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Title: Floating On Your Memories Ship: Huntech [Hunter/Tech] Rated: G Summary: The things they used to do as cadets still bring them joy today, and it's perfect. Warnings: Too sweet. Go buy floss. Word Count: 1204

For @inconocible

Long past were the days of being a cadet running through the halls from lesson to lesson, racing to the mess for meals just to see who could get there first. In those days, Crosshair would usually win. He had the depth perception and agility to weave in and out of the long necks and fellow clones with accuracy. Wrecker would always barrel through everyone standing in his way, which caused more commotion than necessary and how they usually ended up in trouble with the Kaminoans and trainers.

Sometimes, though, Hunter and Tech would race. Statistically speaking, Tech had the higher percentage chance of winning, and he usually did, but Hunter was never far behind him. Still, Tech always reminded him of that whenever the topic of speed came up.

Fast forward several years, and Hunter found himself in a similar situation as they sat outside one of their favorite bistro. Sunset was rapidly approaching and the market lights were due to kick on any minute. Tonight, like every night, was peaceful, but somehow the atmosphere felt different. Something between Hunter and Tech ignited as they watched Omega and Lyana chase a pack of moon-yo from one end of the square to the other and back.

“We used to run like that,” Hunter recalled with an amused smile.

“Yes, however, we grew up and ran from more important things than each other,” Tech countered with his own smirk as he nursed a glass of something clear and sparkling.

“Like our feelings?” Hunter’s suggestion made Tech look up from his datapad, and his smile grew when Tech softened.

“We have not run from our feelings for one another in quite some time. Having a life free from the Empire has offered us a new perspective on that aspect of our lives.” Tech spoke reverently at first, then turned a challenging eye to his husband, “and if I recall correctly, which I usually do, I still have a higher winning percentage than you.”

With a raised brow in question, Hunter took a sip of his own drink and eyed Tech suspiciously. “Think you can still keep up?”

“If you are asking if I think I can still beat you in a race, then yes, I do,” Tech replied and set his drink down empty. He stood and pocketed his datapad, waiting for Hunter expectantly.

“You mean now?” Hunter laughed as he downed the rest of his drink and threw a few credits on the table.

“Why not?” Tech sauntered away, and Hunter just knew he was being taunted. “Unless, you do not think you are up to the challenge?”

Hunter followed, and they drew a crowd around them as people lined up to watch them square off. “Down to the beach. Loser has to take Omega flying tomorrow.”

A triumphant grin spread on Hunter’s lips as Tech audibly groaned. She was getting better, but his poor nerves could only handle so much, and he was still recovering from the last rough landing a few days ago.

“Fine,” Tech agreed, though reluctantly. “I hope you are prepared to admit defeat when I inevitably defeat you.”

Smack talk. Cute. Hunter shivered and chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

The commotion caught Omega’s attention, too, and she ran to head them off, hand raised over her head. “You’re going to race? Let me count you down!”

They nodded and took their stances, toes along one of the seams of sunlight streaking across the ground and it continued its descent. A certain giddiness surfaced in the pit of Hunter’s stomach. It had been a long time since Tech had really let his guard down and simply enjoyed the vibes around them. It wasn’t so long ago that Tech was something of a recluse, keeping to himself on his datapad and getting lost in anything and everything that he found fascinating. Now, well, it was nice to see him smile without fearing it would be the last.

“On my mark!” Omega yelled as Lyana joined her at her side. “Three, two–”

Neither of them waited for one. They took off at a sprint down the cobblestone street, weaving in and out of vendors, shoppers, and residents alike. It wasn’t much of a surprise to Hunter that Tech was more than able to keep up with him, and he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from his lips as they caught one another’s eyes and ran faster.

Wind rushed through their hair as they sped towards the shoreline. A few of the townspeople leapt out of the way in surprise, but most watched on as they kept up the pace with smiles. An emotion that Hunter only started feeling more and more filled his veins. Elation.

The finish line in sight, they both cranked up the speed. As soon as the buildings disappeared from his peripheral Hunter could feel the sea salt stick to his skin and taste it in the breeze. The waves sang as they lapped up onto the sand, and their feet sank in their boots as they trudged through the grains. Their chests heaved, and Hunter made one final push to the end. Breathless, Hunter watched as Tech pulled ahead by the slightest margin, and as their feet hit the water, Hunter was forced to admit defeat.

Tech bent over with his hands resting on his knees as his breath caught up to him, but Hunter kept going, and in seconds they collided. Strong arms wrapped around Tech and hauled him off his feet, and Hunter twirled them in the water as Tech let out a loud burst of breathless, mirthful laughter. It was the kind of laughter that Hunter hadn’t heard from him in years, not since before the days their ruthless commando training began on Kamino. Of course, the years and rapid aging made the laugh deeper, but it was the same cadence, the same key in a melody that belonged solely to Tech and Tech alone.

As far as Hunter was concerned, Tech might have won the race, but he was the real winner, and his prize was hearing the sound of true happiness come from the love of his life. That was better than anything that anyone could ever offer him.

Setting Tech back on his feet, he was only slightly surprised to see Tech’s smile falter a bit as he reached his hand up. Hunter’s eyes watered, but they weren’t tears of pain or sadness. Instead, he blinked back tears of unbridled joy to be here in this moment. Pabu had given them everything he ever wanted for them after the war. It was exactly what he’d imagined in his dream of dreams, and it almost didn’t feel real, but Tech’s touch reminded him that they were here, and they were alive.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly with a slight, adorable tilt to his head.

Hunter was more than okay. He was amazing. Not even exchanging vows with Tech came close to this one snippet in time. Leaning in, Hunter sealed their lips together as the sun began its journey to the bottom of the ocean to sleep for another rotation.

“Yeah,” he whispered against his lips as they pulled apart, “I’m okay.”

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Title: Magentic Ship: Huntech [Hunter/Tech] Rated: Explicit Summary: The beat of the music at 79s thrums like the beat of Hunter's heart, and the one banging the drum is none other than the man holding his heart in the first place. They're drawn to each other like magnets in the crowd. Warnings: NSFW, Nightclub, Grinding, Dry Humping, Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Implied Crosshair/Mayday, Implied Bly/Keeli, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Cumming, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Top/Bottom Switch Dynamic, Alcohol, Drunk and Horny Word Count: 2400

For @eelfuneral

One shot. Two, three, four, fi…?

Hunter had lost count of how many tiny glasses of dune agave had slid smoothly down his throat, but it was enough to make his mind pleasantly fuzzy, and with nowhere to be tomorrow, he was going to take full advantage of the situation he found himself in. It wasn’t often that Clone Force 99 found themselves in a position to take some time off. They were special ops, used to save the skins of other battalions that were in over their heads. As luck would have it, however, they found themselves on Coruscant on a busy night where several squads have the whole night ahead of them. What better way to spend a night than forgetting about the war and getting lost in something else entirely?

He'd lost track of Wrecker and Crosshair some time ago, but he imagined they were chatting up some of the boys in sunshine gold from the 212th. Hunter himself found himself catching up with Captain Grey, but his eyes kept falling back to someone else across the bar. A lopsided grin turned his lips up as he watched his second-in-command. Tech wasn’t the type anyone would expect to be killer on the dancefloor, especially since most regs were too stiff to dance, but any way that he was able to express himself without words was easy for him, like coming into a second skin.

So, Hunter watched, and Hunter wanted. His eyes followed Tech’s hips as they hit every beat, swayed to the vibrating rhythm, rolled with the thick twi’lek accent from the bass heavy song that was booming through the speakers. It would normally bother Hunter and make his skin itch, but seven…eight…shots of dune agave was making it hard for him to feel anything but the desire to get his hands on those hips.

“Helloooo? Earth to Hunter!”

Fingers snapped in front of his face and Hunter was jolted back to the conversation. Grey smirked and laughed as he took a swig of whatever was cheap tonight.

“You’re down bad for him, vod,” Grey teased.

Hunter and Tech’s relationship wasn’t a new thing, but it wasn’t often that Hunter got to openly watch his partner let go. It was captivating.

