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Hollow — Tech x GN!Reader Batcher

Description: Tech x GN!Reader Batcher, established relationship; POV is 1st person so there's no use of gendered pronouns (: Warnings: Angst, major character death, grief, very vague allusion to suicidal thoughts and self-destructive tendencies Word Count: 916

A/N: This is the first time I've really written any fandom content since high school. Or at least, with the intention of letting others read it. Tried to balance the mix of recounting the past while also shifting to how reader/oc is in the present which can be tricky so I hope it reads well.

Image Credit: @ilcuoreardendo-fic

Everything happened so fast.

It was like any other mission gone bad — shots from grounded enemies, shots from the sky, and having to problem-solve on the fly amidst the chaos. Then… it was very different.

There was a violent shake as the rail cars were hit and then I was looking down at my husband hanging far below the car. Momentarily, all sound became an indistinguishable noise, garbled voices of distress mixed with ringing and roaring in my ears, as you struggled to climb up to the car.

As I moved to help you, the car creaked and, snapping back to reality, I heard you shout up, “Whoa! Don't! Any shift in weight could send both of these cars over. You must sever the connection hinge. Now!” Wrecker and I immediately exclaimed our rejection of that idea. I could feel my panic rising, my desperation increasing. There must be something. There HAS to be something. Anything to fix this mess and save you.

Your next words, spoken so calmly and matter-of-fact, slammed into me. “There is no time, cyare. Plan 99.” “Don’t. You. Dare, Tech.” My voice cracked on your name. Gently, desperately, I repeated my words, punctuating them with “please”. Your eyes locked with mine — soft, sad, and full of love. “I love you, cyar’ika, but when have we ever followed orders?”

When you shot the connection and began to fall, a deafening scream ripped out of me. “NO!” My body automatically lunged for the side with my hand outstretched before Wrecker grabbed me and held me firmly. Thrashing to escape his grasp as the car began to move, I screamed, “TECH! No! No no no! Go back!”

As the car got further and further away, the shock of the situation overtook me — numb, unseeing, unmoving with that same mix of indistinguishable sounds in my ears. My body went into a survival autopilot – moving as prompted but I wasn’t there – and the team had to help drag me back to the Marauder through the attacks.

Once aboard the Marauder, standing in the middle of our quarters, my knees gave out as I crumbled. Ripping off my helmet and goggles, my agonized sobs finally broke free and echoed through the ship. So full of grief, my body shaking, I leaned forward on my hands for support, fingers digging into the metal floor. One hand reached up, taking my chained wedding ring from underneath my undershirt and I clutched it so hard a mark was left in my hand.

At some point, I had stopped crying and left my body. I didn’t even know the ship stopped. Feeling a gentle hand on my shoulder, the only acknowledgment of awareness I could give was a hoarse, emotionless mumble, “You should have let me go with him.” 

From there, I don’t truly remember much of anything. There’s a blur of being dragged to my feet and out of the ship, and of having wet hair and clean clothes while AZ checked me over with no memory of cleaning up or changing. I’m ashamed to say that I don’t even truly remember Omega being taken. All I truly remember from the past month and a half is waves of soul-crushing pain surrounded by numbness as I attempted to lose myself in my work. I keep crying and feeling flashes of disbelief and anger. I’ve lost my appetite… and my desire for self-preservation. All this while moving on autopilot to complete my tasks and finish the mission. Find and save Omega. That is all that matters right now.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo are concerned for me, often pushing food on me and otherwise fussing. Up until now, there were eyes on me almost all the time, it felt like, and I hated it, but I understood why they hovered. Echo left a couple of weeks after the events to rejoin Rex, but I still hear him comm Hunter every so often to check in on me and find out how the search for Omega is going.

The days are often easier than the nights since I’ve taken on most of Tech’s tasks alongside my own. Hunter and Wrecker have tried to take some of them, wishing to lighten my load, but I adamantly refuse. I need them. I need the memory of helping with and hearing about them from him by doing them. They’ve let the situation be, but still intervene to make me sleep.

That’s when it gets unbearable.

The emptiness beside me screams, his scent got fainter with each passing day until it disappeared, remembering the quiet moments we shared in this space, and hearing his final words on a loop in the silence. Once the exhaustion finally takes me… I often watch Tech fall and wake with tears streaming down my face or stinging eyes and a heavy heart. Some nights, I think Hunter has been slipping me medicine in my food ‘cause those are the only nights I get any decent sleep.

Despite all this, I have, believe it or not, been getting better. Slowly, I began to reengage with the boys and be open with them. They stopped having to watch me as close or force me to take care of myself. Now, it’s reminders and intervention as necessary along with occasional check-ins when I seem particularly off one day. I’m still far from okay and I won’t ever be the same but, thanks to our brothers, I become a little less hollow each day.

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It’s Over - Part 7B (Hunter)

Summary: Hunter and Myri finish reminiscing 

A/N: Hello Lovelies, 

Lol did you think you would have to wait forever for the second parter?

Enjoy the finale. LOVE OO.

It’s Over(Kix)   |   Pt. 2(Rex)  |   Pt. 3(Wolffe)   |   Pt. 4(Cody)   |   Pt. 5(Crosshair)  |   Pt. 6 (Tech)

Warnings: mentions of clones right, killing, apology, fluff, injury, burn, shock, passing out, kissing, I think that’s all of it, if I miss any please let me know. 

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“Although, I’m still ticked off at you for what you said to her, I can understand what led you to such an unfortunate turn of words” Lurwa offered.

Tala wiped a tear from her eye, “Why did you think you were so unworthy of love, Hunter? Why were you so quick to shut it down before you even had a chance to explore it?”

“I’m a defective clone, I was reminded of that everyday by the Regs, by the Kaminoans. Every chance they got to experiment on us, they did. Who could love someone like that?”

“Me” Myri spoke up.

“Me too” Lurwa smirked.

“And me” Tala smiled, “Your experiences don’t define your future, Hunter. They simply help you to understand who you are.”

“So what happened after that, did you guys talk?”

“Well …” Hunter smirked as he looked at Myri

- - - - - - * - - - - - - * - - - - - - 

“…Despite the hopefulness the Jedi Council held, the suspicion raised by a very brave Republic soldier and GAR trooper were the first steps in proving what we now know to be the truth. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine was the one behind the war. He worked hand in hand with Count Dooku, this shocking revelation has truly opened the eyes of the Republic and the Jedi Council …”

“What’s going on?” Myri asked one of the other medics, as she walked in late to the briefing. 

“Senator … Sorry Chancellor Bail Organa is outlining how Chancellor Palpatine was behind everything. Starting the war, creating clones …” Jasper turned his head towards her, eyes wide, “e-very-thing” he stated slowly. 

She couldn’t believe it, all those deaths on both Republic and Separatists’ sides were due to one man. Due to his greed. 

“… The Jedi Council wishes for me to convey our deepest sympathies, and a stark reminder, as we can see the Dark Side of the Force is dangerous, and able to cloud the minds of many. We will all be entering an era of uncertainty and difficulty as we move past this shameful history…”

Myri glanced around the room, using the higher elevation to her advantage trying to find the Bad Batch, only to feel a tug on her hand, she turned to see no one, until her eyes glanced down. Omega’s eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty sitting. She squeezed Omega’s hand, giving her a reassuring smile, “It’s okay, sweetie.”

Omega simply nodded as she pressed further into Myri’s side. 

“… There is a light at the end of this dark tunnel, today we are happy to announce steps have already been implemented to shut down the behavioural chips in each and every clone trooper …” Myri glanced over to the head of the Medic Department, Lama Su, raising an eyebrow to the calm demeanour of the Kaminoan, not that there was any other expression she usually gave. 

“… It is my great privilege to announce, as of today, every clone trooper is recognized as a citizen of the Republic, having all rights and responsibilities appointed them as any other member of society. We offer our thanks on behalf of the Republic for your sacrifices, for the loss’ you have endured, and for your willingness and readiness to support each and every civilian. Please know, we will forever be in your debt, we will never be able to pay for all you have done for us. However we hope these efforts will show our appreciation. In the coming weeks and months, each trooper will have a chance to meet with a representative to discuss what your future will look like …”

Hunter couldn’t believe his ears, they were citizens with rights, with a future. His eyes roved about until he could see Myri standing in the room above the general assembly alongside the other medics and Kaminoan scientists, there was an odd expression on her face, it was a mixture of shock, joy, sorrow, and doing her best to understand what was happening. He felt a tap on his arm, as he turned to look at Tech, shrugging his shoulder. Tech simply handed him the datapad in his hands without saying anything further. 

‘Clone Unit 99, you have received new orders, please see Jedi Master Shaak Ti for mission debriefing at 1900 hours.’

No matter what Chancellor Organa had to say, there was still work to be done.

“… We look forward to a new peaceful era.”

“I can’t believe it” Echo mumbled as he stood there amongst the sea of troopers, all shocked by the news they had just received. 

