#the bad batch hunter fan fiction

[skellymom]

"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 1

Crosshair/Hunter x Reader Non Gendered SMUT++

Dividers by the talented: @saradika and @4ngelic-wh1spers

Background: Reader and Crosshair are separated from the group during the rescue of Omega and Tech from Mt Tantiss. Two broken people trying to get by in the galaxy. Then two broken people finally dealing with what happened to their group.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence, angst, sadness, crying, guilt, stuff blowing up, swearing, kissing, intercourse, heavy petting, hair pulling kink, smutty/lemony content, lovers triangle with Hunter and Crosshair.

FOR CLARITY, THERE IS A HUNTER FLASHBACK SMUT SCENE IN THIS CHAPTER. THE CROSSHAIR SMUT SCENE IS IN CHAPTER 2. Broke this up in 2 chapters because I just couldn't stop writing...and 4K might be too much for one sitting.

*YES! I know Mesh'la is Mando'a speak for beautiful. However, I personally think it sounds pretty sexy when someone uses it while going to Pound Town. I like it better than baby, honey, girl, boy, lover, whatever. My personal kink. If you aren't caught up, there's a whole Tumblr discussion about if the Clones would even use this language. PLEASE just let me have this one word. Thanks.

I purposely wrote the reader in this fic to be of no specific gender. Tried to carefully craft the sexual scenes to accommodate either gender/non gendered/trans/genderfluid/non-binary. Everyone has hills, valleys, sexual organs, nipples, and erogenous zones. I wrote them into the story, but it's up to you dear reader to put your imagination to work. Hope I have done a good enough job that you can enjoy yourself with Hunter and Crosshair without breaking immersion!

Explosions and blaster fire filled the air as you, Phee Genoa, and The Batch escaped Mt Tantiss.  Wrecker led the charge, firing away and punching imps.  Phee behind him with a group of prisoners she freed from the facility.  Hunter, his arm around Tech who was barely able to walk, blaster out firing.  You and Omega supported Crosshair bringing up the rear of the group. 

The Empire attempted to lock down the facility, engaging all doors on every level.  Hunter got Tech past them as they started to close.  

He turned with Tech in tow to shout, “Y/N, Omega, bring Crosshair!  Hurry!!!” 

You and Omega would never make it with the slow progress Cross was making.  Grabbing Omega and with a healthy heft, you slid her across the highly polished flooring.  She barely exited past the threshold just as the doors closed.   

The last thing you and Crosshair saw was Omega loudly protesting while Hunter grabbed the back of her tunic to yank her out of the way.  And the look of total panic on Hunter’s face. 

“Leave me.”  Crosshair weakly slumped against the steel hallway wall. 

“SHUT UP!  Too late for that!!!”  You grabbed Cross’ arm and attempted to pull him up. 

He refused to move.  You were warned he might be difficult. 

“GET UP NOW YOU FUCKING MOP!!!”  Viciously kicking his upper thigh in heated frustration. 

That got his attention.  Crosshair’s head flicked up.  Anger in his eyes. 

You grabbed the front of his tunic with both hands, hefting him up, spitting with rage “I’M NOT DYING HERE!  GET UP YOU UNGRATEFUL ASSHOLE!!!” 

He managed to stand with his arm around your shoulders.  Pulling your blaster.  “How do we get out of here?” 

“How should I know?  Been locked up all this time.” 

“KRIFF!  Knew I threw the wrong person under the door!!!” 

“Didn’t ask YOU to save me.” 

You gritted your teeth and shot the control panel to the door the rest of The Batch disappeared through.  The doors managed to only open a few feet.  You literally stuffed Crosshair into the gap.  His protests were muted by the sound of screams and explosions.  He got stuck halfway through, then you put a foot in his ass and pushed.  He popped through falling into a crouch on the floor.  

“You’re INSANE!” 

“YES!  KEEP MOVING!!!” 

Running up to Cross, you grabbed the back of his tunic and pulled him to his feet.  Both of you ran across the hangar bay.  The Marauder and Phee’s ship were gone.  You weren’t upset, they HAD to leave in a hurry.  It was total chaos.  

You both made a beeline for the first empty Imperial ship available.  Entering, you slid into the pilot’s seat and put up the gangplank.  Then commenced firing on every non-friendly that approached.  Some of the other Imperial ships got caught in the crossfire, exploding dramatically.  Crosshair buckled himself into the co-pilot's chair. 

As your ship left the hangar, two fighters followed in hot pursuit.  You kept the craft low and entered the thick forest, shooting down trees in your path.  Crosshair held onto his seat white knuckled. 

“You’re going to get us killed!” 

“Got any better ideas, Fly Boy?  We’re sitting ducks out in the open.” 

He shut up and held on. 

One ship pulled away from pursuit.    

The other followed.  You kept firing, making a path to evade your pursuer.   

He didn’t last long. One tree you felled, dragged another with it as you passed.  It caught its wing, flinging the ship to the forest floor, exploding brightly behind you. 

Pulling the craft up out of the forest, you ascended... 

...where the other Imperial fighter sat waiting! 

Close enough to see its pilot in the cockpit, waiting to open fire. 

The end of the line. Crosshair inhaled sharply.   

The ship exploded suddenly.  And your craft flew through the fiery remains. 

“Didn’t think I’d leave you?” Hunter’s voice came over the comm. 

You nearly burst into tears of joy.  “Oh, THANK STARS!” 

“Let’s get out of here!  Echo’s sending jump coordinates...” You immediately heard blaster fire over their comm. The transmission broke up. 

“HUNTER???”   

Static.  “...ing to...GO!  Can you hea...” More static.  Comm went dead.  Nothing. 

“HUNTER!  HUNTER...COME IN!!!  CAN YOU HEAR ME???” 

Crosshair shot you a horrified glance. 

The little bit you could discern, your Sergeant’s orders were to leave the planet immediately.  What if they needed help?  You couldn’t leave HIM...them behind! 

You brought the ship around and could see a craft trailing fire and smoke behind it.  Looked to be the Havoc Marauder making its way off world.  Several Imperial fighters were gaining on it.  Kicking your ship into gear and taking off in their direction.  You picked off two and allowed the Marauder to make the jump to hyperspace. 

The last ship circled round. 

Panicking, locking up, “Where did they go?  I don’t have coordinates!” 

Crosshair’s terse voice came from the co-pilot's seat, “Pick ANY!  We don’t have time!!!” 

“But...we...” 

“DO IT or we die!”  Dark eyes bore into your skull.  “I’LL DO IT!!!  You make the jump!”  He furiously typed something into the craft’s dash. 

“Jump...NOW!!!” 

The Imperial fighter on your tail, firing. 

You sat frozen.  Your hand a lead weight on the jump lever. 

“DAMMIT!”  Crosshair slammed his hand on top of yours, shoving the lever over.  The black star-studded sky elongated; bright blue light burst through the windscreen. 

You sat staring through the windscreen of the ship, blue blurs whizzing past. 

“Y/N?” 

A hand suddenly on your shoulder. 

“WHAT!”  You jumped and snapped upright. 

“You...went away for a while...” 

Staring at Crosshair’s unreadable expression. 

“We’ll find them.  Take some time, though.” 

Nodding, you relaxed back in the seat.  “Yeah, gonna take some doing.” 

Handing the soup bowl to Crosshair, he sulked...and refused to eat...again. 

“You NEED to eat.” 

He sneered. 

“Don’t make me regret getting you out of that facility.” 

Cross sighed heavily and took the bowl.  He STILL wasn't eating, just staring into it.  This man was driving you insane...if you didn’t kill him first. 

“It’s actually pretty good for a ration packet.  Provided you eat it while still warm.” 

“Why are you bothering?” 

ON YOUR LAST NERVE. 

“Why did YOU bother pushing us into hyperspace...if you want to suffer and die so badly?” 

Silence. 

Suddenly you had the urge to slap the damned bowl out of his hand.  “REALLY???  Let your skinny ass STARVE!  Ungrateful son-of-a...kriffing...GAH!  FUCK!!!” 

Your sudden anger sparked something. 

Crosshair slowly smirked. 

“Knock it off and DRINK YOUR FUCKING SOUP!”  Getting up, stalking off, mumbling angrily to yourself...hoping the tiny food galley didn’t have any knives. 

Checking up later, you found the bowl empty.  Cross slumped in the chair; eyes closed. 

To anyone else, it would look like he was napping.  You knew better. 

You picked up the bowl to take it back to the galley. 

“My compliments to the chef.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“I meant it.” 

“Whatever.” 

Cross opened his eyes, aiming for an argument.  “It’s a compliment.  Take it or leave it.” 

“I don’t trust you.” 

An unexpectedly hurt expression flickered across his face.  “This isn’t about the soup, is it?” 

“No genius.  I was warned you’re a constant shit stirrer.” 

“Well, Hunter was never my biggest fan.” 

“It wasn’t Hunter.” 

This seemed to surprise Crosshair. 

“Echo...he’s a bit of a shit stirrer himself.  Takes one to know one.” 

Cross raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh...and Wrecker thinks you take yourself too seriously.  I think his actual words were...he needs to unclench his butt cheeks.” 

Raised the other eyebrow. 

“But Wrecker was incorrect.” 

“Oh?” 

“As far as I can tell, you DON’T have an ass.” 

Crosshair leaned forward, slight smirk around the edges of his mouth. 

“Been looking...have you?” 

“I think most people would say you’re just a torso with legs...Toothpick.” 

He genuinely smiled at the new nickname. 

“More soup?” 

“Yes more, Soup.” 

Nights were difficult and Crosshair struggled to sleep through. Awakening to hear him working through a nightmare. Sometimes he would mutter, groan, and thrash about, eventually snoring again. This happened several times a night. Other times he would awaken, panting and sweating, trying to remember he was no longer imprisoned on Mt Tantiss. 

At first, he turned down your attempts to soothe him. That didn’t last long. It became a habit of you sitting next to his bunk on the metal floor, talking him through it. Eventually, you just crawled into bed and laid there next to him. It was certainly more comfortable than that damned hard floor. 

Crosshair’s breathing settled into a regular rhythm. Stars, it was warm and cozy in this bunk. The idea of walking across that cold decking to your own bunk just seemed depressing. Five more minutes and you’d get up.  

That didn’t happen. Two minutes in and you passed out cold. 

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"Mmhmmm...” 

The deep bass of Hunter’s groan making you wetter as his hard cock slid in and out of you.

“Ohh...fuu...mmm...” Words were difficult when he kissed your neck like this. Whispering sweet things in your ear while gently fucking your brains out. 

Laying on your sides, facing each other. One leg thrown over his hips, both of your hands deep in his curls. Grasping them with ferocity. The pain brought him pleasure... 

Hunter slid his hand down your back to firmly grip your buttocks and picked up the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“Kriff...can’t wait to do this...with you...in our home...all...the...fucking...time...” The last four words he spoke with each luscious stroke of his member. 

“Huuunter...” Your eyes rolled back into your head. 

“Got...a nice...little planet...just...for us...” 

Heat and intensity rising in you. 

“You...want...that...too...?” 

...sliding in... 

You gasp...” Yes...” 

“Yeah?” Cajoling you with that sexy fucking voice. 

...sliding out... 

“YES...” 

...sliding in... 

“Tell me, Mesh’la.” He’s shuddering. 

Your back arches “YES!!!” 

Hunter reaches out and caresses your face... 

...and you awake with a start. Crosshair had an expression like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Pulling back his hand suddenly. 

“Wu-what???” He stammered. 

Trying to shake off your sleepy arousal...slurring. “Did...YOU jus’ touch...Mah face?” 

“WHY are YOU still in my bunk?” 

The dream-feeling melting away...your brain having to process the waking world... 

“...because...your nightmares... I’m the dumbass...who makes sure you sleep.” 

Silence. Crosshair studying your face. 

“You’re welcome.” 

“Well, I’m NOT having one NOW.” 

“Ships cold during the night. Ain’t going nowhere.” You rolled over, giving him your back. Maybe...you could pick that dream back up? 

“Fine. You can stay if YOU stop moaning Hunter’s name when you spoon ME!” 

You rolled back over shocked. 

“Yes, you did.” 

“What else did I say...or do?” 

Crosshair grinned like he knew too much and rolled over without answering. 

Weeks passed as you and Crosshair bickered your way slowly through the galaxy.  The Empire tamped down tightly on most of the planets in the system.  The Outer Rim while wildly dangerous, seemed mostly untouched and safest. 

You both did side jobs to keep yourselves fed while trying comm channels and leaving messages with close contacts about the rest of The Batch’s whereabouts.   

Everything seemed to lead to a dead end.  Like they just disappeared. 

In your heart of hearts, you knew Hunter would NEVER stop looking for you both...even if Cross had his doubts. 

The open-air market on some back water Outer Rim moon provided a distraction. The textile stand caught your eye. Beautiful scarves...you picked up a jet black one with fine silver metallic strands running through it. 

"Good choice. It compliments your hair." The elderly shop keep stepped from behind a long quilt hanging behind the counter. 

"Marv! Are you flirting again?" An older woman approached clearly teasing her husband. 

"Now why would I do that when I have you, my sweet Meiloorun? Besides, here's their partner now." 

Cross sauntered up to the counter, amused at the comment. 

"Hello honey" He teased. 

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his "greeting." "Toothpick, what do you think of this scarf?" 

"Hmm, not really my style." Cross reached down to pull another scarf from under the pile. "Now this one..." 

It was rusty red with fine intermittent broken off-white stripes dispersed through it. Crosshair draped it around his neck. "What do you think?" 

The blood drained from your face. 

"No..." You dropped the scarf and hurried away from the stand. 

Cross caught up to you a few moments later...still wearing that damned scarf.  

“Soup!” 

You kept walking, angry...and hurt. 

"Care to explain?" 

Stopping and grabbing the fabric in your fist. "That's HIS scarf...NOT YOURS!  

Cross softened. Not a trace of snark on his face. "You WERE in love with Hunter." 

"We are STILL in a relationship, Crosshair! Just because Hunter and I are apart doesn't mean that ended." 

Crosshair stared into your eyes with such an intensity...it was difficult to keep eye contact. 

"So...I complicate those feelings." It wasn't a question. He didn't need to ask. 

You noticed his eyes changed from brown to grey in this perfect light. The light of the sun starting to set on this backwater moon. Almost the same color as his brother's eyes. 

You sighed deeply, letting go of the scarf. Your hand dropping to rest, open palmed on Crosshair's chest. 