“He makes a compelling argument,” Hunter joked in reference to the way Tech was moving to the music.

“Hard to say no when they look that good, right?” Grey followed his gaze and watched Tech as well, but Hunter nudged him with a friendly warning.

“You regs might be into sharing, but that one belongs to me.” Hunter took another shot, and now the world was blurry. He was going to have a hell of a time in the morning, but that was for Future Hunter to deal with. Present Hunter was about to go get his boy.

Grey laughed outright at that and saluted him. “Seems to me like you’re the one that belongs to him.”

The statement gave Hunter pause as he mulled it over, and yeah, he most certainly did belong to Tech. He would bend the galaxy in half if it was within his power to give Tech what he wanted, and there was nothing that he intended to change about that. Was it dangerous considering their line of work? Sure, but they all knew the risks of having a deep, intimate relationship during a seemingly endless war, and it was one they were willing to take. A sliver of something that belonged to them at the end of the day when there were times of dark hopelessness was exactly what they needed. Hunter and Tech were no exception.

“And that’s not something I’m gonna take for granted,” came Hunter’s reply finally. He slammed down his shot glass and threw a substantial number of credits on the bar next to it. “See you around, Captain.”

As Hunter clapped Grey on the shoulder he fixed his eyes on his prize – the man with the tantalizing hips and the sweet smile. He moved through the crowd like a man hypnotized, drawn in by the back and forth motion of Tech’s body as he danced to the rhythm like the beat of his own heart. One falsely confident step after another Hunter followed the trail of the scent Tech was giving off. There was a mix of his own aroma, electricity and something spicy, and a hint of something Hunter knew as arousal.

Others seemed to part for him now, sensing that he had a specific destination. Music raced through his veins like the high of spice and his boots fell in time with the bass as he crossed the dancefloor. Tech’s gaze fell on him and a thrill raced up Hunter’s spine when he was beckoned closer still with the crook of his finger.

Like a magnet they came together, Hunter’s hands latching onto Tech’s hips as Tech pressed his palms to Hunter’s chest. Hunter wouldn’t ever consider himself a dancer. It wasn’t something that spoke to him the way that it spoke to his partner, but he did consider himself fluent in Tech’s body. That was a language he knew by heart, so falling into place with him and into the synths and snares was as easy as falling into bed with him.

Instantly, Hunter was glued to him, mesmerized by the way their legs slotted together and they slid together to each rise and fall of the beat. Already Hunter was thinking about what he was going to do with this man’s body. Take him back to the Marauder and get him naked? Take him in the pilot’s seat? Spring for a hotel for the night and make him scream his name all night long? Put him against the wall right in that back corner…?

Hunter moaned as he felt Tech thread his fingers through his hair and draw him into an easy, heated kiss. A different taste of alcohol hit his taste buds as their tongues clashed teasingly, something sweet and sticky, and he wondered briefly if Tech himself would taste so delectable. He filed that away for later. For now, however, Tech was grinding on his thigh and Hunter could feel the hard line of his erection desperate for attention. Groaning low in his throat, he pulled back from their kiss and rumbled against the shell of his ear.

“How long have you been hard, baby?” He asked and slid his hands lower to dig his fingertips into the plush cheeks of Tech’s ass.

For the first time that night Hunter noticed that perhaps the flush on Tech’s cheekbones was from arousal as opposed to the dancing. More than likely it was both, but from the way Tech arched, he concluded that his arousal had started taking the forefront a while ago.

“Approximately forty-eight minutes and twenty-seven seconds,” Tech answered, “and I do not think I will make it back to the ship without some kind of relief.”

Maybe it was the haze of alcohol buzzing through his veins, or maybe Hunter’s own horny brain took over. Whatever the answer, he had a solution. In hindsight, it wasn’t ideal, but it was going to take the edge off and hopefully get them back to the ship to properly fuck. He moved and took Tech’s hand in his own. “With me.”

Tech followed without hesitation, giving his complete trust and faith in his sergeant. They passed Grey again, who gave them a knowing smirk, and Hunter caught Crosshair’s eyes from the other side of the bar. Silent communication passed between them as Crosshair nodded. He’d keep an eye on things while Hunter and Tech took care of business. He looked to be engrossed in conversation with Waxer while Wrecker, Boil, and Wooley were playing some drinking game that involved rings and hooks.

As they cut through the crowd Hunter could feel Tech on his heels, could smell the need wafting from his skin, could still taste the sweet drink from their kiss on his tongue. Everything was driving him wild in the best ways. Unceremoniously, he pushed the door to the fresher open, coming face-to-face with a few vod who seemed to have a similar idea as him. They exchanged knowing smirks, and the one with yellow tattoos on his cheeks had his partner begging for more as Hunter at least had the decency to slide into a stall, tugging Tech in with him.

“This is hardly sanitary,” Tech commented with a tipsy giggle when Hunter crowded back against the door and latched onto his neck, lips quick to make a mark into his salty skin.

“Do you want sanitary, or do you want to cum?” Hunter questioned as he rucked Tech’s shirt up his chest, not taking it off, but enough for him to run his fingers over the taut abs that were now exposed.

Tech moaned and dug his fingers back into Hunter’s hair with one hand. The other trailed pulled at Hunter’s belt, clumsily loosening it and fumbling with the button and zipper of tight jeans until finally reaching what he wanted.

“Shit, Tech!” Hunter jerked and pressed his own erection into Tech’s grasp. Desperation pushed through the pleasant alcohol haze and he mimicked Tech’s motions, pulling him free to get both hands on him. His lips curled upwards as he chuckled into his neck. “You have been hard for a while. Surprised you haven’t leaked all over your pants yet with how damp your cock is for me.”

Whatever retort had been on Tech’s tongue died with the moan that rang from his throat as Hunter pumped him steadily, smearing the gathered fluid over his shaft. He arched and gasped into every tiny movement, clearly oversensitive. Hunter understood. This was going to be quick, and that was fine with him. As long as it took off the edge they could make it wherever Tech wanted to go. He’d do anything, go anywhere, give him the galaxy…

“Gonna kriff you so hard when we get to the Marauder,” Hunter purred and sucked another mark into Tech’s neck.

A soft, confident chuckle vibrated against his ear, and Hunter shivered as the hand Tech had in his hair pulled, tugging him from his neck before he gripped his chin. “You are so very sure that you are going to be the one in a position of dominance tonight.”

Hunter gasped, and Tech took the opportunity to press the pad of his thumb against his tongue. Instinctively, Hunter closed his lips around the digit and sucked. Saliva coated Tech’s thumb as Hunter treated it as he would his cock with lewd, messy slurping.

“Perhaps,” Tech continued, “I will be the one in charge. I could bend you over the console, bounce you on my cock, or you could ride me in the pilot seat for anyone passing by to see.”

The mental images that Tech was painting had Hunter purring around his thumb. Yes, he wanted that, all of it, whatever Tech wanted as long as they were together.

“You would be so good for me, would you not?” Tech hummed.

A loud, needy moan fell from Hunter’s lips then as Tech twisted his wrist and jerked his cock faster. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be so good for you, Ace.”

Another chuckle tacked onto a moan before Tech claimed Hunter’s kiss-swollen lips. “I know you will. You are always such a good boy for me.”

“Teeeeccchhh!” Hunter whined and fucked into Tech’s tightened hand. “Kriff, I need you.”

“Soon,” Tech promised into another kiss. “Cum with me, Hunter. I am close.”

Hunter nodded and panted against Tech’s lips as he worked both of his hands up and down Tech’s length, feeling him draw and and go rigid the closer to the edge he got. On the other side of the door, Hunter could make out the sound of the other two clones they had barged in on coming undone for one another as presumably the one with yellow tattoos finishes inside of his vod, skin halting on skin.

“H-Hunter…!” Tech cried out as cum splashed between them. His jaw dropped and his thighs quivered as he chased his orgasm. Within seconds, Hunter followed, Tech’s name dancing on his tongue the same way this man had managed to dance his way into his heart. They held fast to one another as their highs washed over them. The bass from the music on the other side of the wall pounded like the beating of their hearts, syncopated.