“Despite what we may have heard there is still work to be done” Hunter nodded towards Tech.

“It appears we have been assigned another mission”

“What!” Wrecker’s voice boomed in the open arena, all four of them shushed him in unison. 

“Perhaps we should continue this in our barracks” Tech offered, Hunter seemingly nodded, as his eyes focused on Myri’s movements. 

“I have to take care of something first, I’ll meet you guys there” he took off hoping to head off Myri. He rushed through the halls, pushing his way past troopers, until he got to her med, he opened the door, hoping to find her there. 

“Something I can help you with?” A clone trooper medic came up to him. 

“I was looking for Medic Kambe?”

“She’s currently in a meeting with Lama Su, she should be back shortly. I can tell her to comm you when she’s back”

“Uh, sure. Tell her to contact Hunter”

He headed out of med, there was no point in waiting around; he wondered if he’d even get a chance to talk to her before they had to leave. 

“Hunter?” 

He looked up to see her heading towards him, Omega still clinging to her side, he wasn’t sure if it was because of the announcement or because of what he resolved to say, but she looked even more beautiful, his eyes focused back on Omega’s concerned expression, “Everything okay?” He motioned between the two of them,

“Yeah, just everything’s up in the air right now” Myri squeezed Omega’s hand, getting her attention, “Megs go inside, and start setting up the scans”

“Will do”

Hunter watched as Omega shuffled off, focusing his attention on Myri, “Is she okay?”

“She’s nervous. She’s unsure of where she’ll fall in, and since she’s no longer Kaminoan ‘property’ she’s wondering where she belongs.”

“I think we’re all feeling that way”

“Lama Su informed her, once they make a decision regarding housing for everyone, she won’t be able to stay here anymore. No one will.” Myri crossed her arms, glancing around, she wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, but she felt as though she needed to “I decided to adopt her, I haven’t discussed it with Lama Su as yet, but I will once I talk it over with her”

“You … you what?” Hunter’s voice sounded shocked and disapproving.

“I’m sorry does that not meet your standards?”

“What? No. That’s not …”

“It seems as though you’re trying to make decisions for others again”

“No, that’s not it.” He closed his eyes, wishing there was someone who could shoot him in the foot every time he opened his mouth, he let out a sigh, opening his eyes focusing on hers, “I was surprised, that’s all. I think you’d …” Hunter cleared his throat, fighting the warmth crawling up his face “I think you’ll be an amazing mom. Everything you do is amazing.”

Myri felt her face flush, she did her best to suppress the smile that wanted to erupt, “Umm… thanks. Anyway, why are you here?”

“I needed to talk to you, we got another mission and as soon as we get our debriefing we’ll be shipping out.”

“Oh … I see”

“And before we take off there’s something I need to say, is there somewhere we can talk privately?”

Myri nodded, motioning for him to follow her, they stood in an alcove of to the side, hardly used by anyone and forgotten by most. She motioned for him to continue.

“Listen, um …” Hunter rubbed the back of his neck before clearing his throat, “about what I said last night, I was wrong to presume to know what you were thinking or feeling. Truth is I never imagined someone as amazing and wonderful as you would even look at me as anything more than a friend. I’ll simply say this, there isn’t a day that goes by where you’re not the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thought in my day. Every moment I get to spend with you, every conversation, every look from your beautiful eyes, are all moments I treasure. I don’t know what the future holds, but if you are willing, maybe we can go to the Celebratory Gala together, once they decide on a date.” His comm beeped, reminding him to head back to the barracks before going for the briefing, “I have to go, the decision is yours. If I ruined what could’ve been between us, I’ll understand; and if that’s the case, no matter how long it’ll take, I’ll work hard to earn your trust back.”

He took a chance, reaching for her hand, holding it in his; the weight of her hand in his sent a warmth through his chest. He smirked as he tested his luck, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her cheek. He gave her hand a squeeze before he headed off. 

Myri stood in the alcove shocked to her core, she hadn’t expected him to make such a declaration, even after he learned she was going to adopt Omega. She needed time to think things through, time to see if her anger was just her hurt ego or if she really couldn’t forgive Hunter and his attitude.

- - - - - - * - - - - - - * - - - - - - 

“Wow, did you do the paperwork for her adoption, yet?” Tala asked leaning forward, glancing around to see where Omega was.

“Yeah, we’re just waiting for the all clear, letting me know the adoption went ahead.”

“She’s quite happy and excited” Hunter continued, “She keeps calling Myri, mom.”

“Awww that’s so sweet” Lurwa chuckled, “I can’t imagine having a kid, but if I do have one, I hope they’re as sweet as her.” She motioned to Omega, smiling.

“What was your answer to his statement?” Tala teased

- - - - - - * - - - - - - * - - - - - - 

Tech landed the ship roughly in Kamino’s hangar, as the landing gears locked in place, Wrecker grabbed Hunter and placed him across his shoulders, Crosshair opened the door to the ship, yelling out commands to the medics waiting by the hangar door with a gurney and medical supplies. Echo commed Myri before landing, telling her to prepare for an emergency medical crisis, explaining as best as he could. 

Myri ran to the Marauder, watching as Wrecker placed Hunter ever so gently on the gurney. She knew what Echo had stated in his message, but hearing it and seeing the condition Hunter was in were two different things. She prided herself on being able to separate her emotions from the task at hand, but the injuries he sustained had shocked her to her very core. Her heart felt as though it was being squeezed in a vice grip, her vision was becoming blurry making it difficult for her to identify the injuries, she cleared her throat doing her best to regain her focus “What … what happened?”

“There was a holdout of remaining Separatists droids and followers of Count Dooku, they implement a fail safe to make sure none would be captured alive” Tech explained as they headed out of the hangar at a quick pace to the med lab. 

“There was an explosion, Hunter shielded us. Taking the brunt of the force” Echo added. 

She took in a deep breath, keeping the tears out of her eyes, “Um … we’ll need … we’ll need …” her hands shook as she grabbed the cloth cutter, to remove the unburnt portions of his bodysuit, the bruises on his face, hands, arms and chest were starting to form as more of his skin became revealed after the cloth was cut away. His beautiful skin, now marred with cuts, blood, pieces of shrapnel, it was all hitting too close to home for her. 

“Medic Myri, what are you orders?”

“Well ummm … we’ll …”

She felt a hand on her shoulder, as a another hand took the cutter out of her own hand, “Myri, I got this” she looked at Jasper who offered an encouraging smile, “Could one of you guys take her away from here?” He motioned to her office, Cross nodded guiding Myri over. 

It was all a bit of a blur, she had no idea how long she was sitting there or how Hunter was doing, everything came back into focus when Crosshair handed her a canteen of water, she nodded her thanks as she took a deep swallow.

“You love him, don’t you?” Cross smirked as he looked at her, the shock from her question making her cough up the water she had just taken in. 

“Excuse me?” She asked as she tried to avoid choking. 

“You heard me”

“Why do you care what I feel?”

“Vod’ika don’t be difficult, wouldn’t you like to be able to admit it freely at least once?”

Myri took another swig of water, letting out a sigh, “You’re right. I should be able to admit it freely just once, but I want him to be able to hear it first. It’s only right.”

Cross nodded as he smirked, shifting his toothpick from one side to the next, “That’s true.” The door slid open, Tech walked in followed by Echo, they both turned their heads to focus on the news they had for them.

“How is he?” Myri asked finding her voice to be steadier than she expected.

“Medic Jasper has him set up in a bacta tank, thankfully his burns were mostly superficial. He’ll have one or two scars, but he says two days in the tank and he’ll be as good as new.”

She let out a deep breath of relief, she hadn’t realized she was barely breathing the entire time she was in the office. She stood hoping to go out to see Hunter, only to find the room spining, she attempted to find her footing but she wasn’t fast enough before everything went dark. 

- - - - - - * - - - - - - * - - - - - - 

“You fainted?” Lurwa looked shocked

“If Wrecker was seriously injured, would you be able to keep it together?”

“Fair point”

Tala didn’t say much, as she remembered how she felt seeing Echo for the first time after they rescued him, the shock she felt, “The fact you were able to keep it together for as long as you did is impressive. I don’t think I handled seeing Echo again after his rescue all that well.”

“You weren’t that bad” Hunter offered.

“Hunter, don’t you remember I was crying almost every ten minutes.”

“Well at least you were passed out for a few days”

“Hey!” Myri smacked Hunter’s arm, “You were suppose to keep that between us”

“Wait, how long were you passed out for?”

“Well … the thing is …”

- - - - - - * - - - - - - * - - - - - - 

 Myri opened her eyes, taking in the ceiling, she blinked a few times trying to adjust to the light, when the medic droid came into view, scanning her.

“Scan complete. The fainting spell was due to an emotional turmoil. You’ll be fine.” Just as quickly as the droid came into view, it left. Myri shifted on the bed, when tiny footsteps came rushing to her side.