He stepped closer, placing his warm hand over yours. 

“We’ll find them.” 

“How? We’ve been looking...” 

He squeezed your hand. “Marv and Mel...they’re a front for The Rebellion. Gathering intel and recruiting volunteers to fight the Empire.” 

You looked up at Crosshair with renewed hope. 

“They know where we can find Rex. He’ll be able to help us.” 

You nodded. So many thoughts going through your head. 

Cross took the scarf off and slid it over your head, to rest around your shoulders.  

“C’mon Soup, there’s a place around here with those Space Cakes you like. My treat.” 

He led the way hugging you closely. 

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Season one Bad Batch AU fic; our favorite squadron of rouge Clones escapes the Empire (some more reluctantly than others) post Order 66 and do their best to make their way in a turbulent galaxy. When a medical emergency puts one of their own at risk, they're forced to seek out medical help, and end up forging a friendship in the woman who kindly helps them.

She may be a simple medic, but she's no stranger to the sick and injured of the galaxy, even when things get grisly once more for the Bad Batch...

Please mind the warnings for each chapter as there are things like vague medical terminology, near death(s), mild injury description + care, blood, drugs (both medical and **recreational references), use of restraints, needles (autoinjectors), nausea and non-descriptive mentions of vomit, language and minor adult themes throughout the series.

*RATING: 16+ | STATUS: Complete | POV: 3rd Person | Fem Reader

🩺Chapter 1

🩺Chapter 2

🩺Chapter 3

🩺Chapter 4

🩺Chapter 5

🩺Chapter 6

🩺Chapter 7

🩺Chapter 7.5

🩺Chapter 8

🩺Chapter 9

🩺Chapter 10

🩺Chapter 11

🩺Chapter 12

Started: 5/1/2023 | Finished: 7/24/2023 | Total word count: 82,209

*I am aware chapters will say "Intended audience is 13+"; these were written some time ago and new edits will not always "take" when I have tried to save them.

**This is a one-time occurrence.

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Yours & Mine - Hunter x Reader

Clone Fic Gift Exchange

Prompt: “I’m yours and you are mine” with Hunter (with a mention of “don’t go far from me”) 

A/N: Here’s my piece for the @cloneficgiftexchange! I’m so nervous to write/post this since @photogirl894 is one of my favorite authors here on Tumblr, so to write a piece for them, I was NERVOUS! I hope you enjoy this 🥺 Special thank you to @kakyoweeniesdump and @pinkiemme for editing and feedback! (I’ll post this to AO3 once I get home from Star Wars Celebration!) 

Word count: 2047

Some days Hunter couldn’t believe his luck. To have his squad. To have Omega. To have her. He was created in a lab on a rainy planet, meant to die in a war he was created for, to serve a master he had no control over, and now his life has done almost a total 180. After retiring from working with Cid, the group had decided to settle down on a little planet in the Outer Rim that Rex had found and had been helping clones resettle who were tired of fighting away from the Empire. Between all of them, they had been able to make a fairly sustainable home. For the first time in their lives, they had the true freedom to choose. 

Omega was able to go to school and make friends, something she thoroughly loved. She was frequently up before the boys in the morning, ready to go. Hunter thought the excitement would wear off, but as she entered her 60th rotation of school she still seemed to find wonder in school every day. Tech had gotten a job with a local mechanic shop after he had fixed some farming equipment for a farm nearby in record time. Wrecker had been loving helping some of the local farms with their animals and taking care of the livestock, he had been in the process of trying to convince Hunter that they needed some cattle for their farm, but Hunter wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with the smell every day. Hunter had found himself helping the townspeople with hunting and tracking and somehow, teaching some of the younger kids how to survive in the woods nearby. And unsurprising to Hunter their medic had quickly settled into helping with the local clinic. 

Hunter had been very well aware of his feelings for her before the group had settled down, but with them always on the run from the Empire, he had no desire to tie her in with their group in any way that could get her hurt or worse. He tried pushing her away or at the very least get her to understand the danger she would be in by running with them. Cid had essentially forced them to have a real medic join the crew after too many missions had gone sideways due to injuries. It wasn’t that he was ungrateful to have a medic with knowledge that wasn’t learned from the holonet five minutes before putting it into practice like Tech used to do, but Hunter felt weird about any civilian traveling with them. The team warmed up to her quickly, especially Omega, and it was shortly after she had gone out of her way to get colorful band-aids for Omega did Hunter allow himself to start to give in to these feelings. The warm feeling her smile and gentle touches gave him kept him up at night, thoughts of her would circle his mind and on the rare occasion, he’d allow himself to think of a peaceful future with her. 

He thought he hid his feelings well. 

He did not.

It was clear to everyone, including her, almost immediately that his feelings for the medic were stronger than just another crew member. He frequently tried to push his feelings away, denying them or not even affording himself to indulge in them, but she had none of it. Every idea to dissuade her from a relationship with him seemed to do nothing but persuade her more. She reminded him almost daily of her own feelings, either intentionally or unintentionally, until he let his heart thaw out. She loved him unconditionally and he couldn’t help falling for her deeply and wholeheartedly. 

Hunter still remembered the moment he decided that it was time to take that chance with her. When she had finally convinced him it was worth it. She had just patched up Wrecker and had been softly arguing with Tech that he needed more rest when she had sat next to him on his bunk, surprising him. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened out there?” She asked him softly and he fought back a sigh. 

“Nothing happened out there.” He replied, going back to sharpening his vibro blade, avoiding eye contact. 

“Oh really?” She taunted. “Was it not you, pulling you behind me in the middle of the mission saying ‘don’t go far from me’?” He clenched and unclenched his jaw, he knew this had been coming and that she wouldn’t let this go. 

“That wasn’t-” He tried. 

“Hunter, how long are we going to dance around this?” She muttered, he could hear her heart pounding and the frustration in her words, he felt his hands grow clammy. This was a conversation that had long been coming. “It’s not fair to either of us. Why aren’t you letting yourself be happy? What are you so scared of?” He slowly sheathed his blade and turned to face her, not allowing himself to look her in the face just yet. 

“What if I fail and lose you.” He finally muttered, feeling as if a tank was sitting on his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost any of the squad, but you? Darling, I don’t think I could come back from that.” He groaned and dropped his head in his hands, hunched over in embarrassment and frustration. 

“But Hunter-” Her voice raising, ever so slightly. 

“How do you not understand that I’m doing this for you!” He dropped his hands and looked at her from the corner of his eye, unable to face her fully. “I don’t ever want you to hurt, don’t ever want to see you in pain, and the odds of me living through the Empire? Living through dealing with Cid’s missions? Not great. All I want is to see you happy, and I’d love for you to be happy with me, but that will no doubt be brief and I can’t leave you hurting without being there to help.” He looked away, not eager to see her face when she responded. 

“Well that’s very morbid and a bit arrogant.” She snorted. Hunter turned to face her scowling, ready to retort. “But even more infantilizing. If anything happened to either one of us, not just you, I think we would both grieve, but never take for granted any of the time we shared, or the care we had for each other. I’m not so fragile that your loss would break me, sure it would hurt, and I’d be heartbroken, but I have more respect for you, your memory, and for myself than to let that misery take hold forever, and I think you are stronger than that too.” She grabbed his hands, pulling him to face her. “You are letting fear keep you from living, and there is a lot of that to do outside of the war. You can be afraid, but don’t be a coward. Bravery isn’t the opposite of fear, it’s being afraid, but going for it anyway. You’re so brave out there, be brave here, with me.” She smiled, small and hopeful, but her eyes never left his, steely and determined to sway him. “And you know your brothers won’t stop giving you shit if you-“ he cut her off, his hand holding her cheek, thumb pressed against the apple, roving over her cheekbone. He was a breath away from her, his nose brushing against hers, watching her closely, waiting for her to push him away. He knew she wouldn’t push him away, not after that speech, not after everything, but some part of him still wanted to run, wanted her to run. But running wasn’t her and he was tired of trying to fight off his feelings. 

“Are you gonna kiss me or not, Sarge-“ and cutting her off once more his lips were on hers, and it was everything she’d wanted for months. 

She was so soft against him, it was startling how right she felt in his arms, but when her lips demanded more from him, pressing back harder and forcing what a sweet, chaste gesture to a passionate embrace one he knew she was anything but. He broke their kiss, moving back a hair's breadth to look at her. He was mesmerized by the way her eyes fluttered open, her mouth slightly agape and flushed. 

“You won’t take no for an answer, will you darlin’?” He chuckled, his hand ghosting down her face to grasp her jaw. 

“Absolutely not.” She smirked, then her hand weaved into his hair and pulled him in for another kiss. And that was that, she made no room for any further argument between them.

And that kiss is what led the two of them to now, roughly one standard cycle (and many kisses) later in their very own home. The two of them were currently lying on a soft rug in front of their fireplace, fully clothed and just enjoying the ability to have some serenity near each other. The night was quiet and having her so close made Hunter feel more warmth than any heat the fire could provide. He willed himself to hear her soft heartbeat, to smell the gentle shampoo she used in her hair, the feel of his hands on her cheek. He wanted so desperately to freeze time and live in this moment forever. 

“Are you okay, my love?” Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts. He let out a gentle sigh as he looked over at her face, ever caring and ever wondering about his well-being over her own. 

“I was just thinking about everything we had to go through to get here.” He murmured, she gave him a small smile, knowing the pain the entire batch went through to get to this peaceful time in their life and it was clear to all of them, even if they didn’t discuss it, that there was still a fear in each of them that this life may come to an end abruptly the moment they get too comfortable. “Sometimes I worry I’m going to wake up back in our barracks on Kamino and after everything that’s happened…I just fear that I don’t deserve this.” He closed his eyes as she moved her hand to cup his tattooed cheek, forcing him to look into her eyes. 

“Hunter, honey, of course, you deserve happiness.” She gave him a soft smile before continuing, “Plus I’m not complaining about having an absolute hunk of a man on my arm.” She joked, causing Hunter to let out a slight laugh. 

“I’m glad you find me nice to look at.” He responded, still stuck in his thoughts. 

“Among other things, you know.” She leaned forward and kissed the side of his mouth, his stubble rubbing against her. “I love how kind and protective you are. I always feel so safe when you’re around.” She murmured, moving ever so slightly to kiss his tattooed cheek. “I love when you’re watching Omega and you have this dad pose-”

“Dad pose?” He questioned. 

“You know, the one you do with your hand on your hip and you lean against the wall, watching her with a small smile. You do it all the time, you did it today when she was playing with her friends after school!” She teased while she resumed her soft kisses along his face. “I love that even when we’re out of missions you’re doing everything you can to make sure everyone’s safe. I love when I’m cooking and you come up behind me to hold me. I love-” 

“Alright, alright! I get it, you love me.” He chuckled, face burning bright from all the compliments, so unused to any form of love outside his brothers. 

“But do you know what I love the most?” She asked, moving so she was now on top of him, playfully pinning him.  

“Now, what would that be, sweetheart?” 

“That I’m all yours and you’re all mine.” She responded before leaning down to kiss him. And for once, Hunter allowed himself to relax in this moment, because she was right. While his fear of losing her was still there, he knew that at this time in his life, they had each other and nothing was going to change that. 

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This will be the place where you can easily find all of my writings. Stories will be listed in the chronological order they were written.

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The Bad Batch - Trivial Pursuit (Tech x F Reader)

The Bad Batch - Rites of the Covenant (Hunter x F Reader)

The Bad Batch - Dealer's Choice (The Boys x F Reader)

The Bad Batch - Give Me Three, the Gift of One (Crosshair & Tech x F Reader) (WIP)

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[523rdrebel]

Welcome to CF99

The Bad Batch Coffee/Caf Shop AU

Hunter x Reader

Hunter and his siblings own a Caf Shop called, CF99. Reader and Hunter are tasked with creating something new and use that time to grow closer together.

Overall Vibes: Cute, Fluff, Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop

Warnings: One Instance of Customer being a "Karen," Fluff, Cuteness, and Lots of Caf/Coffee References

Rating: SFW

Written as a Lifeday gift for @multi-fan-dom-madness <3 <3 <3

Hunter Divider: @snotbuggle

Coffee Divider: @firefly-graphics

“Small Oatmilk Latte on Bar!” You shout over the loud ambient sounds of coffee being made, milk being steamed and frothed, and voices speaking in a dull hum.

“I asked  for whole milk!” The customer scowled at you across the bar, nearly spitting at you in their ire.

“No. You didn’t.” A voice growled intensely from behind you.

“It’s okay Crosshair–”

“No. I took their order, they asked for Oatmilk.” He pushed you aside and leaned over the bar, smiling that toothy smile at the problem customer. His voice rumbled, “You can take the latte or you can leave.” The large form of Wrecker appears behind you, casting a shadow over the customer, “Your choice.”

“Th–the latte’s fine!” The customer all but screams, takes the latte and runs away, doorbell ringing as they exit.

Crosshair laughs, deeply amused.

“Cross– we can’t just keep intimidating the customers!” you chide, despite feeling a deep sense of relief that you avoided being shouted at by another unruly customer.

“That wasn’t a customer, that was a wailing banshee…”

Wrecker nudged your shoulder, though gently, it still nearly knocked you off your feet, “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Figure what out? That if they come to CF99 they get yelled at and threatened?”

“That they can’t bully us. Or you.”

Crosshair’s face was smug, something unidentifiable sparkling in his eyes, “Pretty sure Hunter would rip a face off if he caught someone bullying you.”

“I do not believe, even with Hunter’s capabilities, that he could ‘Rip a face off’.” Tech’s voice broke in now, his face popping up from around the corner at the drive thru.

“It’s an expression, Tech.” Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“Is it an expression for ‘I need therapy?’” He quipped back instantly.

At the morning staff meeting, Echo presented a new challenge to the CF99 team, “Overall customer feedback shows that they want something new.”

“New…The pastries from Daisy’s Bakery wasn’t enough?” You asked. Pastries had just been added a few months ago, thanks to Wrecker’s love of the bakery (and the Baker) down the street.

He sighed, “That definitely boosted our sales, but no. They want a new drink.”

“It’s coffee, not an experiment. It doesn’t need all the frills.”

“Not everyone likes plain espresso, Crosshair.”

“Pansies.” He mumbled under his breath, crossed his arms over his chest and glowered.

