#echo: WHY DID YOU LET HER GO NEAR OMEGA

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echo’s gonna hear from omega that they met ventress and he’s going to start yelling at them

#echo: THAT SEPRATIST CRIMINAL- #echo: WHY DID YOU LET HER GO NEAR OMEGA #echo: WHY DID YALL FIGHT HER- #star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch echo #the bad batch omega #tbb #sw tbb #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch season 3 #tbb s3

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So, here’s the thing. The finale is weird. Yes, I’m hurt by the fact that Tech didn’t come back and that a character that’s very near and dear to my heart was badly handled, and that will never sit right with me. But even apart from that, the finale fundamentally does not function as a piece of storytelling or as the end to this story. I’m glad that people are enjoying it, and I will never tell anyone not to. But I don’t think it works. (I get very negative about the TBB finale under the cut.)

It’s not just the Tech stuff or the CX-2 stuff (which may very well have been the same stuff) that got dropped. It’s *everything*. Every theme, Every narrative thread besides retrieving Omega, every character arc except marginally Omega’s, Echo’s (also marginal), and Emerie’s, which was the shortest and gets wrapped up by her deciding to help Echo rescue the kids. It all stops. It makes everything that came before seem cheap and pointless if you take it into account. And this is so, so frustrating for me, because the entire show was driving towards this incredibly rich payoff, it could have been immaculate, and then it whiffed the ball so bad in the last episode that it didn’t just miss, it managed to knock over the bleachers and set the entire court on fire.

Some examples:

1. This season had a really interesting exploration of Crosshair’s PTSD via his hand tremor and how it was something he can learn to manage, but not something that would ever fully go away. Aaaaand then his hand gets chopped off. One, that was stupid. I’ve seen some excellent posts (here’s one by @the-bi-space-ace) detailing why that was a terrible way to handle Crosshair’s lingering trauma, and others talking about how the idea there was that Crosshair needed to move on and it was severing his last ties with the empire. The former, I agree with; the latter, I don’t, because not only—not only!—does this episode stop dealing with Crosshair’s trauma, it doesn’t even deal with having cut off his hand! It just sort of occurs. No one reacts to it, no one says anything about it, there’s no follow up or commentary, nothing happens as a result—it’s an event which occurs with no results coming after it. It may as well be an animation error. You can say it was about Crosshair needing to let go and move on, but that’s something you have to project on to the text, not something that’s actually offered by it. It’s empty.

2. Crosshair again: We also have the lingering issue of Crosshair’s guilt and the fact that he never seems to get to a point where it’s resolved. There’s set up for a resolution. We have that, “Sure you have,” like about Crosshair from Rampart. We also have Crosshair saying he deserves whatever happens to him in Tantiss. And then…no pushback. No resolution. No moment of Crosshair realizing that he doesn’t need to carry that burden. Nothing that says he didn’t deserve what happened to him. He had all this character development this season, but he needed - last little push to forgive himself—and we never get any indication that he does. It, like his trauma, gets dropped like a rock.

3. Hey! More Crosshair! A good chunk of Crosshair’s arc this season was about learning that anyone can change, first, and that no one is beyond saving. Eeexcept that goes no where.

4. Which brings me to my next point: There is set up for the CXs to be saved. Even if we’re laboring under the conclusion that CX-2 was never intended to be Tech at any point in the writing process (I have. Doubts. Yes, I’m calling the creative team liars, here, but with the understanding that they have contracts that may require them to lie), we do have the set up where we learn the electrocyanide zappers can be removed, and with Rex offering forgiveness to CX-1. “Whatever they did to you, whatever you’ve done, you’re still one of us.” CX-Tech or no, Crosshair’s arc was tied up with the CX plot, and because he’s the one the CXs tend to react to—or, at least, understands what was done to them—the set up was there for him to help save and maybe rehab the CXs. At the least, there was an indication that they could be saved. Eeexcept nope! That gets dropped like a rock, too, and they’re not going to deal with it. Time for maximum carnage.

5. Hunter’s arc actually takes a step backwards. Sure, he gets a technically happy ending, but because the squad is basically in the same place they were in “Pabu” back in season two (down a member but successfully hiding from the Empire in a safe place), it negates Hunter’s development towards actually taking action—and actually hurts Echo’s arc, too.

There’s been this tension all through the show between just sitting things out on the one hand (Hunter’s way) and taking direct action despite the futility on the other (Echo’s way), but instead of finding some kind of middle ground or third road, it sort of comes back around to saying that, actually, Hunter was right, they should have just gone to Idaflor back in episode three and never left even though the Pabu invasion said that no, you can’t just hide, and even Hunter’s development was moving in the opposite direction. And this also means that Echo never reaches a point where he feels like he can walk away and that he doesn’t have to get himself killed doing this. Despite development otherwise they both end up back at that conversation in “Tipping Point” without any move in either direction or resolution of that tension.

6. Omega. Okay, Omega probably comes out the best after the finale, and, conceptually, I actually love the idea of Omega becoming a pilot even if the epilogue falls a little flat for me. But stuff with Omega still got dropped, including:

- The force stuff. We have two episodes dealing with m-count (after learning in episode three what Omega was created to do). We also have Ventress telling Omega that she doesn’t have a high m-count as far as she can see, Crosshair immediately calling Ventress out for lying, and then Ventress basically saying, “Yeah, no shit, but if she has force potential she’d have to leave you behind, and it doesn’t matter what your opinion on that is, so I’m not dealing with that.” Aaaand then,m. That. Goes nowhere. Despite a bit of set up for Omega connecting to the force as early as episode one, and some more set up in Tribe, and that whole subplot of her learning how to meditate, and so on.

Now, I don’t think that it was ever going to turn out that Omega did actually have a high m-count or that she had a particularly powerful natural connection to the force. I think she’s probably got a low or baseline m-count. What I do think, however, is that we were going to see Omega connect anyway as a refutation of Palpatine’s and Hemlock’s entire scheme. Their goal (based off of the ST) was to create extremely force sensitive clones as a way for Palpatine to jump bodies without having to waste time re-learning how to connect to the force. You know—dark side, quick and easy path, focus on eugenics and raw power, etc. Had Omega connected anyway because of her big heart and desire to protect, it would have not only paid off that set up, it would have also refuted Palpatine’s and Hemlock’s entire goal. It would have worked so well thematically and the set up was THERE.

- branching off of that, I think the Omega force stuff was probably tied to the Zillo beast. We also had a through-line of Omega being good with animals and taking the time to calm them instead of responding with violence. The first time we see this is in “Replacements,” where she realizes that the ordo moon dragon (also an electrophage—I don’t know what to call these things—like the zillo beast) is just scared and hungry. This is all conjectural, but it still fits with what was set up.

- Moving on from the force stuff, we also had a through-line that started way back in episode two of the series, but which was really emphasized this season, about Omega feeling like she’s the cause of the bad things that happen to the people she loves. This is why she gives herself up during the Pabu invasion in the first place. This is never resolved! We get Omega’s confidence boost when she realizes she has the force kids to take care of, but we never get a moment where Omega realizes that she has no reason to feel guilty. She’s the glue that holds the family together! But nope! Also dropped!

- But wait! There’s more! The first two season finales have Omega watching someone she loves fall away while she’s helpless to do anything to save them. That’s perfect set up to put Omega in the same situation, but be able to save them, because she’s finally come into her own. Instead we just end up with her needing to be rescued again.

- Omega has this big speech in Shadows of Tantiss about spending her life stuck in one place or another against her will, and how she refuses to be confined like that. I don’t think Omega would have been happy just staying on Pabu for the entire rest of her childhood and young adult life, even if I think she’d want to use it on a home base. But! Dropped!

7. I still can’t get over the fact that the zillo beast is on screen for about two minutes and then just. Walks away. It’s a large beastie that’s been locked in confinement for a while and is probably hungry. And somehow it didn’t go straight to the reactors for some delicious energy smoothies. Like. It. Did. The. Last. Time. Someone. Let. It. Out. But no, that would have required it sticking around for something that was probably dropped sooooo ZILLO BEAST EXIT STAGE RIGHT I GUESS. (Edit: I have been reminded that Hemlock does say to turn off the generators once the zillo beast is out, so that at least makes sense. I still think the zillo beast should have stuck around to do something.)

8. You notice how there are a ton of commandos around Tantiss, even up through “Flash Strike?” And how they kind of largely cease to exist? And how Echo says that there are far more clones imprisoned in Tantiss than anyone thought? And then how they rescue, like, a dozen guys? Because we never find our way back to those cells Crosshair was held in during season two? And how Tarkin does mention not wanting to allow clone dissidence to turn into an uprising back in “The Summit?” Because I did. This show was never going to be about a clone rebellion, that wasn’t the point, buuut I do think the set up was there for an uprising at Tantiss itself. Begin the series with clones losing their agency en masse, end the series with some of the most subdued clones taking it back. Except nope, dropped, soooo we gotta pretend the commandos don’t exist and murder the hell out of poor Scorch.

9. SPEAKING OF. The batch does kill clones sometimes, that does happen, but they do at least usually make some kind of effort to be non-lethal even when they’re not using stun, and times when they do resort to lethal tactics are usually born out of extreme circumstances. Not here, though!! NO HESITATION MAXIMUM CARNAGE. For. Reasons I guess.

10. There’s one point IN THE FINALE where Echo mentions signaling for Rex. This never comes up again. Rex does not show up. In fact, despite being called, “The Cavalry Has Arrived,” the cavalry does not in fact arrive. There is no cavalry. Yes, I know it’s a reference to Wrecker’s first line. But I’m sorry if you call an episode that YOU HAD BETTER HAVE A CAVALRY SHOW UP. Especially when you have a one about calling them in! But that also!! Got dropped like a rock!!

11. One positive: the moment Crosshair and Hunter leaning on each other to make that shot was nice.

12. Sorry, but Hemlock’s death was deeply unsatisfying. Let’s do something more than just shoot him multiple times, okay?

13. Rampart’s death, on the other hand, was incredibly satisfying. That said, the conversation about project necromancer? I’m dying. It’s actually hilarious, because it basically goes like:

“Tell me about project necromancer.”

“Wow! How interesting!”

I’m.

Are you serious?

I’m going to become the Joker.

Yes, I know we know what project necromancer is because of a different show. That’s not the point, the POINT. Is that any pay off for project necromancer in this show got dropped. And that’s deeply frustrating from a narrative perspective.

14. Speaking of, we never find out anything more regarding that partially successful m-count transfer from episode three.

15. We also never do anything with those medical records!

16. And Omega has a whole crossbow she never actually shoots despite the fact that her role on the team was as a sharpshooter after Crosshair left, and despite her getting advice from Crosshair on how to be a sniper. The literal chekov’s gun never goes off. I’m going to go eat gravel.

17. AZI, likewise, got toted around for three seasons for no reason. Probably could have helped with the medical records. Given that he was a Kaminoan medical droid. Oh, and that Omega was Nala Se’s medical assistant. So. Hmm.

18. You can cut everything in the season past episode five and skip straight to the epilogue and end up in the same place. This is not because the other episodes are filler. Far from it! The other episodes are great and deliver some amazing set up. But, because the finale does nothing with that set up, it doesn’t go anywhere.

19. And you know what else? From a narrative perspective, there’s no reason for Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair to be in these episodes at all. They don’t accomplish anything and make everyone else’s job harder. Omega was doing fine, she would have gotten out with the kids with just Echo and Emerie, and Tarkin was coming to cut off Hemlock’s funding and shut everything down once Hemlock lost control of the facility anyway. I can only suppose that the whole reason they were in this episode ended up getting dropped, too.

20. CX-2. Listen, the answer we get about CX-2 isn’t that he’s not Tech. It’s, “Maybe, maybe not—you don’t get to know.” Because. He’s the only CX whose mask never comes off. After a season and a half worth of buildup of unmasking CXs and people pressing them to learn their names. It’s not a no, it’s a non-answer, which is far less satisfying.

And finally:

21: CX-Tech. I’ve seen some people speculating that there was a planned CX-Tech reveal that got scrapped at the last minute—dropped, along with the other points I’ve already laid out. And, honestly? I have to agree. Despite what the creative team says, because even their denials kind of come out weird (like the Kiners saying that the large brass chord in “Battle of the Snipers” was just a nice sounding brass chord and not a reference to “Plan 99.” They also basically say that the sacrifice theme from “Plan 99” is Tech’s leitmotif. Which. Is all over “Battle of the Snipers.” That theme. Not Crosshair’s. In a scene. Where he’s supposed to be fighting a shadow of himself who Totally Isn’t Tech but we put Tech’s leitmotif here and layered it in Techno music but nooo that was never supposed to be him. Nope. I mean, come on. I’m not stupid).This post is already long enough, so here are some posts by @apocalyp-tech-a pointing out the reasons why I think this was the case, and one by @eriexplosion pointing out why CX-2 as Crosshair’s shadow and only that doesn’t quite work. I don’t need to go over the trail that was laid out again. Up to the finale this was a character that had more screen time—and far more solo screen time—than Echo. Some people will not stop yelling that there was no evidence, and. No. I’m sorry, there was. I can’t agree.

And some people might say, well, okay, the show misdirected you guys and pulled off a twist by having CX-2 be no one, and well, I can’t agree with that either. Twists only function if the twist is more satisfying than the conclusion to which the story seems to be leading. And I’m sorry, you can’t tell me that a season and a half of CX building and three seasons (because I can find set up all the way back in episode one of the show) for Tech survival culminating in what amounts to a boss fight is more satisfying than getting to see Omega have her big brother back. You can’t.

The reason I bring this up last is because, yes, I think CX-Tech was a plot dropped at the last minute, but because I also think that it’s the dropped plot that ripped everything else apart. CX-Tech was an incredibly efficient way to tie up most of the lingering plot threads and dropped character development.

-Crosshair’s guilt? Okay, he faces down the end result of his decision to stay with the empire and possibly something he knew about (Tech would be in this situation because of Crosshair, and were given hints that Crosshair knew) and is finally able to forgive himself because they’re able to save him.

- Hunter’s decision to finally take action and be proactive rather than reactive is validated, because it’s the thing that finally gets him his entire family back.

- Echo saves someone the same way he was saved, and maybe he realizes that it is enough and that he doesn’t have to be a soldier forever.

- Wrecker’s efforts to keep the family together and keep Hunter sane finally pay off.

- Omega is able to protect the people she charges about and finally, finally has all of her brothers.

- Thematically, it rounds off each member of the batch (Omega included) traumatically losing and then taking back their agency in a way that correlates directly to who and how they are as people.

- It also rounds out the OG batchers each being haunted by a failure that has to do with the thing that makes them special.

- You get pushback against “Clone Force 99 died with Tech! We’re not that squad anymore!” because no, it didn’t, and they’re more than a squad, they’re a family.

- It comes around and closes the wound opened in Aftermath and ripped back open by Return to Kamino: they go in for Omega and lose someone, but here, they go in for Omega and get someone back.

- Would allow Tech to close off his lingering threads and finish his character development BECAUSE THOSE REMAINED UNFINISHED.

- Completely subverts the “bury your disabled” trope by making sure we know the character whose disability was explored the most’s life is more important than his death. Seems like an important thing to do in a show that is kind of about disability. Just saying.

- Makes the lack of closure and little mentions of Tech make sense from a storytelling POV because the necessarily catharsis would come from his return.

- And it would actually add some triumph to the ending. Yes, this little family survived. They outlived the war. They’re together, despite every effort to rip them apart. They made it, despite the dark times, despite the Empire, despite what they were made to do and be. They defied all of that. That would have been so, so satisfying.

As is, without Tech, without that CX-Tech reveal, we sort of end up in this weird place where all the themes are half-baked. They are more than soldiers…except Tech, who had to fall out of the story as a soldier (despite us getting the clearest glimpse of what his life outside of soldiering could have been). They get to live how they want…except Tech. They don’t leave their own behind, except Tech that one time. They should value their own lives a little…except Tech. They’re more than a squad, they’re a family…except Tech, the only one besides Omega to say that’s what they are, doesn’t get to see it, and they don’t get to have him around. We begin the series with a broken family and end it with a family broken differently. That’s not dynamic.

So there’s no really punch to the ending. It’s sort of…well, okay, we tortured a family for three seasons I guess. Relieved that the survivors are doing okay, but that’s kind of it.