Omega had wide eyes at seeing her, “Are you alright?”

She chuckled ruffling the young girl’s hair, “Nothing a good rest couldn’t cure.” Myri rubbed her eyes, “How long was I out?”

“Four days” Hunter’s voice called to her, she sat still as he came into view, his hand resting on Omega’s shoulder, motioning for her to head out. As soon as she was gone, he turned his attention to Myri, “How are you feeling? Heard you had… difficulties when you saw me come off the ship?” He asked as he sat down beside her, his hand resting on the other side of her.

“I should be asking you that question, how are your wounds?” Her hand instinctively rested against his chin, tilting it from side to side, the bruises were gone, the cut he had on his cheek had been healed. Her hand shifted down his shoulder to his arms and hands, noticing all the cuts and bruises had vanished. Her hand then shifted over his chest, she could feel the outlinings of a healed burn through his bodysuit.

Hunter was doing his best to remain calm, he felt his face flush, and a warmth began to grow within him, as her hands explored his upper body. He wanted to cup her face and kiss her with all his might in that moment, but he wasn’t going to overstep. Not again. 

“Got an all clear yesterday” he offered, hoping that would ease her nerves.

Myri nodded as she focused her attention on Hunter’s face, “When I saw you … lying there …” she felt her lips begin to tremble, “I … all I could smell was the burnt flesh …” she looked away as the tears began to well up. 

He couldn’t hold it back anymore cupping her cheek, “I’m fine, cyar’ika. I’m alright.”

She nodded wiping away the tears, before throwing her arms around Hunter’s neck pulling him closer, “I could’ve lost you”

“It’s alright” Hunter wrapped his arms around her, the armour that usually would’ve been in the way was now stored in his bunk, allowing him to pull her as close as possible to his chest. “I’m here, you haven’t lost me. You’ll never lose me.”

“Yes” she mumbled as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“What was that cyar’ika?”

“Yes, I’ll go to the gala with you”

Hunter felt his heart grow three times, if that was possible, and as much as he rejoiced in hearing her answer, he wanted her to know he wasn’t scared anymore, not for something monumental, “How about the three of us go together?”

“Three”

“You, Omega and I … like ... a family?”

Myri pulled back a smile etched on her face, “I think she’d love that; I know I would.”

Their eyes locked on each other, the tension between them growing, “Does this mean you forgive me?” Hunter glanced from her eyes to her lips.

She smirked as she pulled him closer, her lips pressed against his, hoping this was enough of an answer to his question.

Hunter was shocked for a moment, his eyes wide, as he realized she was kissing him, as quickly as he realized what was happening, he took a chance to reciprocate. He shifted, using his height to tower over her a little, taking advantage of Myri trying to stretch, he guided her to lie back down on the med without breaking their kiss. 

He was lost in thought and completely forgot where they were, as he felt her soft, warm lips against his, allowing him to deepen the kiss. The tips of her fingers trailing down his spine, as her other hand carded its way through his hair, as the soft tickle of her breath was evident beneath his nose. It was everything he could’ve imagined and more. His hand shifted till it rested against her waist, caressing her side. He wanted more, she wanted more, and he was ready to express more, if it hadn’t been for the cough that called his attention from the end of her bed. 

Both froze as they came back to their senses and remembered where they were, Hunter pulled his lips away from hers, he smirked at seeing her face flushed from the kiss they had shared and from the embarrassment of being caught. He could see she was doing her best to hide the laughter that wanted to break free, he simply chuckled, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Guess we’ll have to continue this later” he whispered

“Looking forward to it”

He shifted off of her, helping her to sit up in the bed, as Crosshair stood there leaning against the wall, “I see you guys made up, well I just came to let you know Wrecker and Lurwa have a table waiting in the mess hall. I’ll just tell everyone you are not quite recovered yet.” He winked at Myri fighting back the smile that wanted to appear on his lips, “We’ll make sure to keep Omega busy, and away from your bunk room, Myri.” Crosshair smirked as he moved away from his position, “You can continue whatever you were doing” he motioned with his hand, as he chuckled to himself putting a new toothpick in his mouth, “I’ll make sure to put some food aside, no doubt you’ll be hungry after” he called out as the door slid closed.

Neither said anything, both a little shocked by Crosshair’s thoughtfulness, until they both started laughing. Myri rested her forehead against his chest, reminding herself that he was there with her, she shifted her head to look him in the eyes ready to declare what had been in her heart since the beginning, “I love you, Hunter”

“I love you” he pressed another kiss to her lips, cupping her cheeks, hoping to deepen the kiss and continue where they had left off. 

She pulled back, smirking, “I think we should go somewhere more private” she took his hand in hers and guided him away from med and to her quarters.

- - - - - - * - - - - - - * - - - - - - 

“That’s the whole of it” Hunter smirked as he pulled Myri against him, “I have to say it may have taken us a few years to get here, but I’m glad we’re finally here.”

She looked into Hunter’s eyes smiling from ear to ear, “I couldn’t agree more” she leaned up, kissing his lips.

“Ahem!” Tech cleared his throat, “Please remember some of us are still single”

“Hunter, mom, you guys wanna dance with me?” Omega held out her hand to the two of them.

“Sure, sweetie” Myri answered standing from her seat, taking one of Omega’s hands, while Hunter took the other. 

“They really are an adorable family aren’t they?” Tala looked at Lurwa, who simply nodded, “Tech wanna dance?” She asked looking at him.

“No, thank you. I am not in the mood.”

“She didn’t show up huh?”

“To whom are you referring?”

“Alright, don’t say anything, I’m going to find Echo, see if he’s up for one last dance.”

“I’ll join you, I’m gonna find Wrecker.”

Tech sat there alone at the table, nursing his drink as his eyes focused on Hunter, Myri and Omega dancing together, wishing that could be him. 

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@tiny-badbatcher asked me to write about Kaz and Torra's relationship and this is second time of this pairing. It took awhile to figure and I got one.

Memories to Keep It

Kaz & Torra

Based on Xiono Story series (my fanfic)

Torra still felt gulity what happened at her husband's blanket. She knew his blanket was a gift from his uncle from years ago who he was used to love spending time with.

She forgot to feed her pet, Buggles which making him so hungry and looked anywhere that he could eat or bite. He looked at Kaz's sunflower blanket.

Even through Kaz forgive her but she still felt that she didn't deserve it.

At night, Kaz just finished doing his face mask and heading to the bed but quickly mentioned Torra was down as rubbing Buggles' back.

"Hey, is everything alright, Honeylatte ?"

Torra sighed "Not really. "

He hold his hand "You know you can tell anything, right ? That's what our marriage for."

She took breath as staring at him with tears in her eyes "I feel guilty about ripped your special blanket. I know that you forgive me but I feel like...I don't deserve it. I started thinking if you'd...rather left me than this."

Kaz shook his head as wiping her tears "Torra, don't say like that. I know that you didn't mean that on purpose and I know how much you love me since you were acting crazy when we first time met."

Torra chuckled "But you chose me to race against with."

"Let's say that a nikto friend told everyone on this station after I accidentally talked about my dream to be the best pilot. It was driving me crazy." The couple laught.

At the same time, Buggled walked to Kaz and slept on his lap "But at least I survived." He rubbed his back.

"You see, Honeylatte. Even through I don't have stuffs to remember but at least I have good memories in my mind like Uncle John was used to put me on his shoulder and pretended to be my ship and we flew away." He told her.

"Since you told me this, I've been seeing you play that game with Ayumi and she really enjoy it." She replied.

"Yep, and I still would do that again."

"Until she's too heavy to carry." She teased.

"Hey... " "Kaz, no, stop it.." Kaz tickled Torra on her stomach, she laught loudly until the couple lay down on the bed.

After that, Kaz touched her cheek "Torra, no matter what happen between us, I won't leave you. You're a part of me that need to stick together with."

Torra took breath and smiled "You're a part of me too." Then the couple kissed each other while Buggles laid down between them.

"Sweet dream, honeylatte."

"Sweet dream, my love."

And they all fell asleep together.

The end

Hope you like this one.

I tag @foundationsretail , @tiny-badbatcher , @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @genericficerblog , @thebadbatch2022 , and @girlzrok-archive

16 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#4

This is my drawing for my Star Wars Resistance Modern AU fanfic on wattpad, Hope Inside.

I drew this two years ago. Let me tell you about this family.

Jarek Yeager adopted his three kids after he lost his biogical family during the accident.

First, he adopted Neeku when he was a baby, next he adopted Tam on the street who survived from the house fire when she was 13 years old, and lastly, Kaz. He mentioned that something off with him until he figured out that he was abused by his drunk father and took him to his house and overtime, Kaz felt safe and loved by his new family.

What do you think @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @thebadbatch2022 , @girlzrok-archive , @foundationsretail and @tiny-badbatcher ?

17 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

I just finished drawing Omega wearing a junior high school for my Bad Batch High School fanfic.

