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Reader X Wrecker fic.

I have no idea if i am doing this right. I wrote the first half of this almost 6 months ago then found it this evening and decided ya know? Why not? So I finished it, proof read it lightly and here we are.

its fluff people. Pure and simple. Cause i love that big goof so much and he deserves all the happiness in the world.

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You are a large animal vet that has befriended the Batch. You may not be trained on people, but it beats helping a Nexu birth a litter.

Female Reader goes by the nickname Patches.

I hope i am doing this right.

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Looking back, you would have never expected one small tooka to be the cause of your entire lifestyle being tuned upside down. Two months ago, you had been two glasses of wine deep when someone pounded on your front door with enough force to knock the calendar off the wall and spook you to the floor a few feet from your couch. Knowing what you know now, they could have easily just ripped the door off the hinges. Thankfully they hadn’t. You were greeted by a sight you had half thought a hallucination; a small blonde girl, sobbing her eyes out holding a small yearling tooka, surrounded by black armored clone troopers. The girl, thorough her sobs, had said “I was moving crates off our ship and didn’t see her, the crate fell and hit her and she cried and Cid said you might be able to help her”

The rest had been history.

However, you now found yourself in a similar situation with the youngest member of the Bad Batch.

“He is gunna*hick* be so mad *sniff* at me!” Omega cried as she buried her face into your shoulder, her cries muffled by your coat as she you held her tightly, walking carefully through the side streets of Ord Mantell back towards the Marauder’s hangar. “He trusted me with her and I messed up!”

“Omega honey, Wrecker is gunna know it was an accident. I don’t think any of us could have expected that pup to give us that much trouble.” You cooed softly, absent mindedly running your fingers through her hair. The afternoon had started off so simple, head down to the livestock pens and preg check a few Banthas for some side cash. In and out done in a few hours. That was until one of the stock yard’s massif pups decided that Lula would be the ideal play toy. Omega had been sitting on the fence panels, Lula in her lap when the pup reached up and snatched the doll away by a foot. After an hour of both of you chasing, a few stock hands, and a well aimed loop; you had managed to get the stuffie back.

But the damage had been done.

Lula now rested wrapped in a small towel in your backpack, well what remains of her. Both ears were gone, along with a leg and an arm. Most of her stuffing was gone and a lot of the fabric was shredded. Simply put, the wrangle had been body recovery. You had not been expecting this kind of aftermath, however. It was only as Omega clutched the dolls remains to her that you found out the doll had originally been Wreckers. Now the poor kid was more distraught over her brother’s potential reaction, no matter how you tried to sooth and calm her while making the hour-long trek back home.

At times it was strange to think of the Marauder as home, seeing as you regularly passed your old house to get to it. After the tooka incident, that turned out only be a sprained paw and a quick recovery, The Batch had taken notice in your medical training. Even when you explained to them all that your training was on livestock and other animals, not sentient beings of any form. In the two weeks following, they showed up at least five more times on your doorstep. Turns out helping patch the guys up was a lot easier than helping a Nexu birth a littler. Not by much though. So when Hunter approached you and offered a bunk rent free, you took it.

“I promise, if he gets upset, I’ll deal with him okay? I doubt it will come to that” Omega was now just down to sniffles as you set her down on the path leading into the Marauder’s hangar. Carefully rolling your pack from your shoulders you dig though to pull out the wounded doll and hand to her. She took the buddle, hugging it to her chest with a sigh before turning to lead the way towards the ship. Your heart hurt for her, seeing as she didn’t have much for kids toys and Lula had been by far her favorite. However, you doubted that Wrecker would be even close to angry with her. You had yet to see the big guy as anything other that cheerful. Well, there was that one time in the market when someone asked how much for Echo, resulting in Wrecker launching them across four vendor stalls, but he had not exactly seemed mad about doing it.

As you rounded the corner to the hangar, you could see Echo and Tech contently fiddling with the ship, their bickering gaining volume as you neared. Meaning Hunter and Wrecker must have been inside. Omega had almost made it to the ramp when the tell tale sound of Wrecker’s boots coming down it filled the surrounding area. “Hey kiddo how was your trip?” his excitable tone booming around them as he came to a stop at Omega, who was standing with her head down clutching Lula’s remains to her chest.