22. The finale in general is just sort of a bunch of events which happen, but which don’t lead into one other. It’s weird. It’s not that too much happens, it’s that almost nothing happens. Nothing of substance, in a way. The finale is, in a word, the only true filler episode in the entire show.

TL;DR: I think a lot of stuff got dropped from the finale. I don’t know why. I suspect that it might have to do with the strikes—basically, the script was done, most everything was recorded and boarded, and then when the finale was in production they got sudden drastic budget cuts (this was during a time when the studios were disappearing entire completed shows and movies as tax write-offs), had to gut what they had planned, and couldn’t bring the writers or even showrunners in to smooth over what was gutted or to even pick what got taken out. They wouldn’t have gotten to choose or compress things. They were on strike (because the studios wouldn’t negotiate), and whoever did choose ended up just ripping out the stuff that would actually take any time or budget to deal with (so, basically everything I laid out), killing it (literally), and using the remains of what they already had recorded. And who knows how they had to fill in gaps.

But I don’t know for sure. Maybe it was that. Maybe it was a last minute decision to take certain plot points and put them in a different show. Maybe it was executive mandate. Maybe the creative team just sucked the whole time (that’s one I have a hard time buying—we have four other shows and most of this one that tell me that they’re better at their jobs than this). Maybe everyone said screw it, who even cares anymore at the same time.

Maybe nothing happened. Who knows? I strongly suspect something bad did happen behind the scenes that was out of the creative team’s hands—I really do, because that’s the only way I can make sense of this—but until we can get someone talking without six layers of PR and NDAs, we won’t know for sure. All I know is that The Bad Batch is an amazing show with 46 episodes that range from “fine-but-clunky” to “IMMACULATE,” with more leaning towards immaculate than not, and some incredible set up, and one episode so nonsensically bad it makes me want to eat drywall.

It’s just that the one terrible episode comes right at the end.

I love The Bad Batch. I love every single episode and all the things that were set up, but…eh, I think I’ll be ignoring the finale until further notice.

#the bad batch #in which I eviscerate the last episode of my favorite show #this is very negative! #you have been warned! #I did not like the finale! #AT ALL #I will continue to love the show #but that episode is getting memory holed #it’s BAD #in an otherwise remarkably solid and well written show

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Can we please have omega pt6 please. And if able to can u remind me 🙏

Omega Pt. 6 [Natasha]

Summary : Natasha saw the terrifying seen in front of her where her mate are the one lying in the middle of it

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Fem ! Reader

Warning : Blood

Word count : 1,019

{OMEGA PT. 5} {OMEGA PT. 6} {OMEGA PT. 7}

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"She's nearby." Natasha's mood quickly changes; her senses are getting more alert by the time she smells the burning coffee and the smell of a dying flower. The scents she once loved to smell of coffee and blooming flowers are now replaced with a fragrance she doesn't want to smell anymore.

"What?" Wanda asked when the two looked at Natasha confused, but they didn't get the chance to ask further when Natasha quickly stood up and let her body guide her way to find you.

"AAAAHHHH, just a little more......." The excruciating scream of pain keeps echoing in Natasha's head with Y/N's voice asking for help

It made Natasha sick to her stomach that she wanted to vomit but was persistent about finding her mate.

"Just hold on, I'm coming," Natasha whispers to herself, looking left and right to have a quick analysis of where she should go while her feet keep running like they have their own minds.

The three don't ask any questions or break Natasha's focus; they just follow her, while Wanda makes sure to keep a bright light for the four of them.

The smell is getting stronger and stronger; it's overwhelming Natasha, which makes her slightly dizzy, along with the pressure of releasing her pheromones in order to send a message to her mate that she's nearby, and Natasha hopes to at least ease some of the pain her mate is suffering.

It's not only Natasha who could smell the burned coffee and the dying flower, but also the three Avengers too. With them getting near you, the smell is getting more sensible, not only for the mate but also for others nearby.

Which makes Yelena wince when the smell reaches her nostrils. It also makes her worried, as did the other two. This encourages them and makes them have high hopes that they will finally be able to find you and wish to save you too.

But suddenly Natasha stopped in her tracks, shocked that she even had to double check the new addition smell filling her nostrils, where it made her anxious and more worried, and it made her more sick in her stomach.

The smell of a distinct metallic tang—a rusty metal smell that lingers in the air—made her eyes darker.

The three got goosebumps from what they were sensing and seeing in Natasha; they had never seen her like this before. Sure, the stubborn redhead Russian can be cold as ice and burning hot as lava, but never once did they see the ranging anger and protectiveness through what's hers.

Even one of the heads of Alpha, Steve, couldn't muster the courage to approach the raging head of Alpha in front of them.

But then the leaves start to move and make noises, like someone is running away, and this draws the attention of the 4 Alpha, who quickly stand their guard up and see a shadow of the back of a person running away.

Natasha is ready to follow the person, but Steve stops her and decides for her to focus on why they went out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.

"Natasha, Wanda, go follow the scent; me and Yelena will follow them." Natasha wants to argue, but Wanda agrees first.

"Then take these with you." Wanda created a ball of red light and passed it to Steve, who nodded, and the two quickly ran off to follow the person.

"Leave them to Steve and Yelena; our goal is to find Y/N as soon as possible." Wanda made Natasha snap out of her daze in Steve and Yelena's direction.

"I want to crash them and take out every piece of them, apart!" Natasha growled, still looking at the path the Two Avengers took.

"We will know soon what that is about, but for now we need to go; your mate needs us." With the mention of Mate, Natasha quickly whipped her head in the direction of the scent, and they took off.

"I don't feel too good about this, Nat," Wanda whispered, standing in front of the cabin without lights on and the smell of another scent, another alpha, still lingering in the air.

Natasha growls when the smell reaches her nostrils. She doesn't love the idea of another Alpha being around her mate, and she definitely doesn't have a good feeling about this either.

"Come on, let's search the.....house." Before Wanda could finish her sentence, Natasha had already taken off running in the front door, so Wanda just followed her.

Once they enter the dark house, they quickly smell the fishy, metallic smell of blood that overwhelms both of them.

"All look down here; you go upstairs," Wanda said, opening the light of the living room.

It's never a secret what the house will look like. The living room is decorated with plants and flowers, especially in the windows. There's a fireplace, and in front of it is a soft couch, and there's a bean bag on the sides too. There's a lamp and coffee table, a fluffy carpet, and a book shelf besides the fireplace. There's a flat-screen TV at the top of the fireplace. The house looks cozy. There's no problem with that; the house is not big but big enough for two people.

Ok," Natasha quickly took the stairs and looked at the first door, which is an empty bedroom, so she proceeded to the second and last door where the smell came from, but before she could open the door, she felt the bond had been broken, which made her chest clench at the new sensation, but she put it aside and opened the door.

Blood, blood is splattered around the room; it's like a murder scene. Her heart is ripping apart at the sight, adding to Natasha's pain over the bonds that are now broken.

But Natasha didn't care about the pain settling in her chest but quickly ran into the nest where Y/N were, covered in blood, unconscious, and barely having a pulse.

"Natasha?" Wanda quickly came into the room, hearing the visibly audible cries of a puppy.

The pup Y/N gave birth a few minutes ago, and all her energy went out by giving birth, making her bleed and bleed and keep bleeding.

"Oh my god"

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Ep. 13 "Into the Breach" Review

This was another fantastic episode that packs so much into its 25 minute runtime. Seriously, the finale better be like an hour. I feel like there's so much we have to address, yet so little time. My faith in you doesn't waver Jennifer; you've guided us through thick and thin. I will say that Rampart is surprisingly a really fun character to revisit and I enjoy watching him interact with the Batch. This man doesn't learn, but he's funny now so I give him kudos for entertainment purposes. I loved the dark atmosphere as the finale draws nearer and near. This is the end of the Bad Batch. We know it and they know it.

As usual, spoilers below:

MAMA ECHO RETURNS!!! After so long, he graces us with his appearance and he serves. I loved everything from his action sequences to his sass. Watching him sneak around the Imperial ship, rolling off of crates and working his magic was awesome to watch. That's why he's the Arc Trooper. And boy was he funny too. If it were possible, Rampart would've definitely be set on fire. Between being told he was being demoted to being denied the title of "sir," Rampart was demolished by Echo. It's just so good to see Echo again. I love him so much for his kind heart, quips, and awesome action sequences. The writers delivered!

Rampart, Rampart, Rampart... what will we do with you? He certainly hasn't changed and probably never will. But honestly, I kinda hope he doesn't. Sometimes, people are just aholes who do the right things for the wrong reasons. Rampart provides an interesting moral perspective. And he's still hot. Seeing him cleaned up in the uniform didn't help either. I'm a simple woman guys. He's also hilarious and I love it. Rampart's ego is so big that he unintentionally comes across as whiny and comical. Going forward, I seriously wonder what they'll do with him because he's going to Tantiss. Will he get dropped off? Sell the Batch out? Die in the battle that is to come? Next week will tell. I'm glad he was brought back though. He did his job as a villain well. Now, we get to see him in different situations and it's fun.

Omega, my sweet bean, hang in there. This episode does so well in establishing just how much she's grown over the past few seasons. Omega's always been resourceful and clever. Seeing her scheme to escape the Vault was exciting. You can also see the influence her brothers, particularly Hunter, have had on her. Omega's become more confident and mature. She's a leader in every sense of the word. The other kids look to her for guidance as she plans an escape. I also want to give the other kids a huge hug; I can't imagine what it must be like for them. It's one of the darkest things we've ever seen in Star Wars. Also, Emerie and Scalder rivalry definitely is gonna end with Emerie's true motivations being discovered. Scalder's not gonna let her allow Omega to slip away.

And seeing the boys strip their armor of all their color... that was legitimately heartbreaking to watch. I see it as a symbol of finality. There is no going back once they get to Tantiss. Hunter's "negative" just cements that. The last 5 minutes of the episode were so tense as the boys hitched a ride. As a my discord friend put it, "all roads lead to Tantiss."

There were a lot of smaller moments I enjoyed too. Wrecker was pretty funny this episode. Crosshair and Hunter voicing their trust in Echo was sweet. It furthers just how much the Batch truly trust and know each other. It's that implicit trust that makes me love their dynamic so much.

Anyways, that's all for now. We're truly in the endgame guys. After so long, we've finally made it to Tantiss. All that's left is to get Omega, the children, and escape which is so much easier said than done. I'm so scared yet excited for what's to come. See y'all next week!

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #tbb rampart #tbb season 3 #tbb spoilers

[vithe-potato]

Perfect Night

Wrecker x Reader

Warnings: 16+, Mentions of food, a toddler (not yours), You and Wrecker are married, fluff!! // Background: Reader fought alongside the bad batch for a year longer than Omega.

Summary: While on Pabu, the Batch gets together a few times a week to have a family dinner. Tonight, it's hosted at your and Wrecker's new house! (ngl, it's a fix it fic)

Words: 1286

The door swooshed open to reveal Omega's shining face, holding a small tray covered with tin foil. Echo was standing to her side and Hunter behind her, with a hand resting gently on her shoulder and a small smile. Wrecker immediately dropped down to Omega's level, his voice booming loudly with happiness as it always has since settling on Pabu. "Great to see ya kid!" He picked her up off her feet a bit and spun to set her inside as an alternative to his usual hug, as to not crush whatever she was holding. This point of view from the small entryway between the kitchen and living room made a smile break out on your face.

You were so happy that your favorite people could have a life like this, be given a second chance to live normally. You set down the dough you were planning to turn into rolls and wiped the excess flour off your hands before walking over to greet them. Wrecker brought Hunter into a hug and started talking with echo. As Omega was distracted, you snook up behind her and attacked her with dozens of kisses all over her head, forehead, and cheeks. She immediately burst out into giggles and pushed you away with her shoulders, trying not to drop the tray.

You spun her to face you, "Now what do we have here?" You gestured to what she was holding. Color started rising to her cheeks as her gaze dropped to it.

"Huntah and I made lemon squares for desert tonight." She said, exited.

"Oooo, those sound lovely!! I can't wait to try some! Let's go put them into the fridge." By now, the three men had shifted from their conversation to watch their two favorite girls. "Riduur, why don't you show your brothers what we did with the living room? I'll should be there in a second." You made eyes at Wrecker smiled up at them, then turned to ease Omega into the Kitchen.

"So, anything new with you, 'Meg?"

"No not really, just getting used to school is weird." She hopped to sit on the counter, swinging her feet after handing you the Lemon squares.

"Yeah, school was never really my strong suit." You huffed and opened the fridge, delicately setting the sweets inside.

"It's just super weird, I already know most of the stuff we are learning from Tech. Plus, Huntah didn't want to send me, he didn't say it, but I can tell." She scratched at the table, pretty emotionless to what she was saying.

"It's a big change for you, everyone understands that." You closed the fridge and went back to kneading dough beside her. "And Hunter just wants to keep you safe." You paused to grab more flour, adding it to the small pile near the dough. "At least you get to see your friends every day." You encourage, the whole school thing was such a big change for all of you. You all were part of the decision to send her, yet there are still so many problems with it. She needs to be social, but she already knows all of the information kids her age are learning. Along with the fact that she has been attached to the boys' sides for how long now? It took a lot for her to be comfortable being apart for so long a day, but with Tech now being busy with his expanding family, she had to go to school.

"Yeah." She rubs the back of her neck (much like Wrecker does when he is shy; it makes you smile) "But it's different than being on the ship with you guys." She admits. You sigh, now shaping the rolls into... well, rolls.

"Don't worry 'Meg, I feel the same way." You try to be reassuring, and hope it comes off that way.

"You do?" She perks up.

"Yeah, for sure! Sometimes I miss it, you know. My life was traveling with your brothers for so long. Now it's all different... but, it's a good different... that's why we do the dinners, you know." She nods understandingly. You hear the door open again and Wreckers loud (but trying to be quiet) voice welcoming the others into your home. "Go say hi to Phee and Tech, try and find a way to look after the little one, I think they need a break." You nod towards the door.

"Thank you!" She runs off.

Soon enough, you finished with your bread making activities, and put the pasta on the stove just as Phee walked in to greet you. "How's it going in here? Smells great." She complimented, bringing you in for a hug.

"Oh thanks, I just finished everything up, I should be out there in just a second." You huff, smelling the tasty aroma and resting your hands on your hips.

"Give yourself a break, your Husband was just telling us about all the hard work you have been putting into renovating this old place." You blushed, not used to Wrecker being referred to as your husband, and at the fact that he was talking about you.

"Well, he's been doing a lot of the hard work. I've just been planning it all out and making the decorations and whatnot. Ya know, I never understood the stereotype of girls liking shopping so much until I realized it's because I never had a chance to." You laughed honestly, looking up to see her slightly saddened face. "Nonono, I didn't mean it like that, it's just, it kinda makes me giddy to go through the stores here and get stuff for the house."

"I get it, I felt the same way with getting all the new toddler clothes for Nova, I can't help myself." You both giggle.

"I'm so happy for you guys by the way, I don't think I can say it enough." She smiles at you gratefully.

"Thank you, I'm happy for you and Wrecker too, getting married, and this place."

"Thanks, it's all new, but I'm glad things are changing. The way things used to be... it was all more eventful, but... I don't know, I'm happy things are the way they are" You both were in comfortable silence for a bit before you snapped out of it. "So, you want something to drink?"

"How could I refuse?" She jokes, you giggled while turning to the liquor cabinet to get her a glass of whatever you were drinking, along with topping off your own. You handed her the glass and finally entered the living room for what seemed to be the first time today. You gently sat down next to Wrecker, who happily slung his arm around your shoulders so you could lean into him. Omega and her little cousin were playing with toys on the carpet in front of you, Omega is being perfectly gentle and carful with the 2-year-old, unknowing of the adults watching them with big smiles on their faces.

You can feel Wreckers Hand that was leaning on the couch come down to gently rub circles on your hip, "This is the perfect night." He says softly into your ear. You sigh, releasing the tension you were holding and leaning further into his side.

"Really?" You looked back at him, trying to control your smile by biting your lip gently. He reaches up and settles his thumb to your chin to gently pull your lip from your teeth.

"Yeah." He nodded thoughtfully, you could feel the vibration of his voice deep in his chest, calming you. You shift your attention back to the others, as they do to you, before Phee pipes up.

"So... when are you two planning on little ones?"

Riduur = Husband/Wife/spouse

Sorry no crosshair guys!! My plan was to have him come in later for the dinner, but I didn't have enough inspiration to make it longer than it is.