Here some things about her :

She's more comfortable wearing trousers than skirts but when she has to wear school skirt, she would always wearing leggings.

This school uniform is inspired by one of my uniforms when I was in elementary school 😅

She's more comfortable wearing boots than sneakers as you guys can see on this picture.

What do you think @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @crosshairs-simp, @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond , @s-pirth-lemonade , @littlefeatherr , and anyone else who wants to see this.

18 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#2

Tell me a reason why you want to write star wars fanfics then tag five blogs who also love writing too.

Mine is expressing my imagination into the story to be remembered.

@photogirl894 , @foundationsretail , @kanerallels , @thebadbatch2022 , and @genericficerblog

28 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ayumi enjoying her drink.

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41 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

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[genericficerblog]

Fluff fic idea help

So, I plan to write short fluff fanfiction about Omega leaving a comment on a sleep music video (Example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bZmOfZZHjk&t=24314s ) and the following morning, seeing the responses to the comment she left.

So this is the comment she left.

My name is Omega Fett. I am 14 years old. Due to years of Medical Abuse at the hands of the Kaminoans, being hunted by Bounty Hunters and being tormented by nightmares and night terrors, I've got a lot of mental health issues and severe trauma from those experiences. From the bottom of my heart, I must thank these relaxing sleep music channels for these tracks, as they have been an immeasurable comfort for me.

@aesira-of-orion, @leosardonyx18, @locitapurplepink, @thebadbatch2022, @tiny-badbatcher, and anyone else who wants to join in.

You see this comment, what do you comment in response?

[not-a-big-slay]

Wish

Bad batch as cadets

Warnings: none

Type: fluff

Summary: The boys as cadets making wishes as a celebration of the end of a cycle

#BADBATCHWEEK2021: Day 6 - Favorite location

tags: @bad-batch-week @bad-batch-week-archive

Raindrops were knocking on the roof while the thunder shined through a small high window. Dim yellow lights were a better choice to have at night, than those bright white ones they had to light their beds. It was a chilly evening, all of them were in beds. Today was the end of a cycle, as Tech informed them. In some systems there was a big celebration of entering a new age. On Kamino, you didn't even notice that a day has gone by.

Maybe it's a big thing for clones that are out in the wild, but not for cadets. Not for the defectives. Tech, Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair were together from the start. As a defective clones, they had to be separeted from others, so they've got their own quarters. Someone could feel lonely, living like this, but not these guys. All they needed was each other. They didn't like the regs anyway.

They were in bed, minding their own buissness like they typically did. ,,Do you guys think they'll ever send us on missions?" Tech and Hunter looked at each other. They didn't know how to answer that. ,,Keep on dreaming, Wrecker'' Crosshair scoffed, ,,They only send regs to the field." He took a toothpick and placed it in his mouth, looking at upset Wrecker. The rain got louder when the silence was casted upon them. After a while, they layed to their sides, attempting to fall asleep. Cross took his toothpick out and threw it on the ground. Tech noted to himself to scold him about it in the morning.

,,That's not fair.." Wrecker said before closing his eyes, waiting for his mind to stop thinking and finally rest. Hunter moved on his back, placing his hands behind him. ,,It is what it is, Wreck..." he stated looking up. They don't know where they'll be send after completing the final trials. They don't know if they'll even complete them. There's a lot of things they have to know, but is it sure that they will be troops? They're defective, so why not just send the normal ones? Why are they even training them? Nala Se told them they are rare and one-of-a-kind, but wasn't she just sugarcoating the truth for them?

,,You can't do anything about it." said half asleep Crosshair that had to have the last word. Tech opened his eyes as an idea entered his head. ,,You can wish for it.." he announced as he was sitting up. Wrecker quickly got up too, his eyes sparkling with hope. Crosshair got up either, however his eyes were sparkling with annoyence. He really thought they can move on from this discussion and go to sleep.

,,In some cultures, people say outloud their wishes at the end of a cycle and believe that they will be granted the next one. It is not proven it works, but you wont lose anything if you'll try." Tech informed them. He read about it and thought it would be a good idea to cheer his friend up.

,,Let's try it!" ordered Wrecker and looked around at his two quiet roommates. Crosshair rolled his eyes lying back down: ,,Okay, make a wish and then shut up." he closed his eyes again, really hoping that he could fall asleep now. ,,It only works if everyone in the room wishes for something." Tech teased and tried not to smile. Wrecker began to nudge Cross and talking him into it when he finally gave up and sat up looking at Tech, expecting him to die under his stare.

Wrecker impatiently commanded Tech to go first. ,,I wish for a new helmet." he said. It's a thing he needed the most. His current one had a crack after he fell down hard at one training. He wished for it a long time and Kaminoans keep promising him one. Wrecker rolled his eyes. It was something he couldn't stop talking about. But he didn't say anything about it being a stupid way to waste a wish, because it was Tech's and not his.

,,Your turn Cross." Crosshair turned to him, making it very clear he's doing this unwillingly. He took a deep breath and looked, relaxed, at Wrecker. ,,I wish I could sleep without being interrupted with your little games." Wrecker's excited smile changed into a serious face: ,,If I didn't have a wish already, I would wish you'd be gone.". Crosshair lied down on his back and allied his hands. ,,Please, wish for that, I beg you.". It soon turned into a fight between them and Hunter, sick of the heavy sarcasm running out of Crosshair's mouth, got up and quickly stopped them. Wrecker looked at Crosshair the last time before ignoring him completely.

,,Now, why don't you tell us your wish, Wrecker." Hunter suggested and sat back down on his bed. He looked at Crosshair laying on his back, listening to them. ,,I wish to fight in a battlefield along with a Jedi master," he shared. Cross shaked his head, but didn't say anything. ,,I wanna be a trooper and be in a battalion!" he continued. Tech nodded and smiled at him like a mom, that knows something is probably not true, but they wont tell their child anyways, only not to ruin his excitment. ,,Congrats, now can we go to sleep?" Since Crosshair asked politely, they lied down, ready to enter the dream realm.

Wrecker however got quickly up. ,,Hunter, you didn't wish for anything." he stated, full of fear that the wishes now wont come true. Hunter thought about it, observing the ceiling of his bed, then got up with an answer: ,,I wish we'll stay together. Not only in the next cycle, but even in the battalion." Hunter doesn't like people and has never let them as close as he has these guys. He didn't wanna lose that. Wrecker was smiling from ear to ear and layed back down. ,,That was the best wish." he said before closing his eyes. ,,Absolutely beautiful." Crosshair joked and turned around to face the wall. Hunter rolled his eyes. Maybe he could have wish for Crosshair to be a less pain in the ass.

While everyone setted to sleep and Tech switched off the lights, Crosshair smiled as he, unknowingly with Wrecker, wished upon the milion stars all their desires will come true. The thunder exploded as their breaths settled and their minds fell asleep.

Here to the next cycle..

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[thebadbatch]

Hii again, I have another request, if that’s ok.

Could you please write Tech and Crosshair defending reader of being bullied? I went through this some time ago so this is self indulgent ksksks. Anyway, thank you

A/N: I really hope this is alright! Thank you for your request! I really hope life is better for you now though, you're a lovely person!

Tech & Crosshair x Bullied!Reader

Plot: You go back to your home planet despite your past and bump into the person who used to bully you relentlessly. Crosshair and Tech are with you though, they'll sort things out.

Warnings: Bullying and violence.

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We're a team

The Bad Batch and you had decided to stop back off at your home planet, they had insisted on landing there and have you tour them around. You had always Kept your personal life close and never really exposed any of your home life as you viewed it as rather troublesome. Sure, of course you had good memories here with family and past friends but you had some more prominent darker memories here too - ones in which you wanted to keep as far away from The Bad Batch as possible. You had always been bullied in your home world and they had no reason to do so, but unfortunately they chose you as their target for their relentless bullying. Letting out a deep sigh, your eyes trailed to the ship's window as you flew through the planet's atmosphere. The deeply toned blue soon turned into a lighter tone as you approached the town you grew up in, an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Ever since you were assigned to work with the boys, which was a few years ago now, you'd grown used to feeling loved and wanted. Instead of the terrifying twisting sensation in your stomach and the tightening Sensation within your chest, you'd grown used to feeling happy and relaxed, your heart only beating rapidly when they complimented you. That familiar thud of  the ship landing usually got you excited about the adventures that may await- but not today.

"Hey, y/n! Are you ready?" Wrecker grinned at you with his usual smile and enthusiasm, a feeling that felt so long away. "Hunter's gonna give us a briefing before we go!" You gave a small smile and nod in return, following Wrecker into the cockpit with everybody else standing around. 

