his back lifted off the bed, his head thrown back in pleasure.

"O-oh my god!!" He whimpered out in a high-pitched tone when he felt your hand creep up his chest before settling around his throat. You smirked and squeezed, making him gasp and squirm more beneath you. You continued to pound into him, leaning down to press kisses over the bruises you had left on his neck at the beginning of your session. After a few minutes, he came hard after you had given him permission to do so. He expected you to stop or slow down, but he let out a pathetic moan as you sped up the pace of your hips.

"W-wait, mistress!! Fuck- I-It hurts." He felt you devilishly smirk against his neck.

"You said you've had a crush on me since we were 17, right?" You asked him as you slightly slowed down the movement of your hips and lightened your grip on his throat. He slowly nodded in confusion. At his answer you sped up the pace of your hips again, moving the hand that was wrapped around his throat to pinch and tease his nipples. "Then you're going to cum for each year you kept this secret from your mistress." He moaned louder as he came again, coating his stomach with his seed as you continued to pound into him, lightly scratching over the red marks on his ass. Tears started streaming down his flushed face as Hobi realized he was in for a long night.

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ythankucaptainmccoy · 4 years

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Hunter x Reader (Overwhelmed)

This request was from @xsugaryxsweetx and I hope you all like it. I do not own Star Wars or any characters. WARNINGS:Injury, Healing, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, First Time and SMUT (duh)

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It had been an ambush and Clone Force 99 and you had been dealing with them easily. “This is a lot more fun when they actually present a challenge�� Wrecker boasted. “Well at least this will be over quickly”, Crosshair grumbled. “Keep blasting I want to get this over with!”, Hunter yelled to them. You were cutting through the droids with ease and before much longer you all had decimated the droids.

“Alright looks like dinner will be on time tonight boys”, you chuckled putting your lightsaber away. Wrecker cheered as you made your way back to them. It all happened so fast Hunter pushing you and the sound of a distant blaster going off. Crosshair raised his rifle and fired at the sniper nailing it as it fell off a cliff. You whirled around at Tech yelling Hunter's name, and the sight of Hunter clutching his side.

You ran to his side kneeling down pulling his hand away as he grimaced. “Hunter what do you think you were doing”, you panicked. “Saving your...skin”, he gritted out. “Hurry we have to get him back to the ship so I can heal him”, you ordered. Hunter was going in and out of consciousness, but once back at the ship he was slightly awake. “Lay him here, and go eat. I'll join you in a moment”, you told them.

Hunter watched as you kneeled beside him, and outstretched your hands over his wound. Warmth and a tingling sensation followed as you healed him. You were breathing heavily once the wound was perfectly healed. Hunter sat up, but you pushed him back down and you noticed how he shivered at your touch. “Stay here I’ll bring you food”, you told him as you walked out of the ship. The rest of the night seemed to go by okay, but Hunter insisted on taking watch first.

“I know you're there”, Hunter told you. You smirked as you jumped down in front of him as you ran your finger over his shoulder to gauge his reaction. He growled as he grabbed your hand, and pushed it away. “Why is it that you hate being touched? I have been with this group for some rotations, and you don’t even like bumping past someone”, you questioned aloud. He hesitated for a moment weighing his options.

“Well you know my senses are heightened”, he told you. You were about to reply when you understood. “So when I do this it feels better than it normally should for a regular clone”, you said as you ran a finger down the back of his neck. “Don’t”, Hunter growled at you. You did it again, but ran your fingers through his hair and tugged. That’s all it took for him to turn around, and push you against a tree.

The way he was shuddering had you pulling him towards you. He hesitated at first until you whispered for him to do it. He captured your lips and you both put some fire behind it. You knew that the boys were touch deprived, but it seemed with Hunter he denied himself it. You pressed up against him and he gasped grabbing hold of your hips. You smiled as you ground against him making his fingers dig in enough to leave bruises on your hips.

“Hunter it’s okay. I want you if you want me”, you confessed. Hunter’s eyes widened and that was all the go ahead he needed. He loved hearing the giggles coming from you, and each time you ran your hands over the gaps in his armor he would buck his hips. He pulled away and you both hastily shed yourself of armor and clothes. He came back to you and you snaked your hand down to palm him.

He gasped and shuddered as you wrapped your hand around his shaft to stroke him. Hunter groaned as you pushed him, and he pushed you back. He was hungry and he pushed you down to the ground getting over top of you. You were wet, but he knew you needed a little more foreplay. He gently brushed his fingers over your slit as he licked over each of your nipples. You bucked against his hand as two of his fingers slipped into you.