After a few moments, they hear the other two vods clean up and leave, and Hunter shakily reaches for a towel to wipe the splatter from the clothes. There was no way they would be able to really hide what they had been up to, but that was fine with him. Let their clothes advertise what they were leaving to do after this. Hunter was happy to display that Tech was the one that got him so worked up to cum all over himself.

“Alright?” Tech asked, combing his clean hand through Hunter’s hair.

“I’m good,” Hunter chuckled, and he leaned heavily into Tech’s chest. They jumped when the fresher door opened again and another pair of drunk vod came in with again the same idea as them. Hunter was beginning to realize that his brilliant idea was just standard for the Regs. Go figure.

“Shall we head back? We should probably clear the stall so others can…” As Tech trailed off the heard one of the other clones moan, and it was distinctly a voice they both recognized. Quietly, Hunter opened the stall door and peeked, and he immediately closed it again.

“Is that Crosshair?” Tech questioned incredulously. Crosshair had been known to hookup with others from time to time, but almost never with a Reg.

“Looks like Commander Mayday,” Hunter replied as he zipped himself back up and got Tech straightened up. “Let’s get going before we hear more than we intend to.”

“Agreed.” Tech took Hunter’s hand in his own and led him this time, through the bathroom door and just fast enough that they only saw what looked to be Crosshair on his knees. As they tumbled out of the fresher they laughed as they fell into one another. “Let us go back to the ship. I believe I owe you a ride.”

Hunter couldn’t be more happy to follow orders.

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Title: I'll Paint You A Portrait Ship: Crosstech [ Crosshair/Tech] Rated: T Summary: Escape from Hemlock cost them dearly, but maybe the price Tech paid was worth it. Warnings: Implied blindness, implied nudity

For @inconocible

Dawnlight seeped through the crack in the curtains, and the soft sound of the water lapping on the shore of the island greeted Tech’s ears. He blinked his eyes against the light, though he could see nothing else. Shadows danced where light hadn’t reached, and the only sign that he was still in bed was the warm, thin body that was beside him breathing steadily. Sighing, Tech stretched and rolled onto his back.

“Where are you going?” The body beside him drawled and slung an arm over his waist to keep him from moving further away.

“I am not going anywhere, Crosshair,” Tech hummed. “I thought you were still asleep.”

“Hn. You were wrong,” Crosshair chided and scooted himself closer to Tech’s warmth. Crosshair’s body had always run cold, but it seemed that after the events that had occurred in the lab he could never keep warm. Feeling a touch guilty, Tech rolled back towards Crosshair and came nose to nose with him. Their breaths mingled and quickly Tech found himself in a sweet, lazy kiss.

This was nice, he thought. Tech appreciated the familiarity that being pressed along Crosshair’s front offered him. It took the edge off of what was otherwise a very cold and unwelcoming feeling. Only able to see light and shadow through his whole world off-balance, and it was taking longer than he would have liked to become adjusted to this new way of life. However, it was life, and it was certainly better than the alternative.

Crosshair leaned back slowly and Tech felt fingertips graze the buzz where a raised scar lay jagged in his skin. The touch was reverent, and Tech could imagine the sad look in his lover’s eyes.

“Do not feel sorry for me,” Tech scoffed, though unintentionally. He was not a fan of feeling pitied. “I will adjust.”

“I know.” Crosshair frowned, Tech could tell by the low pitch in his voice. “I wish you could see us right now.”

Tech quirked a curious brow. “Oh? Is it different than how we usually are?”

The air between them fell silent for a moment before Crosshair shifted, bringing Tech with him. Soon enough, Crosshair was propped against the headboard of their shared bed, and Tech was held to his chest. It was close enough that Tech could feel Crosshair’s heartbeat. The steady, methodic rhythm was cathartic, and Tech relaxed.

“We are lying in bed like lovers from those cheesy romance holos,” Crosshair began. Despite his usual aloof demeanor, his tone was light, airy, even. “There’s dust floating in the cracks of sunlight through the window, and there is a calm stillness to the morning. It’s…peaceful. We are tangled in clean, crisp sheets, and naked limbs, and we have nowhere to be.”

Tech hung on every word as though Crosshair were building him their own place in the galaxy and placing each star in the sky one by one. A sweet flush painted his cheeks, and he felt heat rise in Crosshair’s too. He probably looked stunning in a rosy blush. If only he could see it.

“That…sounds perfect.” Tech’s voice was heavy, but he didn’t cry, only held Crosshair a little tighter. His stomach fluttered and chest squeezed when Crosshair kissed the scarring on his eyes.

“…It is.”

They had nowhere to be, but Tech didn’t want to be anywhere than right where he was, in a galaxy painted just for him and Crosshair.

“We can stay here,” Crosshair offered, and Tech knew he meant in bed. After all, there was no other logical answer, but there was a small, almost childish part of him that wanted to stay in this moment, freeze it in time and keep it all to himself. He knew it was impossible and downright defied any and all sense of logic, but he hoped that was how Crosshair meant it.

“I think I would enjoy that.”

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Title: Chaser of Stars Ship: Techo [Tech/Echo] Rated: T Summary: Alternate Storyline of the Anaxes Arch. Tech doesn't take the news of Echo's death at the Citadel well, but when the opportunity comes to rescue him, he feels guilty for ever having doubted he was still alive. Warnings: Guilt, Survivor's Guilt, Angst, Happy Ending, Canon Divergence, Crosshair Is Still A Prick. Word Count: 1462

For the Techo Anon that keeps breaking my heart.

It’s been exactly seven hundred twenty seven rotations since comm chatter relayed the words that Tech had nightmares of.

“Echo, no! Wait! ECHO!”

“Leave him! We have to move! Fives!”

Reports would later confirm that CT-1409, nicknamed Echo, was lost to the mission of the Citadel rescuing Jedi General Even Piell. At first, logic kicked in. There had always been the chance that every time he and Echo met it would be the last time. They were soldiers of the Galactic Republic. These sorts of things happened, and sacrifices made.

Thinking along those lines, that logic was what Tech had hidden behind for weeks before he remembered he had asked for leave that he no longer needed. There was no Echo to fly to Coruscant to see. There was no Echo to hold him, tell him how special and important and brilliant he was, kiss him and lay him down to make love to him. Why did he need the time off if there was no one to see?

Despite Hunter’s suggestion at taking a few days to collect himself, Tech had reassured him that he would not be a detriment to the team, and he wasn’t. He was the same as he’d always been up until now. There was no need to take a break, he thought.

He didn’t take a break, but for the first time since getting the news about Echo’s death, Tech cried himself to sleep and slept through an entire day. His squad promised that it wasn’t an issue, but Tech prided himself on being needed. If they didn’t need him to be awake, alert, and functional, then what good was he?

That was how he spent the last two years, throwing himself into everything tenfold, burying himself in work, researching, learning anything and everything that he could absorb that would help win the war so that no more brothers, or in his case, lovers, could be lost.

Until Hunter had received a message from Commander Cody himself needing some help on a mission on Anaxes, Tech was fine to live by that. He would figure out what came later if he ever solved the galaxy’s problems, but that was for a different time. For now, there was a mission to focus on. It seemed simple enough. Recon, mostly, because the famed 501st and 212th were struggling. Cody told Hunter it was as though they knew every step they took, and they needed some thinking outside of the box.

Luckily, that was their speciality.

It was a shame that Commander Cody didn’t get to partake in much of the mission. Tech rather enjoyed the previous times he’d worked with the Marshal Commander. Anyone that was willing to roundhouse kick a droid in the chest was a good man. Words to live by, in his humble opinion. However, that left Captain Rex in charge, and Tech even though he seemed a bit stiff initially, he couldn’t hold it against him. Captain Rex had lost many soldiers recently, and good ones at that. Many of his elites in Torrent Company were gone, Fives, Tup, Dogma, Hardcase, and…

Tech swallowed thickly, remembering that Rex had been Echo’s Captain at the time of the Citadel mission. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. The cyber center was just ahead, and he had work to do as soon as they entered.