“Anyway, I need a couple of you to take point on that new drink. Any volunteers?” Tech instantly raised his hand, always excited for a new challenge. “Not you Tech…”

“Yeah, the drink has to actually be palatable…” Wrecker elbowed Tech and laughed heartily.

He adjusted his glasses then held up one finger, “According to my research, the flavor notes hit all the flavor receptors at once. It should have been entirely palatable.”

Echo just rolled his eyes and continued, “I need you on Drive Thru, anyway. No Cross– you just want to avoid the customers.” Crosshair’s sighed deeply, but didn’t deny. “Wrecker’s the best with the Customers so we need him on register…” Echo looked pointedly at you then Hunter, “You and Hunter willing to give it a shot? It doesn’t have to be too fancy, just good coffee and something that we haven’t served before.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, feigning nonchalance, despite the excitement bubbling inside your chest.

“Uh–” Hunter glanced sidelong at you, mouth open to speak.

Echo cut in, standing up to signal the end of the meeting, “Great! Now let’s try not to scare away any more customers…”

You and Hunter are left alone to plan in the break room, where Echo and Tech had set up a temporary Barista station with selections of Caf beans from Endor to Mutunda with a variety of roasting styles and flavor notes. There were caf creamers and alternatives and a multitude of flavorings and additions to make nearly any combination of a special brew.

Hunter was nothing if not efficient, so he set himself to grinding and brewing samples of each caf for the both of you to taste as you made your selections.

“So… What’s the plan here?”

“Taste the caf. Choose additional flavor items. Make the drink. Save the world. Mission accomplished.”

“Oh, sounds very important. How can I help, Commander?” You snap off a sloppy salute.

“At ease, soldier.” He chuckles, eyes sparkling with humor, “Why don’t you try to narrow down the additions… make some flavor groups?”

“On it–sir.” You wink at him, then quickly turn away, your ears burning.

You both work quietly for a while, selecting different combinations of flavor additions while he narrows down caf beans by preference. He is a nice, calming presence, and you, not for the first time, glance appreciatively at his handsome, prominent profile. He’s focused, his brow furrowed in that soft intensity you’d noticed while he works. He exhales at the strand of hair that came loose of his red bandana, now partially obstructing his view. You can’t help but smile at him, but you shake your head and return your focus back to the flavor profiles you were creating. Now isn’t the time to swoon, you decide.

Hunter shifts periodically, each time getting closer and closer to you, causing you to hold your breath involuntarily and sigh heavily when you release the breath. You swore you heard Hunter chuckle quietly upon the third instance, but decidedly ignored that as wishful thinking.

By the time you both had finished with your tasks, Hunter’s arm was softly brushing against your own as he moved the caf closer together, “These ones are the best…”

You know your cheeks are likely flushed with how hot your face feels right then and you nod, gathering your preferred flavor palettes and placing them next to the remaining cafs.

Hunter’s pics for the caf blends are one dark roast with notes of cherry, dark chocolate, and amaretto, one medium roast with notes of cinnamon, star anise, and meloorun, and one light roast with candied jogan fruit, salted caramel, and brown sugar.

“Oh! These are my favorites!”

“Are they?” Hunter’s eyes flashed with amusement and something else you couldn’t identify, “Uh- what do you have?”

“Spiced plum, Blood Orange, and Cinnamon for syrups. Sweet Cream Cheese or Whip for an optional topping, and we could try this mulled wine flavored drizzle for some extra interest.”

You both spend time mixing flavor combinations until you find one that is just right.

“It works well hot or iced, too!”

“Hmm, maybe we do make a good team–soldier.”

“Well, you make it easy, Commander.”

Crosshair leaned against the door to the breakroom, arms crossed and light smirk on his face, “You two done flirting? Or should I come back with a holo recorder?”

“A holorecorder!?” Your eyes widen in panicked shock. 

“For blackmail. That was embarrassing.”

Hunter sighs, “Just– go get Echo. We finished the drink.”

Crosshair instead took three long steps forward, eyes squinting at the drink you’d both created, “Ugh– looks like a dessert. You sure that’s coffee?”

“CROSS–”

He rolls his eyes so far back into his head they could’ve gotten lost back there, turns on his heel and leaves.

“So… were you flirting or…?”

He chuckles and whispers your name softly, reverently, “I’ve been flirting with you for a long while now, actually.”

“Really? I thought—”

“You think we have time for me to kiss you before they get back here?”

“God–I hope so!”

He needs no further encouragement, one hand pulls you flush against him, the other cradles your head and his fingers tangle in your hair. His mouth captures yours, pressing softly at first, the more insistently in response to your willingness. Your hands clutch at his shirt and you wish with all your might that you weren’t at work right now…

You hear a deep, from the depths of his being, sigh and Echo groans, “Can’t you two do that off the clock?”

“How about tonight, then?” Hunter asks, pulling away reluctantly, trailing his fingers slowly across your back as he releases you.

“Tonight. Yes.” Your response is stilted, biting your lip in expectation.

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[spacemagicandlaserswords]

Open and Waiting (Chapter 2)

Gif from this post by @ashr-jedi

Summary: Hunter makes an appearance. You continue to warm Tech’s cock with your mouth and ruminate on previous experiences with Crosshair, Wrecker and Echo.  

Relationships: Tech x f!reader, a little bit of Hunter x f!reader, mentions of Crosshair x f!reader, Echo x f!reader and Wrecker x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, cock warming, voyeurism, domination, submission, Dominant Tech, submissive reader, poor self worth, feelings, smut with feelings, sexual inexperience, inexperienced reader, polyamory, gag reflex, pretend sci-fi technology/science, pretend Star Wars planets and locations, not beta read. Mentions of: Deep throating, face fucking, fingering, thigh fucking, tit fucking, bukkake, cum as lube, finger fucking, grinding, toys, butt plug.

Word Count: 2085 (Chapter 2)

Authors Notes: Please read the warnings! And please let me know if you enjoyed it. The filth continues. Interspersed with … feelings? In my smut? It’s more likely than you think. 

I realised I forgot to give any context for where this story sits timeline wise and who the character of the reader is! Timeline wise, this happens at some nebulous point after Echo joins The Bad Batch and before Order 66. The reader is part of the Batch but beyond that you can interpret them however you wish. The most common example I've seen is a medic but a jedi, mechanic, intelligence officer or some other random reason for the reader being in the squad could all work as well. Whatever works for you. The main thing is that the reader is a submissive that the Batch share between themselves and are the reader's dominants. The Batch are all Dom’s in the AU of this fic, but they all have different ways of approaching it, which you’ll hopefully get a little inkling of in this chapter.

Chapters: One, Three, Four, Five, Six | Ao3

Open and Waiting (Chapter 2) 

I don’t know how much time passes but eventually I hear the faint hiss of the cockpit door opening and a soft, smooth stride moves out into the main area of the ship.

Hunter.

Our sergeant can be completely silent when he wants to be, so he’s deliberately making sure his approach can be heard. An existence created purely for tracking means that he’s basically permanently stealthy. It can be decidedly startling when he just appears next to you out of nowhere. We really need to put a bell on him or something. Though he’d probably figure out how to move so that it didn’t make a sound. Sneaky bastard.

A gruff voice at the end of the workbench announces his arrival.

“That’s in more bits than when I saw it last.”

“Yes.” Tech replies. “I hypothesised that the size of the casing could be reduced by 2.56% if I reconfigured the internal power connectors into a series of bi-linear couplings. I am currently applying this theory to the prototype you see before you, hence the 'bits' on the workbench.”

“That’s a lot of parts to shove into a small box.” responds Hunter.

“They will fit.” Tech testily replies.

“I don’t doubt that.” Hunter answers.   

There’s a brief pause while Tech zaps something and Hunter shifts slightly to the side.

I think I’m being inspected.

Hunter definitely can’t have missed that I’m currently naked, kneeling between Tech’s thighs with my eyes closed, hands restrained behind my back and Tech’s cock stuffed in my mouth.

“You went with the leather cuffs then.” Hunter states.

I am definitely being inspected.

“They are more suited to the purposes of this exercise.” Tech explains. “The focus is on sensation and submission and as an introduction to this practice, I thought it pertinent to ease into the experience gently. The leather cuffs provide an acceptable level of restraint and serve as a reminder of their position, both physically and mentally.”

“Plus you made them.” Hunter adds.

“Correct. Both the wrist cuffs and collar are of my own design and creation.” Tech replies.

They’re talking about me like I’m not even here. Like I’m not currently desperately drooling around Tech’s cock, unable to move or escape their gaze. The thought makes my pussy throb.

“Oh, she’s enjoying this.” Hunter laughs.

“I trust you can smell her arousal.” Tech asks, though it’s not framed as a question.

“Yup.” Hunter answers. “I could smell her in the cockpit like she was in there. It’s stronger than usual.”

“I have observed a number of indicators of her heightened state of arousal myself.” Tech adds.

“Is this what she’s been worrying about?” asks Hunter.

“If by ‘this’, you mean the practice of cock warming that the two of us are currently engaging in, then yes.” Tech replies.

“You’ve just got your dick in her mouth.” Hunter observes bluntly.

“Yes.” replies Tech. “That is the point.”

There’s a rather telling pause and I can just picture the looks that are being exchanged. An arched, tattooed eyebrow is probably being met with a decidedly unimpressed flat stare emanating from behind yellow lenses. Another slip of drool spills from the corner of my stretched mouth and runs down my chin to join the rest of the mess that is covering my face.

Tech shifts and launches into a lecture. There’s probably a finger being raised.

“Cock warming is the practice of placing one's cock in an orifice of one's partner. This can be done via the mouth, rear or vagina, if the penetratee possesses that particular genitalia. The cock is then left inside the partner's orifice where they are to keep it warm. The name speaks for itself. Outside of the basic principle of the act, the parties involved can agree on various additional stipulations, such as how long the penetratee must keep their partner's cock inside them or if they are allowed to move or make noise. I have read numerous accounts where both partners extol the virtues of this practice, describing it as surprisingly peaceful and an excellent way of entering subspace.”

“I’m sure it’s enjoyable, I’ve just never heard of it, that’s all.” Hunter supplies.

“I must admit that I was not overly familiar with the practice myself but it has proved to be a most enjoyable addition to our play thus far.” Tech provides.

I could already tell he was enjoying it, given the harness of his erection currently occupying my mouth. Hearing the verbal confirmation just adds to the feeling of deep satisfaction and submission warming in my chest. Another shiver runs through my body and I can feel more of my saliva pool in my mouth.

“Was there a reason for your interruption of my work?” Tech directs at Hunter in a slightly curt manner.

“That’s not the only thing I’m interrupting” Hunter snarks back.

“Quite.” Tech leaves the implication implicit.

Hunter sighs briefly before adding “Yeah we got a comm from the 369th.”

“Ah. Are they still experiencing difficulty with the Separatist base built into the side of the Markontia Gorge on Bezril IX?” Tech asks, fully aware of the answer already.

“Yeah, they might need our help with their current campaign but nothing’s confirmed yet so we’re on standby for now. If they need us to blast a hole into the Seppie base then we should hear back by the next rotation.” Hunter adds.

“Wrecker will be pleased.” Tech comments.

“I can think of something else that would please Wrecker.” Hunter slyly hints at.

“Wrecker may make use of our shared submissive when it is his turn.” Tech replies swiftly, irascible intent laced through the words, making it crystal clear that I am his right now.

“Additionally, he has made it quite clear that he does not wish to test the limits of her capacity for oral penetration until her gag reflex has improved.” Tech adds.

A slice of shame and disappointment cuts through me. I’ve always had problems with my gag reflex. Lack of experience will do that to you, I guess. I’ve been slowly working on improving it and they’ve all been so gentle and careful and patient with me. I desperately want to be able to deep throat each of them or be face fucked into a wall one day. At the moment though, the best I can manage is the tip of one of their cocks at the back of my mouth and even that still sets the damn thing off sometimes.

Wrecker has been so sweet about it. There is no denying that he is exceptionally well endowed and that his cock is, well, enormous, to put it bluntly. The poor man is well aware of it too. There is nothing I’d love more than to be absolutely impaled on his thick cock, but the first time I saw it I did worry that I’d never be able to fit it in me. I still do but we’re slowly getting there. He’s been so wonderful and understanding of my current abilities and their limits. Wrecker is such a beautiful human to experience pleasure with. He’s so full of joy about the entire thing. I didn’t have a great deal of experience before somehow ending up with all of them and I’d never had a joyful sexual encounter before Wrecker. I didn’t even know it was possible and had burst into tears afterwards. He’d been so alarmed and concerned that he’d inadvertently hurt me but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Thankfully, he’s the most emotionally intelligent out of all of them and we’d had a wide-ranging, open and reassuring conversation about sexual experience and intimacy as I lay curled against his chest. I still struggle with tensing up sometimes and Wrecker has been a great boon in getting me more accustomed to preparation. He’s a big proponent of lube and has a whole assortment of different types that we’re slowly working our way through. One or two of his fingers are more than enough to open me up and I could have those big, thick, slicked up digits sliding in and out of me for hours.

And there is nothing quite so wondrous as lying there laughing and kissing and giggling as he fucks my thighs. Wrecker has been very keen to emphasise that there’s more to sex than just penetration and we’ve been exploring some intriguingly varied ways to experience pleasure together. The first time he’d fucked my tits was something else. His oleaginous, lubed cock sliding between my breasts, cupped in his massive hands as his fingers and thumb played with my nipples. When he’d finally exploded all over my chest, neck and face, I don’t think I’d ever been covered in quite so much cum.

Well, at least not until we had that bukkake session. Trying to get cum out of your hair in a sonic is difficult to say the least and Hunter ended up hand washing it out for me. It had been worth it though for the way they had all looked down at me while they pumped their cocks and came all over my obedient, kneeled form, mouth hanging open and tongue out to catch as much as I could.

I’d knelt there afterwards like a statue. Covered in their cum, stained and claimed in their release. Rivets of translucent white slowly running down my skin. I could feel it pool in the hollow of my neck and drip off my nipples. It sounds ridiculous but in that moment I just wished I could exist like that forever, eternally marked as theirs. Just like I wish I could openly and proudly display the marks they leave on my skin, claims bruised into my neck for all to see. They are all such wonderful dominants, each unique in their own approach. I’m eternally thankful that they all chose me to be their submissive. I would happily serve at their feet and allow them to use me as they pleased for the rest of my existence if this damn war wasn’t going on.