Thought it was cute, might re-write later, this isn't my usual writing style and I wanted to try something new. Please comment, reblog, and like!

Requests: Open ------- Link to Masterlist

#wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #the bad batch #tbb wrecker #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb x reader #fix it fic #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb omega

[kiki-shortsnout]

Something I'm working for @the-elle-kat! A Sugardaddy A/B/O in which Tony (omega) ran away from home when he was pregnant, and since then has been leaping from crappy part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Stephen (Alpha) a famous, and rich, neurosurgeon has been looking for a caregiver for his mother, who is paralysed from the waist down after a horse riding accident.

***

‘Good afternoon, Doctor Stephen Strange I presume?’ the man on the other side of Stephen’s door answered.

He has manners. Stephen begrudgingly admitted, his ego stroked at the use of his title. The omega was slight, small in stature as was typical for male omegas, well-groomed and Stephen took a moment to appraise him. He’d never been with an omega, preferring the uncomplicated nature of betas, their lack of pheromones better suited to Stephen’s need for control in his life, but his man might have made him look twice.

‘You must be Tony Stark, please come in.’

‘Yeah, about that, I’m really sorry but I’ve had a slight hiccup with my babysitter and…’

Opening the door wider, Stephen saw there was a small child attached to his hand, a girl with the same huge chocolate eyes as the omega, her free hand clutching a stuffed animal of some description.

You have got to be kidding.

He should do them all a kindness and shut the door in his face now, but Wong’s warning hung over him, so he gritted his teeth and stepped back, opening the door wider.

‘Take a seat,’ he spoke through clenched teeth after they’d followed him down the hallway, indicating the impressive dining table near his piano, watching the child like a hawk as she moved, touching nothing as she sat on the chair

At least it's well-behaved, Stephen thought to himself, sitting opposite them and smoothing out the application form. A brief look at the omega’s neck told him everything he needed to know. Unbonded, a single parent then. Explains the high school education.

‘So, how long did it take you to judge me?’ Tony asked, folding his arms over his chest and giving him a sardonic smile.

‘I don’t know why you think that you’re qualified for this job, why you believed bringing a child along for an interview would help your prospects,’ Stephen told him frankly.

‘I apologize for bringing her, I know it’s unprofessional, but it would be irresponsible for me to leave her alone, or ask someone she doesn’t know to watch her. In terms of being qualified, no, I have nothing on paper that can show you my qualifications, but I do have experience of being a single parent.’

Stephen said nothing more, almost daring the omega to elaborate.

‘No one knows time management better than a single parent, how else could I work and support my child? I did it alone, cared for her, and stayed committed to her development. I’ve dressed her, fed her, got her to her appointments, and that was what you were asking for in the application form.’

He scoffed, the sound making the small girl flinch.

‘I think you’re oversimplifying the care my mother requires. I do not doubt the amount of effort that goes into child rearing, but those skills aren’t applicable here.’ Stephen couldn’t believe he was even explaining this, let alone entertaining this farce of an interview.

‘Doctor Strange!’

Evangeline, his mother’s carer burst through the door, her hair standing on edge from where she’d obviously run sweaty hands through it, splotches of red on her cheeks from her frustrated anger.

‘I can’t, not anymore. I know I promised to stay until you found someone else, but that woman is impossible.’

‘Evangeline, wait,’ Stephen pleaded, getting to his feet, ignoring his guests as he tried to chase after her.

‘Don’t listen to what he says, she’s a monster,’ Evangeline directed towards Stark before she fled the penthouse, ignoring Stephen’s repeated calls for her to stop.

He’d only made it a few steps before the front door slammed, the sound echoing through the space of his penthouse.

What the hell was he going to do now?

‘I think it’s best if-’

‘Stephen!’

The headache that had been brewing behind his eyes grew in strength, pounding against the inside of his skull as his mother wheeled herself into the room, her rage in her scent thick enough to make Stephen’s nose curl, and he spared a brief thought for how the omega might find it.

‘What happened?’ Stephen asked, his voice monotone. He’d long ago learnt to keep his emotions out of it, knowing anything he said would make situations such as this worse.

‘What happened is another one of those bimbos you hired completely ignored my wishes and began doing things without my permission. I don’t understand why you think it’s so hard to-’

‘Mother, we talked about this. They’re here to help you, to help you be as independent as possible. However, they’re not your emotional punching bags-’

‘They’re supposed to ask me at least-’

‘And we both know your demands are impossible-’

‘If you just listened to me for once!’

‘That’s enough!’ A clap of hands interrupted them, and they both looked at the standing omega, his hands still clasped together as he stared at the pair of them.  ‘We’re all grown adults here, so let's stop shouting over each other and listen, shall we?’ He spoke to them as if they were of the same age as the child still sitting at the table, and Stephen stretched to his full height, outraged at the impudence.

‘What happened?’ His voice lowered, becoming sweet and coaxing as he addressed his mother, and to his wonderment her anger dissipated, her eyes wide and uncertain with the omega’s full attention on her.

‘I wanted to go for a walk. I haven’t left the apartment in a few days and-’

‘That’s because you made Evangeline’s life hell for-’

‘Nope, no interrupting. You’ll get your say in a minute.’ The omega held his hand up, silencing Stephen’s explanation, and he could see the slight smile on his mother’s lips, a genuine amusement he hadn’t seen in months. Forcing his outrage down, he shifted from foot to foot, gripping hold of his temper as he watched events unfold.

‘You were saying…’

‘Beverly.’

‘Beverly. Sorry, please continue.’

#tony x stephen #ironstrange #work in progress wednesday #It's another long story!

[clownery-and-fuckery]

So.. modern au's

"Can we not do this right now?" Hunter practically hissed, giving Crosshair a pointed look across the table. "This isn't a good time."

Crosshair scoffed. "It's never a good time, is it?" His voice was loud, and it was getting the attention of the others at the long table they were sat at.

Cody looked over from the head of the table, apprehension clear in his smile as he raised an eyebrow. Hunter nodded stiffly, and Crosshair leaned forward.

"When are we going to talk about it, Hunter?" He asked, glaring. The eldest gave him a sharp look of disapproval. "Or are we going to ignore it, like we ignore every other problem you've caused?"

Crosshair's voice had risen. Tech glanced up from his phone, sharing a concerned glance with Echo across the table. "What's going on?" Omega asked from beside Wrecker. The larger brother shrugged, a small frown on his face.

"Cross." Hunter's glare softened into something more pleading. "Please not here."

"I'm sick of waiting!" Hunter grunted when the table jolted. Crosshair stood, glaring daggers at his older brother. The restaurant went quiet, eyes on the two brothers.

"Uh-oh.." Wrecker's voice was small, already moving to remove his younger sister from the table. Echo shot a look to Cody and Rex, who were moving to stand. Tech gripped his phone at his lap, glancing between Crosshair and Hunter.

"Every choice you've made since we were kids has been wrong." Crosshair snapped, pointing a finger toward Hunter. "And you can't even admit to it."

"I'm serious, Crosshair." The eldest stood now, too, leveling him with a glare. "Sit down. We'll talk about it later, not when we're in the middle of a restaurant, with the others and with Ome—"

"Omega!" Crosshair huffed a laugh, entirely fake sounding. "Of course, turn around and forget about us again for her, why don't you?"

Omega jumped, looking hurt as she turned to Wrecker. He was quick to assure her, taking her hand and standing, trying to subtly move out of the near silent restaurant. Hunter looked startled, blinking in surprise.

"I haven't forgotten you–" Hunter said. "Yes, you have!" Crosshair yelled, slamming his hands down on the table.

Tech flinched. Rex caught his arm, shooting a reassuring smile his way before turning back towards the other two. "Lads," Rex snapped. "Take this outside." He gave Hunter a pointed look, still holding Tech's arm.

Hunter sighed, nodding. Crosshair barely glanced his way, before he rounded back on Hunter. "Ever since you picked her up, you've given her everything you promised us."

The tension couldn't be thicker. Echo swallowed, glancing toward Tech. He pushed his glasses up higher, pressing them tight against his nose. "That's enough, Crosshair." Hunter snapped. "I understand you're angry at me—"

"Angry?" Crosshair asked, shaking his head. "I'm beyond angry, Hunter." The eldest sighed, hardly noticing the quiet of the surrounding tables anymore. "You're the only one who is." He said, giving Crosshair a look. "Why?"

Crosshair pointed across the table to his younger brother, who startled. "I'm angry for them. For the family you've chosen to forget."

Tech glanced around as eyes pinned him in place. Hunter froze. "I have not-" Hunter said. "–ignored them. I did everything I could—"

"Everything you could?!" Crosshair's voice rose, and Echo winced, moving to stand now, as well. "Is that what you think that was?!" Crosshair almost laughed.

"First, you had us all drafted in the military," Crosshair held up his wrist, showing an ugly scar. "And you dragged us from one suicide mission to the next." Crosshair gestured to Echo, who glared slightly before turning his head away, facing the table.

Hunter jumped when Crosshair hit the table again. "Cross!" Cody snapped this time, catching a glass that toppled over. Crosshair ignored him. "Let's not forget Wrecker blowing up, and you turning around and letting him fight some more. Like that was a good idea." He rolled his eyes as he spoke.

Hunter tensed. "Oh, and let's just gloss over–" Crosshair was getting hysterical, blindsided by a deep, festering anger he couldn't shake as he glared at his older brother across from him.

"–let's just gloss over how you had us leave our younger brother in a lab with the woman who abused us for years, and how you pretend not to notice the damage!"

As soon as the words flew out of his mouth, reality slammed back into him like the table had slammed into his gut. Crosshair's mouth snapped shut, eyes widening as he finally seemed to remember where he was.

Hunter's eyes were wide, and looking furious as he stared at his brother. Crosshair's eyes scanned the stunned restaurant, his gaze settling on his brother's at the end of the table.

No one at the table knew about that. Crosshair was the only one, until now. Now that he had blabbered the secret for an entire restaurant to hear. Tech stared at him, almost horrified as the words sank into the group.

Echo stared, unsure whether to look at Crosshair or their younger brother. "Tech–" He started, prosthetic hand reaching across the table. Tech jerked back, chair clattering to the floor as he stood quickly.

Tech himself looked startled by his reaction. He seemed to freeze up, looking around with glazed eyes. His eyes met Hunter's, and he took a shuddering breath. There was a bear of silence, then Tech seemed to remember himself.

"Excuse me." He croaked hoarsely, turning and walking away, shoving the door open as he escaped out of the restaurant.

Cody stood to follow him, but Echo clamped a hand on his shoulder. "Wrecker's got him," He assured Cody. "Don't worry about it."

Cody smothered a sigh, nodding. Echo was right, his attention should be on the eldest brother, who looked about ready to swing at Crosshair.

Rex was already pulling out a taser.

#i love them i swear #i just like the lore too #sw the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #commander cody #captain rex #sw modern au #the lore is my fav part of the modern au #and i swear hunter and cross get along #sometimes

[silverwings22]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Squeeze squeeze squeeze. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Omega frowned. “Why would Rex be there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shiani Illumai.” The siren said softly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why is this so heavy?” Omega blinked. 

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

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

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

“Did you used to?” Omega squeaked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chuchi deflated a bit. “That's true…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Omega grinned. “I can.”

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

Chuchi nodded. “Come with me.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Burtoni eyed her. “Who is Tech?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it had all been for nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But we need you.” She whispered

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

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

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

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

She nodded. “I’m going to miss you.” 

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

Shiani nodded. “You look after Rex.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shiani looked down. “You like the dress?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[littlesoka7567]

Quiet

Bad Batch s2 spoilers!!

Summary: Hunter has to deal with his guilt.

Hey guys! This is my first ever attempt at writing Star Wars fic, I hope you like it!

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It’s quiet. Too quiet.

Hunter loosely holds Tech’s goggles in his hand, his thumb rubbing along the band on the back slowly.

The Marauder is unusually quiet. Wrecker’s snores are absent as the largest squad member only pretends to sleep. Echo is unusually still in the copilot seat, staring out as they rush through hyperspace.

It’s quiet.

There are no sounds of Omega restlessly turning in her room.

There are no sounds of Tech typing away on his datapad.

There are two less heartbeats than Hunter is used to. Two less sets of quiet breathing. Two less people he had never thought he would have to learn to live without.

It’s quiet. The only thing Hunter consistently wanted in his life since decanting was a little quiet, just enough to make his migraine go away.

Hunter would rather take the migraine, now that he knows the cost.

He’s not used to being a failure. Before the war ended, Hunter led his team to countless victories. He never lost, his team never failed a mission.

Echo has lost countless brothers. Countless missions. Loss is not something new to Echo. Hunter turns his head just slightly, eyes straying from the goggles to said squad member.

How does he do it? How does he just…move on? How does Echo cope with all his fallen brothers weighing on his mind? Does he think about them?

“It gets easier,” Echo says, low and soft. It still startles Hunter just a bit, is still loud in the previous near-silence.

“What?” Hunter asks, voice hoarse. Did he say any of that out loud?

“Losing a brother.” Echo doesn’t look away from the stars, still as a statue.

Wrecker’s breathing hitches in the back, and Hunter is sure he’s listening.

“What do you mean?” Hunter asks, shaking his head.

Echo sighs, but still doesn’t move. “It dulls. The pain, I mean. Right now it’s sharp, like it’s trying to stab it’s way out of your rib cage with a vibroblade.” It’s quiet for a heartbeat. Two. “It dulls into an ache eventually. And if you’re lucky, when you’re really distracted, you can forget for a while.”

Hunter looks back down at the goggles, and hears Wrecker stifle a sob, probably on his arm.

“It’s not your fault,” Echo says after what feels like hours. His head is finally turned to look at Hunter, a grim frown set in stone.

Hunter winces, feeling like Echo was looking at his very core. “I’m the-“

“It’s not on you,” Echo cuts him off. “It’s not on me, and it’s not on Wrecker either.” Wrecker’s almost silent sobs get slightly louder, making it clear the larger clone is listening. “Tech made his decision. And it was a good one; I would have done the same thing. So would any of us.”

Hunter looks down at the goggles, digesting the words. If it had been Hunter, and the choice was between falling and putting his team in danger…the answer is obvious. Hunter wouldn’t hesitate.

“I keep thinking about what I could have done differently,” Hunter admits softly. He looks back up, allowing Echo to read his eyes. “But I can’t think of anything I could have done. Maybe try to convince Gerrera more to give up on the idea. Maybe talk us out of the mission all together…”

“Nothing could have talked us out of going after Crosshair. Not after his message.” Echo looks back out the window, and Hunter feels a flutter of guilt for a different reason.

Everyone else seems so stuck on Crosshair, so unwilling to let him go. Why was Hunter the only one who could see? Crosshair didn’t want their help. He didn’t want to be rescued, or be a part of their squad, or anything. He didn’t ask for help; no, he asked for them to hide. To get away, get Omega safe.

And Hunter failed there, too. So full of failures. Crosshair, Tech, Omega.

All his fault.

Hunter abruptly stood, unable to handle the crushing guilt threatening to swallow him whole.

“Hunter…” Echo didn’t bother to follow him, only sighing in frustration.

Wrecker stands from his bunk as Hunter approaches, looking down at Hunter with sad, wet eyes. It’s quiet for a moment as they look at each other sadly, both burdened by their own sense of guilt.

“He’s right, Hunter,” Wrecker finally says, his low voice slow. As if he wants to make sure the words come out right. “Its not your fault. It’s my fault. You told me to get him on board, and I failed.”

More guilt washes through him, icy pain through his whole body. His chest physically hurts, as if there’s something trying to cave his rib cage in.

While Hunter was stuck in his own head wallowing in his own failures, Wrecker had been blaming himself the whole time.

He wonders if Hunter’s orders had been echoing around in Wrecker’s brain since the moment they left the Sargent’s lips.

Wrecker, get him on board! Impatient sounding, as if he shouldn’t have had to even give the order. Even in his own memory, Hunter thinks he sounded harsh.

He hadn’t meant to. He was only stressed, scared about what would happen if they couldn’t get the rails turning again. He hadn’t been thinking about Tech falling; it was such an impossibility to him. Of course Wrecker would get to Tech, of course Tech would be fine. The car detaching was the real worry. Them all falling was his only concern.

Until it wasn’t.

Hunter sighs heavily, forcing himself into the moment. He’s already failed his squad enough; he can’t keep letting Wrecker think like this.