He pumped his fingers as he nipped at your bottom lip. The moans you let out spurring him on. He knew with his heightened senses that you were close as he continued. You cried out as you came onto his fingers. He choked on a curse as you convulsed around him as he worked you through it. When you came back down you looked at him and he seemed nervous. “Hunter it’s okay you told him as you pushed him onto his back.

You straddled him and leaned down to kiss him. His hands came up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss. While he was distracted you ground your wet pussy along his shaft and back down. Your entrance catching the head of his cock every other grind. He was rutting in time with your grinding, and he had to still you. “If we don’t slow down I’m not going to last”, he told you. He could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest, and he could smell your arousal.

“Are you ready?”, you questioned. He nodded as you brought your lips back down to his, and you grasped his cock to position him. He groaned as the tip of his cock entered you, and then he gritted his teeth as you ever so slowly sank down on him. Inch by inch you moaned as he stretched you, and he had little ah’s falling from his lips between kisses. You took him all the way in and stopped to let him adjust to the feeling.

“How do you feel?”you asked, pecking his lips. “Overwhelmed”, he shivered. You waited until he gave you the signal to go and you started a pretty fast pace. The noises that Hunter could make had you clenching around him slightly already. You however were not prepared when he rolled you onto your back, and started to ram into you. The sight of some of his hair over his eyes, and the way his muscles rolled had you whimpering.

“Hunter”, you gasped as he hit a particular spot. He grinned and started to aim for the spot that had you coming undone around him. Your orgasm was strong and it pulled his own out of him as he stilled inside you. The feeling of his cum coating your walls had you moaning as your nails raked across his shoulder blades. It took a moment for him to regain his composure, but once he did he started up another pace.

You squeaked in surprise as you realized he wasn’t done with you yet. Little praises fell from your lips and that definitely helped as he would thrust a certain way that had you crying out. “You're so good to me”, he panted. “I have loved you for a while now”, he confessed. “I know”, you replied as he stilled. He grinned mischievously and grasped your thighs to bring them to your chest. When he started up again the new angle was hitting all the right places.

“You're gonna cum on my cock again. I loved the way you squeezed me down”, he grunted. That had you cumming again, but he fucked you through it. He wrenched another orgasm out of you and this one had him spilling into you again, growling as you tugged on locks of his hair. He pulled out of you, but flipped you onto your stomach, and pulled your ass up having you support yourself on your knees.

He put his legs on the outside of your own to trap them, and seemed to be mesmerized by the view. You wiggled your hips at him, and your next words had him almost cumming, “Please touch me Sergeant Sir!”. He was inside of you and thrusting harder than he had before. He easily had you cum twice without stopping. He was getting close, and you could tell how hard his cock was twitching and the sloppy thrusts.

He leaned over you and brought his hands over yours threading his fingers with yours. “Please tell me you're ready to cum”, he stated. “Yes Sergeant I am”, you said, turning slightly to grin at him. He thrust a couple more times and came triggering your orgasm. The primal little cry that left his lips as he bit down on your shoulder made you cry out as well. Hunter pulled out of you once he felt satisfied, and he lay back as you rolled over top of him.

“How do you feel?”, he asked as you traced circles on his chest with your fingers. “Overwhelmed”, you truthfully replied. With you tracing circles, and the small kisses you noticed him get hard again. “I guess you really do have heightened senses”, you told him then pinched one of his nipples. He grit his teeth as his cock twitched ready for you again. You both fucked several more times until you were caught by Tech.

Tech the poor baby grew red and for once didn’t have anything to say. Hunter once dressed grabbed his armor and led you back into the camp to his tent. The others didn’t understand why Tech had been so quiet until they heard your giggling coming from Hunter’s tent. It didn’t take Crosshair long before he realized why Tech had been so quiet. Wrecker once he saw how you would sneak little slaps to Hunters ass realized what had obviously happened.

Hunter was super embarrassed once the men started to tease him about it. You knew they did it on purpose, but whenever you asked them to they would stop. They had respect for you, but if anyone ever tried to come between you and their Sergeant they would raise all kinds of hell whether it was clones, other Jedi or civvies. You loved Hunter and you protected his brothers, but he was always looking for ways to get away from them to be with you.

#star wars clone wars #hunter x reader smut #clone force 99 #injury #healing #smut

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 4 years

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A Tender Night~Taehyung x fem! reader

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: You can’t sleep and your boyfriend notices. Coincidentally he can’t sleep either with you tossing, turning and squirming in his embrace so you both decide on what’ll be best to tire you out, Taehyung suggests something you can’t refuse.