I do need to work on having a bit more self preservation though. One of them is bad enough but whenever they end up scheming together, they start coming up with Plans and Ideas. That’s how I then found myself wiping their cum off me with my hands before eating it in front of them like some lewd and licentious spectacle. Being made to finger yourself using the cum of your dominants as lube while they watch is also a whole new level of depravity. I’d had to beg each of them for permission to cum before I’d finally been allowed to finger fuck myself into oblivion.  

Wrecker isn’t the only one that is explicitly clear that their boundaries for playing with me are guided by my current abilities. Crosshair steadfastly refuses to even entertain my suggestion of face fucking until I can, in his words, “keep my balls against your chin, doll”. Echo had gone all serious when I had timidly requested to go down on him for the first time. There had been some stern yet heart-felt words about the importance of pacing and not rushing into things or pressuring yourself to try something you’re not ready for. We’d ended up grinding against each other instead, which was just as enjoyable. It meant I got to watch him come undone as I thrust my hips into his groin and then he’d made me straddle his leg and grind myself to completion on his thigh. There is something about the sensation of smooth durasteel gliding under your wet, sensitive pussy and pressing against your clit that is otherworldly. I’ll have to ask Tech if he’s able to shape some kind of toy out of the metal. A durasteel butt plug sounds like an excellent idea.

I still wish I could do more for them and wasn’t trapped in my own body and mind. The discontent and shame at my perceived failures is still there, despite how well I might be managing to warm Tech’s cock with my mouth at the moment. My lips are wrapped around a decent amount of his length and the tip of his cock is fairly close to the back of my mouth but I could always do more and try to get him a little deeper. I take a steadying breath through my nose, will my throat to relax and move to take more of him in.

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Author’s Note: Tiny bit of a cliffhanger! This is mainly because I wrote this all in a giant keyboard mashing haze with absolutely no thoughts of structure. Going back while editing and trying to figure out where to shove in chapters to break it up has been a bit tricky, so if they’re a tad clunky that’s why.

You’ll see how Tech reacts in Chapter 3, along with some musings on previous sessions with Hunter and Crosshair. 

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[sunshinesdaydream]

Eyes

Crosshair/Reader :No use of Y/N Warnings: a fistfight and some language Word Count: 1001 I think I kept this GN, if I missed something let me know! Fluff I haven’t ever used a beta, so... sorry!

Set sometime after the eventual rescue of Crosshair, going on the assumption that they will be working with Rex at that point.  Reader is a pilot with their own ship and is hiding from the empire for their own reasons.

“You know, no one else is going to break them up,” Stitch, the medic, said next to you.

“I guess you're right,” you answer, taking a final bite of the fruit you had been eating. “Let's do it,”

Swallowing your bite you toss the core of the fruit into a waste bin as you pass, walking towards the brawling pair with the medic at your right shoulder.

“Break it up, asshole, dumbass,” You project loudly towards them. “Unless you want to scrub your blood off of the deck.  We have enough work to do around here,”

You take in the pair.  Axe, who is actively an asshole to everyone, had a variety of bruises including a black eye and a broken nose.

Crosshair looked slightly better, if for only the fact his nose wasn't broken. However Axe had landed a punch that had split his lip.

“Stitch, you take the asshole to the medbay and get him cleaned up. I'll take dumbass to the one on my ship” You tell the medic. Stitch nods and drags the trooper off.

“Go ahead and run away, reg,” Crosshair shot after him.

Axe made a move to go after him again, but Stitch shook him by the grip he had on his armor saying, “Do it and I'll punch you myself,” then carrying on pulling him towards the med bay.

You roll your eyes, grab Crosshair by the top of his chest plate,  “Come on, dumbass, time to get you cleaned up before you bleed everywhere,” you say as you pull him towards your ship.

He followed, allowing you to keep hold of him, as you ascended the ramp and went through the ship to the tiny medbay in it.

“Sit,” you say, with an exasperated edge, pointing to the bed.

“I can do this myself,” he responded.

“You can allow me to or I will get one of the medics, we haven't the resources or the energy for badly treated injuries gotten infected,” you answer.

You stare each other down for a full minute, then you turn on your heal to head out to find a medic and possibly his large brother to make him be treated.  Then you hear movement behind you.

You turn to see him sitting on the bed, watching you carefully from his battered face.

With a sigh you open the drawers to retrieve the items needed. Returning, you stand in front of him and begin to clean the blood from his face.

“You're angry,” he drawled, studying you while you worked.

“Not as angry as Axe,” you sigh. “You really need to learn when to stop talking.  They don't know you are joking and it just gets you a black eye at best,”

“Regs have no sense of humor,” he answered. “not like you,”

“I don't know what you mean,” You respond, now cleaning his split lip.

He hissed slightly at the sting, but went ahead and kept talking, “You look away and laugh when you don't think anyone notices,”

“Stay still,” you scold, focusing on his injury while you could feel his gaze on you like a physical touch.

He huffs a small laugh, “When you know someone is watching your nose twitches when you try not to laugh,”

Your cheeks warm at the thought of him watching you as closely as you had been watching him, as you begin spreading bacta gel on his injuries.

“You still don't know when to stop talking,” you answer, quieter this time.

“You also give as good as you get,” he continued, “Unlike those Regs, they think with their fists,”

“I think they may be confused,” you tell him.

“May be?”he drawled.

You restrain a giggle, but his eyes catch yours and you could see that he had noticed by the humor in his eyes.

You ignore it and go back to what you were saying, “Yes, with your perpetual scowl they don't know what to make of you.  But then they wouldn't really be focused on your real tell,”

“And what would that be?” He prompted.

“Your eyes,” you unwittingly respond.

“What about them?”

You try not to answer, trying to keep your attention on the  various bruises and abrasions. Failing, your gaze goes to his again. You can see the teasing mischief there, along with something else.  You hope you aren't imagining it, that it isn't just him and his snarky sense of humor.

You become very aware of your situation, standing between his knees to better reach his face, which your hands are on, and you come to a decision.  Your heart and stomach feel like you are in a free fall.

Getting more bacta you swipe it over where his lip is split as you say, “Your eyes are very expressive,”

Before he has a chance to respond, you gently kiss the corner of his mouth that is uninjured. As you pulled back from the quick kiss his hands were on your hips, pulling you close before you realized he had a hold of you. His eyes were bright and he was trying for a kiss.

You giggle, pressing your hand against his chest. “If you ruin my work I'll dunk your whole head in a bucket of bacta,” You tell him. “If you are good and let it heal for a couple hours I'll let you have as many kisses as you want,”

He ran a finger along your bottom lip, then cradled your cheek in his hand.  While searching your eyes he asked, almost too quiet for you to hear, “Promise?”

You give a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand before taking it in yours, “Yes, promise. Let me take care of your hands,”

Later that evening he kissed you until all you were aware of was the taste of his lips on yours and the circle of his arms around you.

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[mystarwarsthoughts]

Bad Batch Fan Art...and some fan fiction!

So….remember about a month ago I said I was working on a site where I could put some of my fan fiction and original fiction? Well, I’ve had some technical difficulties with the site (ugh, I hate starting a new blog; it’s like I totally forgot how I managed to create this one, lol). But fear not, I posted the fan fiction stories on Archive of Our Own, so you can still read them if you want to.…

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[dangraccoon]

Oyuba'din - Chapter 4: Attentive

Original Character & The Bad Batch

Summary: Hunter is stubborn, but Crosshair is crafty. Jaine amazes all of them.

Warnings: discussion of injuries, migraines, teensy bit of lunatic behavior (if you squint), unorthodox healing methods

Author's Note: Oh my stars y'all are still reading this??? Well, prepare for some mystery! The Batch certainly wasn't!

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“So how was it?” Crosshair smirked. 

“What?” Hunter said. 

“You had a private audience with the medic,” he snickered. 

Hunter rolled his eyes, but said nothing. 

“How’d she smell, vod?”

“Stow it, Cross,” he warned. 

Crosshair snickered, but ultimately stopped his line of questioning. The short walk back to the barracks was quiet from then on.

Upon the door shutting, Hunter felt himself release a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. 

“Are you alright?” Tech asked.

“Fine,” Hunter mumbled.

“You are currently displaying five out of eight of your usual signs of having a migraine. That is three more than this morning in the mess.”

“Tech,” he groaned. 

“Perhaps I should call for Lieutenant Vale, she may have something to ease your pain.”

“You know as well as I do that none of the medicine helps.”

“I have read that her methods are frequently unorthodox, much like us. She may be able to help in some way.”

“Enough, Tech,” he snapped. “I’ll be fine.”

Tech scowled, but said nothing. 

“I’m going to lie down. Do not comm her.”

Hunter turned from his brother, and skulked over to his bunk, pulling down the makeshift curtain to enclose the bunk in darkness. He opted not to shed his armor, feeling a little lazy, and he was out like a light the moment his head hit the pillow. 

Tech continued to scowl at his brother’s bunk. He knew he was one to talk, but Hunter was so hardheaded. Tech knew Hunter thought his migraines were a sign of weakness, and knew they embarrassed him. Perhaps the leader did not want to appear weak in front of the new medic, which was silly. 

“I think you should, by the way,” Crosshair muttered. 

“Hunter explicitly stated that I should not contact Lieutenant Vale.”

Crosshair hummed, seeming to consider this. “Maybe if you had to comm her for some other reason, not Hunter.”

“I suppose, but no one else is in need of a medic. If Echo is experiencing phantom pains again, he has his medication for that, Wrecker’s eye hasn’t bothered him for years, and you and I are in good condition.”

“For now,” Crosshair snickered, stalking away from Tech and over to Wrecker. 

Tech watched as Crosshair whispered something to their larger brother, whose face split in a wide grin. Tech could help the bad feeling that was gathering in the pit of his stomach. 

Before Tech could step in, Wrecker lifted Crosshair above his head with ease, tossing him back to the floor like a rag doll. The breath left Crosshair’s lungs as he watched the hulking Clone jump on top of him. 

Echo watched on in confusion before meeting Tech’s eye, questioningly. 

Tech let out a sigh in response, picking up his comm device as he watched Wrecker dislocate Crosshair’s shoulder. 

-

The door slid open to reveal a peeved medic. 

Tech huffed out a frustrated breath. “Lieutenant, I assure you there is a perfectly reasonable ex-”

“It’s Jaine,” she said, already moving towards Crosshair to assess the damage.

“Right, Jaine,” Tech mumbled.

“And I don’t really care for explanations. I can’t leave you boys alone for five minutes, can I?”

“We are somewhat ungovernable at times,” Tech conceded. 

Jaine worked silently, assessing Crosshair’s shoulder. 

“Not bad,” she hummed, taking control of Crosshair’s arm. “Relax.”

Before Crosshair had a moment to even think about relaxing, she swiftly moved his arm, the joint clicking loudly as it found its proper place. 

She released his arm as he hissed in pain, and grabbed a bottle of tablets out of her bag. She passed him two, saying “take these. No rough-housing for at least three days.”

She moved on to her next patient, Wrecker, whose cheek was beginning to show some bruising. She pushed him down to sit on the bench so she could get a proper look at him. After a minute, she scoffed lightly, before removing a small canister from her bag. She twisted it open, revealing a dark colored salve. Tech, fascinated, hovered slightly behind her. 

As she applied the salve to Wrecker’s cheek she spoke softly to Tech. “It’s synthesized with vitamins and enzymes from a few different plants; pineapple, arnica, and ginger root mostly. The color comes from activated charcoal. That’s mostly for binding, but it helps as a disinfectant as well. It’s my own blend. Bruises typically heal on their own, but this should speed up the process.”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tech furiously typing on this data pad, hoping to study the ingredients in the near future.

Once she finished applying the salve, she wiped her hand on her pants. She then leaned forward and gently blew across the area on Wrecker’s cheek and Tech watched fascinated as the dark salve seemed to disappear into Wrecker’s skin. Wrecker reached up and gently prodded where the bruise had been forming. 

“Doesn’t hurt,” he whispered. 

“That’s good,” she smiled. 

“Jaine, I would be most interested if you were to teach me about this salve of yours. I am quite fascinated with its properties and I am curious to know how it was absorbed so quickly,” Tech prattled on. 

“I’d love to teach you sometime, Tech, but why am I really here?” she inquired. 

“Apologies, Jaine, I told Crosshair this deception would be ridiculous,” he muttered with an exaggerated eye roll. Lowering his voice to nearly a whisper he added “Hunter gets migraines and after he had spoken to other doctors and medics, no medicine they have given him helps. The headaches are a side effect of his enhancements.”

“Let me guess, he’ll be stubborn as a bantha about letting me try to help?”

“That would be correct. He specifically told me not to contact you, but then when Crosshair was hurt in his sparring with Wrecker, it was inevitable that I must contact you.”

“I’m glad you did,” she smiled. Tech straightened a little, the hint of a grin on his lips. “Where is he?”

“His bunk, I am unsure if he is awake at the moment,” Tech informed her, pointing to Hunter’s enclosed bunk on the opposite side of the room. She nodded, picking up her bag, and moving to the sleeping sergeant’s bunk. 

“Hunter?” She said quietly. “Are you awake?”

“Wish I wasn’t,” he groaned. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Your brothers are worried about you,” she explained. 

He pulled the makeshift curtain ever so slightly to the side. Squinting as the harsh light hit his eyes. 

“Tech, the lights?” She called, and Tech quickly turned the lights off. 

“So what ridiculous stunt did they pull to get you here?” he grumbled. 

“Crosshair had Wrecker dislocate his arm. Nothing serious,” she said, taking his pulse at his wrist, and watching her chronometer. After a few moments she added “little on the high side for resting. Everything okay?”

Hunter scowled, unsure of what to say. His brothers had gotten into nonsense while he slept with the express purpose of doing what he asked them not to, his brain felt like it was going to melt out of his ears, and a snarky, beautiful, and wonderful smelling woman was touching his wrist. He was not okay. 

“I’m fine,” he lied. 

“Typically, when Hunter says that he is fine, it means the opposite,” Tech called from across the room. 

“That so?” Jaine said, smirking. Hunter groaned, basically confirming Tech’s statement. “I suppose we’ve got that in common, then.”

She reached into her bag, pulling a canteen of water out. She passed it to Hunter, simply saying “drink.”

He reluctantly did as he was told, taking the canteen and slowly sipping from it. 

Meanwhile, Jaine sat on the edge of his bunk, going over a symptom checklist. 

“‘Sensitivity to light and sound’, well I’d say that’s fairly obvious. Any nausea or dizziness?”

“No,” he replied simply. 