You stopped just behind her, watching as Wrecker’s cheerful expression changed in an instant. “Omega are you okay?” Even his volume lowered, something that you had come to understand was very uncommon. He knelt down, big hands holding to the girl’s shoulders as he tried to figure out what had happened. Eyes flashing towards you once before he was about to speak, only to be cut off by Omega.

“Im so sorry Wrecker, I wasn’t paying attention I was sitting with Lula on the fence, then suddenly she was gone-“ The last bit of her story came out as a sob, that quickly had the attention of the rest of the Batch. Echo and Tech poked their heads up from around the ramp, when as Hunter began to make his way down towards you. Omega tearfully looked at her brother, before opening the towel as carefully as she could to reveal what remained of Lula. “He just wouldn’t give her back.” She sniffed, presenting the demolished doll to her brother.

You grimaced as Echo and Tech’s eyes alike widened at the sight of the obliterated stuffie. Hunter’s eye brows had shot into his bandana, before he looked straight at you. All you could do was shrug, “Massif pup at the yards got a hold of her, took us a bit to get her back; why we are as late as we are.” You explained gently, trying to be somewhat sensitive to the situation. Before you, Wrecker had simply stared at Lula for a moment, before taking her into his hands with a gentleness you didn’t realize he was capable of.

He held Lula carefully as he could, but even them a small glob of stuffing fell onto the floor. His eyes locked on the now green stained face of the doll, you could have sworn you could see his good eye get teary. However, he recovered quickly when he looked up at the sniffling Omega. Grabbing her and pulling her into his embrace. “Its okay kid, accidents happen and that Massif just thought she was so great he had to play with her too.” It was a great recovery, causing Echo and Tech to visibly sigh in relief. “At least you two managed to get her back! Patches can fix her up for us!”

Oh now this might be a problem.

Before you can even begin to rebuttal that comment; Hunter finally speaks: “ Well, the rescue mission was a success it looks like to me. However you are an hour over due and it’s time for bed” Omega looks up at him from were Wrecker is still hugging her, nodding her head silently before breaking away to follow the Sargent up the ramp and into the ship. *thank Maker he knows how to deal with this better than me*

But you were not off the hook yet. As Echo and Tech both climbed up onto the ramp and into the ship, Wrecker stayed still. Omega now gone you could see that the dolls loss was a bit more of a big deal to him than you would have realized. He still held tightly to the fabric, standing about as still as you had ever seen him on the end of the ramp. *this is why you chose animals* you though to yourself, as you approached the large clone with the same caution you would have used on a mother Nurf.

Before you could even begin to apologize. Wrecker’s gaze shifted from Lula to you. Never in your life had one look broke your heart the way his did. There were unshed tears in his eyes, his shoulders slouched. You understood his reputation. The muscle of the group; however much like the large pulling bred equus, Wrecker was one of the sweetest and most emotional of the batch. Very much making up for the distance his brothers often maintained. “You can fix her, right Patches?”

He had been the one to start with your nickname, after watching you spend nearly three hours carefully stitching Hunter back together after he lost a fight with some kind of barbed plant. He looked down at you, as hopeful as he could possibly be given the circumstance. How could you even say no to him? How the hell could anyone say no to him for anything when he could ask in a way that almost didn’t even sound like it had come from him? You swallowed “of course big guy, I’ll get her fixed up for ya.”

You didn’t get a chance to step onto the ramp, Wrecker had taken a hold of you the same way he had Omega. Arms wrapped around you as he crushed you to his chest, lifting your feet off the ground as he began to walk you both into the ship. He was smiling again, ear to ear as you allowed the massive clone to carry you back into the ship. *you dumbass, you have never made a stuffed animal in your life and now you volunteer?* you scolded yourself. But when he offered you that smile and that softness, causing your stomach to flip and heart to sputter, there was no way you could tell him no.