“It wasn’t your fault, Wrecker. I couldn’t see how far away Tech was from you until it was too late.” He looks back up at his batchmate, a hand resting soothingly on his upper arm, just above his elbow. “There wasn’t anything you could have done. The weight of the other car would have taken us all down with it.”

Wrecker doesn’t look convinced quite yet, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I couldn’t have held it?” He asks, and it’s more of a plea than a genuine question.

Hunter shakes his head, forcing a sad smile. “No, Wrecker. Even if you had held on, it wouldn’t have saved Tech.” Hunter looks at his other hand still holding the goggles, sighing sadly. He offers them to Wrecker, who stares at them with wide eyes. “Do you want a turn?”

Wrecker gingerly takes them, and Hunter is sure he’s never seen Wrecker handle anything with such care before. Not even explosives. “Tech,” Wrecker cries, as if it was ripped from his throat. As if he hadn’t meant to say it, it wasn’t a conscious decision.

Hunter lets out his own shaky breath, fighting back his own tears. “You were so brave, Wrecker,” Hunter whispers. Wrecker looks up at Hunter again, his eyes full of tears and new tracks shining down his face. “You almost fell too. And you didn’t care; you were there for Tech anyway. Hanging out the side to try and catch him. I saw that. I saw how brave you were.” Hunter’s voice slowly gets louder, until it’s almost conversational volume. “Tech would have been so proud of you.”

Wrecker’s face screws up, and Hunter knows that guilt won’t go away in its entirety. There’s nothing anyone could say to make that guilt go away.

He knows, because there’s nothing anyone could say to Hunter to make the guilt go away.

“Get some sleep,” Hunter says, voice hoarse. “I’ll wake you up if we find anything.”

Wrecker hesitates, but Hunter squeezes his arm in reassurance once and lets his hand fall. Wrecker finally nods, laying back down in his bunk and holding the goggles close to his chest.

Hunter continues his original path to the cargo bay, closing the door behind him with a shaky sigh.

It’s quiet, in here. But that’s normal. The doors are supposed to dampen noise.

Even if all five of Hunter’s family were in the ship on the other side, laughing and talking or eating and planning…Hunter wouldn’t be able to hear it.

It’s quiet, but Hunter can pretend it’s the good quiet. At least while the doors are closed. At least until he’s forced back into his role as leader.

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #clone trooper hunter #clone trooper echo #clone trooper wrecker #clone trooper tech #my writing

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Tech x Reader (Fluff)

This was requested by @arsonanddoodles​ (Happy late Birthdays better late than never lol) for a Tech x Reader Fluff so here it is. I am finishing reading Republic Commandos Order 66 so my uploading is slow. I'm obsessed with the Nulls and the book. I will take requests for any of the Nulls or Commandos from Delta and Omega squad! (P.S. I will be updating my Jango fic! Slowly but surely) Warnings: Near Death Experience, Injuries, Nightmare Mentioned, Slight Panic Attack, Protective Tech and Fluff!

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Another harrowing escape from the clutches of the new empire had the Bad Batch and their newest addition exhausted. “We need to find a place to lay low before we head back to Ord Mantell” Hunter announced. “Why?”, Omega asked. “Because we need to make sure they’re not following us, and I need to put in a new transponder code”, Tech responded. “Tech’s right Omega, the empire is not going to be happy when they find out we rescued a high target prisoner”, (Y/N) agreed. 

Omega turned and went to check on Wrecker and the prisoner they had rescued. (Y/N) remained sitting behind Echo stealing glances at Tech. It was no secret that her and Tech were involved with each other. Hunter leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to nap. It didn’t take Tech long to find a planet that was mostly woodlands. He landed the Marauder gently and opened the ramp so everyone could stretch their legs.

“We can stay here tonight and leave in the morning”, Hunter declared. Everyone nodded as they started to set up a small camp. “Tech do you need help with anything?”, (Y/N) questioned. “No not at the moment, maybe ask Hunter or the others if they need anything”, Tech stated. “Oh okay I’ll be over there if you need anything”, (Y/N) said. She walked over to help Omega scavenge for food in the surrounding area. Hunter nodded as they walked into the forest, but he had no idea what lay in that forest.

“So you like Tech right?”, Omega asked. “Well yeah I do, but I don’t think he likes me back”, (Y/N) sighed. “I think Tech likes you, he just… well he’s Tech. I know that isn’t very helpful, but he does talk about you”, Omega smiled. “Really then what does he say about me?”, (Y/N) questioned. “Well he likes how you laugh and he enjoys your jokes. He says you are the only person he can relax and be himself around. Oh and that you’re a good listener even if you don’t understand what he is saying”, Omega admitted. 

(Y/N) was silent for a while until something to her right moved. “Omega hold on something doesn’t feel right”, (Y/N) said. She looked closer at the moving foliage only for a large animal with sharp teeth to jump out and land on her. Omega screamed as (Y/N) clawed at its eyes, but that didn’t stop it from biting her left forearm. (Y/N)’s scream had Tech moving faster than his brothers. He made it to her first automatically pulling his blaster and firing into the animal until it let go and fell over dead. 

“(Y/N) mesh’la are you alright?” he asked; checking her for injuries. “I’m fine it’s just a bite”, she said standing up. Tech noticed her sway and scooped her up into his arms carrying her back to the Marauder. “I can walk”, she grumbled. “Yes but in your condition it would be best to rest”, Tech informed her. She was starting to feel light headed and she smiled up at him. “You're so handsome and smart, has anyone ever told you that”, she sighed before placing her head on his shoulder. He hummed as he tried not to look at her because if he did she would see the blush spreading across his cheeks. 

Once back at the Marauder he took her straight to a crate where they had set up camp, and sat her down on it. He worked quickly to clean the wound and apologized when she hissed in pain. She watched as he wrapped her arm and tilted her head so he could give her a bacta/pain killer hypo injection. “Thank you”, she smiled. “You’re going to feel very sleepy here in a few minutes so we need to get you to your spot”, he informed her.

He helped her to her spot beside the fire and sat down beside her as she fell asleep. He monitored her breathing and made sure that the bandages were staying clean. She screamed and woke up with a start sitting up. “(Y/N) you’re safe. You’re okay, look at me”, he told her, putting his hand on her shoulder. She slowly looked at him as he talked to her through a breathing exercise. “Tech will you.. Umm will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone”, (Y/N) said.

“Yes I can stay. In fact scoot over”, he said matter of factly. She scooted over and he lay back against the small pack she used as a pillow. “It’s been scientifically proven that the heartbeat of another person can help you sleep more peacefully”, Tech spouted. She lay her head on his chest timidly until he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “You know that was a smooth move”, she smiled. “It was not a move, it's a scientific fact”, he sighed.

She sighed as well gathering up some courage she had to know if what Omega had said was true. “You know Omega told me some interesting things about you before I got attacked”, (Y/N) spoke. “What did she say?”, Tech nervously urged. “She said that you like me and that you like how I listen to you. How you like my jokes and you think that I’m funny although I think my jokes are lame”, she mentioned. 

He was quiet and (Y/N) felt like she shouldn’t have said anything. Tech could feel her tensing, and he was panicking inside. He had no idea how to talk to women, and usually offended them when they used to go to 79’s. “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable” she apologized. “No don’t apologize Omega is right I do enjoy your company and how you listen so intently when no one else does. I love your jokes no matter how ridiculous you think they are”, Tech declared.

“Wait so you do like me?”, (Y/N) observed. “Well yes I do, I thought I made that clear when I..hmph”, He was cut off by (Y/N) reaching up to kiss him. It was a short kiss that left him speechless and blushing. He felt his heart beating out of his chest as he tried to remember how to breathe. “I don’t think anyone has ever made Tech speechless before”, Hunter smirked from his spot eyes still closed. Tech glared at him as (Y/N) dissolved into giggles.

“We should get some rest so we don’t end up waking Wrecker, Omega and Echo. We all know how grumpy Echo gets when he doesn’t get his beauty sleep”, (Y/N) whispered. Tech nodded but froze when (Y/N) reached up to take off his goggles. “So you’re the one that takes them off when I fall asleep in the cockpit and work on things”, he yawned. “Yeah I know how they can cause headaches and discomfort. I also like to see your eyes even if you can’t really see me”, she sighed snuggling into him. 

He sat there realizing they both confessed to liking each other until he heard her breathing slow. “Goodnight cyar’ika”, he said, kissing the top of her head. He couldn’t believe what had just transpired earlier and he thought about it even as he fell asleep. Hunter peeked an eye open and chuckled to himself as he remembered how it was when (Y/N) first joined them and how Tech would stutter and panic when he didn’t know how to respond to her joking. He hadn’t assigned watches as Tech’s new perimeter beacons would alert if someone or something got too close and fell asleep. 

Tech woke first as he heard the others laughing, especially Wrecker as Hunter told them how he and (Y/N) confessed their feelings. “Do you all mind she is still sleeping and it's imperative that she get as much rest as possible so she can heal”, Tech seethed. “Man with a look like that you would give Crosshair a run for his money”, Echo huffed, rolling his eyes. Tech grabbed his goggles and put them on, careful not to wake (Y/N), but it was no use as he felt her stirring. 

“Morning mesh’la”, he greeted. “Mmm mornin”, she slurred still half asleep. (Y/N) stretched and got up then helped Tech up. “Come on we need to help them pack up”, she yawned. “No not until I have changed your bandages”, Tech commanded. “We can do it after we get everything packed and we are in space, and don’t even think about talking back to me loverboy”, (Y/N) countered as she started packing up. Wrecker laughed at Tech’s somewhat appalled look of being told off, but shrugged it off as (Y/N) was known to speak her mind.

They packed up and Tech noticed that (Y/N)’s bandage had fresh blood coming through it. He held his tongue until they were up in the reaches of space then went to find her as he left Echo to pilot the ship. (Y/N) was sitting on his bunk with the med kit open beside her. “I figured you would want to tend to the injury so I waited”, she grinned. Every time she grinned or smiled he felt like he was having heart palpitations, but he liked it and that scared him. 

“I’ll give you another bacta hypo and then apply some bacta salve to coat the wound”, he told her. She nodded and watched him adoringly as he carefully unwrapped her arm and applied the salve. The salve was cool but still burned as she hissed. Tech’s head whipped up as he grimaced noticing he was causing her pain. “Tech it’s okay you have to do this. It’s not your fault that the bacta stings”, she forced a smile. He relaxed some and re-wrapped her arm then grabbed the hypo.

She automatically turned her head so he could get the hypo into her neck. “Well that should get you through until we get to Ord Mantell”, Tech announced. He helped her to her feet and kissed the top of her head. “Maybe I can help you pilot today?”, she asked. (Y/N) had been wanting to pilot the Marauder since she joined the Bad Batch, but she knew how Tech felt about others piloting his pride and joy. “I think that can be arranged”, he smirked. (Y/N) squealed, reaching up on her toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. 

(Y/N) took off to the cockpit as Tech stood there trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. He was brought out of his daze as (Y/N) called from the cockpit. It was an easy flight back to Ord Mantell and he was impressed with how well she did even how gentle the landing was. “You did well, maybe you should be our new pilot a lot nicer to look at”, Echo joked. Tech rolled his eyes as (Y/N) laughed. 

“As much as I would love to, I would rather watch Tech fly, it's much more entertaining”, she said, nudging his arm with her elbow. Tech smiled, “Well maybe we can let you fly on the easy missions”. They laughed and jeered until they were able to deliver their new ally to Rex at Sid’s bar. Sid let them have drinks on the house and Tech watched (Y/N) drink her fill and then take off back for the Marauder. 

“I think you should have an escort back”, Tech told her. He took her hand in his and she blushed, not used to it and influenced a little by the alcohol. Once back at the Marauder he let her change and then he stripped his armor off down to his blacks. “Alright bandage change and more bacta before bed”, Tech scolded. “I hoped you had forgotten”, (Y/N) grinned, swinging her legs over the bunk. 

“Not a chance”, he replied. “So Tech I was wondering”, (Y/N) started. He hummed informing her to continue as he got the bandage off and started to apply more bacta. “Well would you like to be in a relationship… you know with me? Like a girlfriend boyfriend type relationship? If so I would like to take it slow”, she rambled. He froze for a moment as he mulled over her words. He didn’t know how to be in a relationship. This wasn’t a part of his training. Should he even respond? 

She held her breath as he seemed to think about it. “I believe I would like that and taking it slow would be good since I wasn’t trained for relationships”, he responded as he started to bandage again. “Nobody is trained for relationships Tech”, she laughed. There was that fluttering feeling in his chest again, but it was starting to become normal the more it happened and he liked it. “All done, you should rest now”, he smiled up at her.

“Okay but only if you join me. It really helped me sleep last time”, she yawned. He nodded and climbed up into his bunk then helped her up. She lay her head on his chest just like before, and he waited for her breathing to slow. “Night Tech love you”, she slurred before she fell asleep. “Night love you too cyar’ika”, he yawned, falling asleep as well. When the others returned they smiled at (Y/N) glued to Tech’s side with her head on his chest and Tech’s arm holding her tightly to him.

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Alright sorry it was so late getting this out, but here it is and I hope y’all enjoy it. Like I said, my ask box is open and I plan on doing a Mereel Skirata oneshot or story (not sure yet), and I will be updating my Jango fic as soon as I have time!

#bad batch tech #the bad batch #tech x reader #tech x reader fluff #all of the fluff #two idiots in love

[soclonely]

what about…the clones as people you’d see in the airport at 3pm on a tuesday*?

*assuming non-holiday week

This is ironic because next Tuesday I will be at the airport at 3pm on a work trip! Are you secretly my boss? 👀 If so, I deserve a raise!

Rex- Carrying coffee around for hours. Has probably hit starbucks 4 different times already and their wait time for their flight is only 2 hours

Echo- An oddly specific one. Blonde haired, messy bunned girl wearing a white t-shirt, black athetic shorts OR grey sweatpants, wearing birkenstocks, carrying a vera bradley backpack and a rolling bag, with her travel pillow hanging around her neck. I see them every time! Just pure absolute comfort

Fives- that one asshole sleeping on the ground with their legs sticking out and their hood up.

Jesse- Deer in headlights, first time traveler who has a PAPER TICKET with them. Bless these adults

Kix- The person whose phone is cranked up and they are talking and laughing loudly on it as they wander

Tup- no hesitation business traveler who has no problem running you over on the moving sidewalk to get to the business lounge.

Dogma- mentions to the clerk they have preboarding like 5 different times and asks to make sure they will be first to let on

Hardcase- the bachelorette party coming back from an extended weekend in Miami.. literally the worst flight experience of my life

Coric- The person running across 4 terminals with all of their belongings to catch their next flight because they thought flying into atlanta with only an hour between flights was plenty of time

Bly- the annoying couple walking in front of you slowly with their wheelie bags and holding onto one another. If you miss your flight because of them its totally okay to steal their wedding rings.

99- the airport worker in the golf cart. idk why, but hes always there

Cody- Flight attendants/pilots that are quickly shuffling around the airport to their next flight. they travel in a fucking pack

Waxer/Boil- Mom with a toddler who cannot keep them entertained. pushing them around the airport in a stroller, giving them constant snacks and toys, and having to watch them pick it up everytime their child throws it and cackles

Wolffe- The very tired customer service rep at the flight desk.

Boost/Sinker- Same as Kix BUT sitting next to you at the gate while waiting for your flight

Hunter- The dad who thought it would be cheaper to take a family trip in the middle of the week so him, his wife, and their five kids are going through checklists, looking at pamphlets, and talking while they wait to board.

Wrecker- The loud kid asking everyone questions and running all over the terminal while their parents just ignore it.

Tech- The dude sitting right in the middle of the outlet area near your gate and hogging the whole fucking table. I hate these guys

Crosshair- The group of people who bought plane tickets, but did not reserve their seats so they are now asking everyone at the gate if they will trade so they can sit next to their friends. No maam I paid an extra few $$ to pick my seat I will not trade you.

Omega- The influencer. Look, I love Omega but there is some serious influencer vibes there. selfies all over the airport

Howzer- the security guard that keeps following me around. I know I didnt do anything illegal but seeing the same one over and over again keeps making me second guess myself. like i dunno AM i actually smuggling drugs?

Fox- The group of guys sitting at the airport bar!