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Romance

Word Count: 1,407

Warnings: Smut, please don’t read unless you’re 18 or older, I cannot stress that enough.

Author’s Note: Taehyung is my bias wrecker and has been coming for Jimin’s bias spot for awhile(had to swat him away a few times, my gosh), so here is my first fic of him and first BTS smut! I hope ya’ll enjoy it and let me know how it is. Thanks!

The clock read 3:54 am as my groggy eyes slid open. This is the third night where I couldn’t get enough sleep, staring at the wall for hours til the sun rose was when I got decent sleep.

I shift around, feeling Taehyung’s strong arms adjust around me along with his soft breathing. A soft smile finds my lips as I turn fully towards him and snuggle up close, shutting my eyes. His heart has a slow, meticulous beat, I listen for a few second, a minute, a few more until I still hear it.

“God damnit,” I groan as I turn back over to the clock.

It now read 4:05 am. For fucks sake.

Taehyung’s soft breathing ceases for a moment as he sighs, warm breath hitting my neck to the point I shiver.

“Mmh, Y/N,” he murmurs, “are you cold?”

His arms tighten around me as he pulls me back against his chest.

“A little,” I admit, “I-I can’t—“

Taehyung opens his dark eyes, nearly making me lose my words. They’re so mesmerizing under the glow of our outside apartment lights that break in through our window. Am I the luckiest woman alive?

“You can’t what?” he asks.

I wince at the hint of annoyance.

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep,” I say.

Taehyung’s eye brows perk up before he yawns out.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he whispers, “if you can’t sleep, then neither can I.”

I frown and put a hand on his cheek.

“Tae, no you go back to sleep, I can just get some tea or take some sleeping pills.”

Taehyung shifts up, his tired eyes now abruptly alert.

“Pills? Y/N, how long have you been having this problem?” he asks.

I look up at him, he’s captivated on me, his usual stoic expression now soft. His hands stroke my arm softly, making it hard to speak.

“Y/N, are you all right?” he asks.

“N-No,” I say, “I’ve been having trouble sleeping for some reason.”

Taehyung nods, hands still stroking my arm.

“That’s why you’ve been sleeping hours after I get up,” he says.

I nod sharply.

“Yeah, it’s always in the middle of the night,” I explain, “it’s weird maybe I just need to try harder.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrow, he opens his mouth but I turn back over toward the clock, shutting my eyes to try again.

“Y/N,” Taehyung says.

He follows my movement, arms wrapping around me as he tucks his chin against my shoulder, arms meandering themselves down my arms soothingly. His touch makes me shiver again and he chuckles, warm breath directly hitting my ear.

“Mmh, you’re not cold, you’re sensitive,” he notes, “why haven’t you told me this sooner?”

His deep voice makes my heart pump, and I think he knows that because he continues.

“Talk to me babe,” he says, “or would you rather me sing?”

His fingers still move: under my shirt gently squeezing my breasts before sliding up to caress them. I sigh against him as he presses himself against my back.

“Tae,” I warn.

“Hmm?” he asks, “I won’t go any farther unless you tell me. Use that pretty voice of yours.”

Of course he’s acting like this in the middle of the damn night.

“Sing,” I say, “sing and-”

Taehyung interrupts me with a kiss on the back of neck, forcing another shiver up my body.

“And?”

“God, you tease,” I groan.

Taehung chuckles.

“It’s not teasing when you have all the control babe,” he says.

I roll my eyes.

“Touch me,” I say, “touch me Taehyung.”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispers.

His fingers slid down my belly expertly, rubbing my skin gently as I suck in a quick breath. He hums the melody of Pied Piper as his fingers slip under the waistband of my sweats and start rubbing me against my panties.

“Tae,” I moan.

Taehyung ceases his movements, but continues to hum.

“My paradise, you’re so wet already and I’ve hardly touched you,” he says, “should I continue?”

I nod, but Taehyung only kisses my jaw.

“I need your words Y/N.”

“Yes, please,” I beg.

Taehyung hums, and slips his fingers from my sweats to yank them down along with my panties, just around my legs to grant him access. His fingers enter me and I moan softly, eyes shut. He doesn’t slow down as he continues to move and add a second finger.

“Tae, ah.”

He kisses down my neck, fingers still working extremely hard. My eyes flutter open as the familiar pit in my stomach grows.

“I-I’m close, T-Tae.”

Taehyung nods and applies great, yet tender pressure to my clit over and over until.