“Vision off? Seeing any flashes of light?”

“None.”

“I think we can check ‘irritability’ off as well. Nasal congestion? Scalp tenderness?”

“No.”

“What kind of pain?”

Hunter scowled a little. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I need to know what you’re feeling so I know how to treat you. Keep drinking the water.”

“Dunno how to describe it.”

“Let’s start with where it is, then?”

Hunter indicated his right eye, tracing up to his temples, and ending back by his ears. 

“Okay, it is a lot of pain or a little,” she asked, but judging by the look on his face, she answered herself. “A lot. Got it. Does it feel sharp? Like you’re being stabbed or poked with something pointy?”

“No,” he said. 

“Does it feel like someone’s pressing really hard?”

“Yeah. Like my brain’s pushing its way out of my head.”

“Right, sounds like a pretty classic migraine,” she hummed, pulling herself from his bunk and to the table in the middle of the room. “How’s your taste and smell doing? Sensitive?”

Hunter, having flopped back onto his bunk, considered this for a moment. “Could be worse,” he replied with a shrug. 

“Good,” she called back to Hunter before glancing up at Tech with a wink. “Makes it easier.”

Tech watched in fascination as she pulled a few containers from her bag, but quirked an eyebrow up when he realized he couldn’t read the labels on them. 

“What are the ingredients you are using?” He inquired. 

“Bantha tranquilizers and strychnine, of course,” she deadpanned.

Tech blinked at her a few times and she laughed. “If I told you everything I was doing, what use would you have for me then?”

“I suppose that is fair, but I would still like to learn this particular remedy. If it works and you are unavailable, I’d like to be able to replicate it,” he explained. 

“Alright, genius, I get it. Don’t think you’re going to like my process, though,” she smirked. 

“Do not be ridiculous. I’m sure I will find it fascinating.”

“Suit yourself,” she purred. 

Tech watched as she went to work, humming as she did. It was a tune he didn’t recognize, but that didn’t surprise him. He had never really been one for music. 

She added her ingredients to the mortar she had brought out from her bag. He recognized most of them; peppermint, pumpkin seeds, and ginger root. There were some he was not familiar with, however, like the dark red flakes she sprinkled in and a brown powder that looked suspiciously like instant caf. 

She was right when she had predicted that he would not enjoy the process; it would be irreplicable. She hummed gently, grinding the ingredients together with the mortar and pestle, pausing to smell the mixture, before picking up the container that held an ingredient she thought was lacking. 

Once she was finally happy with the mixture, she set about the next step in the process; liquid. She took an empty canteen from her bag, walking over to fill it in the refresher. She then took a funnel and emptied the contents of the mortar to it. Once all of the ground ingredients were inside the canteen, she replaced the lid. 

Her humming paused as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying not to think about the funny frustration of Tech’s expression. 

She shook up her concoction, returning to her humming, eyes closed and only vaguely aware of the 5 sets of eyes on her. 

Once she finished, she gently opened her eyes. “This is typically a private practice, you know,” she chuckled at the men. “Consider yourselves lucky to witness it.”

She unscrewed the lid of the canteen, blowing over it as she passed it to Hunter. 

He eyed the drink and her suspiciously, but took a drink anyway, cringing a little at the taste, and scowling up at her. 

“It’s medicine, not dessert,” Jaine shrugged. “Drink all of it.”

A few minutes passed as Hunter did as she said. By the time he drained the last of the odd beverage and handed it back to Jaine, she had already packed up the rest of her equipment. She gave the boys a wink, and was out of the door before anyone could say anything. 

Hunter sat on his bunk, eyes squinted at the floor. 

“Well?” Crosshair said, eyeing his brother. 

Hunter opened his mouth as though to reply, but quickly shut it again. He did this a few more times before looking up at his squad, the surprise evident on his face. 

“It worked.”

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Tech-ology - Volume II - "Hunting For a Solution"

Excerpt: When he looked up briefly to check a changing light pattern blinking on the dashboard display in his peripheral vision, Tech saw Hunter out of the corner of his eye in some sort of pensive discomfort, holding his head and wincing.  Even though Tech's attention had been on his datapad, that did not mean he was not aware of his surroundings and he knew his brother had been doing that for some time. He thought about offering his knowledge on the history of Coruscant, but changed his mind. “What is it?” Tech asked.

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This is the chapter that started it all, the idea from one scene sparked the story of Tali and the Batch and it has expanded over a year into much more than I could have ever hoped it would be. Hold on, we're not done yet...

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 11

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

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Background: Echo, Tech, and Wrecker help the crew of the Beldame. Will Hunter have regrets? Two flashback sequences.

Warning: Star Wars swears, Earth swears, fear, physical pain, fainting, blood, hypothermia, dog bites human, human bites human, human takes knee to balls, human takes fist to nose, canon-typical violence, medical trauma.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap: Echo broke the silence, “DEFINITELY BSC! The message keeps repeating. Don’t know what the other part is...” 

Tech interrupted excitedly. “Notes on the musical scale!” 

Tech repeated the Basic Alphabet that corresponded with the notes to Echo. 

“With the Basic Standard Code...” Echo started the sentence... 

...and Tech finished it, “They’re coordinates!” 

They both spun their seats around and immediately engaged the Marauder. 

Wrecker stopped humming and tapping. “YOU’RE WELCOME!” 

"In The Depths Of Darkness"

It took some doing, Echo and Tech finally found the Beldame floating aimlessly out in space.   

The hulking ship was dark. 

“Are they...?” Wrecker was even afraid to finish his sentence.   

“I certainly hope NOT.”  Tech was EVEN MORE worried now. 

Wrecker replied. “But...What HAPPENED??? Where’s the Venator???”  

“I cannot answer that question. It... seemed to have...vanished.” Tech was baffled. 

“We can dock topside on the Beldame.”  Echo pointed to the top hatch.  “Allow access while keeping an oxygenated seal between the two ships.  Then haul the crew up into the Marauder...whatever their status is.”  Echo’s large amber eyes tried to hide his deep concern. 

“We should wear our helmets with oxygen gear, and each carry a light source.  I am unsure how long it’s been since their power failed” Tech added. 

“I'm on it!”  Wrecker started gathering equipment. 

Tech and Echo landed the Marauder on the Beldame’s back and secured the seal between the ships. 

When they were finally able to open the hatch and enter, the scene surprised them. 

The whole interior of the ‘Dame was covered in a very thin sheen of frost.  Wrecker, Tech, and Echo could see their breath with each exhale...when their flashlights caught it.  Otherwise, the cabin was completely DARK.   

To add difficulty: everything not tied down was floating around the interior of the ship.  The gravity had failed as well.  Luckily the crew of the ‘Dame was tied together for warmth and moored to one of the bunks. 

Wrecker floated in first and clamped a heat lamp to the interior of the ship and aimed it at the crew.  Echo, then Tech slid in.  

Muffled barking commenced, and Tiggy excitedly scrambled out from the mass of bodies.  She doggy paddled in zero G towards Tech still barking. 

Tech floated over, embracing her, then tucked the pup into a pocket on his utility belt.  He immediately started to scan the crew for vitals. 

“They are ALL alive, however, severely hypothermic.  Wrecker, help me get them immediately to the Marauder!”  Tech started to untie the binds to grab the first crew mate to take to the Marauder.  Wrecker followed suit. 

Echo assessed the interior of the ship, pushing floating objects out of Tech’s and Wrecker’s path.  He brought his hand back and found it slick with spots of fresh blood. 

“SOMEONE is actively bleeding!” 

Wrecker grabbed Hunter and...” Love has dried blood all over their face!  What IS GOING ON???”  He started to pull them with him out of the group. 

Tech immediately spotted the source.  “It’s not Love’s blood.  Mad is hemorrhaging!”  He noticed the area around the top of her inner thighs soaked through considerably.  She was horribly pale. 

Tech grabbed Mad and sailed back through the opening towards the Marauder.  Tiggy whimpered concerningly. Wrecker followed with Hunter and Love in tow. 

Echo grabbed hold of Sil, who even though passed out, was still tightly hugging Omega and brought them back to the Marauder. 

Cold black space remaining...black...darkness... 

Mad... treading through darkness... 

...voices echoing...touches brushing against her skin... 

...stabbing her arm...under the skin...searching for a vessel... 

Didn’t she escape this once before?  A long, long time ago?  How was she here again? 

Mad screamed and darkness filled her mouth, threatening to choke her into silence. 

Wires and medical lines flowed and coiled around her like seaweed, brushing her skin, threatening to tangle Mad’s limbs. 

Up above...a tiny light penetrating the darkness...she swam furiously towards it.  As she ascended the light grew larger, the voices louder...but the quality was distorted. 

Something from the deep blackness gripped her leg. 

Elongated white arms, hands with long fingers...like the bloodless corpses of snakes... 

Milky eyes peering up from the dark depths...whispering...where are you going, experimental subject number... 

She fought and kicked, gasping for air, swallowing some of the darkness...retching... 

...then kicked harder breaking free.  Treading water like her life depended on it.  Floating up...up...up... 

...breaking the surface, her retch turned into a terrified scream. 

Awakened from one nightmare into another.  Mad, bolted upright from a bunk in a foreign environment.  Cold steel and lighted mechanical panels surrounded her, no longer in the warm, comfortable environment of her own ship...  

 ...there was a mechanical scomp in her face.   

Echo, assisting Tech to place an IV catheter was the victim of bad timing.  Poor Echo NEVER saw it coming.  Mad powerfully kicked out, catching him full in the chest.  He sailed back and slammed into the wall.  Tech, concerned with Mad tearing out her catheter, grabbed her arm.  Mad sucker punched him in the face while screaming hysterically.  Poor Tech never saw that coming.  He fell to the floor holding his nose. 

Mad ripped out the catheter and sprang from the bunk. 

Echo ALMOST recovered...but Tiggy intervened.  The puppy, suddenly driven by her owner’s behavior viciously attacked him.  He managed to stave her off with his scomp.  But she kept coming for him, snapping and growling. 

“WHAT THE FUCK???” Echo yelled out. 

Hunter DID sense this coming. The second Mad awoke, he did too. He bolted from the front of the Marauder to the back.   

Mad didn’t get very far, as he grabbed and held her fast.  Both arms pinned to her sides in a secure bear hug.  She screamed obscenities and growled at him.  Clearly, she didn’t recognize Hunter at that moment.   

“Mad... ” She was clearly delirious. "We're not going to hurt you!"

Struggling did no good against Hunter’s strength.  Mad kneed him hard in the crotch.  Hunter gasped and went down on both knees but didn’t let go. 

Mad screamed like a banshee.  Her anger rising. 

In the next room Sil had a full-blown panic attack.  Omega held his hand, trying to talk him through it. 

Wrecker ran in and grabbed up Tiggy. The pup acted as if she didn’t recognize him at all. She bared her teeth and actively tried to attack him too. Wrecker tossed her from hand to hand like a hot potato to avoid being viciously bitten. 

Mad’s anger hit her limit.  She slammed her face down into the crook of Hunter’s neck and sunk her teeth deeply into the flesh... 

...at the same time Tiggy bit Wrecker. 

Both men simultaneously cried out from the pain. 

Hunter released one hand from Mad, attempting to get her teeth out of him.  Her free hand scratched at his face viciously. 

Tiggy slashed Wrecker with her nails. 

STOP!  Love placed both hands on Mad’s head.  She immediately went limp, released her bite, eyes rolling back in her head... 

...as Tiggy immediately went limp and did the same. 

Tech got up from the floor, nose bleeding.  “I...managed to record EVERYTHING!” 

“Fantastic! Could’ve used some help there.”  Echo full of adrenaline.  “Good thing the kid knocked her out.”  Nodding to Love. 

Echo and Tech grabbed Mad and put her back up on the bunk, then resumed replacing her IV catheter. 

Wrecker sat Tiggy on the bunk and offered his good hand to Hunter. 

Hunter shook his head and groaned, cupping his injured manhood, actively bleeding from his shoulder and face. 

Wrecker understood completely. “I’ll get the bacta patches.” 

Down...down...in darkness again.... 

...Mad drifted down landing on her back...A heaviness on her abdomen... 

...nightfall on Dathomir.  The stars shining above, heat of a bonfire, surrounded by Night Sisters. 

They tended to Mad’s every need during labor.  Empathetic, sweet, and powerful women helping to usher a new life into the world. 

Mother Talzin present and chanting over the fire.  Mad’s breaths corresponding with Mother’s chants and the contractions of her uterus.  Night Sisters breathing in unison as well.  Wiping the sweat from her brow and tending to her labor pains. 

It was the least the Sisterhood of Dathomir could do.  Mother Talzin’s son refused to be present for the birth of his own child.  Leaving the planet to live his own separate life as he pleased.  Talzin did her due diligence to be present for her grandbaby’s arrival. 

Mad was sorrowful, as the Nomaadi Community attempted to contact Mad on Dathomir to also attend to baby’s birth. Mad eventually discovered she was purposely being kept isolated from her own family. 

Two ships: the Dread Beldame and the Vardo covertly hovered out of sight in the sky, ready to take Mad and her child away at a moment’s notice.  Mad’s clone sister “SHE” rallied the few Nomaadi warriors who were able to help. 

Mother Talzin was none the wiser of this.   

Several Night Sisters understood and respected Mad’s choice. And, disagreed with Mother Talzin’s methods.  They helped plot secretly to assist with the intervention...some planning to leave with the Nomaadi as well. 

...because Mad knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Mother Talzin was only playing at being accommodating.  Mad could see the omen of celestial bodies in the sky above her.  A baby born under these conditions signaled to Mother Talzin this child would have some sort of significance.  She would keep the baby and NEVER let Mad’s child leave this planet.   

And she would NEVER let Mad leave alive, either. 

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Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 1]

Much more recently written fanfic I started to distract myself from the "mild" trauma of Season 2 finale based on ideas that wouldn't work for "Rough Stuff". This fic is absolutely RIFE with my personal headcanons. Clones deserved so much better, and I will be a giant mess when I get to Pong Krell in TWC as I have since started rewatching it.

Warnings & Information: Intended audience is 13+, 18 if you squint. Hurt+comfort material primarily; there is still a fair amount of angst, fluff, and all the good stuff. Reader has she/her pronouns. We really like italics in this house. Peep this for funsies for why I decide to use Mando'a. By no means comprehensive, in no particular order there will be: Mild injury description + care, blood, vague medical terminology (read as: pretending to understand medical stuff), use of restraints, needles (autoinjectors), near-death(s), nausea and non-descriptive mentions of vomit, Star Wars swearing, drugs (both medical and recreational references), minor adult themes + implications, avoidant behaviors, trickery and light mean teasing in the forms of siblings and crushes. 