Gregor- The man with literally all the snacks. Seeing him at every convenience store in the airport (thats me)

#the clones as #khai come get ya juice

[violetjedisylveon]

Amnesia Chapter 13 - Home

Bad batch Omega centric au

Summary: Freyu returns home and finally accepts that Omega is part of her life. Tech discusses a lead he has with Echo.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: 🛑sleep deprivation, stress🛑

A/N: Hunter is stressed, sleep deprived and angry and has been for about 3 months at this point, his prefrontal cortex, the critical thinking part of the brain, is not working, at all. And good person/boss Cid is my fav headcanon.

Enjoy!

Bad Batch Amnesia AU Masterpost

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Freyu angrily stormed off the Mlikix hover station. The Empire hadn't had any issue with using a shuttle to get her to the capital, but when she had asked how she was going to get back, they just told her to take the hovertrain. It took her the entire night and most of the morning to get back.

That on top of everything else really pissed her off.

She really wanted to break something or someone for the stupid bullshit they just put her through for absolutely no reason, but that would only put a target on her back and she wasn't trying to get caught.

Her vehement refusal to the blood draw might have just put her in a worse position. That creepy doctor, he was smart, she could tell he was smarter than Rampart, than a lot of the Empire. He might figure it out if she wasn't careful.

Even if the Empire said they were done with her, she had a gut feeling she was going to be watched from now on. Her instincts had never been wrong before, she had been wrong.

Now she had to be extra careful with what she did in public, and even at home. Though it wasn't like they could get close enough to her home to see anything.

She still had a feeling of unease as she thought about that creepy doctor, she knew him from somewhere, she was sure of that, she just couldn't place it.

I'll have to check Maat's list. Her brother has given her a very long, extensive list of now Imperial personnel to avoid and why. The top three were all Palpatine. She had never really liked that old man so it made enough sense, something felt off about him the one time she met him.

A loud whiny roused her from her thoughts.

She glanced up to see Asichi standing in the middle of the road. Of course she'd been followed.

"Hey girl, see you've been waiting for me." She called out loudly, weary of being watched.

Asichi caught on and trotted over to her. If the doctor had questions, he could ask a Massii that could stomach his vile presence. Asichi's velvety soft muzzle nuzzled her forehead, she closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her thick mane.

"I'm tired." She whispered.

It was late, it would take her an hour to get back home from here. She could just head home, it wasn't too late yet, and she had promised Omega she'd be back by tonight, but she didn't want to be around anyone right now. Not for a while, she needed to process everything before she went back home.

Asichi neighed and nudged her cheek, bringing her attention to the saddle on her back. The saddle bags were full.

"Alask packed you up for me?" She mused.

Asichi nodded and wrapped a tendril around her wrist.

Alask's too good to me.

Freyu pulled herself up onto Asichi's back and rode out of Mlikix, heading for the forest near her home.

She needed to be among the Mother Forest for a few hours. She was safe there, she always had and always would be safe there.

"Let's go see our mother, shall we?" Sje prompted Asichi.

With a giddy neigh and jump, Asichi took off, taking her far away from the Empire.

XXX

Freyu arrived at Alask's house late at night. Just barely within the time limit she had given Omega. She was cutting it close, but she had still made it.

She set Asichi up in the conveniently left open stall for the night. The mare gleefully chowed down on the food she offered. Freyu patted Asichi's neck as she ate.

"I'll give you a good grooming tomorrow, hows that sound?" She prompted.

Asichi neighed in agreement, then nudged her towards Alask's house. She had a feeling she would find a certain someone still awake.

She entered with the key she still had, and made sure the house was fully locked once she was finally inside.

She took off her shoes and coat and quietly moved into the living room.

Knowing Alask, something had been set up for her to crash on for the night. She found the lamp near the couch still on low, and the couch's bed was pulled out. Alask's couch bed was unfairly comfortable.

Sheets and blankets were laid out nicely for her. Alask was truly too good to her.

She quietly made her way to the refresher to change with the clothes she'd brought in. She briefly debated taking a shower, but decided against it, she could get one later and Alask's sheets could be cleaned. It wasn't like she was covered in blood this time.

She put her dirty clothes in her bag and made her way back to the living room. A soft noise caught her attention, she glanced in its direction and saw a very sleepy Omega walking out of her room, rubbing her eyes.

Her hunch had been correct. She wasn't exactly happy about Omega staying up waiting for her, but she certainly wasn't going to complain, she had missed her vod'ika.

Omega squinted at her for a second then blinked.

"Freyu?" She whispered.

"Yep. I'm back, Meg'ika." Freyu whispered back.

Omega threw herself down the hall and slammed into her, almost knocking her off balance. The girl almost started crying as Freyu patted her head and ran her fingers through her curly hair.

"I'm back, just like I told you I'd be." She whispered reassuringly.

Omega held onto her for a little bit longer until her need to use the fresher overtook her.

"I'm on the couch, goodnight Meg'ika." Freyu whispered.

Omega muttered an "mhm", and Freyu left her ward to tend to her business.

She settled into Alask's incredibly comfortable couch bed and was prepared to knock out for a solid day. She was so exhausted.

In the back of her mind she knew she wouldn't get nearly as much sleep as she wanted, she had orders to catch up on, ingredients to process since she had been smart enough to do a bit of foraging while she was out and a bunch of inventory to do, maybe she could ask Tesi to help out with that. And she needed to carve some time out to give Asichi a proper grooming.

However, all of that was hours away from being her problem. She sighed and finally released the tension that had been building inside of her since that clone approached her yesterday.

She wasn't at all surprised when the bed creaked as she was joined by Omega. She let Omega snuggle up close to her and get herself comfortable before wrapping her arms around her sister and pulling her close. She breathed in the warm, comforting scent of Alask's cleaner, the soft, sweet scents she had come to associate with Omega, and the dozens of other smells that symbolized home and safety to her.

Nothing else in the galaxy mattered but this sense of safety she had right now.

"I missed you." Omega whispered quietly.

Freyu nuzzled her forehead, relieved when Omega eagerly leaned into her soft touch.

"I missed you too, vod'ika." She whispered back.

Omega hummed contentedly, her mind was completely peaceful and quiet. Screw whatever had happened to Omega before she found her, even what she did remember wasn't good, she was much happier and safer here. She liked it better here, and she liked being with her.

Freyu felt something she hadn't in a long time. The warm, fuzzy feeling of loving and being loved slowly spread through her body. After all of this time, three months of caring for and loving Omega, she could accept what she had initially refuted.

Omega was her sister, and Mother Forests take pity on the poor souls who thought they were going to take her sister again.

Omega was her Vod'ika, and she was Omega's Ori'vod.

She was going to protect her like one.

XXX

Echo walked into Cid's to see Tech furiously typing away on his datapad.

Hunter was nowhere to be scene, he vaguely recalled Wrecker saying something about distracting him before going to his therapy appointment.

"Is something up?" He prompted his younger brother as he got himself a drink.

He had started working at the bar since Cid wasn't sending them out so much. At the moment it was just Viserric working, the Mikkian nodded to him and moved aside to let him come behind the counter.

"Your idiot brother has been ordering energy drinks every twenty minutes." They muttered to him.

He glanced over and yep, there were several empty glasses around his little brother. He recognized that intensely focused look in his eyes.

"Tech?" He tapped his little brother's shoulder.

Tech jolted away and reached for his blaster before recognizing him.

"You alright?" He asked.

Tech adjusted his goggles and cleared his throat.

"Yes I-I was not expecting that." He explained.

Echo just patted his shoulder and slid him a large glass of water. He gathered up Tech's used glasses and started to wash them.

"You looked pretty focused there, find something interesting?" He asked.

"I believe I have." Tech said.

He took a breath, about to spill literally everything he had just learned, whether it was important to their operations of just something Tech found particularly fascinating today. Echo truly didn't mind his little brother's info dumps, but given the amount of glasses, Tech hadn't done anything but research and binge caffine for hours.

"Drink some water and eat something before you tell me." Echo instructed before Tech could start his rant.

Tech grumbled under his breath, but didn't argue. Echo had his headset play some relaxing music in the background as he took care of the dishes, his cybernetics had been waterproofed by Tech back when he first joined them.

Viserric quickly tossed together whatever Tech had ordered. Cid's food wasn't always the healthiest, but it was a good price for a decent quality.

"If you want to eat something you should get it before the evening rush." Viserric advised him.

He acknowledged their words with a nod and did a few more odd jobs while he waited for Wrecker to come back from whatever distraction he had dragged Hunter off too.

"Echo, there's something I'd like to discuss with you before the others come back." Tech said once he finished his plate.

Echo glanced to Viserric, the Mikkian was somewhat aware of their situation, they didn't say anything about it, it wasn't their problem. They rolled their eyes and grabbed Tech's empty plate.

"Get going, Weshu and Aevnass will be here before the rush starts." They told him.

He followed Tech to the employee rooms in the back of Cid's, not all of Cid's employees used them, but there were enough for most of a full staff.

Viserric lived here, which was why they were more aware of the situation than the others. Echo spent more nights in the moderately sized room than he did on the marauder, he almost never slept there any more. His brothers had stopped asking about it two months ago.

Tech sat at the small desk, Echo sat on his bed.

"Well?" He prompted.

"I think I've finally got something." Tech said with a hopeful excitement in his voice.

"You do, huh?"

Tech nodded and pulled something up on his data pad.

"I was checking Imperial activity in sectors with refugee programs in the outer rim, I thought I would find something of use to us, and I was correct." Tech said.

"You think you've got a lead?" Echo hummed thoughtfully.

"I believe I do. Yes." Tech handed his datapad over.

Echo glanced over the image on the screen. It was taken from a surveillance drone, the focus was two Pantorans going about their day in a market. The younger of the two was holding the older girl's hand as she talked with a vendor.

"It's just a pair of Pantorans. I don't see how that could help us." Echo said, passing the device back to his brother.

"The young girl is Omega." Tech stated.

Echo blinked at the bold statement

"Really?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yes, do you not see it? I thought it was obvious." Tech said.

Echo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Tech, that is clearly a Pantoran child, she just happens to look somewhat similar to Omega from that angle." He said.

"I did a facial analysis of her in all the images I could find, it matches Omega almost perfectly, I suspect the error is due to the face mask she is wearing to get the blue color." Tech said.

"Or, that error is because they are two different people." Echo argued.

"They are too similar for that to be the case." Tech argued back.

Echo did not have it in him to fight Tech on this issue. He sighed and conceded defeat.

"Okay, so you think that's Omega, what do you plan to do about it?" He asked.

"We'll go to this planet and find her, it's quite simple actually." Tech said.

"And if it's not Omega and we just harassed some random Pantorans for no reason?" Echo challenged.

"Then we keep looking." Tech said.

"Assuming they don't call the local authorities or the Empire on us for harassing them." Echo scoffed.

Tech fixed him with a glare.

"I did not know you cared so little." He said.

Echo scowled at him.

"You know it's not that. We lost Omega three months ago and haven't heard anything of her since, I'm just a little skeptical that we'll ever find her by now." He explained.

"What if this is it? What if we've finally found her? Isn't it worth the risk?" Tech prompted.

Echo sighed and glanced at the images on the datapad. He wouldn't admit it, but the little girl's smile did remind him of Omega, only she was happier than he'd ever seen her. She looked happier, healthier and better fed than ever.

Even if it was Omega, and he was very sure it wasn't, taking her from a place where she was clearly well cared for didn't feel right.

"She looks pretty happy there." He pointed out.

Tech gave him a side glance.

"Even if that is Omega, are you sure we should take her?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Just look at her, Tech, that kid is someone who has a home where she's being taken care of, she isn't risking her life to earn a living, she's safe." He paused for a moment, debating whether or not to say what he had been thinking for months.

"Omega wasn't safe with us, not like that kid is. Maybe, if it is her, it would be in her best interest to leave her alone." He suggested.

Tech was silent for a few minutes.

"You have a good point, though I'm not so sure Hunter would agree." He said cautiously.

"Do you?" He questioned.

"I want what is best for Omega, if that means leaving her to someone else's care, then that is what will happen." Tech said firmly.

At least I have one brother on my side. Echo thought.

His eyes flicked over to the pair of Pantorans.

"Why's the Empire interested in these two anyway?" He asked.

"I'm not sure yet, though the older one is their focus. The reason is classified." Tech answered.

"What's classified?"

Echo jumped at Hunter's voice.

"Kriff Hunter! You can't just barge in like that!" He scolded.

Hunter gave him an apologetic shrug.

"What are you two looking at?" He asked.

"I've found a lead." Tech stated before Echo could stop him.

"What?!" Hunter pushed past Echo and snatched up Tech's datapad.

"Did you find 'er?!" Wrecker asked excitedly.

"Tech found someone who looks like her." Echo said.

Hunter immediately glared at him and opened his mouth to say something Echo didn't care to hear.

"Save it. I've already had this talk with Tech." He growled.

Hunter still glared, but at least he shut up. They weren't on the best of terms at the moment.

"Where is this? We need to get there now." Hunter said.

Echo reached over and took the datapad from his brother. He wanted to stop him from getting any unrealistic ideas.

"How about we go talk with Cid about this first, she might have some useful information." He said, folding his arms over the datapad.

Hunter looked pissed, well he would have if he wasn't so sleep deprived.

"Fine." He grumbled.

Echo quickly left his room to go find Cid and drag her into this mess.

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Sillies:

Freyu: *adopts Omega*

Hunter: damn it! how are we gonna get Omega back now?!

Echo, tired: how about we just adopt the person who adopted her?

Hunter, sleep deprived (and stupid): that'll never work!

Echo: wanna bet?

Freyu has finally accepted that Omega is her sister! Yay! It only took her three months to get there, by Massanii laws Freyu's been her legal guardian since week two.

Good luck trying to get Omega away from her now.

Ngl the boys are gonna have a very interesting situation on their hands soon. Omega doesn't remember or know them, and she's with Freyu now, who actually knows how to take care of and raise a child, and it's been over three months, do they really have any right to intervene in something so good for her?

Expect lots of arguments + Hunter's prefrontal cortex still not working(that's the nice way of saying he's gonna do something(s) stupid)

Also Cid has housing for her employees, they don't have to pay for it and it isn't taken out of their salary. It's a policy enforced by the person who actually owns the building Cid uses, but Cid doesn't really mind cause it really doesn't take that much out of the bottom line. She's a business person but she's not heartless, not here at least 🙃

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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[tempest-sun]

Diamond in the Rough Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Prince Tech(y)

Warnings: None; save for a mention of the use of a needle to inject a substance.

Words: 2,315

Summary: Tech completes his research. A familiar face appears. The Bad Batch infiltrates the Royal Palace.

Ch. 01 - Ch. 02 - Ch. 03 - Ch. 04

Over the next few days, Tech has been burying himself in research, diving deep into encrypted Republic files. As much as he’d loathe to admit it, he’s hit a wall with his equations, missing an essential piece of the puzzle. Currently, he is scrolling through the files of successful undercover missions searching for one in particular. He’s about to quit for the night when he sees it.

‘HARDEEN, R.’

Bingo. 

Impatiently, he navigates past details of the mission to the page he cares about most. A smile crosses his lips reading the ingredient and measurement list to replicate the serum. Committing what he needs to memory, he eagerly rushes out to the marketplace to find what he needs. 

Back on the Marauder, Tech lays out all of the components of the serum. It was surprisingly easy to get all of it in one fell swoop. Almost like it was fate that he was meant to do this. However, Fate is a cruel mistress and his plan has come to an abrupt halt when he re-reads the last but most crucial part of the serum.

‘Lastly, you’ll need a DNA sample of the person you’re looking to replicate.’ The final step reads.

Dank Farrik. Tech begins to panic when he realizes that it’s going to be near impossible to get a sample of his batch twin’s specific DNA. Unless…

This is the one time he’s thankful that his brothers are as messy as they are. Gingerly, he picks up a discarded toothpick that must have rolled under the racks last time his batch twin was there. Walking back to the front of the ship, Tech blows any excess dust off the toothpick. He slides it into the test tube, watching as the meticulously mixed concoction dissolves the wood. 

The bubbles dissipate and that’s how Tech knows the serum is ready. He reaches for the syringe. He hesitates. What if it doesn’t work? 

Pushing his doubts aside, he draws up the recommended dose into the syringe. It has to work. 