“Ah! G-God!” I groan.

My skin flares at my release, Taehyung’s fingers start to slow down as I breathe in and out, trying to come down from my high.

Taehyung groans lowly against my ear.

“God, Y/N that was so beautiful,” he says.

I hear a pop and turn to see him licking his fingers. This man.

“Tae-”

I cut myself off when I feel him against my knee, his thick bulge poking me. He chuckles down at himself.

“I-I’m sorry but damn Y/N, you’ve made me so hard,” he groans, “I need to be inside you right now.”

My heart races at his confession, turn back over around my side and pull my sweats back up. Taehyung’s hands stop me as he wraps his arms back around me, his clothed hardness poking me right where he wants it.

“Please, you sounded so pretty and I’m not even tired anymore,” he whispers.

“Tae, I want to but-”

“But? Turn around let me see you,” he begs.

I turn back around and see it, his deep black eyes full of want and compassion. His mouth is open as he breathes a bit hard, he really does need to relieve himself.

“Tae, I just I-I feel a little selfish with you doing all the work for me, all because I couldn’t go to sleep,” I say.

Taehyung chuckles, hands moving to cup my face before kissing me. It’s full of passion and lust as he trails down my jaw and neck.

“There’s nothing wrong with letting me take care of you,” he says, “we always take care of each other, it’s whats expected of the both of us, right?”

I nod as his lips continue to work a sensitive area of my neck.

“Tae, please,” I groan.

“Words, Y/N, tell me what you want,” he whispers against my ear.

“You,” I admit, “please let’s take care of each other.”

Taehyung smiles and pulls down his own sweats, revealing his hardened member. Of course no underwear.

“Lay back babe,” he says, “let me take care of you, us.”

I roll into my back as Taehyung gets on his knees, aligning himself with my entrance. He pushes himself in slowly, letting me adjust to his size.

“Tae, ah, I-oh God.”

I hold onto his arms as he stops once he’s in. He leans in to kiss me before breathing against my neck.

“God, Y/N, I always fit so perfectly, yet you’re so tight tonight,” he groans, “let me know when I can move.”

I nod, breathing with him until it feels right.

“I-I’m ready,” I say.

Taehyung glances up, eyes clouded in lust as he nods and pulls out, then back in starting a slow pleasurable pace.

“T-Tae,ah mh.”

His thrusts build up quickly, and I can barely speak or keep my eyes open. My fingers tighten around Taehyung’s arms as he growls and continues to pound in and out of me.

“T-Tae ah! FuckI-I’m close!”

Taehyung groans against my neck, his breath already adding to what he’s doing to me.

“You feel too good Y/N, I-I’m close too,” he moans.

I answer with a moan of my own as our eyes meet, the look he gives me and the final thrust he gives sends me over the edge and he isn’t close behind, spilling himself into me.

“Damn, Y/N,” he groans, “you-God, I love you.”

I run my fingers through his hair as he collapses on me.

“I-I love you too,” I say.

I yawn soon after, making Taehyung chuckle.

“I guess that tired you out,” he says.

“Yeah, but we need to clean up.”

Taehyung perks up and kisses me.

“Rest, let me take care of it.”

I try to protest, but my eyes flutter and Taehyung’s already up and headed to the bathroom.

“Sweet dreams, my paradise.”

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Crossed Connections: Part 7

Pairing: Tech x Togruta!Reader, Wrecker/OC

Characters: The Bad Batch, Ik'aad (Reader)

Warnings: None

Summary: Someone’s in for a bigger surprise than expected

A/N: So this was supposed to be the basorexia prompt and I failed. I'll be giving that one a shot again in the not so distant future. Also, would y'all like these two to finally heat things up a bit? I know I would.

Previous Parts and Extended Universe can be found here

It's been too long and I've got to apologize. It's been a lot adjusting to the new base but I feel like I'm finally getting my footing. I've taken your advice. I've been working on making friends. I feel like it's going well for the most part. Some are a little standoffish but it's nothing I can't overcome, right?

In other news, I did a thing. I think you'll be surprised! You like surprises right? So....anyway...I passed my FAS test!. You know how hard I’ve been studying? Honestly, I was scared. I really could have used a study buddy but this really nice guy I know gave me some extra study materials and they were perfect. Now all I have to do is brush up at the range and I'm good to go! Can you believe that? It's like a dream!

While I'm on the subject of dreams... I've been thinking about you. Well, you and me. Us? I guess what I'm trying to say is I think I deserve a reward for all my hardwork and I really want to see you. Please? Pretty please?