“CT-1409.”

When the mechanical voice spoke to him, Tech almost dropped to his knees. His mind reeled and raced, but there was no time to further question him to get the answers he needed. They had to make their escape, and now that they had the data that they needed, they could make a new plan.

“Echo…he’s alive.”

Rex said it, and Tech nodded as they sped back to the base.

“He talked about you a lot, you know.”

Tech looked up and smiled sadly. He hadn’t known that. He didn’t think he was anyone to brag about to anyone.

“Echo…cared about you. If there’s anything–”

“There is nothing,” Tech said too quickly, but Rex seemed to understand. They left it at that.

Skako MInor was about as inviting as Tech had expected it would be, being a neutral territory. Truthfully, he was thankful that his ability to speak a number of different languages had at least gotten them access to the city where the Techno Union stronghold was, but his mind was racing otherwise. Echo was alive, or at least that was what they’d been led to believe. Hunter was skeptical, and Tech had no problem reeling back and punching Crosshair square in the face when he suggested leaving him like Rex had at the Citadel.

“Whoa! Easy, Tech!” Wrecker had picked him up, but he still squirmed and kicked his legs.

“Put me down! I will–”

“Everyone calm down!” General Skywalker ordered, which was for the best. Tech wasn’t sure he’d have listened to anyone else at that moment. Not even Hunter.

They fought their way into the base and into the room where Echo’s signal was transmitting from. Tech’s chest ached with how fast his heart was racing as he plugged in his datapad and got to work. His fingers flew over the buttons and switches until it was safe to open the compartment.

Tech had prepared himself for a lot of things. This was not one of them. His racing heart came to a screeching halt and his eyes welled with tears for the first time since he’d cried himself to sleep over two years ago. “...Echo?”

Echo’s eyes moved, but not of their own accord. He was still being accessed and used like a machine, which made sense with the amount of mechanical ports and cords hanging out of him. Waves and waves of emotions flooded his system, but he had work to do.

“Help me get him down! We need to unplug him!” Tech ordered. He didn’t care that Rex was over him, he was going to get the help he needed to rescue Echo if he had to demand it of General Skywalker. As he set to work, tears pooled into his goggles and dripped down his cheeks in slow trails. Obviously there were differences. For one, being frozen in cryosleep for so long had sucked the color from him. His head was shaved, or more likely, the hair follicles were destroyed.

What struck Tech the most was exactly how much of Echo’s body had been replaced by mechanical parts: both legs, half of his right arm, and most of his torso. There were ports where his ears used to be, and his spine was fused together by metal plates and wires. To be honest, it was a lot to take in, but Tech kept working. WOrking out the logistics could come later. Right now, he needed to focus on freeing Echo from the Techno Union’s control.

Finally all that was left was unplugging the wires in his back. Rex helped him disconnect the ports and they hissed, making Echo jerk in pain and groan.

“I am sorry, Echo. Just a few more,” Tech soothed.

Echo nodded. Good, he was becoming more aware. That was a good sign.

When they pulled the last port Echo slumped back to the ground with a loud cry. Before he could hit the ground Tech had him in his arms, holding him close to his chest and rocking. Slowly, a cold, flesh hand settled on the back of his bucket and tore it off.

“...Tech?” Echo’s voice was raspy from being unused, but it still made Tech’s spine stiffen and his stomach flutter as tears kept pouring down his cheeks.

“You are alive,” Tech stated the obvious as he cupped Echo’s cheeks in his hands. “I looked for you. I looked everywhere for you!”

Guilt and fear rose in Tech’s throat, and he coughed harshly. He’d spent years searching, but never found any leads. He’d had suspicions. There was no body, but oftentimes bodies didn’t turn up. That was just how it was, but Tech had held out hope, no matter how pointless it seemed.

“Hey, I’m right here,” Echo soothed as though Tech had been the one that needed rescuing, like the stars themselves were touching his skin and it burned in the absolute best way. “No more tears.”

Sniffing hard, Tech nodded and moved his goggles to wipe his eyes. There was so much to say, but time was of the essence. He could say it later, he hoped.

“I…” He tried, but trailed off when Echo kissed his cheek, cutting off any other trains of thought.

“You can tell me everything once we get out of here,” Echo promised, and Tech believed him.

Echo was alive, and Tech was never letting him out of his sight again.

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #techo #tbb echo #tbb tech #clone shipping #clone/clone #cloneshipping #sergeantgoggles writing weekends #sgww prompt 7 week 2

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Title: I've Never Heard Silence Quite This Loud Ship: CrossTech [Crosshair/Tech] Rating: M Summary: Crosshair finds out that he's not alone in this lab anymore, and he falls right into Hemlock's trap. Warnings: Minor description of severe eye injury, claustrophobia or fear of being restrained, they don't know that Hemlock already has Omega.

For @eriexplosion

This wasn’t the first time Crosshair had made a daring escape.

And by “escape,” he meant getting away long enough to gather some clues about where he was and what they were doing here, you know, other than keeping clones in protected cells and torturing them.

However, this was the first time that he had managed to make it to another part of the lab. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. It was too easy, he thought. He was meant to find something here so they could lord it over his head as a bargaining chip. Crosshair was tired, but he would never sell out his squad. How could he when they had been right all along? He owed them that much, and if it cost him his life in the end, it was worth it. As long as they were safe and kept Omega as far away from the Empire as possible. As long as…

Crosshair felt his stomach lurch when he saw the body laid out on the examination table. He didn’t want to believe it, but the truth was undeniably in front of him. Cautiously, he moved toward the table and felt hot tears prick his eyes. Auburn hair, handsome face now covered in scars…

“Tech,” Crosshair whispered and shook his shoulder, “Tech, wake up.”

Tech stirred, but barely, and when he opened his eyes an agonizing scream tore through the room before he squeezed them tightly shut. Crosshair didn’t get to see much before they were shut again, but something was definitely wrong. His eyes weren’t the same golden brown that they usually were, and blood trickled like tears down the corners of his eyes.

“Okay, okay, hang on,” Crosshair soothed and ran a comforting hand through his hair. “I’m going to get you out of here.” Looking around, there wasn’t much he knew he could do. Unstrap Tech from the bed, sure, but then what? He needed a plan, and without a blaster he was a sitting duck with another sitting duck.

“It is about time I found you.”

“C-Crosshair?” Tech whined, and Crosshair frowned as he wiped the blood from Tech’s face. “Is that you?”

“It’s me,” Crosshair confirmed, and Tech gave a wet laugh.

Crosshair couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. He supposed he could let Tech have this one given the circumstances. He placed a small kiss on his forehead.

“You found me,” he confirmed, “but we can’t stay here. Do you know where we are?”

Tech frowned. “I..was hoping that you would be able to tell me.”

Well, that complicated things.

Crosshair had a million questions, but they would have to wait. They needed to get out of here, they needed–

“I see you have found him. Excellent work, Crosshair,” Royce Hemlock complimented as he entered the lab. “I was hoping that you would be able to sniff him out, but I didn’t think you would take the bait so quickly. You must care for him a great deal, even though he abandoned you.”

Tech winced and cowered on the table as much as he could as Crosshair snarled at Hemlock. “What did you do to him?”

“What did I do?” Hemlock mocked. “I fixed him. He was a defect, like yourself, and we have slowly begun the process of making him useful again.”

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!” Crosshair hollered. Fear and desperation were taking hold, even though he knew that was exactly what Hemlock wanted from him. “HE’S NOT YOURS TO TOUCH!”

“But…he is yours, isn’t he? Tech is…special to you…different from your other brothers?” Hemlock moved closer, and Crosshair bodily blocked Tech from his view. “I always had a suspicion that clones would form sexual bonds, maybe even fall in love, but with each other…that is fascinating, if not on the side of disgusting.”

Crosshair felt sick. How much did Hemlock know? How did he know that Tech was his special someone? Had he accidentally said something while being tortured by that droid in Emerie’s care?