It had been a week and a half since Lula the first (as you had come to call her) had met her untimely fate. You had carefully stowed her remains away in one of your supply trunks, hoping to calm your stress over her with the “out of sight out of mind” approach. It had failed miserably. Mainly because in the short time since you promised to fix her, you had learned how truly important the doll was not just to Omega, but Wrecker as well. While Omega was sad, she was more upset having hurt her brother. She still had her trooper doll, when as he had nothing. Even though the doll had been passed down, it was still his in her eyes.

You had also managed to get more information on the doll and all its importance from Tech. He had been stuck doing dishes with you, and with some very innocent questions you had found out new details that made things click into place. “Wrecker has never been a sound sleeper. I am surprised that you have survived bunking with him.” Tech had explained. “He was hardly a toddler when 99 had given her to him as a gift, seeing as he slept so badly alone. It had the desired affects, though he out grew her somewhat, she is still very special to him, seeing as she is the only gift he has ever been given.”

You had agreed to sharing a bunk room with Wrecker, seeing as the rest of the batch could not stand his snoring. Having grown up on a livestock transport, you had adapted to sleeping like the dead though most normal background noises. Yet once Tech had said something about his brother’s sleeping habits, you couldn’t stop noticing. In the past week alone you had woke up to his bunk empty below yours, only to realize he had wandered away and climbed in with one of his brothers. Finding him securely wrapped around a half-asleep Echo had been a sight. You had even been staying up to try and spy on the big guy, watching him toss and turn in his sleep while trying to hug his much too small pillow against his chest.

It broke your heart to bits, but lit a fire under your ass to fix it.

You had spent every spare second you had researching, watching videos, and reading about how to even begin to make the stuffed doll. While you had been taught at a young age how to fix clothing and stitch animals, this was a ways out of your comfort zone. Then of course there was finding the needed fabric, stuffing, and other hardware necessary for the dolls creation. You had already concluded that as it stands, Lula The First was not salvageable. Many attempts had been made to wash the stains and grime out, but it only made her deteriorate. Just your luck, this would have to be an entirely new doll, not just patching up the original.

The hyper fixation had managed to kick in when you needed it most, as you devoured as much information as you could; even Hunter had asked if everything was fine. It was, you assured him, you just had shit to get done and not much time to do it. Hell, you didn’t even have a machine to work with, Lula was going to be done by hand, and that was a challenge you were stubbornly going to conquer.

So after a long night of reading about different plushie fillings and their purpose; you had to hide your excitement when Rex parked his small ship the next hangar over, asking for a favor. You had not quite been up for a lot of the more dangerous stuff the batch did. While you could handle a blaster, you simply were not good under that kind of pressure. But this time was different, as you watched the boys and Omega all cram themselves into the Captain’s ship. The Marauder was too big for the needed mission, much to Tech’s dismay. Not that you would complain, it meant you got to stay behind and enjoy the peace and quiet.

Wrecker had lagged behind, bucket propped up on his head he cast you a grin “See you when we get back Patches!”

Maker why did his smile have to be so damn beautiful.

Three and a half days later you stood in the cockpit of the Marauder. Your hands folded up and held to your mouth as you took a long and exaggerated breath. Before you on the dash of the Marauder sat two stuffed tooka dolls. In your self-induced hyper fixation, you had decided that you did in fact need to make two new tooka dolls. Wrecker needed his Lula there was no doubt there, but Omega did two. She had lost one of the few toys she had, she sure as hell was going to get another. Did it double the stress? Certainly. Did you care? Not entirely.

You had also been given a shocking reminder of how bad you really are at math. You thought a little bigger wouldn’t hurt, just a little more to snuggle with. Nope, you should have known better the instant the math started to have dots in the numbers. Instead of two tooka dolls that were maybe an inch around larger than Lula The First, you had two dolls that were close to double the size of their ancestor. Maker the doll was almost Omega sized.

However, you were too excited with the general end product to get to worked up over size. The stitching had come together better than expected, the colors were a bit off, but they were close enough. The stuffing had been high quality, you had wanted to make these things perfect snuggle buddies. The finishing touch had been sticking the cleanest pieces of Lula The First into the main body of each new one. They would both get to still have a piece of the original.