"Alright, not to assign us duties or anything on our little break but Tech's discovered that this place is great for fuel and repairs for our ship. "Hunter Smiled over at you as he paused, "So i'm going to split us into two seperate groups. Tech, Crosshair and yln - you three grab any needed repair tools. Echo and Wrecker, you're with me for fuel." Everybody nodded in agreement as the door lowered leaving you to stretch and mentally prepare for the day ahead. Hunters group waved and moved out in search for fuel, leaving you Crosshair and Tech to wander around the busy town looking for any repair tools and supplies you may need. Tech hummed as he gently began typing into his datapad attempting to decipher where the  necessary supplies would be located. Crosshair was walking beside you, a toothpick between his lips with his eyes meeting your own.

"You alright, doll?" His words were lighter than usual which made Techs eyes meet your own too. Crosshairs usual nickname for you would usually make you grin ear to ear and come up with a nickname for him, but not today. Instead you moved your gaze toward the floor which caused a confused expression to form on both of their faces.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" You lied through your teeth and Tech seemed to pick up on that, exchanging an uncertain glance with Crosshair. Moving his focus back to his datapad, not wanting to furtherly upset you, he began to type a little more - finally finding the location of the supplies needed. Bringing up a hologram of the map, he smiled a little and stopped. Both of you stopped beside him viewing the map that he had worked hard on finding.

"I believe the best chance at finding these supplies would reside within this area here." He pointed to a red X that lit up against the blue background. Crosshair nodded slightly before turning to you.

"You know this place better than any of us." You hid your sigh, bringing your hands toward one another to lightly fiddle with your fingertips. "Do you know a place we could go?" You knew exactly where to go, but your bully ran that store and you really didn't want to deal with it. Then again, the sooner this was over, the quicker You could leave with the items.

"Yeah, just follow me." Tech Shut down the hologram with a nod, both men following closely behind you. The buildings weren't as fall as the cities that lay nearby, but in your opinion it was still as equally busy. Pushing past groups of people haggling different vendors you finally approached the store You thought you'd never have to Step foot into again. Things were different now though, you were a Strong and skilled individual with many people who treasured you - especially the Bad Batch. "Okay, just stay out here, I'll get what we need." Without looking back, You drew in a Sharp breath and walked into the store.

"Well if it isn't Y/n!" The voice alone made you want to run away and throw up, so many memories rushing through your head of how horribly he had treated you.

"Look, I just don't want any trouble - I just need some supplies." The man stood with a laugh, moving over toward you with each step making you feel smaller and smaller. 

"I don't think that's something I'm willing to help you with, brat." He pushed you into a shelf behind you which made you wince. Gathering some confidence, you shoved him back and glared.

"I need those supplies." His laugh made your mind throw out any training you had,  bringing you back into the mindset you grew up in - small and fragile. Grabbing you by your  shirt, his nails dug against the fabric.

"I couldn't give a Kriff, I don't like it when you think you've got power over me." Before another word could leave his mouth, hands grabbed his shoulders which made him let go of you, your bully being thrown across the room straight into a shelving unit. Tech gently pulled you back into his arms, protectively holding you against his chest.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" Tech's voice was gentle as he rubbed the marks against your shoulder. You could only nod a little as you watched Crosshair punch the man and shove his rifle against his head.

"If you ever dare to go near y/n again, I will ensure my rifle ends your pathetic life." His words were filled with venom but they genuinely warmed your heart. Cross placed his rifle against his back again before grabbing a crate of the supplies. "You're paying for this." He smirked lightly before moving towards you and Tech who had since picked you up against his chest. 

"Are you alright, Mesh'la?" Crosshair asked, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheek which made you melt. Nodding lightly you hide yourself against Tech's neck, tears threatening to spill.

"I'm sorry to drag you both into this I tried not to but-" Tech soon cut your own voice off, a serious but soft expression upon his face.

"We're a team, yln. Nobody can hurt you with us, okay?" Crosshair opened the door, smiling lightly at you. 

"They mess with you, then they mess with us." Tech gently carried you out of the building,a weight lifting from your shoulders. They were with you, all of the Bad Batch and they would never let anybody hurt you again - nobody would bully you. You were strong and even stronger with them.

" I'm sure Hunter will be pleased we got these supplies for free."

#Crosshair #Tech #the bad batch #Tbb #Badbatch #x reader #Fanfiction #star wars #Starwars #Clone Force 99 #The bad batch x reader

[rainydaydream-gal18]

Bad Batch: The Beast Within (Part 4)

Werewolf!AU

OG Request: Okay, now I need a fourth part to the Werewolf Tech fic so much. Just of the aftermath of them all transforming. Sorry, it's just so good 🥰

Warnings: werewolves

   "What do we do?" Wrecker grunted.  He buried his face in his hands as the change took place.  “Is there a way to stop this?”

   Tech could only watch as his squad began their first transformation, their pained groans chorusing in the night and filling his ears.  He flinched with each one.  This was the last thing he wanted.

   "I'm afraid I haven't gotten that far in my research," he said solemnly. "I kept hitting...roadblocks."

   "You mean where you turn into that?" Crosshair hissed.  He was kneeling on the ground, teeth clenched, as the fur began to grow out.  Tech ignored the tactless phrasing of his brother’s statement.  He was right, after all.

   “Something along those lines.”  he paused.  “There were times I transformed and had no memory of what happened- which is why I took precautions with a new security system.  I’m still not entirely certain of what triggers these episodes, but I believe I’ve made significant progress.”

   By now, the others had completely transformed.  Wrecker, Crosshair, and Echo stood in their new wolf forms, glancing back and forth in amazement.  The scenery around the squad had grown dark as the sun set.  Hunter’s eyes flicked open, shining bronze as they reflected light emitting from the Marauder.  The other’s eyes flashed each time the light caught them.

   “I’m sorry…” Tech spoke up again.  “If I had been-”

   “Tech,” Hunter said, resting a clawed hand on his brother’s shoulder.  “You’re a smart man.  All of the research you’ve conducted between transformations, and even during… all the notes...  It’s going to be very useful to all of us.”

   Tech lowered his head, though his eyes glanced up toward his brother.  “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t need to use it.”

   “It wasn’t something you could control,” Crosshair pointed out.

   “Yeah,” Wrecker agreed.  He shifted his weight, somewhat preoccupied with observing his wolf form.  He stared at his claws in fascination.  “We don’t blame you.  Besides, this might not be so bad after all.”

   “Look,” Echo added.  “Hunter’s right.  The best thing we can do is utilize the research you’ve done, Tech.  We are fortunate to have it.”

   Tech wasn’t entirely convinced, but it was plain to see that his brothers’ encouragement did him some good.  His shoulders lifted and gaze was set in determination as he thought of the best place to start.  Before he could say anything more on the matter, Hunter’s ears perked.  As a matter of fact, the whole squad perked their ears at the high-pitched sound.  It was nearly amusing to see everyone react to their heightened hearing.  Normally, Hunter would have been the only one to hear the sound.

   “Incoming comm,” Echo said.  “A new mission?  What do we do?  We can’t go...like this.”

   “If it’s a mission, we don’t have much of a choice,” Hunter said.   “Werewolf or not, we’ve got a job to do.”

. . . .

   The squad had managed to revert to their human form after some time.  They responded to the comm signal and received the next mission.  Things had been difficult as it was just having Tech as a werewolf.  But after they all transformed, things became more complicated.  There were little things such as increased territoriality, which made the squad just slightly more aggressive- even Wrecker.  

   As the Marauder zoomed through hyperspace, carrying them to their destination, they settled on staying in their own corners.  It was a small space to begin with, but they’d make it work.

   Hunter watched as Echo and Tech sat in the cockpit, facing opposite directions in their seats.  It was a somewhat amusing sight, but his mind was occupied with other things.  The squad would need to find a cure eventually.  Could the Kaminoans be trusted?  He wasn’t so sure.  All he knew was that he could trust his squad.  His pack.

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[starwarslostepisodes]

It’s “technically” spoilers but I drew a panel from my bad batch story even though I’m not even close to this point... ^^’

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[pedrostories]

Welcome to Pedro Stories! We’re a new source blog for fanfiction written for characters Pedro Pascal has played. We hope to be a place to make finding fics easier for readers while also promoting the many talented authors across fandoms! 💜

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Let’s start with a list of amazing writers worth following! 

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[hellothere-generalangsty]

Hi! It's me again! I can't stop thinking about your latest fanfiction, so I have another question!

Can you say something more about Hunter and Crosshair's relationship? Because if I understand correctly they both have a common past, but they don't get along well.

If this is a secret for now, please ignore this message 😅

Hunter – Home (TBB Western AU)

Summary: He promised himself to find him. He didn’t care how long, how far, how hard it would be, he'd find him. He'd bring him home.