Series-inaccurate allusions to Crosshair never leaving Bad Batch post Order 66 execution [because while this is an AU fic, I am also very much an Avoidant Mess™], Batchers never meet Cid, fair chance of misremembering any referenced events from TCW series. Series accurate allusions and references to canon violence (AKA: literal war crimes, weapon injuries, etcetera).  

Word-count: 4,637

She couldn't remember the last time she had a really, really bad day outside of her medical clinic. There was a tip-off that an abandoned medical center on a neighboring mining planet within the system had supplies too tantalizing to ignore. Valuable paraphernalia that was being phased out by this emerging Empire, ripe for the taking. Did the mining company really have to build this settlement on the steepest face of the mountain? No, they probably didn't realize how unstable, unsafe and ultimately unsuitable this location was while they riddled the inside of the mountain with tunnels as they harvested precious ore and minerals. This was a boomtown and it had completed two of the three strikes typical of such: strike it rich, strike it fast, strike it down. The people living and working here had to abandon it in a hurry before they demoed the place. This mining company hadn't done their proper research and now the shells of their temporary structures were all that remained. 

But a scrappy little scavenger had found the medical center was still fairly flush with supplies and let the first medic who was willing to help them with their injuries know about the score. 'It'll be dangerous. If you're going, tell a friend so they know to come looking for you if you don't get back after a certain time. But these items are pre-Empire, they aren't making them like that anymore, so you'll want these. Trust me. I think you'll find them worth the risk of a rock slide or two.' 

It. Was. Not. Not really, anyways.

She was just glad to be home now. Put the day behind her. No more rock slides. No more rusted shells of buildings that made for excellent deathtraps. No more falling halfway down the mountain she climbed up in the descent to her ship in the foothills and losing almost every last med supply she came with after slipping on a patch of loose, fine-grain sand just after navigating the maze of the medical center. She had to hobble down the rest of the mountain with nothing to clean out the open wounds and prayed to everything and anything that she didn't contract something that had leached into the rock as the by-products of mining and refinery. She had to stumble into her ship and send a message to her back-up at home that she was 'hurt pretty kriffing bad' but alive and would be back planet-side after dinner; don't wait up for me, I'm too damn tired to swing by after all. Tell the others I'm sorry.

Her instructors in med school would be having a conniption if they saw the way she had tended her wounds so lazily and would never let her hear the end of it for the juvenile, sloppy attempt to bandage the laceration on her dominant arm, but she was too tired to care. (But if she ever saw that scavenger again, she'd kill them for failing to mention several things. The collapsing roof in the west stock room, for starters.) She'd deal with it all properly in the morning. She just wanted to sleep after sucking down two tubes of nutrient paste and a mixed handful of painkillers and antibiotics to ward away pain and infection.

She picked up her datapad one last time and hissed a deliberate dictation into the mic after tugging the knot to the wrapping one last time for good measure. "I'll deal with that bantha fodder in the morning… Home safe. Going to bed. Goodnight." 

She'd accidentally sent it to the wider group beyond the singular contact when five messages popped up in short succession. 

Glad you're home safe. Sleep well, kid. 

likewise

GOODNIGHT!:)

Yes, goodnight. 

We'll see you in the morning, burc'ya. 

Hopefully she'd feel well-rested with the sunrise. Crawling into her bed, she dropped heavily on her side and clutched a well worn Tooka doll in her favorite colors named after her very first childhood pet to her chest as she drew the covers up over her shoulders. Maker, she was so tired. It wouldn't take long before sleep came for her, feeling the first beckoning pulls on her eyelids after just a few moments. 

Her comms gave a harsh screech, jolting her awake in her bed. Just when she had drifted off… This better be important. An actual karking emergency. Someone who had her personal frequency had better be dying if they were contacting her. "What."

There was a lot of shuffling and keypad beeping on the other end of the comms channel, but no one spoke right away. Just when she was about to either call out a hello? or simply disconnect her comlink, she heard someone speak up. Clone Sergeant Hunter. "Tech is this really necessary to keep the-"

"If we want an accurate oral temperature, yes." 

There was a groan over the channel, then the sharp rustle as the comms got bumped or adjusted in Hunter's hand. "Well the longer I have it in my mouth the closer I feel to gaggin-"

She shot upright in her bunk, slightly grossed out and confused all at once. "What the kriff are you-!?"

The two Clones on the other end of the comlink gave their own startled shouts, realizing they had a disembodied voice suddenly joining their company. "[____]! How-?" 

She was quick to cut Tech off, pulling the comlink closer to her face to amplify her furious tone of voice. "Did one of you seriously call me - in the middle of a medical check - when I'm trying to sleep!" 

"Sorry, [____]." Hunter mumbled shamefully. "Must have switched on my comlink by mistake… Didn't mean to disturb you when I know you've had a hard day." What an understatement, Hunter. The impulsive venom in her mouth was hard to hold back, encouraged by her frustrations and discomforts bubbling over. "Hard day made harder thanks to you." She regretted it in a heartbeat. Thank the Maker the enhanced Clone wasn't in the room with her; he'd probably have been able to hear the way it skipped a beat if he was able to sense the beginnings of seismic activity, smell the way she felt her body begin to shiver in a forming, cold stress-sweat as the shame of her anger washed over her. 

"You're right: let me make it up to you." 

She was told to come over to the Batch's housing. Crosshair opened the blastdoor for her before she even had a chance to knock to avoid waking anyone sleeping if she used the buzzer. "He'll be in the main area."

"What, no "Hello, taking care of yourself like I told you to?" tonight, Cross? Even as a joke, after the day I've been having, to lighten the mood?" 

There was a half-hearted scoff (or maybe that was a soft laugh) from the Clone at this."That's more Wrecker's thing," Cross drawled in a casual voice around a toothpick, sidestepping to let her squeeze inside, "and I'm not really interested in pretending I can't see that you are not taking care of yourself."

"No, of course not Mr. Sharp-eyed, Snarky Sniper. 'Cause I fall down the mountains of abandoned mining settlements for kriffing fun." 

If Cross was phased by the uncharacteristic anger of the medic tonight, he didn't really show it. Just a little twitching pull of his upper lip on one side and half-lidded eyes that betrayed a bit of amusement and disappointment. "Mmp. C'mon, kid. I'll see if I can't find a half-decent ration bar somewhere around here for you." 

"Not hungry, Cr-"

"Don't care." He interrupted in a brusque tone, not giving her the opportunity for excuses. Crosshair was the kinda guy who didn't like excuses, either in giving or getting, and could be quick to shut that kriff down. It was refreshing sometimes, but tonight it was just another mild annoyance of [____]'s day. 

Whatever. She was going to go find Hunter where Cross said he'd be rather than waiting around in the entryway forever. "Skipping meals again, are we burc'ya?" As a medic, she often missed out on a meal or two while she was aiding the galaxy's sick and injured, and the unintentional habit carried over when she wasn't at the clinic. Something that made her friends fret over her like this. "For once I had all three meals. Only thing I swear went right today…" There was a pause as the medic heard a comment from the small kitchen on the left from the common room and she added with a gentle sigh, "aside from not breaking any bones during that nasty fall, too I guess." 

Hunter looked relieved and genuinely proud of her, sincerely surprised she wasn't tired and hungry like many nights in the past. Crosshair just turned on his heel back into the kitchen unit without breaking his stride, after a little shuffling around in the cabinets [____] could hear the sink running. "Well that's… good! Proud of you, kid." 

"...Than-"

Cross set the glass of water he'd filled for her in lieu of the ration bar down on a low table in the common room in the middle of the light conversation she was having with Hunter. "Here. I'll leave you two to it. Goodnight."

"U-um, thanks, Cross. Goodnight…" Cross nodded nonchalantly at her, next turning to his brother, who was quick to avoid his eyes before Crosshair just turned and left the two of them. Leave you two to it, what did he mean by that that had Hunter looking so nervous with a wave of color creeping up his neck from under the collar of a fresh nightshirt? "What's going on, Hunter? Do I need to be worried about something? Something show up on the health check? Do you need some nysillin tea or- s-something?" 

Hunter shook his head, a tender, reassuring (and touched) smile slowly building. You could take the doctor out of the clinic, but you couldn't stop her from thinking about her job. "Nothing's wrong, k'uur... Just thought I was feeling a little under the weather, but I'm perfectly fine. It's nothing more than just making it up to you after waking you. Plus, for once, you won't have to patch your own wounds. Why not have someone take care of you the same way you take care of others?" It was the same thing he'd said to her at the end of their first of many interactions in this seedy little travel-hub. The time she'd undoubtedly saved Crosshair's life after he'd picked up a nasty little parasite while slogging through the swamps of some distant planet. Kashyyyk? It was probably Kashyyyk. 

[____] was in a sour arrangement then with some smugglers with hair-trigger tempers to come and go as they pleased with her small clinic, and these Clones had been kind to remove the problem clientele "with discretion" as a way of paying her back. She'd saved their "stubborn vod". They saved her and now trusted her to treat their injuries no matter the cause, turning up at odd hours for the oddest of injury or malady. Complete faith in her in a hostile galaxy who now wanted… whatever it is they wanted with these Clones. She didn't ask. She didn't want to know. 

She'd heard the stories from those who fled the war encroaching nearly every part of the galaxy. She'd heard of the war crimes, seen the horror and gore and bloodshed step into at least two of the medical centers she once worked in… known of an Order 66 and what became of much, if not all, of the Jedi… She didn't want to know. They often didn't want to tell, beyond giving vague recollections when they were making arrangements for short-term prescriptions for sleeping supplements with the medic when the nightmares were overwhelming. 

Much like scouting the abandoned medical facility in an old mining boomtown for various 'sillin supplies, life seldom goes the way you wish. 

"C'mere, ad'ika. Let's get you patched up." He patted the space beside him on the couch in invitation, pulling a medkit closer with the other hand all while looking at her with the same softness he often reserved for his sister. When [____] first met him, she could have sworn Omega was his daughter. "Unless you're not okay with that." Hunter added, addressing her hesitation he could hear in the rhythm of her pulse, her heart. 

"I'm fine with it… just really tired and brain's kinda closing shop for the night. Sorry." Taking the seat indicated, [____] sunk back into the furniture, sighing. She didn't want to bring up why she was hesitating on him. He carried enough guilt as a participant in the old GAR… Hunter broke the seal on the new packet of medical tools, prepping everything he thought he'd need. "Don't be, ad'ika. Now, have you taken something for the pain already?" 

"Rhetorical question for a medic, don't you think?" The tired, teasing question was met with a single chuckle. He knew she would have, he was just making small talk. "Anything else? Ask me if I'm taking any other kind of stim packs, or maybe I should lie about eating all my recommended fruits and vegetables?" It was a laugh from Hunter this time, deep and hearty and genuine from his chest. 

"Are you?" Picking up a pre-moistened cleaning wipe from the little packet within the medkit, Hunter removed the sloppy wrappings around her dominant arm that [____] had applied before trying to call it a day and properly deal with everything in the morning. Dried smears of red lay underneath the gauze, something that made Hunter's gut drop slightly. Either she had done an uncharacteristically poor job cleaning her injuries, or these were more intensive than believed and they were slow-bleeders that hadn't scabbed over completely. 

"Tck…Can't say I'm any better than most of my patients, if I'm honest." Hunter hummed slightly, gingerly blotting along the length of the mild laceration. It had to have been an unpleasant injury after losing all her emergency supplies and nothing to ease it right away until she stumbled back to her ship. It looked fairly deep to him, but couldn't be certain. "Mmh! That stings." 

"'It's supposed to, little guy. Means it's working.' I swear Cross could have killed you with a look if the parasite wasn't actively killing him over being called a little guy like he was a kid." 

"Ha-ha. Very funny, Tech." [____] half-heartedly mocked Hunter's sharp recollection of their first encounter, trying to stifle a coming yawn. That time felt so long ago now; longer than it actually was. "I was only trying to keep him calm and comfortable. I see a lot of children at my clinic so it's a habit I've de-developed… excuse me, sorry about that. People… don't exactly love doctors." 

Hunter paused mid-blot, giving her a firm look to show her he was serious. Something in Hunter didn't like the way she'd said it, it didn't sit right with him. "Nonsense, cyar'ika. People love doctors; they just don't love going to them. Big difference. Trust me." Trust me like I trust you he wanted to say. He wouldn't. He believed it was mutually understood, no need for explicitly stating so (partly an old habit in thanks to how he communicated with many a vod during the war). "People…" Hunter tried further explaining, leaving out the "like us" he again believed didn't need to be said "...might be embarrassed, or fearful, or worried about going to the medic, but they understand they need to go because the medics will be able to make them better. They don't hate the doctor; they hate the doctor's office…" Hunter paused, digesting his own words with a questioning expression as he set aside the pre-moistened wipe, now soiled. "Now of course I think I just sound like I'm condescendingly explaining your own job to you." 

"Heh. Don't worry about it. Too tired to care," the weary medic offered with a reassuring smile, leaning into the backrest of the couch with a slowing blink-rate. "I'm just more concerned about staying awake, while I'm the patient for once, for you." 

For you. Something about it was unintentionally sweet to Hunter and made something within him flutter for a moment. That was happening a lot lately, every time he thought of her. He kept chalking it up to his enhancements and memories of the Kaminoans testing him and the others that remained of the experimental unit, the sharp sterility of antiseptic that lingered in her clinic and her clothing and her hair that sometimes turned his stomach, or simply a disconnected unfamiliarity with those who were not Clones… though, while perhaps he never felt truly connected with them and the way some called them the 'Sad Batch' (or called Omega a lab scabber) when they thought they could get away with it, they had still been his brothers in arms in the war.

A war they were still running from. One they nearly lost Crosshair to after 'things went screwy on Kaller' as Wrecker put it once. What an understatement… if Hunter hadn't been so insistent with the Shock Troopers down in the brig that the Batch stayed together to the point that they tased Hunter to shut him up instead of extracting Cross, then Crosshair likely would have been siphoned off to some corner of Tipoca City and had the activation of his inhibitor chip nudged along into unpleasant possibilities Hunter had nightmares about in addition to so many things he'd seen… done, during the Clone Wars. It'd been difficult, and he'd hated part of himself for it, but as they made their initial escape from Kamino, he threatened to stun Crosshair if he didn't kriffing shut up about following orders they didn't even understand for five minutes! so hard he wouldn't wake up until they reached the next star system. 