You knew they were due back any minute. Half a day late but alive and unscathed according to the comm you had received. Yet somehow even with all the past weeks of panicked learning, few days of needle pricked fingers and fleeting sanity the last ten minutes had your entire mind running in an anxious circle. You just had to give it to them, how hard could it be? Omega you didn’t worry much on. The girl loved anything and everything that could be given to her.

Wrecker though.

Overhead the familiar hum of idling engines began to fill the ship. You picked up both dolls, darting back to your bunk, shoving both dolls under your blanket before scurrying back to the ramp of the ship just in time to watch as the batch along with Rex tumble back out of the small ship. Their voices filled the hanger, the evening sun having just started to hang across it.

“Patches!!” A familiar small voice called across the hanger. Omega came sprinting out ahead of all of them, she nearly skidded to a halt next to you looking up with wide eyes, her clothes absolutely soaked with water “Wrecker blew up a huge dam! There was so much water it made everything almost look like Kamino!”

You chuckled “Oh did he now?” *This man I swear* Omega simply giggled shaking her head to send droplets of water flying before looking back up to see the group had split. Everyone but Wrecker was heading out of the hanger, calling out something about being at Cids. “You and the big guy going to get your mix then?”

Omega shook her head with a small frown. “No, they already closed for the night, so we will have to in the morning.” The disappointment was evident, hell if they had commed you twenty minutes sooner you would have picked it up for them.

“That’s okay though! Just means we get the fresh stuff tomorrow!” Wrecker had come to a stop beside you now, looking down with grin. However, this time you took notice of how tied he looked. His volume was low and his eyes were droopy.

“Good idea!” The girl laughed, “Now I have to go shower, Tech says I smell like a swamp!” She practically skipped up the ramp ahead of you. Only then did the smell of rotten wood and stagnant water fill your nose.

“Maker, she does!” You chuckled, shaking your head as you took a step up the Marauder. You half glanced back at Wrecker, who had finished pulling his bucket off to set on a bench. “So she claims you blew up a dam? Care to elaborate?”

The smile that plastered his face was nothing short of magical. “Yeah I did! Took out soo many battle droids! Some thug had managed to reprogram them and was using them to terrorize a village! Not any more!” You listened intently, leaning up against the wall as he began to unceremoniously discard his armor bit by bit.

“I was able to get Omega safe before the blast but I got hit with some water. Had to swim for a bit but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

He made it sound so mundane. Like it was just another afternoon jaunt. Part of you was thankful for that, it helped settle that always nerved side of you that knew what they did was dangerous. That the man before you could very well not return with the others. It made something hurt thinking about it

You swallowed hard and prayed he didn’t notice. When had those feelings started? You shoved it aside, smiling as you walked over to Wrecker who was stripped down to just his leg armor and blacks. “Well, you better hope that Omega leaves the hero of this mission some hot water.”

“Nah its okay. She deserves all of it more than me.”

Maker this man was going to be the death of you.

The half hour delay of waiting for both Omega and Wrecker to finish cleaning off had done nothing to help the growing anxiety you had over how the big guy would react. What if he didn’t want a new one? What if it was too soon to replace her? Maker you had not been this unsure of something in a long time. It was time to rip off the band aid. You were better than this. You carefully picked up both of the dolls before calling out. “Hey I have a surprise for both of you!”

The playful commotion from outside in the common area went dead quiet. What had once been the sound of Wrecker attempting to herd Omega to bed was replaced with the not so quiet sound of them rushing to the bunk room door. They both looked on with equal amounts of child like curiosity.

“Whattcha got?” Wrecker asked, attempting to peek around and see whatever it was that you were hiding behind your back.

It was now or never.

Carefully with one in each hand, you held out the tooka dolls. Both Omega and Wrecker’s eyes going wide in unison. “While I am sad to say, I couldn’t save Lula. I know these won’t replace her, she was special to both of you. But I did put the fabric I could salvage from her and put in in these new ones.” You presented them each with their respective doll. “I hope you like them”

Omega was first to react, snatching the doll out of your hand with lightning speed. The ship was instantly filled with her excited laughter “Patches I love it!!! Its even bigger than Lula was!!” as you had delightfully predicted, the doll was nearly perfect hugging size for the girl. “Thank you Thank you Thank you!!”