Hemlock chuckled. “Don’t worry. I will give you the chance to save him. I’ll sweeten the deal for you. I will let you both go with a clean slate, no strings attached. According to the records, the two of you will be dead without any trace. You can live together, settle down, grow as old as your half lives will let you, and you will never have to run from anyone again.”

Crosshair stiffened even as Tech blindly reached for his hand and squeezed. Save Tech, every bone in his body screamed to save Tech, but at what cost? They couldn’t get Omega. Tech would never forgive him if he sold them out now, but…

“In exchange for what?”

“Oh, you know the answer to that.”

Crosshair looked as though he were physically being torn apart from the inside. He had to save Tech. There was no question about it. Right? But what if Hemlock was bluffing. He had before. This wasn’t the first time that the mad doctor had tried to negotiate terms with him, and he seemed always willing to sweeten the deal…

So maybe he wasn’t bluffing this time. Was that a risk he was willing to take?

Taking a long, shuddering breath, Crosshair steeled himself as he blindly reached for Tech’s hand and squeezed. This was going to hurt.

“C-Crossh– don’t–”

Crosshair pinched his eyes closed and forced the tears back. He had to do this. He had to, he had to, it was the only way.

“Sorry, Tech.”

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #crosstech #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #clone shipping #clone/clone #cloneshipping #sergeantgoggles writing weekends #sgww prompt 6 week 1

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Title: Riot Rac(e)y Ship: Huntech [Hunter/Tech] Rated: M Summary: Hunter knew Tech could take control, but he didn't think it would look so good. Warnings: Mild NSFW, implied handjob, implied throat fucking, implied fingering, implied anal

For @eelfuneral

Heat rose up Hunter’s neck as he watched the holo of Tech weaving and speeding around the track for what had to be upwards of the tenth time. When he’d first heard that the other half of his squad was going out of their way to keep a high profile while he and Echo were running errands meant for teenagers, he’d been a little more than annoyed. Now, after watching the race for another time, he found himself swallowing thickly and pulling at the collar of his undershirt to cool off.

He’d always known, but seeing Tech in complete control, dominating the opposition and being smug as all hell about his victory got him bothered in a way that had nothing to do with laying low or staying off of the Empire’s radar. As he slumped in his seat, a quiet moan slipped from his lips, and he subconsciously palmed over his groin. He had to be careful. There was always a chance that Omega would be lurking around a corner. She was stealthy like that, and it had nearly landed him in hot water more than once.

Biting back another sound, he sat up. He’d take care of this later. For now, he turned off the holo as Tech saluted the crowd for the twelfth time.

[That evening]

Hunter couldn’t get the images out of his head. More specifically, he couldn’t push aside the racy thoughts that accompanied them.

Tech backing him against the bulkhead of the ship and stroking him.

Tech pulling his hair and slowly fucking his throat.

Tech bouncing him on his cock and telling him how good he is.

Tech.

“Hunter?”

The Sergeant jumped, and he immediately flushed a dark shade of pink when he realized he’d spaced out in his fantasies. Tech’s hand on his shoulder burned in a way that had him stifling a moan in behind the back of his hand. In that moment, Hunter was thankful that they seemed to be the only people in the immediate vicinity.

Sweet, brown eyes studied him, and the way Tech smirked told Hunter that he’d been caught, and he was expecting a full briefing. Hunter groaned as Tech scanned around them and guided him to sit in front of the console.

“The others are not expected back for some time,” Tech informed as he leaned over Hunter and tipped his chin up to meet his gaze. “Why don’t you tell me what has you so worked up?”

Hunter leaned up to capture Tech’s lips with his own, but Tech backed away ever so slightly with a wicked little grin. Fucking tease.

“Your riot race,” Hunter admitted. “You looked so good, Tech. You might have a future in racing.”

Tech chuckled and brushed a gloved thumb over the jut of his bottom lip. “Would you like that? I could race for a living, and we could find somewhere quiet to settle down. You could be my trophy husband and never have to lift a finger again.”

Whether or not Tech was joking was irrelevant, because yes, Hunter would like that very much. He would love to do nothing but spend the rest of his life being Tech’s arm candy if that was what got them by. Hunter was such a sucker for this man.

“I just like when you take charge,” Hunter countered. He felt the tiniest bit shy saying it, but it was the truth, and power looked so good on Tech.

Giving in, Tech leaned in and kissed him thoroughly, allowing their tongues to dance as he drew out moan after needy moan from his sergeant. When they parted, Tech whispered low in his ear, “Tell me more while I open you up on my fingers.”

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #tbb hunter #tbb tech #huntech #clone shipping #clone/clone #cloneshipping #sergeantgoggles writing weekends #sgww prompt 5 week 1

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Title: Poorly Calculated Ship: Techo [Tech/Echo] Rated: T Summary: Tech and Echo learn the hard way that some things are better left screaming at the top of their lungs. Warnings: Uhh...Ghosts. Implied previous Echo/Fives.

For @clonecest-writer

Feet kicked up on the console, Tech plucked away at his datapad, scouring for how things had gone so horribly wrong. The calculations weren’t adding up, and it was quickly driving him to the point of mania. No, he had to be calm. Becoming overemotional about this would only increase the chance for errors. He took a steady breath and kept at it.

Beside him, Echo looked sad. A deep form tugged at his handsome face and his eyes shined with unshed tears as he stared out the window and into the space port blankly. Tech wanted to ask him what was troubling him, but he’d never been the greatest at comforting others, especially Echo, who felt everything deeply and full of passion.

Their ways of thinking were vastly different, but it hadn’t stopped Tech from admiring him to the point of infatuation. Those feelings eventually became deeper, but he never tried to express them. He didn’t know how. Besides, he often had a feeling that he was competing with the ghost of his old partner and fellow ARC Trooper CT-27-5555, or rather, Fives.

After a few more beats of silence, Tech set the datapad aside and leaned his elbows on his knees as he turned in the pilot seat to face Echo. His head lulled to the side to meet his eyes, but it was as though he saw through him. Tech was familiar with the look. He often got that look after a mission gone wrong, after losing another brother.

Tech spared another look at his datapad as it continued to run an analysis of the mission on Eriadu before he braved conversation. “You are troubled. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Echo shook his head and sniffed quietly before turning his gaze back out to the space port. “I should have told you when I had the chance to.”

A quizzical look furrowed Tech’s brow. “I am here now, and the others are not currently on board the ship. If there is something that you wish to discuss, I should think that now is an optimal time.”

Shifting in his seat, Echo scoffed to himself. “How was I supposed to blurt out that I was falling for you? You’re way out of my league.”

Tech’s cheeks heated and his eyes went wide. “I…was not aware that you felt that way. I am flattered that you hold me in such a high regard.”

Silence fell between them, and Tech wondered if Echo was getting cold feet. Perhaps, Tech thought, he should be the one to make a move. He stood from his seat and took the few paces to Echo, leaning over him and hesitantly cupping his cheek. Echo’s eyes widened, then squeezed shut as he shed the tears that welled in his beautiful eyes.

“If you are amenable, I would like to…that is, I—”

The datapad beeped, signaling the completion of the analysis.

“Mission analysis has been completed. CT-9902 fell from the car over the summit. Survival rate based on terminal velocity and height: 0.004%.”

Tech froze. Oh.

His stomach sank and he frowned, even as he began absently stroking Echo’s cheek. That complicated things significantly.

Still, Echo seemed to react to his touch, even if he really couldn’t see him. Taking that into account, Tech leaned over and brushed his lips over Echo’s fleetingly, and he sighed when he swore Echo was kissing him in kind.

“I suppose,” Tech whispered as he pulled away, “that it is I who should have said something sooner, Echo. I am sorry.”

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #tbb tech #tbb echo #clone shipping #clone/clone #cloneshipping #sergeantgoggles writing weekends #sgww prompt 4 week 1

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Title: Morning Caf Ship: Hunetch [Hunter/Tech] Rated: T Summary: Routines are sort of important to Tech, and this one has definitely become one that he can't start his day without. Warnings: Fluff and mentions of sex.