Fashioning a tourniquet out of one of Hunter’s discarded bandanas, Tech ties it tight above the injection site. He presses the needle into the thick vein raising on the inside of his arm hissing in pain as the serum mixes with his blood stream. It HAS to.

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“Hey, has anyone seen Tech anywhere?” Hunter asks the squad, descending the ramp of the Marauder. “His goggles are here…”

“Maybe he went to the market again?” Echo suggests not looking up from the panel of wires he is repairing. 

“For his secret project!” Wrecker says with his mouth full nudging Omega’s shoulder.

Hunter squints his eyes. “What secret project?” He asks Omega pointedly, his hands on his hips.

Omega shrugs. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a familiar silvered hair figure. “Crosshair?!” Hopping off the crate she’s perched on, she discards her breakfast plate bounding over to her brother. She wraps her arms around his skinny waist. “What’re you doing here?!”

“Omega,” Tech’s voice spills from Crosshair’s lips. “It’s me. Tech.”

Omega’s eyes widen in shock. “Tech?!”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Hunter pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Woah, how’d you turn into Crosshair?” Wrecker circles Tech. “Can you turn me into Crosshair?!”

“Yeah, how did you manage this Tech?” Echo joins them, his arms folded across his chest in disapproval. “Better yet why?”

To be a suitable contender for the Princess’ heart. 

Tech squares his shoulders. “I thought it was obvious. Crosshair is unknown to this region, there is no chance of recognition for the mission.” Always confound them with logic.

Hunter doesn't fight the smile that creeps on his face before he lets out a full barking laugh. 

That’s unexpected… Tech thinks to himself. He watches as his no nonsense brother is doubled over with his hands on his knees wheezing in unrestrained laughter.

“Tech,” Hunter sputters out when he finally catches his breath. “What have you– this is too good.” He chuckles. “Omega, get the cam.”

Omega sprints inside the Marauder returning in a flash with the small silver holocam she convinced them to buy many moons ago. 

“Is this necessary?” Tech rolls his eyes. 

“Say Lula!” Wrecker laughs.

Tech is unimpressed as Hunter snaps a holostill of Tech as Crosshair. Hunter chuckles. “Gotta say Tech, you’ve got the Crosshair look down.”

“Crosshair is gonna love this!” Omega looks at the holostill. 

“Oi, I’m not paying you all to stand around,” Cid hobbles up to the Batch. “Who’s the newbie?” She juts her thumb in Tech-as-Crosshair’s direction. 

“Oh, that’s Crosshair, er, Tech.” Wrecker rubs the back of his neck. “It’s confusing.”

Cid’s expression remains neutral. “I don’t want to know.” She hands Hunter a data pad. 

“What’s this?”

“An in. Tonight the Queen is throwing a party. My source says the guards will be occupied in the ballroom…” Cid trails off.

“Meaning the vault will be unguarded.” Hunter finishes her sentence. 

“Good news Goggles, you’ll get to see your girlfriend again,” Cid smirks. “However,” she looks Tech up and down, clicking her tongue. “If you want to impress her, it’s gonna take a lot more than changing your face. Come with me.” 

Tech looks confused. “I don’t understand?”

“You will,” Cid walks away. 

“I’ll come with you Tech,” Omega slips her hand in his. 

Against his better judgement, he and Omega follow Cid back into town. She leads them to a shop with tables upon tables of luxurious fabrics from across the galaxy. 

“Tech! You gotta feel this,” Omega smooths her fingertips over a swatch of red Nabian silk. 

“Eh! You stain it, you buy it,” a silver-haired woman comes out of the back room. Her unruly curls held back from her tanned face by a thick turquoise headband. “Oh hey, Cid.”

“Hey Jo’rie, I need a favour.” Cid leans forward on the counter. “We’re looking for some clothes for tonight.”

Jo’rie wipes her hands on her apron. “No deal, do you know how many customers I had looking for last minute alterations? It’s a miracle that I was able to finish the Princess’ dress in time.”

“Listen, see that guy over there?” She points to Tech who is admiring what Jo’rie’s shop has to offer despite him knowing full well they are impractical for his lifestyle. 

“He’s handsome alright,” Jo’rie shrugs her shoulders. “What about him?”

“Let’s just say, he’s not from around here,” Cid leans in conspiratorially. “I’m not supposed to say anything but he’s a Prince from the planet Abaya.”

“Abaya? I’ve never heard of it,” Jo’rie looks Tech-as-Crosshair up and down. 

“I didn’t either but with this new Empire maps are being redrawn everyday.” Cid cleanly lies. “Needless to say, he’s looking for a suit to woo the Princess.”

Jo’rie shakes her head. “I know we go way back, Cid, but I can’t help you. Not already so late in the day.”

Cid squints her eyes. “I don’t think you understand what I mean Jo. It’d be good for business. Not only would you be dressing one monarch tonight, but two.”

The shopkeeper muses for a minute, tapping her foot. “Well. When you put it that way…” she smiles. “There isn’t time to make a whole new suit but I do have some pieces that were ‘left behind’. I can whip up a few alterations.”

“Knew you’d see the value in it,” Cid grins. “Hey Goggles and Tiny! Get over here. It’s time to get ready.”

Tech and Omega sit on two steel barrels waiting while Jo’rie moves about her backroom. Objects clatter to the wooden floor. “This won’t do. No. Not this colour. Definitely not. Hmm. Let’s see,” she returns carrying a bundle of cream and gold fabrics. “Put this on.”

Tech takes the bundle from her, walking towards the changing area. Methodically, he folds his blacks laying them on the bench before changing into the cream silk suit. In the mirror, he admires how the serum has worked. It’s strange to see Crosshair's face staring back at him when he’s been so used to his own reflection. He squints leaning closer to the mirror. Crosshair's signature tattoo over his left eye has faded completely. The serum can’t be wearing off this fast… can it? 

“You okay Tech?” Omega asks from the other side of the curtain.

“I look ridiculous,” Tech sighs, reluctantly opening the curtain.

“Woah,” Omega gasps. 

“Not bad Goggles,” Cid compliments. “Who knew you’d clean up this good.”

Omega beams at him. “Yeah Tech! You look good!”

Tech looks down at his little sister who is clad in a matching cream tunic and trousers with a gold trim on the sleeves and seams. “You look beautiful Omega.”

“Well, I am a Princess now after all,” She winks. 

“So about payment?” Jo’rie interrupts. 

Tech and Omega look to Cid. Cid rolls her eyes, producing a small purse of credits from her pocket plunking it on the counter. 

“Pleasure doing business with you Cid,” Jo’rie smirks. “You best be going now if you want to make the party in time. The Queen is a real stickler for punctuality.”

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Tech and Omega can hear the festivities long before the palace comes into view. Red lanterns illuminate the road leading to the main gate. A sequence of pleasant, jaunty melodies punctuate the balmy night air. Convoys of people in fine jewels and clothes leisurely make their way towards the castle. Tech flexes his fingers curling them in and out of fists at his sides.

Omega puts her hand on his arm. “It’ll be okay Tech.”

Tech bites the inside of his cheek. “The last time we were here…”

“I know,” she squeezes his wrist. “But we’ll actually see the Princess this time and give her back her necklace!”

They make it to the main gates where two guards are marking guests' names off a data pad. 

“Your name Sir?” The guard yawns.

“I, uh,” Tech stammers, his cover name completely escaping his mind.

“This is my brother, Prince Techy.” Omega pipes up quickly. “And I am Princess Omi from the planet Abaya.”

The guard searches the list. “Abaya huh? Never heard of it.” He regards the two suspiciously. “What is your business here?”

“Well,” Omega begins. “We heard the Princess is a sight, you know, lovely to see?”

Tech, meanwhile, discreetly tries to press the button on his vambrance to override the guest list that should've had their identities on it before they got to the gate.

“That is why, good sirs, we got dressed up all nice to drop by,” she continues. Tech nods out the corner of her eye. “Perhaps check the list again?”

“I’m telling you, the list is correct–” he looks down again at the blue screen. He squints. Sure enough their names are now there. He rubs his temples. “Many apologies, your Majesties. It’s been a long day. Forgive me.”

Tech waves his hand dismissively. “No apologies necessary. We shall be on our way.”

“Of course,” the guards bow to the pair. 

Once they are out of earshot of the guards, Tech confirms with the rest of the Batch that they made it. 

“Good, we’re coming up to the outer walls. We’ll signal when we’ve infiltrated the castle. Try to blend in.” Hunter states. 

“Still not fair how he gets to party when we don’t,” Wrecker grumbles.

“When the job is done, you can party anywhere you like.”

Wrecker gasps. “You really mean that?”

Tech can practically hear Hunter’s eye roll. “Yes Wrecker. Now can we focus on the mission?” 

The comm channel is closed as Tech and Omega enter the expansive foyer of the palace. 

The foyer looks more inviting this time compared to the last time Tech was here. The lights this time have been dimmed from the harsh white light to a soft yellow. The sweet aroma of Alderaanian flame lilies, purple passions, and candlewick flowers dances through the air. Omega inhales deeply. “Can we bring some back to the Marauder? I think it’d freshen up the ship a bit.”

“You’re not wrong about that,” Tech cracks a small smile even though the feelings of unease have begun to bubble up. “But I don’t think they’ll appreciate us stealing some.”

“Well we are stealing the crown jewels,” Omega shrugs, looking around the room at the smiling, mingling guests. “What’s a few flowers on top of that?”

Kids got a point. Before Tech can open his mouth to speak, the sound of fanfare silences the room. 

“Honoured guests,” the rich voice of the Royal Advisor rings out at the top of the stairs. “May I present, her majesty, Queen Shira.”

The crowd claps enthusiastically as the Queen appears beside her advisor. She waves, elegantly descending the stairs. 

Tech scans the upper balcony searching for you, the person he’s been craving to see since the last time you spoke. 

“And may I present the Crown Princess, Princess Y/N.”

Time stops when you appear at the top of the stairs. Tech’s heart pounds in his chest at the sight of you and your effortless ethereal beauty. The deep turquoise blue gown you are wearing compliments your complexion perfectly. It is as if you’ve appeared straight out of the tales that Omega has been reading between missions. He has to remind himself to breathe as you descend the staircase waving as your mother did.

He notes that it appears you are looking for someone among the crowd. 

She’s looking for you. Tech shakes that impossible thought away when he sees Prince Jafan kiss your knuckles. You give the Prince a soft smile, allowing yourself to be led away. 

Before you disappear from sight, Tech meets your eyes when you glance back. A small flicker of a frown appears on your face. The disappointment stings but he is determined that he will make you see that he is the man for you. 

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[idiotic21]

Wanted, The Bad Batch -> 02 - New Friends

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The Bad Batch and Ryki had reached a deal. In exchange for her joining their crew, they'd provide her with security and a place to stay. "Alright," Hunter said standing up, "Let's get going." 

A chuckle escaped Ryki "Woah there. We're not in a rush, are we?". The boys exchanged glances, "Not exactly...," Hunter replied. "Awesome, cause I was actually hoping you guys would like to stay for dinner?"  

"You, want to eat with us?" Tech asked with surprise on behalf of his baffled team. Ryki quirked her eyebrows and nodded, "Why not?" She pointed to the small bond fire near her garden: "Plus, I kinda already have some stew over the fire, and waste not, you know. Also, I'm sure your daughter would want something to eat." 

"Daughter!?" The four exclaimed, suddenly their eyes were wandering everywhere else rather than looking at Ryki, she laughed at their sudden shyness. Hunter cleared his throat, walking himself to the door "I'll go get her." then he paused, "Oh, and she's not technically our daughter-" 

"Whatever you say, Sarge, just wake her up already. Dinner is almost ready." Ryki mock saluted Hunter, then turned to Tech, Echo and Wrecker. "Now, I suppose you guys could help me pack some stuff up?" 

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'Daughter', Hunter thought in his silent walk to the ship. Though it's only been a short while since he's gotten to know Omega, he had to admit that the young girl had somehow wormed her way to his heart and into the hearts of the rest of the Batch. Wrecker even made her, her own room. Deep down, Omega meant a lot to him and he would protect her. He did what Omega thought of her new family. 'Family', the Sargent sighed, he approached Omega's room and knocked on her room's wall. "Omega?" 

It was quiet for a while until he heard a sleepy groan from the room. Hunter chuckled, 'she sure loves to sleep in her own room'. Climbing up the ladder, Hunter poked his head through the curtains. Omega was curled up in her blankets as she clutched Lula, deep in slumber. She looked so peaceful, Hunter almost didn't want to wake her up, "Hey, kid. Dinner time." Sleepily rubbing her eyes, Omega sat up with messy hair. "Where are we?", she asked noticing the lack of engine sound from the Marauder. 

"Still on Ord Mantell. We had to stop to make a new, uhm, friend." 

"Friend?! Dinner!"

Hunter was still hesitant to call Ryki a friend, but they were in a desperate situation. Besides, he didn't sense anything of malice from the Mirialan, not yet at least. Hunter forced a smile and soon enough, Omega was motivated to run out of her room eager to see this new 'friend' of theirs.

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"Wrecker, Echo, catch that droid!" 

Three Bad Batchers were chasing around Ryki's malfunctioning hybrid droid, B7. She asked if Tech could check him up, he agreed, but the spherical droid had a personality of its own and started to roll around the house, running away from Tech. 

"Got him!" Wrecker managed to corner B7 against the wall, Echo revving his robotic hand intimidatingly. While B7 was distracted, Tech jumped on the droid and finally got a hold of him. With a few tweaks here and there and some rather harsh language from B7, Tech managed to do some rewiring and fixed the stubborn droid. B7 complained in binary and rolled away angrily, Ryki sighed. "Thanks for fixing him up, and uh, sorry for his words. B7's got a personality." Offering a hand to Tech, she pulled him up on his feet. "No problem," He nodded. 

"What type of droid is that anyway?" 

Ryki shrugged, "Honestly, I have no idea. I found him wandering around in Black Spire, the next thing I knew he followed me around like a lost pet." She explained to Echo, cringing soon after when she heard some questionable beeps and chirps from her droid. "Oh, and thanks for the help Echo, Wrecker." 

The mirialan looked around her temporary home and huffed, "Looks like I'm all packed thanks to you guys." Wrecker looked a little confused when he saw only two bags on the floor, "That's all you got?". Ryki nodded, "What can I say, I am a light traveller. We'll take this to the ship after dinner." 

"Everything alright? Saw an angry droid running out there." 

"Everything's fine, Hunter," Tech informed his brother. "So Hunter, is your little girl awake?" Ryki walked up to the door where the Sargent leaned against. Hunter nodded his head towards the herb garden. Following his line of sight, she saw a little girl walking around the garden with the widest smile on her face. Ryki chuckled, "She's very curious". Omega's small gasps and excited laughter brought the rest of the crew to the house's entrance. "She's not seen other planets before," Echo expressed sadly which in turn spiked Ryki's own curiosity about Omega. "What do you mean?"

"Well, before she met us, Omega was only ever on Kamino and not allowed to go anywhere. All of this is very new to her." Ryki quietly dwelled on Tech's information. From what she could assume, Omega didn't have an interesting life before this. She pitied Omega, in her eyes no child should be kept locked away. They watched as Omega pranced around and poked at the different plants in Ryki's garden. Slowly, Omega's attention was drawn to the bonfire. No doubt the smell of sweet stew had attracted her, though she got a little too close to the fire for any of the boys' comfort. Hunter was about to lunge out towards Omega, only for a small hand to hold him back by the shoulder, "Don't worry, Hunter. She knows not to get too near. I'm going to go talk to her." 

Weirdly enough, Hunter awkwardly did as the mirialan told him to. Ryki patted Hunter's shoulder, then flashed the guys a smile before walking off to Omega. Oddly enough, Ryki somehow reassured them that Omega would be fine under the woman's care. "Is it just me, or are we actually okay with Ryki being around Omega?" Wrecker asked confused. "Ryki is a woman. Her maternal instincts must be kicking in. That and Hunter can sense if she means any harm." Tech explained like it was the most obvious thing ever. "If Hunter does not worry, we don't need to." 

"That does not answer my question Tech." 

Tech rolled his eyes, "Yes Wrecker. We are all okay with it. Surprisingly." 

"I wouldn't get too close to the fire if I were you." Omega jumped slightly from her position. She turned to only find herself gaping with awe at the mirialan in front of her "Woah...", Omega cooed. Ryki felt amusement rising within, "Hello there little one. I'm Ryki Taala. You can call me Ryki." Omega watched as the mirialan, Ryki, sat on the ground, not wanting to intimidate the girl. "Woah... what-who are you?" 