Word Count: ≈1683 words

CW/ TW: Angsty™; western stuff, fighting, injuries, cut, blood, mention of betrayal, of alcohol, etc. Also death threats. The word “bullshit” is used once; aaand you may or may not hate me a bit after reading it xD

Tags: @chaoticvampirejedi @loth-wolffe @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @mintywriteswritings @dusk-dawn-and-stars @tacticalsparkles @imalovernotahater @canwestayinthisdream @wakeupjackthisisntfair @namesmox @badbatch-simp24 @lightning-wolffe @maddieskywalker @for-the-love-of-clones @m-e-w-117 @99squad @equalityforcats @ladykatakuri @techssexythighs @twinkofthedink

@firelordillyria @andiebell2023

Notes: This is the one. This is how the story really begins. Let me tell you I am. SO Excited. A tad bit nervous too because I don’t want to disappoint y’all but ya know. :’D

Also the songs Through The Valley – Shawn James and Little one – Highly Suspect have been playing on loop while I was writing this, because they just fit. So perfectly. For both of them.

Hunter had made a halt in a small village after a two days ride under the hot sun, stuck between the walls of a narrow canyon that could awake a feeling of claustrophobia in the bravest souls out there. Though he didn’t cross path with any bandits, his horse almost hurt itself on the way to the valley, forcing him to stop his travel. He had been on a lead for weeks now, trying, almost desperately, to put an end to this hunt and go home, victorious. But time was passing by, his days were getting shorter, his nights lonelier.

“A room for the night.”

The old man at the counter of the deserted inn shrugged. He opened a notebook and skimmed through it for a few seconds before closing it again.

“We don’t have that here,” he groaned, putting the notebook under the counter on a shelf Hunter could not see from where he was standing. “Try Marauder Valley. Got plenty of rooms there.”

“And where is it?”

The bell of the small shop rang at the same time, and the old man pointed his chin to the person who just came in. A perfectly timed entrance.

“I’ll get your order, give me a second.” The old man’s voice sounded less aggressive as he acknowledged the new client and walked toward the store room, disappearing behind the open door.

Hunter stood silent, trying to hold back a low sigh as he turned his head just enough to look over his shoulder, his eyes glancing at the floor until he saw the boots of the man who approached the counter. He noticed the slow, controlled pace, as well as the gun against the waist of the man. A tall, thin man that forced him to look up as he greeted him. He had a scar around the right eye, short grey curls loosely falling on his forehead, and a wheat stem in his mouth.

Hunter’s chest contracted in a painful shock, freezing his body in a cold rush of adrenaline as he assimilated the information. Any element of surprise was spoiled now; but the hunt was over. He had found him.

Crosshair’s hand reached for the grip of his gun in a very natural – almost automatic – way, his breath so quiet Hunter almost felt like he was in the presence of a ghost. The tension in the shop became painfully obvious, and the old man returning to the counter with a wooden box was the only thing preventing any misdemeanour.

“Come back next week, I’ll have the rest by then,” he commented, and as Crosshair grabbed the box, added, “The man wants to go to Marauder Valley.”

Crosshair locked his eyes on Hunter as he turned around, his words coming out in a slow, spiteful hiss.

“He’ll find his way, don’t worry.”

The bell rang again, and by the time Hunter realised what had just happened, Crosshair was gone.

.

Hunter had decided to leave his horse for the night, in order for it to get some rest after days of walking. Marauder Valley was only a few kilometres away, and he couldn’t afford to wait until the next morning.

He had expected a busy little town, but when he arrived, there was nothing to see but closed houses and a few footsteps on the ground, brushed away by the wind. Something felt odd, as if he was being watched. He was expected.

The clicking of a cylinder completed the sensation of a cold muzzle pressing against the back of his head and confirmed his intuition.

“You had to come here.”

He assumed, since he was still standing, that he had a chance to talk. He needed to. Slowly, calculating his every move, Hunter turned around to face…him. His eyes met nothing but a veil behind the whiskey pupils of the man he had spent so much time looking for.

“Col, listen-“, he started, but was immediately interrupted by a low, bitter “Crosshair.” He frowned, and Col – Crosshair – insisted, his voice coated by a frightening coldness.

“That’s my name. Remember?”

He did. The same way he was now being remembered of the gun lightly pressing his forehead. In an instant, he became aware of his surroundings; the heavy heat of the sun burning through his hat, his sore throat, the pain beating of his heart under his skin, the weight of his gun at his belt.

“Don’t think about it,” Crosshair’s voice snapped, as if he could read his mind like an open book. “You’d be dead before you’d know it.”

“Col- Crosshair, please, listen.

He expected to be interrupted, but nothing happened. Crosshair was staring at him – in him – but his patience was running low, and his finger itched to pull the trigger.

“I found you.” the words gave more weight to what was happening. Hunter let out a long sigh, as if he could finally breathe, after years of struggling. “I found you. I’ve been looking for you since…Since you left.”

“How sweet of you.” Crosshair barely tilted his head, unable to give him even the slightest ironic smile.

“I didn’t want for it to happen. I didn’t want you to leave.”

“Sure about that?”

“You shouldn’t have disappeared the way you did. Everyone was so worried – our parents, me. You should have stayed with us…with me. We could have worked through it.” Crosshair let out a spiteful chuckle. “What?”

“‘Worked through it’.”

Hunter felt his blood run cold in his veins. There was something utterly terrifying in the calm intonation Crosshair used, in the way his head turned to the side as a smile finally appeared on his face, seemingly heartfelt, truly amused. It barely took Hunter a second to guess he was about to be killed.

Then, there was pain. So vivid, so strong, it made him stagger and instinctively bring his hand to his face. He soon realised how bad of an idea it was when he felt the cold, hard barrel hit his fingers. He somehow managed to avoid another punch as Crosshair’s voice raised with each word he was pronouncing.

“Work through it, uh? You came here,” Hunter managed to disarm him, “thinking that we,” Crosshair punched him on his bruised cheek, “could work through it?!”

Hunter grabbed his wrist just in time to stop another punch, but Crosshair had guessed, and immediately went to twist his arm and force Hunter on his knees. From then on, Hunter had lost the little control he had left. The pain in his arm was a convincing enough argument to obey the silent order Crosshair gave him – he fell face first against the dusty ground, blood spurting from his mouth and coating his cheek. He could hardly make the difference between the stings and the sensation of a burn on his face, yet could feel the dust and his hair sticking to the warm red liquid, as well as the sudden emptiness of his gun’s holster.

“You seem to forget…”

Hunter’s heart stopped as two gunshots resonated behind him.

Crosshair’s breath was heavy, his heart pounding so hard in his chest it could rip his skin apart. He pushed the cylinder out of the gun, emptied it of all the bullets, letting them fall on the ground as Hunter was slowly getting back on his knees, his face covered in dust and blood.

Crosshair tried to talk. He wanted to scream at Hunter, to spit all the things that had happened, all the times he had felt so lonely, so isolated; he wanted to punch him until his knuckles were covered in the same bloody dust, until he could leave a scar on his face. So he could see, he could feel-

The gun dropped in a thud, breaking his thread of thoughts. When he looked down at his hands, he noticed they were shaking. He quickly abandoned the idea of closing his fingers in a fist, deciding instead to stretch them as he turned around to walk away. He couldn’t kill him. He just couldn’t.

“Col!”

Hunter pushed on his legs to get up, trying not to trip on his feet as he did so. The metallic taste coating his tongue and the words burning in his throat made him want to puke.

“I’m not leaving! You-“he coughed, spitting some blood in the process- “You know that! I’ll bring you home!”

A burning wave ran through his body when Crosshair froze. He had just touched a very sore spot, and realised as Crosshair swiftly turned around to come back on his steps that it may not have been his brightest idea.

“You’re not going to do anything,” Crosshair’s voice was low, but Hunter could almost hear the rage boiling in his chest as he was talking, “there’s no home, no working through it, no we.”

Hunter flinched as Crosshair pushed his finger against his chest. The veil in his eyes was gone, and for a second Hunter could read all the pain and anger in the eyes staring at him. Then the pressure on his chest disappeared, and Crosshair turned around, walked away. His hands were still shaking, his heart painfully pulsing in his chest, and the familiar impression of slowly suffocating awoke in him a fear that he had spent so much time trying to bury.

You want to stay? Fine, stay. You’ll learn how it feels like to not belong.

Hunter felt a pain in his jaw, realised he had been clenching it for…He couldn’t tell how long. He took a deep breath, looked around him until he saw the saloon’s sign. It seemed to be the only open property around.

He tried not to stumble as he got inside, but allowed himself to let himself drop on one of the high chair close to the counter. A strong, short lady appeared on the other side. She stared at his swollen face for a few seconds, frowning.

“Welcome to Marauder Valley. What d’you want?”

“A whisky please,” He grabbed the glass, slowly swirled the warm brown liquid before he added, “and a room for the night.”

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb western au #mesa writes #crosshair #hunter #western crosshair #western hunter #chaoticvampirejedi 💗 #hope you'll enjoy it! #sw tbb fic #sw tbb #sw au #western au #tbb au #tbb bunter #tbb crosshair #I am SO EXCITED OMG

[the-bad-batch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: Fluff and Crack, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fanfiction mentioned, AO3 mentioned Series: Part 16 of Flash Fiction Challenge Summary:

Flash fic challenge

Honestly, I'm sorry. I don't know where this came from.