For @black-raine

Every morning it’s the same routine.

Tech is the first awake of the two of them. He stretches, climbs over Hunter in the shared bunk, and pads out into the galley to start caff for the ship. About fifteen minutes later, just like clockwork, Hunter’s arms slide around his waist and his chin, usually rough with stubble, scrapes his shoulder as he leans around for a kiss.

“Morning, handsome,” Hunter drawls and buries his face in Tech’s neck. With a sharp inhale, Hunter breathes him in, a mix of morning and sex from the night before and hints of caf and honey. Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you that it’s Hunter’s favorite scent in the galaxy. He can’t start his day without it.

Despite Tech rolling his eyes, he leans into Hunter’s broad chest, soaking in the quiet hum of the Marauder before the others wake. Caf in hand, he closes his eyes with a small smile.

“Were you able to get an adequate amount of sleep?” He asks, and his voice is still rough from a good night’s rest. The scratch of Hunter’s stubble shifts as lips tenderly kiss his neck and then trail up his jaw, finally stopping at his cheek. Strong arms tighten around him. It is almost too much stimulation this early in the morning, but Tech tolerates it. After all, it has become so ingrained in their lives that not spending a morning with no mission without this feels wrong.

“Enough to get by,” Hunter answers with a hum. It’s then that Hunter will always reach for the second mug that Tech has set out, already filled with brew and just enough cream to make the liquid not black. “Have I told you that you’re the best?”

“Not today,” Tech smirks, “but I do so enjoy the reminder.”

Hunter chuckles and reaches for his caf, leaving one hand on Tech’s hip. “Well, then I guess I owe you, don’t I?”

He says nothing as he turns Tech and crowds him against the counter. Their noses brush and they share a sleepy smile before they press their lips together, chaste and innocent. “You’re the best, Tech. Love you.”

The words never failed to make Tech’s heart skip a beat. With all the research he’s done, Tech hasn’t been able to find a reason for it other than its Hunter, which isn’t a logical explanation at all, but it makes his lips curl upward into a soft smile and his stomach flutter.

“I love you, too,” he replies automatically, but he doesn’t mean it any less.

Hunter drops his hand to give his ass a playful squeeze, making Tech squeak. That…isn’t usually part of the routine, but it successfully makes him flush and playfully smack Hunter’s arm.

“Do not tease me,” Tech threatens.

“Or what?” Hunter challenges as he does it again. And again, Tech reaches to take a job at him, but he’s too slow this time, and Hunter steps out of the way with a smirk. “I’ll be at the console. Come see me when you figure it out and I might make it up to you.”

Tech rolls his eyes, and he watches Hunter’s retreating back, but he looks into his caf with a smile that is unguarded and warm. He’ll think of something eventually. For now, he’s content to continue the routine of setting out three more mugs and then making his way to sit at the small table to pick through info on his datapad.

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #tbb hunter #tbb tech #huntech #clone shipping #clone/clone #cloneshipping #sergeantgoggles writing weekends #sgww prompt 7 week 1

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Huntech Headcanon 001:

The Kaminoans made Hunter to be a leader with his heightened senses, but he needed someone who could get him information when he needed it, someone to be the tactics.

Thus, they created Tech, the other complete half of a whole trooper. Together, they could accomplish anything.

No one counted on them falling in love with the other. Oops.

#huntech #just hunter and tech doing hunter and tech things #tbb #antis block and dni thnx #huntech headcanons

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With season 3 confirmed the final season, I am comforting myself with ignoring canon.

A soft Huntech on Pabu thought:

Going down to the beach to watch the sunrise in the sand, bare feet in the water, Hunter's arms wrapped tightly around Tech. He's thankful for another day like this, to have him so close and so unguarded and free. Omega swipes Tech's datapad and takes a photo of them as the sun starts cresting over the water. They have it framed on a table in their house.

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #hunter tbb #tbb tech #huntech #clone shipping #clone/clone #cloneshipping

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Title: Tools of a Relationship Ship: Techo [Tech/Echo] Rated: T Summary: Echo stayed on Coruscant and left Tech to figure out how to pick up the pieces of a broken heart by himself. Warnings: More Machine meets flesh mentions and blood. Word Count: 1084

For Hurt/Comfort Anon // Hopefully I did it justice!

“I told you to be more careful,” Tech snapped quietly. “You have not been keeping up with the maintenance of your mechanical parts the way you should be which is why this happened in the first place.”

Echo sneered as Tech worked meticulously. All sorts of tools from screwdrivers and wrenches to pliers and a tiny hammer were laid out on the console. Next to it was a first aid kit that Tech had already dug into, as evidence by the empty hypo shot amongst the tools.

If he were being honest, he should have known that Tech would be upset. He had every right to be. When they left him on Coruscant to work with Rex, Tech hadn’t been thrilled with the idea, but like everything else, he didn’t give much input. He simply went with the flow of things, and it wasn’t like Echo had expected some big send-off. A kiss, maybe, since they had taken their relationship to that level, but even after all their time together, Tech was still as guarded as ever.

Now, sitting in the Marauder while sorting through the files he was able to pull from the Imperial transport ship, he could see that Tech felt more deeply about it than he’d let on. At least, that was the impression Echo was getting from the rather cool attitude he was being so generously graced with.

“Haven’t had the time to keep up with it,” Echo finally replied coolly. “Been doing my part in the rebellion.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Tech countered with just as much chill in his tone. “These brackets have dried blood in them. It is no wonder Wrecker was able to jostle it so easily and tear more skin.”

Echo at least had the decency to be sheepish about that. It’s true that he hadn’t been taking care of his parts the way he should have been, partly because it was hard for him to do alone and he didn’t want to ask Rex to help him with it, but also because it was something that had always been intimate between him and Tech. Many nights had been spent in this exact position of comfortable silence or quiet music playing from the console. Sometimes they would chat, other times Tech would touch him so tenderly he could cry.

“Sorry,” Echo apologized, and he was. He should have been keeping up with it so he didn’t make the already shitty situation worse. Now Tech was left cleaning up ripped skin and blood figuring out how to reattach his scomp without reopening the wounds.

Tech gave a non-committal hum. “You will have to be more specific than that if you are expecting forgiveness. I am not feeling particularly generous at the moment, so choose wisely.”

A strong pang of guilt struck Echo’s chest and he stared at the floor, sort of wishing he could disappear through it. “Are you really that upset that I left?”

“Of course,” Tech replied without missing a beat, as though this was any other conversation. “There was not any prior discussion before you divulged that you were staying with Rex, and I might be mistaken, but when in an exclusive, intimate relationship, you are supposed to discuss matters together and not take it upon yourself to make potentially life-changing decisions.”

There was an odd look on Tech’s face then, as though he were warring with himself. Echo took advantage of them being alone in the Marauder to question him further. “I didn’t think you felt that strongly about it.”

That gave Tech pause. At first, he glared at Echo, but then turned his gaze back to the work in his hands cleaning the blood from the ports while the bacta healed up the rips in Echo’s arm. It was a long moment before Tech finally put the tools down heavily on the console and screwed his face with emotion.

“I have told you before that I am unused to outwardly emoting my feelings. I am unsure of how to properly convey those sorts of emotions, but I have always tried.” As Tech explained, Echo listened, and the more he listened, the more he felt his stomach drop. “I had considered several reasons that you left, many of them centering around simply not being good enough at being in a relationship, but I suppose I had tricked myself into thinking that you understood me better than that. In the end, I guess I was wrong.”

…Well, then.

Echo lifted his flesh arm and cupped Tech’s cheek, slightly surprised that he leaned into the touch instead of jolting away. He figured it was a welcome touch, or at least gentle enough that he didn’t find it intrusive. Leaning forward, Echo closed the gap between them and pressed their lips together. Tech hesitated, but eventually he did reciprocate, and Echo melted. If anything could be said about Tech, it was that he was a quick study, and he’d come a long way from their first kiss ages ago to now.