There had been so much bickering. They still bickered even after Captain Rex got in touch with them, somehow, after they left Saleucami visiting the Lawquane family (which had been tricky and Tech worked the loophole that Crosshair could not report Cut for desertion because it had been the GAR when he went AWOL and now it no longer existed, it was the Empire now, right? half to death before Crosshair reluctantly let it be), and they got their chips removed in the rusted out shell of a Venator on Bracca and had been lured into a trap set by Tarkin back on Kamino. Because if Tarkin could not have this SpecOps force, nobody in the galaxy could; he'd aimed to wipe them out and they'd narrowly avoided being swallowed in the eternal seas of the closest thing they had to a homeworld. 

It took a long time for the bickering to stop. They were at their throats for a while still until… Crosshair had gotten really, really sick. 

That's what led to this friendship with a medic who had been willing to help them nearly a year ago. Though lately, it was feeling… different.

"Hey…" [____] broke the building silence while Hunter had been searching for a bacta patch, and Hunter initially worried he'd done something to tip her off to the personal burdens, the memories, he shouldered. "...weird question for ya, if that's okay." 

"How weird?" Hunter tried, careful not to let the hesitancy and budding anxieties show in his voice. There's the karking things. He'd probably need a couple of them to make sure he had it covered so it would heal up nicely, quickly.

"Oh, not very. I just wanna pick your brain a bit." 

Ah. Just curiosity. He affixed the first patch over the first half of the laceration, careful not to prod the bruised flesh with unnecessary pressure. "Alright, pick away." 

"What is… your favorite memory? When you're having a bad day… what's the thing you think about that always cheers you up?"

"Heh… your day was really that bad that you're looking for advice from a soldier, doc?" Hunter teased, applying a second patch over the laceration. He wasn't sure what he could truthfully answer with while he was carefully measuring out a length of sterile gauze to hold the patches in place on her dominant arm, there being too many little, fleeting happy moments rather than significant memories to spin some story from. But he'd try. "I guess for me… it's less what I think of and more of what I do after a bad mission. Clean my gear. Tidy up my rack. Buff out my helmet-" 

The medic smirked, a solitary, quiet laugh interrupting Hunter's train of thought. 

Oh, Maker… he'd forgotten the suggestive context behind the phrase she often heard in the infancy of her profession in the midst of the Clone Wars. He'd heard she'd get the stray Clone on occasion at the large health center she was employed at once on a different planet but didn't know how much truth there was to it. "K'uur: that was not a euphemism." 

That was met with a nervous giggle that made his stomach flutter. "S-sorry; old habits, and a non-professional setting where I can actually laugh." [____] offered meekly, face flushing with color while he wound the wrapping around her forearm. "C-continue, Hunter, please. 'Buff out your helmet' and...?" The unspoken what else on her tongue was permission enough to show she was serious about him continuing. 

"And… check in with the others, I suppose. Make sure that everyone is okay. Spend time with them. Strengthen personal bonds."

A lot like what the two of them were doing now, he supposed. The unintentional check in. Taking care of her injuries while they sat side by side in the common room as the rest of the Batch were sleeping. Except maybe for Tech who often tinkered away on his datapad or the desk he'd squeezed into the room he shared with Wrecker (who wasn't bothered by a roommate with a propensity to dink around with some little gadget or piece of equipment when he was sleeping or resting) at these hours. Or Crosshair, who was often awake and asleep around the same times Hunter was, since they'd have muffled "conversations" through the walls when neither could sleep on occasion. But all was relatively still and quiet in each of his brother's rooms, and the steady rumble of the noise machine in Omega's room meant his sister was asleep. 

Drumming rain and swirling waves. The perpetual ambiance of Kamino. He hoped the little machine replicating the soundscape engrained in her memories wouldn't cause her to dream of the Venator class ships bombing the cloning facilities tonight… 

While Hunter had been lost in his senses, his worries, the medic had been busy mulling over his words. There was a ghost of a smile taking the place of the pained frown she previously bore. "That all sounds… really nice."

The last injury tended to, Hunter set everything aside and gave [____]'s shoulder a tender double-pat, feeling the tense muscles under his hand as he held his hand there after the friendly gesture. "There you go, ad'ika. All patched up." 

"Thanks, appreciate the help Hunter. Could I… trouble you a little further by crashing here for the night? I don't think I'm in a fit state to get back home around now. Far, far too tired." It was definitely not a safe time for a woman to be walking by herself without a blaster, nevermind a tired, injured woman who'd been an invaluable friend to Clone Force 99. He'd never have sent her home to begin with, giving how deeply her chin dipped into her chest with fatigue. "No trouble at all; you're welcome to take my bed, if you want." Hunter offered, giving her shoulder a friendly squeeze. He'd sleep out here in the common room so none of his brothers would get any funny ideas if both he and the medic emerged from the smallest of all the bedrooms in the housing together. 

Why the Sith's hells did he just think that?

[____] winced in mild complaint, laugh laced with pain. "Ow, that's quite a grip there, soldier!" 

"Sorry," he apologized, "didn't realize how hard it'd be. You carry a lot of stress and tension in your shoulders, ad'ika… I can feel how stiff your muscles are. I… have some experience with providing some relief for that, thanks to all the practice I've had with Wrecker and Tech. Tech's posture is a mess-" He rolled the palm of his hand against her shoulder experimentally, gauging the pliability of the tensest muscle, and she leaned into it eagerly with a whimpering 'oh, Maker…!' surprising even herself. Hunter decided he'd stubbornly pretend not to imagine how not-so-innocent the sound was, to keep talking about his brothers and ignore the heat in his lower belly, another flutter of his heart. "Tech spends hours hunched over his datapad, or some little gadget, or spends hours in those rigid crash seats in the Marauder with his muscles wound so tight he's practically locked in place. Wrecker takes such a beating each mission it's just… uh,"

"A w-way of taking care of him afterwards?" She helped him where he faultured. 

"Yeah. That's one part of it. Here, turn so I can get both shoulders." He had her melting under his touch quickly, the practically unhurried worship in this massage he was working into the medic's shoulders, neck, and the dominant arm. The muscles were so stiff and taut under her skin, under his ungloved hands. They were afraid to speak and break the reverence of this moment, the silent work of friend helping friend between each little involuntary sound of great relief or wince of brief pain as each tight, brow-bunching knot slowly surrendered. Her breathing pattern slowed as every minute elapsed between them beyond the gentle moans of relief as Hunter methodically kneaded the muscle free of tension with dexterous fingers. He wouldn't need to dig in so deeply like taking care of Wrecker's messes of well-defined muscle, for which he was grateful, to make any kind of progress, or go so tenderly to start with like he has to for Tech (on occasion) that the goggled Clone sometimes became a little impatient because he wasn't feeling any external relief. He could dip his fingers just a little deeper and just a little shallower, like those perpetual waves of Kamino replicated on Omega's sound machine, as he worked one muscle at a time for the unlikely friend who sat with him on the couch. 

It felt roughly the same to strengthening the bonds of the squad to Hunter, but again there was that fluttering in his heart that suggested this was so very different when he realized that when he moved back to [____]'s neck one last time, at her asking, and planted one of his palms on the opposite side of her face to keep her steadied as he dug little circles around the tight muscles under the base of her skull with his thumb that she took one last deep breath and was soon asleep in half a heart's beat between them. 

Hunter froze as he was, face hot in panic with the reality that he was now entirely supporting, for the moment, a female friend who was upright and asleep in his hands. Not knowing what to do just as the medic became more limp, he effectively locked himself in place when, on reflex, he caught her upper body against his before lowering it into his lap. A move he'd done a hundred times when one of the squad was this close to fainting out in the field.

Oh, you're kidding me… why the kriff did I do that?

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Fireflies: 2,600 Words

. Set after ‘Bounty Lost’

. Omega is traumatised by her experienced and doesn’t want it open up in case she’s a burden.

. Hunter is a worried dad

. Tech, Echo and Wrecker are worried brothers.

. Warnings: This fic is hurt/comfort but there are some warnings before we get to the fluff! Characters will discuss surgery and trauma, and there will be mentions of death, panic attacks and vomiting before we get to the comfort.

. This fic actually does have some music that inspired me to write it! The piece is called ‘Biplane’ from the film The Space Between Us. I would recommend listening from about 1:20 when Hunter tells Omega that he has a surprise for her.

. The AO3 link is in the comments!

Something, Hunter deduced, wasn’t right. Ever since escaping Bane’s custody, Omega had become more sealed off. Where she had always word her heart on her sleeve before, she seemed more reserved in her emotions. She would no longer seek someone out if she needed help, wouldn’t smile with her eyes, and Maker knows how long it had been since the batch had heard her laugh. Some might put it down to emotional maturity, though Hunter knew better. She wasn’t sleeping well at night, her cries startling him awake when he was in the cabin of the ship. Her eyes were devoid of emotion, and to his dismay he had noticed that she had gone off of food recently, only eating what she needed rather than enough to keep her healthy.

It didn’t take a genius to realise that Omega was traumatised by her experience as a hostage; she had divulged a little about what had happened to her and where she had been taken to, but had stopped short of telling him the whole story. Hunter had an inkling that the little girl didn’t want to be burden and that was why she was more withdrawn. A child who had never left Kamino, who took every new experience in with nothing but awe and wonder on her face. What he wouldn’t give to see that look on her face, the same look when she had discovered dirt for the first time. To this day, she was the only person he had met who would call dirt ‘amazing.’

His concern only continued, distracting him as they team worked on missions sent to them by Cid. Luckily the Trandoshan had been kind enough not to send them anything too strenuous whilst he was still recovering, but there had been a couple of times where had someone not snapped him back into focus, their mission might have gone South. It felt hopeless, he mused to himself. No matter how hard he tried, Omega would not open up; he was worried that the little girl was going to waste away in front of them if she didn’t get the help she needed soon.

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They had landed to patch up the ship following some damage it had sustained on a recent trip. Tech was less than pleased as he tended to the hull of the Marauder, muttering curse words he thought Omega couldn’t hear. The child in question was sat nearby, curled up next to Gonky with a data pad in her hands; Hunter had insisted that she get some fresh air and take in some of the sun’s rays whilst she could. Something to do with it being good for her, and she had agreed to go. Clearly he hadn’t wanted her to be around, and the last thing she wanted was to be a burden.

‘I can hear you,’ she eventually mumbled just loud enough for Tech to hear. Immediately the cursing stopped, and a face appeared in her peripheral vision. ‘Ah,’ her brother responded. He looked a little embarrassed, his ears having turned a bright red. ‘I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell Hunter that you heard all of that,’ he continued with an almost bashful smile. Normally the little girl would have giggled at his antics, but today she simply shrugged her shoulders and nodded before going back to whatever she had been doing before.

Tech sighed, making a mental note of her behaviours. Clearly time and distance hadn’t been enough for her to heal from her recent trauma; placing the spanner he held down on top of Gonky, he moved to sit next to the little girl. She didn’t pay him much mind, but he noticed the way her shoulders tensed at his presence. Thinking back to a conversation he and his brothers had had recently about Omega, he tried to summon the right thing to say.

‘You know,’ he started slowly, noting how Omega’s face twitched slightly. She was listening. ‘I was only four when I lost my sight.’ The girl turned to look at him; she had always been told never to discuss Tech’s goggles with him. ‘He finds the memories difficult to process,’ Echo had told her one evening when she had been sat in the cockpit with him. If Tech found these memories so difficult to process… why was he sharing them with her now?

There was a slight tremor to her brother’s voice as he continued. ‘Nala Se decided that it was high time my sight was modified, like Crosshair’s.’ Omega nodded; she knew that Crosshair’s sight was enhanced. She had read all of their files about their abilities on Kamino. ‘The enhancement would make it easier for me to take in information on a screen or on paper, so it was decided. My eyes were to be operated on.’

‘The surgery went wrong… a needle slipped out of place and punctured my optic nerve. They didn’t know if I was going to go blind or not and for some time it seemed as though I would be… decommissioned.’ The word hung heavily in the air. Omega wasn’t stupid and she had spent enough time around scientists to know what the word decommissioned meant to a clone. She shuddered at the thought and looked at her brother. Tech was looking straight ahead, a stony expression on his face. He persevered with his story, telling her how Hunter and the others had fought for him, protecting him when he was teased by other clones for his brand new goggles, helping him to fix the straps on them so that they didn’t dig into his scalp. They had also helped him work on various helmet prototypes when the time came that they were sent out into the field.

‘What I’m trying to tell you, Omega,’ he concluded when his story was told. ‘Is that whilst these memories live with me and still haunt me to this day, time has healed them.’ Omega nodded, realising now why Tech had started this story in the first place. ‘Leaning on my brothers for support also helped a great deal, even when it felt as though I was becoming a burden.’ He cleared his throat. ‘You are never going to be a burden to us, Omega. I promise.’

It was as though he’d said some sort of magic words; the tears sprang to Omega’s eyes and began to leak down her cheeks. All she had wanted was for things to be normal again, and for her and her brothers to be happy and safe. She didn’t want to be chased by bounty hunters and the Empire, and to constantly be looking over her shoulder. ‘I… I…’ she trailed off, not being able to find words as her throat tightened, sobs threatening to break out. She hadn’t realised she was scratching her wrists where the restraints had been until a shadow appeared and pair of gentle hands reached out to stop her. Looking up she saw Hunter, his face full of concern as he stopped her from possibly hurting herself.

Before anyone could process what she was doing, she launched herself at the older clone, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him as though her life depended on it. ‘I’m sorry!’ she cried, her tears soaking into Hunter’s blacks. ‘I didn’t mean to worry you, I just didn’t want to be a burden, especially after you got shot because of me…’ She could feel herself spiralling and fought to control her breathing as she wept.

‘But every time I close my eyes, all I can see are the bodies in those tubes, and when the tube broke, the smell-‘ She broke off, breaking away from Hunter’s grasp as she retched. This had happened weeks ago, but she could still smell the abandoned experiment as it fell out of its tube an onto Fennec Shand.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there for, hunched over in the grass as Hunter rubbed soothing circles on her back and whispered soft reassurances. Luckily (or unluckily) she hadn’t eaten that morning so she wasn’t sick, but that didn’t stop her from dry heaving as tears streamed down her cheeks. At one point, Tech had retreated back inside to get her some water, not wanting to intrude and make her feel as though she was being crowded.