Yennefer and Tissaia argue about their respective HP ships.

Bellamione vs Cissamione

#yennaia #Yennefer x Tissaia #Tissaia De Vries #Yennefer Vengerberg #Bellamione #Cissamione

[eileniessa]

Yennaia Flash Fiction Challenge - DAY 5

If you are interested in participting in this challenge you can view the rules HERE.

For 14/08/2020 see HERE.

For 15/08/2020 see HERE

For 16/08/2020 see HERE

For 17/08/2020 see HERE

Yennaia Flash Fiction 18/08/2020

Kapua (AO3) / @kapuahiwahiwa (Total Submissions: 16)

Held My Breath For A Decade

I Realize To Be Happy (Maybe I Need A Little Company)

So Lucky (That I'm Balanced Now)

BadBatch (Forever_Cynical) (AO3) / @the-bad-batch (Total Submissions: 16)

In her arms (My Mind Finally Quietens)

The Great Fanfiction Debate (Bellamione VS Cissamione)

I'm Sorry (I don't think you meant it when you said you didn't want me)

ClydeThistles (Total Submissions: 3)

The Girl I Love Is Up In The Gallery

GayLlamaFromSpace / @gayllamafromspace (Total Submissions: 5)

Killing Me Softly With Her Song (Let Me Know You How You Know Me)

BloodInTheFields / @blood-inthefields (Total Submissions: 1)

and now the surface ripples

thinkbucket / @tiredthinkbucket (Total Submissions: 3)

but will you ever get to hold me? - Chapter 4

#witcher #witcher fanfiction #fanfiction #yennefer #tissaia #yennaia #yennaia flash fiction challenge

[omorales81]

Turns out I was semi-prophetic with the #Mandalorian fan fiction I put out last October. Enjoying how this plays out in the #BadBatch ! #SciFi #FanFiction #StarWars #ComicArt #ComicsTwitter #WritingCommunity

[witcherfic]

BadBatch (Forever_Cynical) August 18, 2020 at 09:21AM

by BadBatch (Forever_Cynical)

Flash fic challenge

Honestly, I'm sorry. I don't know where this came from.

Yennefer and Tissaia argue about their respective HP ships.

Bellamione vs Cissamione

Words: 642, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 16 of Flash Fiction Challenge

Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Additional Tags: Fluff and Crack, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fanfiction mentioned, AO3 mentioned

#witcher #witcher fic #fic recs #ao3feed

[thebadbatch]

The Bad Batch: Soft Universe

Chapter One - Just like you.

Sudden waves of calm sent drastic waves throughout the Havoc Marauder, the newly dubbed Attack Shuttle that five advanced clones called home along with a smaller clone, a child with pure generation I DNA who also called the ship her home.

The calm waves were well welcomed among those within the ship, they had only just completed a mission that had been given to them by Cid, a rather dangerous mission at that. Yes, they were used to blaster fire, it was in their blood to adjust to it.

They were literally made to contribute their own blue fire to intertwine and drown out the blazing red bullets that threatened many on an unfortunate daily basis. Despite how they were made, every clone needed a break after a while, especially the young clone - or so they had thought anyway.

"That was Amazing!" Omega Squealed, rushing over to the others who had thrown themselves into their assigned seats in the cockpit absolutely drained after their Solid twelve hour mission. "Don't you guys think So too?" She took a Sharp breath in, channelling her energy through her legs as she rushed to each individual member of the batch. "You were all so Cool! And did you see me with my bow? I'm getting so much better at it, aren't I crosshair?" Her large eyes darted toward crosshair who was currently slumped against his chair, a new toothpick against his teeth. 

"I Suppose so." He mumbled, looking away from her energy filled eyes and focusing on the calmer view of the billions of Stars that littered the Space before them. Omega's previous smile Somehow got even bigger at Crosshair 's mumbled praise. 

"You did great, kid!" Wrecker beamed, going toward Omega and patting her back with a lot less force compared to the other members, but due to her Small size she still stumbled a little which caused a laugh to leave her lips. "And it's the end of the mission so you know what that means!" She practically became the beaming twin Suns of Tatooine at this point.

"Mantell Mix!" She Shrieked, bouncing in her Place as Wrecker laughed at her enthusiasm. Suddenly Hunter chimed in, turning around in his chair and rubbing his head, the Previous mission leaving him with a Simple patch of bacta on his arm and an absolute killer headache due to the planet's atmosphere messing with his senses. 

"Is Mantell Mix really the best idea with Omega?" His voice chimed in, "She's already excited enough I don't think Sugar will help." Omega and Wrecker Stared sadly toward their Squads leader, Pouting a little at his disapproval.

"But it's tradition!" Wrecker intersected, a bouncing omega next to him clinging to his side to encourage him to change his mind, they just had to have their Mantell Mix It was the only option. "And it makes the kid happy." Hunter let out a Sigh, rubbing his head a little more and giving them both a rather Persistent gaze.

"Are you sure it's just the kid that makes it happy?" He asked, referencing Wrecker who's eyes always lit up at the sight of the sweet tasting treat, he just crossed his arms in response though.

"The Mantell mix should be fine, She seems to be experiencing an adrenaline rush due to the intensity of the Mission." Tech Paused for a moment, fiddling with the datapad that laid within his grip. "Symptoms may include a rapid heart rate, Sweating, heightened senses and of course the most obvious ones of rapid breathing, decreased ability to feel pain and what's intriguing is there's actually an increase of Strength and performance - hence her bow Skills seemed to improve rather drastically during that mission." Tech paused again to type a little into his datapad browsing through the various load of knowledge before making eye contact with a fidgety Omega, still bouncing on her feet. "Oh and of course, the most prominent symptom in Omega is feeling jittery or nervous and can't Sit Still. It helps the excess energy I presume." Wrecker had of course stopped listening half way through, but was a little Worried about their Omega. It was a very chaotic and tough mission, they had a few close calls which probably made things worse if She didn't have enough adrenaline already rushing through her tiny body, the other clones could handle it though due to their training and they were a lot bigger compared to her, hence the numbed effect on them.

"Yeah yeah." Wrecker rushed, "Can she have the Mantell Mix or not?" 

"In Short- Yes." Tech replied, shutting off his computer and turning back in his seat to set the Marauders Coordinates. A large cheer shattered the Previously Soothing Silence followed by a Soft wince from Hunter, his headache presumably worse. 

 "When are we landing!" She rushed Over to the control panels, desperate to do Something to get them there quicker. 

"Woah there kid," Echo gently lifted her up, Moving her away from the control panel and gently placing her next to Hunter, "We'll be there soon. Why don't you rest up for now?" Once Echo's gentle grip left her, She moved into Hunter's arms in what appeared to be a protest.

"But I'm not tired!" All of the nightmare training they had to endure never prepared them to care for a child, so whenever she protested It was always a shock. Soldiers were made to follow orders but what they kept forgetting was that she isn't a soldier, she's just a child. 

"You will be once the adrenaline leaves your system." Tech warned, "I Suggest you leave to rest now ready for another day of adventuring." She signed and nodded, her excitement already beginning to leave being replaced with a rapid heart rate and a lot of sudden anxiety which caused her to shuffle further into Hunter's arms.

"Yeah, okay." Omega agreed, gently holding onto Hunter's arm as he gave her a small smile, it was late anyway. They'd arrive by morning which meant that they could go Straight to Cids to retrieve their Credits and quite possibly their next mission. Hunter soon stood, softly holding her smaller hand and guiding her to her room aboard their ship. Pulling back the grey curtains, a small room was awakened with stars being shown among the large window. It was a tight fit, but it was worth losing the space so Omega could have her own room. She slowly climbed up the ladder, her eyes always fixating on the orange glow of the fairy lights hanging around the room. She always looked at the soothing tone before searching beneath her blankets to find her clone doll and Lula. Once both toys were securely in her arms, she smiled softly at Hunter, shuffling herself into the blankets and the bigger sleeping bag that lay in the centre of the room so when she laid down against the pillow, she could roam her eyes among the stars. 

"Are you comfortable?" His voice whispered, chuckling gently at her small body bombarded with blankets. 

"Yeah!" She smiled in return, a sleepy haze replacing her previously energetic gaze. Hunter noticed her heart race was starting to drop quite quickly and her breathing had begun to slow itself down, the adrenaline rush Tech had previously mentioned was definitely starting to wear off. "But can you stay for a little while?"

"How come?" He questioned, sitting on the edge of her room with his familiar grin. "You're supposed to be sleeping." She sighed a little, clinging to her clone doll and staring at him with those curious eyes he could just never say no to. 