When they parted, Echo kept him close. “I’m sorry that I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I care about you a lot, and I should have discussed my intentions to stay with Rex and help his instead of telling you I was doing it. I was wrong…even if I know that what I’m doing is the right thing to do.”

Tech sighed and fiddled with his fingers in his lap. “I never disagreed that it was the right course of action for you. You had been repeatedly vocal about wanting to fight against the Empire, I simply wished you would have talked to me about it. I would have understood, I still do, but pretending that I am not upset with you and that I do not miss you has been challenging.”

Echo’s heart skipped a beat, and he smiled a little. “You missed me?”

“…Of course, I did,” Tech confessed as a sweet, rosy blush dusted his cheeks. “I also care greatly for you. It is only natural that I—”

Another, more forceful kiss cuts him off, but Echo feels Tech smirk against his lips.

“So…am I forgiven?” Echo asked cheekily as he sat back again.

Tech rolled his eyes and picked up Echo’s scomp from the console, setting to work on it once again. “Ask me again when I am finished cleaning and putting you back together.”

Smiling at the ease of tension between them, Echo nodded. “Sure thing.”

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #tbb tech #tbb echo #techo #clone shipping #clone/clone #cloneshipping #sergeantgoggles writing weekend #sgww prompt 3 week 2

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Title: Somnus Memoria Ship: Recho [Rex/Echo] Rated: T Summary: Echo yearns for what used to be between him and Rex, but doesn't realize he only needs to ask and it's his. Warnings: None, unless you count Echo being more machine than man, percentage wise anyway. Word Count: 1002

For @blirzy

“Trouble sleeping?”

Echo rolled onto his side to face the man next to him. His limbs, or what was left of them, felt heavy, as though the weight of the galaxy was resting on his shoulders. He inwardly laughed at the thought, because it had been not that long ago, and he had failed to protect it and let it fall into the hands of the Empire. Heaving a sigh, he frowned as his tired eyes met Rex’s.

“A little. Guess I got used to the sounds of the ship cruising through hyperspace,” he admitted.

Rex hummed in understanding. “I get it. You get so used to something that it’s just ingrained in you. Any change of scenery can be jarring.”

Silence fell between them again, and Echo hated that it felt awkward. Things hadn’t been like this since before they’d shared their first kiss in the fresher and Echo stayed on Kamino for ARC Trooper training. Longing ached in his chest, and more than anything he just wanted to know if things had changed. Did Rex still dream of his kisses, yearn for his touch on his skin? Was there anything left of the passion they’d once shared after long campaigns, any love left over from the quiet nights they made love under the stars the flew by?

Echo’s fingers twitched, uncertainty warming his face. Rex was right here. He only needed to ask, but would that make things weird? So much had changed, HE had changed. He wasn’t even a full man anymore thanks to the experiments that the Techno Union put him through. He frowned and furrowed his brows in thought.

“What’s wrong?” Rex asked him quietly, and Echo barely resisted the soft gasp that breathed past his lips when Rex trailed his knuckles tenderly over his cheek. “You look like you’re trying to solve all of the problems in the galaxy behind your eyes.”

A flush continued to darken Echo’s cheeks and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted nothing more than to love Rex again and return to the way things were during the war. A dark, inward laugh caught him off-guard. Wishing for war seemed counterproductive, but that time was easier and had less uncertainty. At least he knew who he was then. Now there was just a husk in his pace. How could Rex fall back in love with him when he was hardly himself anymore?

He didn’t realize he’d started crying until Rex was gently wiping the tears from his eyes. His lip wobbled, and Rex was understanding as he brought Echo closer, wrapping him in a secure embrace. Echo’s breath hitched as the tears came on their own now, and damned himself for letting this get to him.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Rex soothed and cradled him close. He didn’t care that Echo was crying on his bare chest, just that he was crying in the first place. “I’ve got you, cyare.”

Cyare. It’d been so long since Rex had called him that, and his heart skipped a beat as he clung tighter to Rex, wishing he could hold him properly again, wishing he didn’t have this damned scomp attached to him.

“I keep thinking about us,” Echo whispered, “the way we used to be.”

Rex nodded, and Echo melted when he felt lips press to the top of his head. “And?”

“…and I want it back. I missed you, Rex.” The admission rang loud and clear despite being muffled against taut skin, and Echo felt his chin being tipped up. Before he knew it, Rex was slotting their lips together the way they used to, soft and calming, bringing him down from the height of emotions that controlled him like he’d done during the war.

Echo couldn’t breathe, but it was the best feeling in the galaxy to be breathless from Rex’s kiss and Rex’s hands rubbing his back. It ignited him, gave him hope, and when Rex pulled back it was only to wipe more of Echo’s tears away.

“I thought you’d grown out of me,” Rex confessed as he cradled Echo’s face in his hands.

Echo shook his head. He didn’t know what to say to that. All this time he thought Rex was better off without him, but Rex had been waiting for him. Guilt tore at him, but Rex chased the feeling away with another kiss.

“Sorry,” Echo breathed, “I should have told you sooner.”

Rex sighed and smiled softly and he idly ran his hands over Echo’s body. “I wanted to give you a chance to grow without me holding you back, and you did. I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

A smile finally tugged at the corner of Echo’s lips, and eventually the tears dried as Rex kissed him over and over again. Warmth took the place of the cold chill that had settled in Echo’s bones, and he shivered when they laced their fingers together for the first time in years. He might be different, but his hands still fit perfectly in Rex’s. For now, that was enough.

Stifling a yawn, Echo nuzzled into him. “I don’t know how I was going to share a bed with you and be able to sleep without clearing things up.”

“Well, maybe we can both get some sleep now,” Rex joked. At first Echo winced, thinking he had been keeping Rex awake, but his Captain smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t sleep either.”

Sighing with relief, Echo chuckled. “We’re real idiots, aren’t we?”

“Oh, I’m not,” Rex countered, “but maybe if you had just stayed with me…”

A playful smile grew on his lips and Echo rolled his eyes. “I take it back.”

Laughter bubbled between them and eventually Rex had settled Echo more comfortably against him as sleep finally started to take him. Echo smiled when he felt Rex breathing steadily against the back of his neck, and he allowed himself to finally drift into what might be the best sleep he’s gotten in a long time.

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #recho #captain rex #tbb echo #clone shipping #clone/clone #cloneshipping #sergeantgoggles writing weekends #sgww prompt 2 week 2

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Title: Everything You Want Ship: Recho [Rex/Echo] Rated: M Summary: Rex needs to leave. Echo needs to just be with him. Warnings: Angst. Lots of it. Mentions of skin attached to metal. Because it's Echo. Alcoholism. Word Count: 1104

For @blazesurrender

“Don’t give me that look. I’ll be back.”

Strong, confident fingers tilted Echo’s chin up to meet his gaze, but the former ARC Trooper still found a way to avert his gaze and look anywhere but Rex’s eyes. He finally caught his attention when he slotted their lips together in what was meant to be a soft, chaste kiss to draw him out of whatever thoughts were going through his mind.

He should have expected it wouldn’t stay that way, but it took Rex’s breath away when Echo deepened the kiss, one gloved, metal hand pressing against his back while his flesh hand cupped the back of his neck and brought him in closer. Their bodies were flush, and Rex was weak man, willing to give Echo anything he needed, so when Echo’s tongue pressed to his lips, Rex was all too happy to let him in.

It wasn’t as though Rex was going to be gone long. He had a pickup off-world that would only take him a few rotations to complete. The mission offered little to no risk and he’d be back soon, hopefully with another brother or two to keep safe at the Martez sisters’ place. There was no reason for Echo to be kissing him like his world was ending, especially when it already had, and they were left picking up the pieces of what remained.

But Echo tasted of bourbon laced with desperation, and the way Echo was holding him and breathing him in between gasps of air was enough to convince Rex that he could spare a few more minutes. His fingers gripped at Echo’s hips and pressed along the seams where flesh met metal gently, drawing out a delicious moan from him that Rex greedily swallowed.

“Take me with you,” Echo begged into his mouth before crushing their lips together again.