I know I won't have leave for a while but my new roommate has a holoprojector and maybe we could just do that? I don't want to push but I've been so patient and...

You know what? Nevermind. I don't want to push. Just write back soon, ok?

Yours,

Grutababy.

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It’s hard to look at her sometimes Tech thinks as he, again, reads her latest message spread through his visor. It's a rambling note that makes his heart squeeze tight and his eyes dart to his left guiltily after each line. Now that he knows her he can hear her voice, how she emphasized certain words, how her smile dazzled when she turned in on him full force.

Yeah, it's hard to look at her when she does that.

It's even harder not too when she's sitting just feet from him, ribbing at Crosshair who is attempting and failing to hide his amusement.

“So exactly how far away would I have to get before you couldn’t peg me with this fork?” She asks holding up the utensil.

Wrecker chokes out a laugh, “Please, Ik’aad. Don’t ever say that again.”

“Say what?” Her brows knit together in soft confusion.

I want to see you. Please?

“Shut up, Wrecker.” The sniper growls as he himself bites off a laugh. Ik’aad shoots a worried look between the pair, pulling her lower lip between her teeth and worrying it in a way Tech finds incredibly distracting.

“Don’t act like you weren’t thinking-“

I've been thinking about you

“Could one of you explain what’s so funny?” She asks, exacerbation creeping into her voice as she sets her mug down. Caf sloshes against the sides of it.

“It’s nothing Ik’aad” Crosshair tries to sooth her. He’s shit at it. Regardless she bites back a shy smile.

Tech wonders when their sniper had started thawing to the medic. He’d watched the other day as he’d walked a few steps behind her from the mess back to the med bay with Echo. He’d seen the sharp looks he’d given to the few Regs who’d given their little medic appreciative looks and how his hand had hovered over his blaster in threat. Tech wondered how much of it had to do with the his request to tag his mystery woman a week prior.

“How did your test go?” Crosshair asks changing the topic with a practiced nonchalance.

I passed my FAS test! I think I deserve a reward. You know how hard I’ve been studying!

Any residual confusion falls away and her face lights up. She's radiant and Tech has to bite his tongue from telling her as much.

“Passed with flying colors.” Her chest puffs with pride as his vode make a big show of it. Hunter gives her a soft congratulations.

Crosshair pats her back and mentions something about letting her get her hands on Sweetie.

Wrecker wraps a meaty arm around her shoulders and pulls her tight. The tiny Togruta leans into his embrace happily. Than they all look at Tech, his vode with knowing looks and Y/N with a bright smile.

Some are a little standoffish but it's nothing I can't overcome, right?

He hates it when she does that. Well- hate isn’t exactly the correct word. He would pay his entire monthly stipend to get lost in those pale blues. Like a cloudless sky on Yavin-4 they’re bright and hopeful and- they’re everything .

And he is still just Tech.

Why did who he was bother him? He hasn't felt like this since Kamino, not since he'd found his vode and his place in the world. Maybe with Ik'aad he didn't know where he fit. With his brothers he knew where he stood. He had purpose. He was the problem solver, the one that thought outside the box to make sure the mission was a success. Ik'aad wasn't a mission. He didn't need to fix her. She was perfect just the way she was and-

“Tech gave me the study guide.” She explains not looking away from him. He'd gotten too caught up in his own thoughts. He flips his visor up. It would be rude not too and he can see Hunter giving him a look. He swallows his nerves and offers a half smile she’ll never see through his helmet.

“It was nothing.” He brushes it off.

I really could have used a study buddy but this really nice guy I know gave me some extra study materials and they were perfect.

All eyes are on him. Wrecker leans forward like he’s waiting for the younger clone to say something else, anything.

“Congratulations.”

He watches her wait for a few beats. She wants him to say something more and he lets her down by flipping his visor down and turning back to the letter she'd sent him.

Like a coward.

He’ll lay in his rack later, when everyone else is asleep and replay this. He’ll rewrite the script and this time he’ll be smooth and say the right things. Be the right guy. He won't make the mistake a second time. Next time he will seize the day..

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Hey Sweetheart. Let me start by saying how proud of you I am. I knew you could do it. You're ability to adapt and thrive has always amazed me. You're truly so much more than meets the eye. I've put much thought into your proposition. I also have access to a holoprojector and I would love to see you too. There's so many things I need to tell you. There are things you need to know about me. I look forward to hearing from you with bated breath.

Sincerely,

Tech-vod

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#crossed connections #the bad batch #Tech/Reader #TCW #Tech x Reader

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