Ryki watched contently as Omega carefully approached her, eyes scanning her up and down with innocence.  She could see a billion questions pass Omega's brown eyes. "I'm a mirialan. How bout you? What's your name?" The playfulness and calm in Ryki's voice urged Omega to come closer. "I-I'm Omega. I'm a clone." Omega continued to look at the green-skinned woman and couldn't help herself from asking, "Why is your skin green? I've never seen anything like it." 

"It's just how my people look like." Ryki took Omega's curiosity about the matter as a good sign of the child's growth. Omega could not help herself but awe at the woman again, "You're soo pretty. Your eyes are soo beautiful!" She admitted out loud. A smirk played on Ryki's face, she tilted her head and grinned, "You're beautiful yourself young one." Ryki held out a hand and Omega grasped it tightly, bouncing lightly on her feet. "It's wonderful to meet you, Omega." Green emerald eyes met the younger, vibrant golden-brown ones. The Batchers watched with amazement in their eyes and an unspoken bond slowly began to surface between the two females.

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Another serving of stew was passed around. Ryki had the Batchers gather around the fire and she offered them bowls of sweet stew. "Awh yeah! This is the best thing I've eaten in a long time." Wrecker was more than happy to accept the other bowl of stew that Ryki kept for him. "You should make this more often." He complimented. 

Ryki had a very satisfied smile on her face. By how the boys and Omega ate, it looked to her as if they had not eaten anything like this before. "Have you not eaten stew before?" She braved her question. "No. We usually just eat ration bars. They're aren't as appetizing as this." Echo told her. 

"Hmm. Looks like you'll be eating more of my stew soon." Several quiet yes' from Tech and Omega made Ryki laugh. While the six rested by the fire, Ryki was entertaining the many questions the boys and Omega had for her. Tech as usual asked about Ryki's many herbs and how she patented them. Echo was just as curious, he asked how much her medicine was worth. "Well, in the black market it could go up for about five thousand credits per vile of patented medicine." She somehow had an inkling that she, Tech and Echo would get along well. Though she made it quite clear that she was not ready to reveal her past to the Bad Batch when Echo had asked her about her what she worked as. Echo seemed to catch on to Ryki's uneasiness about the subject and dropped it.

The boys had moved what little of Ryki's belongings into the Havoc Marauder. Tech took it upon himself to make sure that all her patenting equipment was kept by his own tinkerings and creations, making sure it was far away from Wrecker's destructiveness. Hunter stood watch as Ryki and Omega put out the bond fire, the mirialan not missing a beat to splash Omega with some water. Watching the two girls act carefree around each other even though they just met made him wonder why it felt so natural to allow Ryki this close to Omega. He couldn't help but smile, it made him feel weird.

"What is it?" Hunter turned to see Echo standing beside him. The two boys watched as Omega and their new recruit continued to mess around. "You're worried," Tech noted. Hunter sighed, folding his arms. "How can I not be. We don't really know her that well and we're are welcoming her on board. She's on the run and so are we. That's just going to draw more trouble for us." 

"True. She's made it three weeks free of worry though. Not to mention she did allow you to sense any bad intentions from her." 

Hunter knows Ryki won't hurt Omega, but the past that she kept hidden troubled him. He did not want any more bounty hunters coming after them. They could not even handle Fennec. The tenseness from the Sargent was easy for Ryki to pick up on, even with the distance between them. "Alright, your friend's a little impatient waiting for you." Ryki joked and pointed at Hunter. Omega grumbled a little, "I still wanna play". 

"We'll play in the ship later, alright?" Nodding, Omega skipped ahead and went into the ship, Echo following her behind. 

"You're sure about leaving?" 

The mirialan stopped just a few paces away from Sargent. She didn't need to search his mind to notice his distrust. "What's wrong dark and broody? Not reconsidering your offer are you?" The Sargent ignored her sarcastic quip, "Your good with Omega," he simply stated. "I suppose I am. Thank my instincts I guess." 

"What are you hiding about your past? You tensed up when Echo asked you." 

"One would tense up when the topic is overly sensitive. You don't find me asking you about your missing teammate now do you." 

Hunter narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. Her words clearly affected him and she could see it. "I wish for you to respect my discretion about the topic as you would want me to mind yours, Sargent." Neither two broke their intense glare on each other. "I'm not going to hurt Omega if that's what you're worried about." 

"How can I trust you?" 

Ryki's glare hardened, "If it's one thing I cannot tolerate, is seeing a child not being able to get the life they need. I went through that and I know no child should suffer my fate." Promises past her lips, "I won't let Omega's childhood be taken from her. Whether you want to believe me or not is your choice." Not sparring another second, she walked past Hunter. Her eyes piercing the side of his head as he avoided her stare. "If it's all the same to you, I don't really know if I can trust you. You could turn me in to the nearest bounty station if you wanted to." 

Hunter finally returned her glare. "Bold of you to assume we wouldn't. We're low on credits." 

Ryki chuckled, her eyes narrowed somehow making the emerald of her eyes glow a dangerous green. "Bold of you to assume you would." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You need my talents to survive, I'll tell you that. Also, I don't think you can bear not seeing Omega not laugh and smile as she did earlier." Hunter's eyes widened. "Don't deny it, Sargent, you put up a brave, tough front. For Omega on the other hand you would do anything. So would I."

Taking one last look around her small patch of garden, Ryki mentally prepared her for her new journey. "I suppose we will just have to learn to trust each other, even if we don't quite like it." With that, she disappeared into the ships hull. Hunter watched her with tired eyes. "We have an agreement on that one." 

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[fromthedeskoftheminister]

We’ll Meet Again

Part ? of ???

The first bit written of a very elaborate urban fantasy mystery story that uh also happens to be a Hetalia x Mercy Thompson/Alpha and Omega (Patricia Briggs) Crossover. Disclaimer: I own nothing. Im playing with toys in a sandbox and if you wish to share in the story thats all g by me. Read on AO3 Old friends in New Places: In which a Wolf finds like folk and Bran finds that Asil is Omega Catnip. Or something like that.

The scent had finally faded and the wolf whined with loss.  He had known it was a long shot. What had he expected following a half remembered scent that he had encountered half a continent away several months ago.  Perhaps expected was the wrong word.  Hoped was better.  He had hoped that the pair he‘d encountered who had smelled equally of wolf and human could help.  And that they would.  But now all was lost. The scent had finally given up the ghost.  Bereft there was only one thing to do.  Complain.  Loudly.

 But before he could let loose his sorrows to the skies, a chorus of howls rang out through the night and then faded away leaving him with trailing echos.  The wolf stood perfectly still.  Had he imagined it?  No.  No he had not, he realized and his tail started wagging in joy as the howls started up again.

Well then.  He didn’t know how far away they were, farther than he could travel in a night by the sounds of it, nor did he know if the other wolves were normal or more like him and those he’d been trying to find. But… it didn’t matter, he rationalized as he plunged through the underbrush.  He’d done sillier and stupider things in the past with much less to go on.

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"Bran, have you seen Sam?  One of the kids got into something and it’s left a funny rash."

"When you say kids do you mean the kid kids or one of the new wolves?" Bran asked, looking up from the book he’d been reading. "Actually, why would I have seen Samuel?  He left to go bother Mercy yesterday."

"Uh, human actually.  In a twist of irony, I’m talking about the new vet.  Are you sure that Sam’s not here?”

"Yes.  What’s going on?"

Tad looked incredibly confused. "I could have sworn that I saw Samuel sleeping on Charles and Anna’s porch this morning."

"Why on earth would he do that?  He has a key, but they’re not in town either.  They’re handling the Seattle conference for me.  I thought they had given Samuel a ride.” Bran mused as he closed his eyes and reached out within the pack senses.  The pack was mostly content, some still tired and slightly sore from the run last night, he might have to go easier on the newer wolves next time, faint confusion from the wolf in front of him, sparkles of good natured delight and companionable grumbling from several different folks in town.  He stretched his senses slightly further.  There were Charles and Anna, his muted discontent, pride and joy and her exhilarated fear, excitement, and happiness.  Most likely Charles was trying to do something to impress her, possibly fancy tricks with the plane.  But no Samuel near them.

Instead Samuel seemed to be happy and content, mixed with a little longing, and some mild exasperation very close to a veritable knot of conflicting emotion of uneasiness, respect, mild annoyance and love.  Ah.  He was very familiar with that particular tangle of emotions.  Adam Hauptman.   With Mercy somewhere in the vicinity probably.  None of them anywhere near Aspen Creek.

So what was… a sudden spike of alarm that split turning into terrified concern and mildly angry befuddlement had him falling out of the pack sense and into himself as Sage came tearing down the hall catching herself on Tad at the last second "Bran what the hell is wrong with Samuel?"

"Absolutely nothing as far as I know.  He’s with Mercy”

Sage paled. "Then Who the fuck just ambushed Asil?"

"What?!“ Bran stood, shoving his chair back before striding out the door. Tad and Sage following closely behind, Sage still talking.

"I don’t know!!!  A large white wolf, looks exactly like Samuel, doesn’t smell like anything, tackled Asil into the middle of Main Street and then tore off into the woods."

"The witch?“ Bran murmured, very confused.   But no that wasn’t possible.  Anna had killed her when he, Charles and Asil had been ensnared by her powers.  And then they had burned the body.  And according to Asil she had been the last of her coven, several hundred years ago.  Though that didn’t necessarily mean she had not taught anyone else during that time.  If this was revenge it did make sense that it had taken whoever this was a little while to track the pack down.  He reached into the pack sense again, easily locating the knot of exhaustion and grumpiness that he normally associated with Asil.  That was as present as it ever was but there was none of the resignation or bone deep terror that Bran expected.  Instead, all he got was surprise, a little bit of anger, and even more confusingly peace and playfulness.  So, probably not the witch nor a member of her coven if she had even had one. He let out a breath that he hadnt realized he was holding. Well that was something to be thankful for at least. There was no apparent danger other than the obvious of a strange wolf running around in his territory but that was easily dealt with.  Asil wasn’t too far away, somewhere in the woods behind the house and Bran turned to the two following him.  "Other than bothering Asil, you said the stranger was friendly?"

Tad shrugged while Sage frowned, and Tad spoke.  "Ive not interacted with him at all, just mistook him for Sam at a distance"

“Sage?” Bran asked as he wandered out the back door, barefoot.  He wasn’t in quite as much of a rush, but stopping for shoes was still a hassle he didn’t want to deal with.

She sighed and followed him across the yard. “Friendly enough, I suppose.  He completely ignored me, just ambushed us on the way to the hothouse, bowled over Asil, bowed in play, and then took off towards the woods the minute Asil got up.”

“Well, we’ll find out if this stranger means harm soon enough.  Keep your senses sharp, they’re around here somewhere.” Bran said as they moved through the trees.

In actuality it didn’t take too long to track the pair down.  The sounds of a scuffle and mock growls led the trio to a clearing that was often used as a starting point for the full moon runs.  Which made it a very good spot for an ambush.  A quick couple of hand signs had Sage and Tad drawing back ever so slightly and Bran drew his presence into himself as he snagged a seat on one of the fallen logs near the clearing’s edge.

The first thing he noticed was that it didn’t seem to have worked completely.  The ear twitch and slight pause in movement were pretty clear indicators of that, but the wolf never turned to look at him and instead kept their attention on Asil who kept the game of… keep away, it seemed, going.  The second thing Bran noticed was that Asil was still human.  He wasn’t entirely sure why, it could have been due to a need to keep the game even, a desire to talk, a need to not kill the intruder, anything really but for some reason this was important.  Third, Bran could see why the others had mistaken this wolf for his son.  The stranger, whomever they were, was a huge pure white wolf.  It would be one hell of a coincidence if they had blue eyes as well, although Bran personally thought that if that were the case there was more likely some sort of magic at play.  A heavy thud drew his attention back to the clearing and Bran winced reflexively as the wolf finally knocked Asil down.  Yet instead of going for the throat to end their mock battle the wolf instead scrambled atop Asil, taking advantage of the prone position to wrestle the branch from his hand and flop down, eyes closed and tail awag.

There was a moment of stunned silence that Bran used to get his first good look at the other wolf.   From this close it was obvious that this wasn’t Samuel.  While neither of them had markings of any sort, the strange wolf was somehow a different shade of white than his son.  There was also the concerning fact that this new wolf was on the skinny side for someone their size and their coat was a bit thin for this early in the year.  If he had to guess, the wolf had had a few very harsh winters and was teetering on the edge of starvation.  Still the blindingly white fur wasn’t patchy or matted and they clearly had retained enough sense to self to play. The silence occasionally punctured by heavy breaths was eventually broken by a soft huff of laughter from Asil as he caught his breath. "All right Amigo, you win.”

The wagging of the tail grew more pronounced and Bran got to his feet.

“Nice fight.” He said and the tail stopped moving, and the wolf atop Asil shifted ever so slightly and Bran found himself staring into a pair of bright crimson eyes.  Well.  Not a doppelgänger at all.  An albino wolf.  That was unusual.  Hopefully it was strange enough to make the other easy to identify and figure out why they were here.  Still, the wolf wasn’t backing down and Bran didn’t look away.  He was not going to let some strange wolf play dominance games on his turf.  It was as easy as breathing to bring that part of himself to the forefront and he absently noticed the tension rising in his other wolves but if anything the stranger looked even less impressed than before and to Bran‘s astonishment they yawned in his face before turning to look down at Asil with an expression that could only be described as “Can you believe this nonsense?”

Bran blinked, stupefied, then snorted, carefully scenting the air.  For some reason he was only picking up scents of his own pack and the forest itself.  Still the behavior was enough of a clue "Only you, Asil.” He said ruefully, picking his way through the clearing to stand at the pair‘s side. "Only you"

Asil and the strange wolf traded looks, before Asil voiced what they were clearly both thinking. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

“Through all my years I’ve met a few omegas, but somehow I have only ever met them one at a time. And here you are somehow befriending 3 separate omega werewolves.” He extended his hand to help Asil up as the wolf atop him cocked his head at him.

"He’s an Omega?  Really?" Asil shook his head as he stood and looked down at the other wolf.  "Did you know that?" he asked and the wolf shook his head.

Bran huffed in pretend disappointment.  He shouldn’t have been surprised as he was.   Anna hadn’t known anything either and he doubted the Austrian Omega that he had heard about knew much more.  "Well, we should probably fill you in on that in addition to whatever it is you’re here for.  Speaking of, Asil are you going to introduce us?"

The pair traded another look and Asil shrugged. "If I could, I would.”

Bran looked at Asil and then down at the wolf “You don’t know who this is?”

Asil made a so so gesture with his hand the other going to rest on the Wolf’s head.  "We’ve met, I think?  There was a battlefield?  We fought." He added with certainty.  "And…" He blinked then looked down at the wolf, watching as he spoke very hesitantly  "There was a eagle?"   The wolf perked up at this but Asil shook his head.  “Lo siento, amigo. That’s all.  I know I know you.  Your scent is familiar but it is not quite… I know I know it, yet…” he trailed off then asked  “Were you a wolf when we met?”

There was a considering silence, as the wolf cocked his head very obviously thinking it over and then gave a very human shrug.

Asil looked at Bran “I have no idea what that means.”

“Another thing to figure out, I suppose.” Bran said as he looked down at the wolf. “Well if Asil doesn’t know your name to introduce you, mind introducing yourself?”

The wolf blinked, stepped forward to nose at his hand then very pointedly looked into the forest.

“All right, that’s fair enough I suppose.” Bran said crouching down and offering a hand, gesturing with the other. “I’m Bran, the alpha of the Aspen Creek pack. You obviously know Asil,” Bran smiled as the new wolf cursorily sniffed his hand then turned to face the new arrivals. “And that’s Tad and Sage”

Another perfunctory sniff, barely enough to get a measure of their scents by Bran’s reckoning but that didn’t stop Sage who stepped closer.  “Hi!” She said cheerfully, hand outstretched, and this time the wolf gave her a dubious look but did indeed take a deeper sniff.  “I'm Sage Carhardt, but I think you caught that.  And you’re the second omega werewolf to wander by in the past few years.   Seriously Asil, are you catnip or something for Omegas?  This is a bit silly at this point.” She said with a smile and good natured teasing.