For a moment, Rex considered it. There wasn’t really a need, per se, to have Echo with him, but he wouldn’t mind the company after working alone for as long as he had, and if this was any indication on how Echo had planned on passing the time with him…

Rex made a strangled noise as he nipped the pout of Echo’s bottom lip, making his trooper purr. He had half a mind to take him right there, but as much as his body was quickly rebelling against rational thought, he remained steadfast.

“Not this time,” Rex said firmly, if a bit breathless. “I need you here.”

“I need YOU here,” Echo countered with an almost rough edge to his voice that was very unlike him. “Rex—”

Rex halted him from saying anything further by pulling back and putting a soft finger to Echo’s lips. His body screamed to just agree with him so they could continue whatever Echo was asking of him, but time was truly of the essence. If he arrived too late, there might not BE a brother to retrieve, and all of the resources for the extraction would have gone to waste. It wasn’t something Rex was willing to risk, not right now, not even for Echo.

Pressing their foreheads together, Rex could clearly see the upset and disappointment in Echo’s eyes. In that moment he was reminded that Echo was still younger, even if he’d been through hell. He was reminded of a child terrified of being alone instead of the brave, intelligent, amazing soldier he knew Echo was.

Echo trembled in his arms, and Rex could practically taste the venom that Echo wanted to spew at him in his intoxicated state. Rex wondered briefly if he was making the right call leaving Echo when he was like this.

After a moment, Echo pushed his way out of Rex’s arms and turned his back to him. “Fine.”

“Echo—” Rex sighed and tried to catch his arm, but Echo twisted out of his grasp, and something in Rex knotted, making him feel ill.

“Don’t bother. I’ll see you when you get back,” Echo spat, and Rex pretended he didn’t hear the waver in his voice or see him swipe the back of his hand across his eyes.

As Echo stalked away from him, Rex rubbed his hands over his face. Inviting Echo along now would seem pitying, and there was no talking to him after he’s been drinking.

Quietly, Rex turned and grabbed his bag from the floor, but stopped when he heard the unmistakable wail of a brother in need. Glass shattered distantly, followed by a sob that he was sure he wasn’t meant to hear.

“Stop leaving me behind!”

Rex froze. His blood ran cold, and guilt rose like bile in his throat until his chest ached and his eyes burned. Flashes of the citadel mission played behind his eyes, then Skako Minor and the Techno Union, and then Bracca. He could argue that Echo had left him to be with Clone Force 99, but Rex didn’t fight for him, and somehow, he knew that was what Echo had wanted. He’d wanted Rex to fight for him, to make him stay and promise him that things hadn’t changed between them, and instead, Rex thought he’d made the best decision by letting Echo decide. It had been his trauma to deal with, and he wanted to support Echo the best he could, even if that had meant letting him go.

Rex stood. Fuck it.

He didn’t knock when he approached the room Echo had claimed for himself and was greeted with quiet cries as Echo hugged his knees to his chest in the corner like a frightened cadet. Not too far away was a holo of the two of them shortly before the Citadel mission. They had taken a night off and gone out with the rest of Torrent Company, and Kix had snagged a shot of the two of them sharing a romantic kiss with the Coruscant skyline in the background.

Times were simpler then.

Quietly, Rex kneeled next to Echo and tipped his chin up again, this time carefully wiping the tears from his eyes as a thanks for not fighting against him.

“Pack your bag. I’m not leaving you.” Rex ordered softly, and he was relieved when Echo nodded, though Rex could tell he felt guilty about the tantrum he’d had. They could address that later. For now, all Rex wanted was to keep his lover close to him no matter the cost. If he came to regret that, well, he could cross that bridge later. For now, he was happy with the salty kiss Echo stole from his lips before he started gathering his things.

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #recho #captain rex #tbb echo #clone shipping #clone/clone #cloneshipping #sergeantgoggles writing weekend #sgww prompt 1 week 2

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Title: Through the Static Ship: Tecker [Tech/Wrecker] Rated: G Summary: They've always protected one another. That will never change, even if the problems do. Warnings: ND Tech, Regs being mean (light fat shaming) Word Count: 779

For Protective Anon: I hope you like it! I'm not used to writing Tech/Wrecker, so this was new for me!

.[Tech POV].

All clones were engineered to be the same. That was what the regs were told from day one, however, that is not the case for special unit 99, and the regs always made sure they knew it. Of course, it was obvious. There were very distinct visual differences in their appearance in comparison to a standard clone. It just so happened that Wrecker’s was his size, and there were many Kaminoan facilities and equipment that weren’t designed for someone of his size even as a cadet.

So, when the chair buckled from under him in the mess and he collapsed to the floor, it was no surprise that the surrounding regs made a scene. Raucous laughter filled the large room, but even that wasn’t enough to drown out the insults slung at Wrecker. Hunter and Crosshair were quick to help him to his feet, but Tech…

Tech had just about enough.

“You think you are all so much better than Wrecker, but where is the individuality of looking the same? If anything, you are all boring copies!” He pointed out a few of the regs with as menacing a look as he could manage. “Besides, he could take you all blindfolded! I have scientific data to prove it!”

In his defense, Tech had tried, but the regs laughed in his face, too. The datapad in his hand shook as his other hand balled into a fist. The next thing he knew the room had fallen silent. One of the regs had a broken, bloody nose, and his datapad had fallen to the floor next to him.

“Do not laugh at my brother!” Tech hopped down from the table and smiled broadly at Wrecker who still had unshed tears of embarrassment in his eyes. “You do not need to worry. If they bother you again, I will protect you.”

Wrecker sniffled and hugged his smaller batchmate tightly. “You’re the best, Tech!”

Even back then, Tech acknowledged that the words made his stomach flutter. “Yes, I know.”

.[Wrecker POV].

That was years ago, but Wrecker remembered it like it was yesterday, which is saying something, because he couldn’t even remember if he even ate breakfast yesterday, or if he did, what it was. Still, he’s able to recall those details vividly, and he thinks about it now with Tech curled in his bunk, eyes slammed shut and shaking.

Tech was different, but not in the way that they were all physically different from regs, but his brain worked differently than all of theirs. Sometimes he would get like Hunter, and touch and sound would be too much, but unlike Hunter, who had gotten used to all of that, Tech seemed to shut down. Wrecker was never able to pinpoint when it was going to happen, but it seemed to be in larger crowds when things were very much out of his control.

But it had been hours since they left the races, and Tech was still rocking to stimulate himself and try to keep his thoughts in order. Or maybe it was that the thoughts were too loud? Wrecker sighed. This was all very confusing to him, but he wanted to help. He spotted Tech’s bucket nearby and remembered that at those times Tech would put it on and drown out the noise.

Without another thought, Wrecker snagged it and plopped it over Tech’s head. The rocking stopped almost immediately, but Tech’s hands were still squirming.

Wrecker frowned. “What’s wrong? Didn’t that help?”

Through the filter, Tech sighed. “There is a small black button on the earpiece. Could you press it for me?”

Obliging, Wrecker leaned forward and flipped the small button in question. He couldn’t tell what purpose it served, but after a few moments, Tech started to relax, and he slumped forward to lean into Wrecker. He reached a large, gentle hand around his back and rubbed, soothing away the rest of the rigidity. After several more minutes, Tech wrapped his arms around Wrecker’s neck and allowed himself to be held the way Wrecker liked to, close and consuming.

“I…apologize,” Tech huffed, devoid of energy. “It has been a long time since I have had an episode of that magnitude. Thank you for staying with me.”

Wrecker smiled. “Aw, anytime, Tech. We protect each other. That’s what we do.”

To further prove that it was no bother to him, Wrecker pressed a kiss on Tech’s bucket where his lips would be. He couldn’t remember when they had started…whatever this was, but he knew that it felt right.

“Besides,” Wrecker continued, “you’re the best, Tech.”

“So you like to remind me,” came the playful exasperation, “but it is no less appreciated.”

#the bad batch #antis block and dni thnx #tecker #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #clone shipping #cloneshipping #clone/clone #sergeantgoggles writing weekends #sgww prompt 4 week 2

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