She nearly took you out with a hug, her arms desperately trying to hug both you and the doll at the same time. Your heart melted; this sweet kid had the incurable disease of enthusiasm. Maker you prayed nothing ever took it from her. She grinned up at you, big eyes full of unbridled joy. “I’m glad you like her!”

However, your attention was brought back to Wrecker, who was holding the other doll between his hands staring at it. This doll looked more his size. Lula the first had been so small in his hands, but this new one could actually be held between two hands. He finally looked up at you and Maker you could have melted in a puddle then and there had Omega not been hugging you.

You had seen him interact with Omega with a gentleness that was impressive, but he looked so soft, so unbelievably thankful that it was almost too much. However, he closed the gap between you both, pulling you into a rather gentle hug. Leaning down to bury his face in your neck, he had never done that before.

“Thank you so much Patches.” It was hardly a whisper.

“she is the only gift he has ever been given”

Your heart ached. He deserved so much more than the life that he had been forced into. The urge to harm anyone that had hurt him in the past danced in your mind. He had seen so much, gone though so much yet he was one of the most compassionate people you had ever met. His heart was the one thing they could never train out of him.

In a moment of clarity, you reached one hand up and cupped his face. Holding him steady so you could press your cheek to his. “Anytime sweetheart.” It slipped out, you couldn’t help it. His warm embrace had melted any resistance you had to accepting you had fallen head over heels for the brawler. All you could do was bask in the warm fuzzy feeling of surrendering to it.

The tension melted away from his fame, before he pulled away. This time his gaze was different. You couldn’t place it. But you liked it. You both simply stared at each other. “Wrecker what are you going to name yours? Still Lula? I gotta think of names come on!”

You had nearly forgotten Omega was there. Wrecker snapped his arms back from around you, recovering quicker than you had he beamed down at Omega “I’m not sure yet! But I agree we can’t reuse Lula’s name! Maybe we can figure that out later.”

She darted away from the bunkroom just as the voices of their returning brothers began to fill the hanger. She stumbled to a stop, before spinning and sprinting down the ramp. “HUNTER LOOK WHAT PATCHES MADE ME!”

You couldn’t help the laughter that spilled from your chest, her enthusiasm was infectious You finally glanced back up to Wrecker, who looked at you with such adoration that it made your heart sing.

It was long after the ship had grown quiet that you finally made it to your bunk. The weeks of painstaking preparation had come to a close and now the relief had turned into a crash. You scrambled up into the bunk you called yours, stacked just above Wreckers. He had turned in early, not that you blamed him. He needed sleep. You could hardly make him out in the dark room, all that was visible was a dark pile of blankets and a pair of stuffed tooka ears.

You couldn’t help but grin. Settling in you laid out on your stomach, one arm hanging over the side as you carefully peered down at the pile of blankets below you. He had been so restless for weeks, but now he seemed unusually still.

“Hey Patches?” His voice broke the silence. You thought he had been asleep. The blankets below shifted around, then the soft pressure of his hand taking yours shocked you. The hold was tender, ever so gentle as he ran his thumb over your knuckles. “Thank you again. For everything”

There was something about the way he said everything. It was more than just the doll he was talking about. It was things you didn’t quite know how to talk to him about. *Maker he just short circuits me*

“Any time Wrecker. I’m always here.” You squeezed his hand slightly, hoping to convey everything that you wanted to say to him but couldn’t find the words for.

There was a low rumble from the bunk below you, as he returned the hand squeeze delicately. You could only describe the sound as a content purr. A soft giggle escaped you.

Maker you loved his man.

#star wars #the bad batch #TBB Wrecker #TBB Omega #Lula #RIP Lula #Just something about the big guy with his stuffie just melts me #first time writing like this #late night adrenaline fueled this.#I love this big goof so much im sorry.

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