Asil for his part shrugged. “It may have to do with the fact that I treat them as capable people rather than putting them on a different pedestal than anyone else.”

“We don’t do that.“ Sage protested, and Asil raised an eyebrow and the wolf huffed.

"There are few enough Omegas that most do.  Still I don’t know why he came to me, and we won’t unless he decides to tell us himself"

All four people in the clearing turned to look at the wolf next to Asil.

"He does have a point" Bran said, "We can’t help unless you give us something to work with.  Do you mind introducing yourself now?"

The wolf snorted then got up and pulled away from the group slightly, which spoke well for their state of mind.  Shifting was not a painless process and hurt werewolves tended to lash out.

It would possibly also help if they all were not staring at the changing stranger.  Turned slightly, to give the appearance that they were instead watching the forest, as some sort of guard, Bran kept his other senses attuned to the new wolf.  Based on the sound, the shift was going as smoothly as a shift ever went when one’s entire skeletal and musculature were undergoing a radical transformation, when a rising scent caught his attention and by the audio clues things started to go horribly wrong.   Unable to help himself, Bran turned hoping that there would be something he could do to ease whatever was going on only to end up staring in horror.

The wolf had barely reached the midpoint in his shift, hunched over but mostly standing on two legs, shoulders broad, arms too long for his frame with wicked albeit useless claws capping his fingers and drool dripping from a mouth full of fangs looking every part the stereotypical Hollywood monster when Bran found himself growling.  He frowned, unable to stop himself and poked at the feelings.  Frustration, exhaustion, desperation and determination had him on edge along with a growing horror and resigned terror that he was still trapped.  The stranger absolutely was an omega werewolf, projecting as he was, and a fairly old one too, Bran realized.  Anna, while powerful and talented didn’t quite have the control needed to project as clearly as this stranger did.

As Bran and Asil watched, the wolf tried again, straining with all his might against the magic that allowed the shift.   The sound in the clearing stopped suddenly and Bran felt foreign hope that maybe this time he had gotten it when the scent of a new wolfs first moon change abruptly flooded the clearing and the sounds of the shift abruptly resumed and the hulking monstrosity fell back into a more familiar lupine shape.  The woods were silent save the sounds of heavy breathing and a few very hesitant bird calls, just on the edge of his hearing range. Bran blinked and turned to stare at the mystery that had brought himself to his doorstep. The strange wolf met his eyes evenly as he laid there panting, reeking of magic, exhaustion and desperation and Bran was once again sent reeling by the projected emotions. A quick glance at the others showed that he was not the only one. All of his wolves in the clearing were.

“Well.“ Bran said, shaking himself slightly, as if that would dislodge the projected emotions, but more so to bring his own under control. "I see now why you were not too keen on introducing yourself.  Does that happen every time you try to change?"

He was entirely unsurprised to receive a nod in response.  "All right.   Well, come along then." Bran said moving back towards his house.  He kept talking, slightly relishing in the surprise he could feel from behind him.  "Let’s get you fed and we'll see what we can do about getting your… Curse? Taken care of.  I’ll make some calls, but just so I have an idea of where to start, did you happen to piss off any witches recently?"

#gilbert beilschmidt #bran cornick #asil moreno #sage carhardt #hetalia fanfic #mercy thompson fanfic #alpha and omega fanfic #by which i mean the series by patricia briggs yall which existed long before the trope #mainly because its based on an outdated understanding of wolf hierarchies but what can you do #fix it #i can fix it this is fanfic #and im gonna try but also i dont do terrestrial creatures #crossposted to ao3

[starryhyuck]

danger. (m)

pairing: alpha!johnny x omega!reader x alpha!jaehyun

words: 2.5k+

summary: your mother has always warned you about the dangers of an alpha. she never realized how lethal two of them were.

genre: smut

warnings: dom!johnny, dom!jaehyun, double penetration, knotting, creampies, multiple orgasms, manhandling, the reader is basically johnjae’s personal whore

For over ten years, the existence of omegas have become nearly extinct.

Alphas have been forced to settle with betas who have not yet presented themselves, causing massive displeasure across many households worldwide. The decline of omegas was due to the careless possessiveness of an alpha, driving most of these creatures to murder their omega out of pure rage. Since the body counts of omegas began increasing, very few betas have stepped out to present themselves as omegas. In fact, many betas have gone missing.

Your parents were an alpha-omega pairing, up until your father attempted to murder your mother after spotting her chatting with a male co-worker. Luckily, your mother was able to escape with you before she lost her life.

You’ve both lived in seclusion since then, rarely going out in fear that another alpha would mark his claim. The only person you’ve ever been spoken with was your mother, and most of her stories of the haunting alphas who would kill you at first sight were honestly boring you to death already. Once you had reached the age where your sexual desires were beginning to take over any competent part of your mind, you began taking more and more risks.

It was quite easy for alphas to sense when an omega was near — the mere scent alone could send a frenzy in a crowded area. Your mother drew up maps to avoid any alpha infested areas, and the both of you frequented beta hangouts with no issue.

One evening, you were desiring a drink at one of the beta owned clubs down the street. You were celebrating a surge of customers that flooded into your self-owned business, feeling the heavy weight of cash in your pockets. Working from home meant celebrating victories alone, and tonight, you wanted a different change of scenery. The club was packed with betas who danced happily with one another, which you assume was because of the lack of alphas. Too many alphas in a crowded place presented a huge issue in terms of dominance. Their instincts drove them to physical fights if they felt other alphas were trying to claim territory.

You’re lucky that there aren’t any alphas present tonight, knowing your fate if there was. You slide onto one of the barstools, grinning happily at the bartender.

Taeil laughs. “Good day at work?”

“The best,” you smile. “Can you whip up something to take my mind off of things?”

He nods before grabbing a concoction of different alcoholic beverages and mixing them together. You sip happily at his creation when you feel a warm body spin towards you.

You’re taken aback by the handsome man in front of you, eyes sparkling and dimples appearing. If you weren’t so certain that everyone in this club was a beta, you would immediately assume the man in front of you was an alpha. His smile puts your mind at ease.

“Haven’t seen you here before. Celebrating something?”

You grin flirtatiously at him. Your mother never warned you about handsome betas, after all.

“A good day at work. Treating myself to a nice night out.”

He hums lowly, and the sound shoots straight to your core. His fingers tap his glass full of whiskey, chuckling to himself.

“Sounds nice. Just enjoying the evening by yourself?”

You could hear the implication in his tone and if anything, it just made you more wet. You gulp down another taste of Taeil’s unknown mixed drink, rubbing your thighs together to try and gain some friction.

“It’s how I usually spend my evenings. Although, I’m not opposed to spending it with a partner.”

He grins. There’s something about his smile — something so minuscule that you feel as if you’re missing some part of this equation. The man swallows the rest of his drink before slamming his glass back down on the counter.

“My place is only a few blocks away, if you’re up for it.”

You were definitely up for it. You both stumble to Jaehyun’s apartment, learning his name along the way as you enjoy the way yours sounds rolling off of his tongue. Everything seems perfectly fine until he locks his front door.

Then, your omega can sense it. Danger.

Jaehyun chuckles, but this time, it doesn’t send the feeling of warmth through your heart.

“Silly omegas. So gullible.”

There’s a ringing sound in your ears. All you can think about is your mother, and how impossibly right she was about alphas.

“Y-You c-c-can’t be-“

“I can’t be an alpha?” He smiles mischievously, circling your body in the middle of his hallway. “I’ve gotten good at hiding my identity ever since I discovered omegas were only comfortable around betas. I spent months visiting that bar, hoping to catch a vulnerable omega in need of her alpha.”

“I-I don’t need an alpha.”

Then, there’s another laugh that echoes the room, and it’s not Jaehyun’s. A taller man steps out from the shadows, smirking at the sight of you.

“It’s not nice to play with food, Jaehyun. They get too talkative.”

Jaehyun laughs dangerously close to your ear. “But she’s so sweet, Johnny. Haven’t seen one this pliant in a while.”

Jaehyun’s hand slides up your arm as his body presses against your back. You jump at the sudden contact. His touch ignites something within you, a deep feeling of lust building in your stomach.

“Can you feel that, baby? That’s what it’s like to be touched by an alpha.”

Suddenly, the nerves that were engulfing your mind before were gone, only filled with the urge to submit to your alpha. Your eyes roam to Johnny’s figure, who’s been observing the both of you this entire time, eyes swimming with lust.

It was rare for two alphas to get along, especially when it came to omegas. Their quest for dominance and protection usually overrides anything else, and similar goals shared with other alphas caused them to clash. Johnny, however, did not seem the least bit perturbed when Jaehyun’s hands began roaming the expanse of your body.

“Never been touched before, have you?” Johnny smirks.

You shudder when Jaehyun begins pressing kisses onto your neck. “N-No, alpha.”

He smiles. “Looks like she’s learned her place.”

“Deserves a reward, don’t you think?” Jaehyun questions, gazing at Johnny with the ask for permission.

He nods once, and before you know it, you’re being pulled into a bedroom and shoved face down on the mattress. You whimper, feeling your underwear dampen when Jaehyun’s hands roughly grip your hips. Your fingers tighten around his sheets, breathing in his scent. You don’t even know where Johnny has gone but Jaehyun makes sure he has all of your attention.

“Look at you,” he chuckles darkly. “Just in the right position to breed your little hole.”

You’ve lost all dignity at this point — your mother’s warnings becoming a distant whisper. Jaehyun pushes you farther down until your back aches from the arch, ass high up in the air for everyone to see.

“Want to go first?”

You know Jaehyun’s no longer speaking to you, and you assume Johnny’s decided to join. His presence causes you to grow wetter, which you didn’t think was possible at this point.

“Depends. Are we letting this one live?”

Then, the fear strikes through your heart once again. You’re suddenly reminded of your mother’s words as you struggle to breathe. You’ve heard stories before of omegas being found on the streets, necks sliced open with blood surrounding their bodies.

Jaehyun and Johnny continue to converse as if you’re not even there. You wonder if you can escape in one piece before they get a chance to maul you.

“Doesn’t seem so bad this time. Looks like she’s never taken one before.”

“You know that for sure?”

You feel someone grip a handful of your hair and pull you up so you can make eye contact with him. Jaehyun grins at the terror swarming your eyes.

“Tell me, little omega. Have you taken another alpha’s knot before?”

You’re not even sure what that is. Your mother left you clueless on all basics of sex, especially when it came to alphas.

“A-A what?”

Johnny laughs. “You can go first, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun shoves your face back into the mattress and situates himself behind you. Your fear is once again taken over by arousal, and Jaehyun snickers at your predicament. You jump when he runs his finger over your clothed core, practically dripping down your thighs. You cry out when two fingers dip inside of your sopping hole, the squelch of your wetness echoing throughout the room.

“I think our little omega hasn’t taken a cock inside of her yet, not even from a beta,” Jaehyun comments. You’re blinded, not knowing what’s coming next as tears blur your vision.

“Why don’t you show her what it’s like, Jae?”

“My pleasure.”

A loud tearing sound echoes throughout the room and you realize that Jaehyun’s just torn your underwear in half, tossing it across the room while he flips up your skirt. You whine when his hand slams down on your right cheek before he soothes the sensation with his fingers.

“Let me hear you, omega. I want to know how much you need this.”

And as much as your head is screaming that you are in imminent danger, the words come tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“P-Please alpha, I n-need you.”

“Do you now? How much?”

You grit your teeth at his endless teasing. You just want to be fucked already, but your instincts are telling you that you shouldn’t disobey your alpha.

“So m-much. I’m so wet for you, alpha, please.”

Johnny chuckles. “She can be good when she wants to be, huh?”

“Looks like it.”

He sinks into you and it’s the biggest stretch of your life. You release a flurry of garbled noises as Jaehyun impales you with his cock, the sheer size of him tearing you in half. You gasp when an unknown feeling of pleasure overtakes your body — so strong and violent that you nearly collapse.

“Wow. She came already, such a pliant little doll. Why don’t you shut her up, Johnny?”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

Another fist tangles in your hair and your jerked up again, locking eyes with Johnny’s dark orbs. He smirks at your fucked out state, hand jerking his cock as he watches you. He nudges the tip against your mouth and you obey, parting your lips to take his cock.

“See? Such a good little whore for us already,” Johnny remarks, hands still tangled in your hair when he begins thrusting into your mouth. You choke, trying to loosen your jaw.

All coherent thoughts are thrown out the window when Jaehyun starts fucking you into the mattress. You gasp, Johnny’s cock falling from your mouth as you try to catch your breath. He isn’t pleased, nails digging into your scalp.

“Suck my cock. You need to learn how to take the both of us.”

He pushes himself back into your mouth, ignoring your whimpers as Jaehyun pistons in and out of you. “Fuck,” he grunts. “She’s so fucking wet.”

You shudder when another orgasm passes through you, clenching down on Jaehyun’s cock and moaning when he continues to fuck you ruthlessly. Drool begins to pool at the sides of your mouth as Johnny rams his cock down your throat.

“You like this, don’t you?” Johnny teases, observing as you struggle to swallow him. “Never been fucked before and yet, you’re taking two cocks at once because you’re so desperate.”

“Fuck, Johnny, you need to get under her. I’m gonna cum soon.”

Johnny finally lets you breathe, retracting from you while you pant, trying to catch your breath. You barely get a chance before Jaehyun is slipping out of you with Johnny manhandling you into a new position. Your muscles are pleading for you to stop, but your mind is fuzzy when Johnny slides underneath you, your back to his chest. Jaehyun positions himself above you once again, his cock slick with your combined juices. You feel Johnny prod against your other hole and you gasp.

He laughs darkly against your ear, the sound vibrating to your core. “Didn’t I say you had to learn how to take both of us?”

Jaehyun pushes a finger inside of you again, collecting your juices from your two orgasms before inserting it into your other hole. You cry at the intrusion. Even though you’ve never been taken like this before, it feels exhilarating.

“She’s ready for you.”

You want to protest that you clearly are not, only being stretched out by one of Jaehyun’s fingers. They both ignore you, lining up to your entrances and pushing in slowly.

You think that the searing pain will fill your senses shortly, but you take them surprisingly well.

Johnny whispers lowly. “Why are you so shocked? A little omega like you was born to take her alphas.”

You learn quickly that Johnny is filthier than Jaehyun, hissing profanities into your ear as his cock thrusts up into your tiny hole.

“Look at how much Jaehyun’s enjoying your tight little pussy,” he says, your eyes following his line of vision. Jaehyun’s eyes are closed, fingers digging into your hips as he indulges himself in you. “Has no idea how good your ass feels. You’re in for a treat, baby. Two knots in one day? It’s an omega’s sweetest dream.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pleasure of their thrusts taking a toll on your train of thought. You think you have another orgasm but you’re not sure, the nonstop pleasure clouding your judgment.

“Fuck. Gonna knot your sweet pussy,” Jaehyun grunts, cock pushing harder and deeper inside of you.

“I’m close too,” Johnny smiles against the shell of your ear. “Ready, baby?”

You don’t have time to respond before Jaehyun spills inside of you, ribbons of white coating your insides. Johnny hisses and follows after, emptying out inside your ass. Minutes pass and they’re both still cumming, most of it dripping out of your holes and coating the sheets. You think it’s over but you nearly scream when you feel their cocks grow bigger, the girth stretching your holes farther and farther.

“Please, please,” you whimper, trying to reach for Jaehyun. You don’t even realize you’re convulsing again, cumming around Jaehyun while his knot continues to grow.

He laughs. “She likes being filled to the brim, Johnny.”

“I can tell. Her cute little ass is squeezing my cock so hard.”

It feels like hours pass until they finally deflate, their cocks returning to their normal sizes. They stay buried inside of you, Jaehyun groaning as he collapses next to you. Johnny moves you to your side so that you’re stuck between them.

You’re still struggling to catch your breath when Johnny sighs.

“We should keep this one. A lot tighter than the other ones.”

Jaehyun nods, eyes fluttering closed. His fingers slither around your waist to pull you closer to his frame.

“Sounds good. I like her cute noises.”

Johnny huffs before leaning closer to you. “What do you say, little omega? Want to run home?”

You ponder over your answer for a few minutes before Johnny grows impatient, taking an experimental thrust. You whimper when you realize he’s already hard again.

“Answer me,” he growls.

“N-No, alpha. I’ll stay.”

“Good girl.”

And you lay there, gasping for breath as your alphas fuck you until the sun rises.

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