"But I want to hear more stories about you and the others!" A pout formed on her lips, a pang of guilt filling Hunter for even wanting to leave. "But if you don't want to tell me then that's okay! I'll ask Tech." An instant gasp left his lips as he remembered the last eight times he had woken during the night to find Tech sitting with Omega and rambling about the variety of planets there are, missions, the past and pretty much anything she could think of. She's a curious girl and that always interrupted her sleep Cycle - her racing mind never stopped and Tech was the only one who could keep up and enjoyed doing so. 

"Fine, okay." He chuckled, secretly loving to tell her stories about her brothers. "Did I ever tell you about our missions during the clone Wars?" She shook her head, gazing at him with wide eyes. "We were assigned to help assist Anakin Skywalker and Rex to find Echo."

 "Anakin Skywalker?" She asked, tilting her head at this newly learnt name. 

"He was a Jedi and a great commander, but obviously we were better and cooler." He paused to clear his throat, "Anyway…" Hunter continued to jumble on about how they fought and how each enhanced skills helped them on that mission that surprisingly went amazingly well. 

"Hunter?" A sleepy voice asked toward the end of his story, a little surprised that she interrupted a story - this must be important. "What's my enhanced skill?" She questioned, squeezing Lula close to her chest. In all honesty, he had absolutely no idea What her skill was, only that she had pure first generation DNA from Jango Fett which was pretty fascinating, but a skill like theirs? He was stumped.

"Well you're getting great with your bow now Omega!" He grinned, remembering how much the accuracy of the shots she took had improved rather significantly. Hunter was definately proud, just like the rest of the Bad Batch were.

"No." She whined, sitting up a little. "What's my enhanced skill like everyone else has?" Omega paused for a moment, a worried yet sleepy gaze coating her eyes. "Don't I have one?"

"I'm not sure, kid." His eyes lit up as he smiled, "Why don't we find out soon?" She nodded with a big grin plastered along her face. "Now get some sleep ready for that, Okay?" In return he got a smaller smile and a nod as she snuggled herself back dawn with her two toys, almost instantly falling asleep before a gentle sentence left the bundle of soft blankets.

"Goodnight Hunter." A soft voice whispered before finally falling into a deeper sleep, unknowing to Hunter's next words.

"Goodnight, Ad'ika." Hunter softly drew the curtain to the room filled with a soft orange glow, blocking it out before walking toward the others and sitting back into his chair with a sigh. Staring forward, he allowed the passing planets to fill his mind as to what memories he had made at the ones he and the rest of the batch had  visited. Many of course not among the greatest circumstances but memories nonetheless. Wrecker soon stood and Stretched with an abrupt yawn. 

"I'm getting Pretty tired, who's on first watch anyway?" The brothers gazed around at each other, eyes eventually falling toward Tech for an answer as he had always been the one to memorise their sleep cycles and plan out a well organised chedule on who would take watch and when.

"According to my calculations, Echo will be the first to keep watch followed by me, Wrecker, Crosshair followed by Hunter. Is that satisfactory to you all still?" A mumble of sleepy nods were shared in response as Wrecker smiled and moved toward their shared bunks. 

"I'll be off then!" He spoke, unable to suppress his yawn as he wandered away to prepare for bed.

"Are you all heading off now then? I think it's best to sleep now for the day we'll probably have tomorrow." Echo spoke, replacing himself with Tech in the pilot's seat, ensuring he was comfortable. The others had agreed and shared their various goodnights and moved away to their bunks, settling down and Just like Omega had, they all drifted off to sleep- replenishing their energy for the morning. 

Hours had passed to the stage in the sleep cycle where Crosshair was keeping watch, his feet thrown by the controls which he knew Tech wasn't awake to see so it didn't really matter. He was pretty relaxed chewing against his toothpick, adjusting to himself functioning awake. Crosshair had always struggled to keep the physical effects of steep at bay once he had awoken but don't think for a second that it dampened his skill. What had startled him though were the soft footsteps behind him followed by a very gentle voice that followed.

"Crosshair?" Omega whispered, "Are you awake?" Removing his feet from the control panel, much to sleeping Tech's glee, he turned in the chair to see a rather tense looking Omega Clinging to both her doll and Lula. Great,he'd rather deal with blaster fire then with a kid's problems. Maybe that was a lie, but regardless he wasnt really experienced with kids and he didn't want to mess her up like he felt he was. 

"Yeah, kid." He spoke, voice thinned out and a little tierd. "What do you want?" 

"I don't think I feel great." Her voice mumbled, "My heart feels fast and my mind won't let me sleep." He sighed a little knowing he'd have to take care of the worried child before him, he seemed cold-hearted to everyone around him but he knew his brothers know that that isn't the case. He supposed this was his chance to let his little sister know that too.

"Anything on your mind?" He asked, trying to rid his voice of the sour tune that he had grown accustomed to using. She seemed rather lonely shuffling on her feet, gripping her toys closer to her chest. 

"I think I'm nervous about tomorrow…" Crosshair gave a soft gesture to let her know that it was okay to carry on, he was there. "Hunter promised me that he'd help me try to find my enhanced Skill! I really want one so I can be more like you guys. That way I can be more helpful too!" Omega drew a sharp breath inward, "But what if I don't  have one? What if i'm even less helpful because of it. What if I'm not like my big brothers?" Her smaller Kamonian thick accent began to shake as a bundle more 'what ifs' left her mouth.

"Hey," Crosshair interrupted, a shot of genuine physical pain shooting through his heart at the tears which began to loom over her usually bright and hopeful eyes. "No more What if's. You're always going to be apart of this team with or without an enhanced skill. We may not find it Straight away if you do have one, but even if you don't have one it's nothing to get worked up about." His attempt to soothe her didn't work the way he had wanted it to, but she did seem calmer than before.  "You'll do fine, kid." Something amongst his heart encouraged him to open his arms despite everything in his mind telling him to just make her go back to bed. Before he could gain control of his half-awake mind, his arms had opened and those words left his mouth. "Go back to bed, Ad'ika." Omega had thrown herself into his arms, hugging him tightly with the doll and Lula present. He thought that he should feel embarrased or angry - but if anything he just felt a wave of pride wash over him. She wanted to be like them? Even after everything that had happened? For Sure She had a very compassionate and empathetic heart, but he didn't think that it was as Strong as this.

"I want to stay with you." Her muffled voice mumbled as she gently climbed to sit on his lap clearly in a sleepy and stressed out daze. Crosshair didn't respond to her heart-filling request as he watched Hunter gently approach by them both. Both brothers Shared a understanding nod, eventhough Crosshairs was a little hesitant. He didn't mind holding his little sister for longer, but she needed her sleep. She was overtierd and anxious enough. Hunter lifted Omega Softly from Crosshairs arms as the sniper dusted himself off returning to taking watch until she was back in bed. Luckily, Omega had already fallen asleep against Crosshair, so Hunter putting her back to bed was no problem at all. Once he returned, he stood behind his brother.

"Thanks, you can head back to bed now." Hunter hummed, taking the freed Seat as Crosshair left with a soft mumble and scrowl as per usual. Once he was out of sight, he leant back with a gentle sigh knowing how upset she'd be without an enhanced Skill of her own. Though at this point, he was pretty certain it was stratedgy. Things would become clearer by morning though, he knew Tech may be able to find out before she woke. "All in due time." he mumbled softly, waiting for the planet they were waiting to land on to appear, desperate to get their credits. This wouldn't take too long, they'd find out soon doing anything to make his Ad'ika happy.

#Omega #the bad batch #Tbb #Clone Force 99 #Starwars #Star wars #Fanfiction #Hunter #Tech #Crosshair #Wrecker #Echo #Badbatch #Just like you

[starwarslostepisodes]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Original Female Character(s), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Original Female Character(s), Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) & Original Female Character(s), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/Original Female Character(s), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) & Original Female Character(s), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) & Original Female Character(s) Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Melodie Character(s), Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Additional Tags: mature - Freeform, Star Wars: The Clone Wars Season 7, Vacation, Marrage, Bonding, Trip - Freeform, Special Mission, mission, Sexual Themes, Sex, mature themes, Adulting, Jealousy, coming to terms, Emotional, Drama, Drama & Romance, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Drama, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Eventual Smut, Romance, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Needs a Hug, Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Kinks Summary:

Rarely do we ever discuss those lost, adult episodes.

The episodes of Starwars that are geared towards adults only.

Those exclusive episodes with the meat and potatoes we all love, with heavy gravy.

Drama, relationship issues, crap like that. That a younger audience would never care for.

But we know most starwars fans are adults, you want the veil lifted, you want the stake.

And we are hear to deliver such a meal of the finest caliber!

Take a peek into another lost episode, whether you consider these lost episodes cannon is entirely up to you~

#starwars #star wars #clone wars #clonewars #bad batch #badbatch #fanfiction #story #expanded #universe #archive of our own #archiveofourown #ao3 #tech #crosshair #hunter #echo #wrecker #rex #nicfi #clones #characters #aliens #fiction #fantasy #sifi #fun #drama #adventure #romance