When she eventually calmed down enough to sit up, she did so and immediately slumped into Hunter’s embrace. ‘Sorry,’ she croaked out, her voice hoarse and her throat dry. A canteen of water was pressed into her shaky hands and she took a couple of sips as she tried to ground herself a little better.

‘You have nothing to be sorry for, Omega,’ Hunter soothed as she rested against his chest. ‘You think we haven’t all been where you are right now? We just wanted to make sure that you felt safe enough to talk to us when you need us.’ The little girl’s ears flushed red as she nodded, a little embarrassed; in her attempt to be less of a burden, she had only worried her brothers more. ‘I’m so tired,’ she mumbled, turning her face towards her brother, pressing it into his blacks as though she wanted to block out the rest of the world. Hunter gently stroked her hair, only making her feel even more tired.

‘You can sleep, ad’ika,’ he whispered. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’

For now that seemed to be all of the reassurance Omega needed as she let the exhaustion take over her and slipped into a mercifully dreamless sleep.

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Upon waking up, Omega found herself in Hunter’s bunk with Lula and her Trooper doll tucked under her arm. The cabin of the ship was dark except for the light of a data pad coming from the bunk opposite. As she slowly sat up, ignoring her pounding head, she squinted to the other side of the cabin, only to see Hunter sat on Tech’s bunk. He startled at her movement and looked over to her, a small smile spreading across his features.

‘How long was I asleep for?’ she asked as she yawned and stretched. Lula tumbled off of the bunk and she pouted as she leant over the side to rescue the soft toy, smiling when Hunter beat her to it. ‘About six hours,’ he replied as he perched on the bed next to her. ‘We didn’t want to ruin your sleep tonight, but Tech reckoned that you haven’t been sleeping properly for a while… we decided to leave you to it.’

Omega nodded, shuffling in the bunk so that she was sat closer to him and leaned against his shoulder. ‘Thank you for earlier,’ she said, almost a whisper. ‘You really helped me to calm down.’

Hunter nodded and wrapped his arm around the girl. ‘Any time, ad’ika,’ he smiled down at her and for a moment they sat in a content silence. Omega might have even dozed off again had it not been for Hunter’s eyes widening suddenly as he remembered something.

‘I forgot!’ he declared, turning to face the little girl. She looked up at him in confusion, still blinking the sleep out of her eyes. ‘What?’ she asked, a shred of worry filling her chest. ‘What is it?’ She didn’t receive a response as Hunter stood and lifted her off of the bunk.

‘We found something… well Wrecker found it. We want you to see, but it’s a surprise.’ He encouraged her to close her eyes as she wobbled out of the cabin and down the ramp of the ship, holding his hands to keep her steady and going in the right direction.

After what felt like hours (though it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes really) they came to a stop. Omega could distantly hear Echo and Tech bickering over something, but paid them no mind. She was fidgeting now, impatiently waiting to be told that she could open her eyes. ‘Where are we?’ she asked no one in particular, knowing that her brothers were all there. ‘Can I open my eyes now?’

There was a slight pause as Hunter released her hands and took a step back before Wrecker spoke. ‘Open them up, kid.’

Omega’s mouth fell open at the sight in front of her. It was dark, incredibly dark, and they were stood in a clearing in a forest, but that’s not what caught her attention. Floating in the sky where tiny lights, almost like stars as they swirled around her and her brothers. She took a small step forward, reaching out to see if she could touch the tiny lights only to find that she could. One tiny bug landed on her hand and she squinted at it before it flew off again, joining the other bugs in the night.

‘It’s… beautiful,’ she breathed as she looked around her in awe. ‘They’re beautiful. What are they?’ She skipped forward a couple of steps, giggling slightly as the light bugs parted for her.

‘They’re called fireflies,’ Tech called out softly and she glanced over at him, flushing slightly as she noticed the recording device in his hands. She turned to Hunter, a smile on her face that made his heart melt. This was the smile he had wanted to see, the look of absolute wonder as she discovered something new. ‘I think this has to be the second most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,’ she gushed as she spun around, watching and marvelling at how the lights moved.

‘The second most?’ Echo asked, leaning against a tree and watching the scene unfold with a look of fondness. The little girl nodded, the most genuine smile that any of them had seen on her face in a while.

‘The first is the stars that first time you guys took me into space.’

Hunter wasn’t known for being emotional, but he found himself blinking rapidly as he watched Omega. The child had been so unhappy for weeks, constantly hiding away, afraid that she would be a burden to her brothers if she opened up to them. Here she was, smiling and laughing almost as she had been when they first left Kamino all that time ago; there was no hiding from her trauma, they knew that as well as anyone, but for now it seemed as though she was starting to heal. With any luck, the support that her brothers could provide would only help her work through what had happened. They sure as hell knew that they would do anything to help their little sister.

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Later that night, Echo was just getting ready to wake Hunter; it was his turn to go on watch. He crept into the cabin of the ship, careful not to wake anyone up as he went (though Tech was passed out from sheer exhaustion, and Wrecker could sleep through anything). As he reached Hunter’s bunk, he stopped short of shaking him awake.

The sergeant was laying on his side in his bunk, facing the wall and sound asleep, but that wasn’t what startled Echo. What caught his eye was the small mop of blonde hair that was poking out from underneath Hunter’s blanket. Curled into Hunter’s embrace as she slept was Omega, her face tear stained but peaceful. She’d clearly had a nightmare, Echo mused to himself as he backed into the cockpit once more. He supposed he could stay awake for a few more hours if it meant that his little sister got the night’s sleep she deserved. Hunter could just owe him one later.

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Chapter 3 -

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Summary: AU/Canon Divergent - Set after the rescue of Crosshair, Omega, and Tech from Mount Tantis. The Batch settles down on Pabu and are, for the moment, able to hide from the Empire. Crosshair, with much grumbling, is convinced to see one of the local doctors to monitor his recovery. Unfortunately for Crosshair, Dr. Isabella Ramót is a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air - and totally capable of handling his harsh, rough demeanor.

Trigger Warnings - Mention/Allusion to grief and loss. SFW, but mature themes explored. Minors DNI.

Chapter 3:

Hunter observes the scene from afar, his heightened senses zeroing in as his brother’s erratic heart rate slowly begins to calm and regulate alongside Izzy’s steady presence. Well that’s new, he thinks.

“She’s really something special, isn’t she?” Desi, Izzy’s friend, someone Hunter was only tentatively acquainted with, stood a few steps away observing the scene as well.

Hunter chuckles, “My brother is remarkably stubborn. He doesn’t open up easily-” He pauses, reconsidering his words, then sighs, “Izzy seems to have a way with him that I haven’t seen before. Think she’ll teach me?”

“I’m afraid that’s just a part of who she is. Not sure it’s a teachable skill.” Desi laughs, glancing affectionately across the grassy area to where her friend was still sitting.

“You’ve known her for a long time then?”

“Five or six years now. We’ve been together through a lot… After the Empire–” “Well, I’ll just say she’s no stranger to pain and loss.”

“I imagine there aren’t many of us who are anymore.”

A few moments later, Izzy motions for Hunter to assist her getting Crosshair home. It takes some time, in part because of Crosshair’s weakened state and in part because of the surprising height difference between the two of them. Once they arrived at Crosshair’s lodging, a one room flat, with minimal furnishings and a small ‘fresher, they help Crosshair to a plush, if well-used, chair. He tries to hide his wince as he lowers himself down into the seat. Hunter quietly chastises his brother for scaring the kriff out of him and assures him that he’ll assign a watch cycle if he does anything like this again. Crosshair’s only response is to scowl and roll his eyes. Hunter eventually sighs, checking the time on the chrono and saying his goodbyes. He nods his thanks to Izzy before exiting with promises to check in tomorrow.

Crosshair leans back into the chair, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. The sounds of rummaging in his tiny kitchenette draw his attention and he opens his eyes slightly, “What are you doing?”

Bells continues to rummage through his sparse cabinets and refrigeration unit, “Finding something remotely edible, hopefully.”

He was feeling particularly vulnerable after the cliff. She had seen him at his weakest moment, she had sat with him and waited for him to come back, out of the darkness. He could not understand how she seemed so capable of drawing him out of the darkness of his own mind. It irked and irritated, but it also soothed. She burned like a sun - all soothing warmth and burning heat. He was a thunderstorm, rain and wind charged with electricity. “You’ve done enough. Get out.” His voice is gruff and tired, having lost some of its usual bite. 

“Tsk- Not a chance.” She smiles, that dangerous brightness, as she places her findings onto the small counter space.  “I’m not leaving until you’ve had something acceptable to eat and had enough liquid for your body to process the hydration tablets.” She holds up a small foil packet, gesturing with it as she speaks.

“I’m not a child. I can take care of myself–”

“And on a normal day that would be true. But today, I’m providing you with free room service. Complaints will be noted and promptly ignored.”

“Ugh–You’re worse than Wrecker…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t,” His voice is deadpan.

Bells responds in kind, a small amused smirk on her lips, “I know.”

She makes a simple meal, a brothy soup with some vegetables and a mild meat and brings him some. He glares at her, but the smell makes his stomach rumble and he cannot deny his hunger any longer. “What? You just going watch me eat?” “No,” she looks away, eyes darting here and there around the room before staring down at the floor. “I didn’t figure you’d appreciate it if I wandered around, snooping.”

“Hmph…” He tries to ignore her presence, tries to ignore the warmth she seemed to radiate. He says flatly, “How nice.”

After a time of mostly comfortable silence, Crosshair finishes his meal and an acceptable amount of liquid. Isabella fishes a few items from her pack and quickly checks his vitals. “The next time you get like that…call me, call someone. Just– you don’t have to be alone with it.”

“You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean, Bells.”

“Tsk- You know I do mean it.”

“Stupid.” He snaps.  “You don’t know- You don’t understand. You can’t understand.” He tried to cover the pain behind his words with more anger. Anger was simpler, more familiar. “It’s better that I’m alone.”

“You’re right.” Her brows furrow and she shakes her head, “I don’t understand…I don’t fully know what you’ve been through, and I’m not going to ask you– I don’t need to know, and it doesn’t really matter. All I know is that what happened to you was wrong and I want to be here to help you throw up your middle fingers at the Empire– by living.”

He bristles at her words, they were accurate and he didn’t appreciate how easily she seemed to read him, “I’m not your project, Bells.” 

“I know. But you are my patient. And I'm still holding out hope that one day we'll be friends.” After a moment, she hands him the packet of hydration tables which he accepts, rolling his eyes.

He scoffs dismissively, “Don’t hold your breath. Or do.” 

Her eyes scan the room, landing briefly on an object in the far corner, her brain sparks an idea that could potentially solve two problems- increasing Crosshair’s motivation to improve and keeping him from isolating himself completely. Despite the short time she’s known him, she finds that she knows he’s worth the risk. She glances sidelong at Crosshair, “How about we change up your exercises a bit?”

“...What did you have in mind?” He drew out the syllables, squinting at her with that suspicious glare.

She crosses the room to stand beside the footlocker that had been nestled into the corner gathering dust. She flashes her bright smile and gestures towards it and arches an eyebrow, “Teach me.”

Crosshair's face goes blank, anger flashing in his eyes, "No."

His anger revealed his hand, exposing the queen - Check. Isabella is patient, almost to a fault, but perhaps it is not time for waiting… perhaps now is the time for a push. She simply crosses her arms and lifts her chin up, she locks eyes with him daring him to deny her.

“You’re not laying a finger on my rifle!” He snarls, leveraging himself out of the chair, despite his lingering weakness and exhaustion. His legs shake, but he ignores them and steps menacingly towards her. There is a battle within him, two sides opposing, pushing against each other but neither gaining ground. His fingers itch to hold his rifle again, to feel the confidence and strength, to feel whole again. But there is a gnawing coldness that eats away at him, that he can’t, that he’s no longer capable, no longer worthy. 

Bell’s voice breaks through the storm in his mind, a sunshower in a hurricane, “Think about it, Crosshair-- It will be a way to ease you back into it. You’ll get to work up that muscle memory, and as long as you stay on top of your physical therapy, you’ll be back in the shooting range before you know it!” She crosses her arms, an insufferably confident smirk plastered on her face, “And I‘ll have been taught by the best.”

He snorts, feeling his broken pride like a pool of acid in his gut. He grinds the word with his teeth, “No.”

Not one to be easily deterred, and certain of her path to help her patient, she continues, “I’m not unfamiliar with blasters. I know how to handle a standard rifle, but sniper rifles are more specialized and much less accessible–” 

“I said No.” He leans forward into her space, glaring down at her and once again struck by her seemingly endless cheer, “You’re not a soldier. You don’t need to learn.” Adding a little more emphasis attempting finality, “No.”

Instead of backing away, She takes a step forward angling her chin upward, eyes softening slightly, “You need something familiar. Something that is a comfort to you– and your skill with a rifle is as close to an identity as you’ve had until now.”

Her gentle glance sears into him and he takes a step backward, he’s losing ground. He shakes his head,  “A rifle is not a toy– it’s not a hobby–”

Her voice is lower, taking on a heavier tone, “I know.” Bells’s face flashes with guilt, anger, and fear, then finally fierce determination. “You’ve seen what’s out there. And so have I. I know what happens to places like Pabu– to people like me when the Empire finds them. If they come here, I won’t go down without a fight.”

He watches the emotions playing across her face. Guilt and anger, now those are emotions he knows what to do with. They are as familiar to him as close friends and he feels a tugging pull in his chest, a connection. Before his mind has caught up to him, he's already spoken, a low growled “Fine–”

“Really!?” She’s staring at him with a bright expression- victory.

He panics, once again thrown off balance by his own acquiescence to her. He scrambles for a way out, "I'll do it on one condition."

She rolls her eyes and snarks playfully, "Of course– Can’t make things easy, it might kill you."

"Stop interrupting-” He watches as she mimes locking her lips and lets out an exasperated sigh, “You have to convince me you can handle a blaster. I'm not going to waste my time if you don't know the first thing about them. If you're good enough- I'll teach you."

"Ah, but how do I know you won't just say I'm trash, so you don't have to keep your end of the bargain?" 

Crosshair smiled again, it was his turn to push forward, taking ground, “Afraid you're not good enough?" He clicks his tongue, "If you're not up to the challenge–"

"Fine. It's a deal."

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