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starrylothcat · 3 months

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Dawn of Us

Pairing: Crosshair x Gen!Reader

Summary: Crosshair feels bad about being cold to you and struggles with his ~feelings.

WC: 2100

Warnings: None. Kissing, fluff, some angst (c’mon, it’s Crosshair). Mentions of nightmares. Happy ending. TBB AU in which Crosshair is rescued and with his brothers.

A/N: This is based off of an ask from @banthasworld ! This took an incredibly embarassing amount of time, I am so sorry. It is based on the sunshine x grumpy trope, with Crosshair being…well Crosshair. Reader is always nice to him, and he struggles with that of course. Reader isn’t super described, since this is more from Crosshair’s point of view. But he sees reader as a ray of light, his sunshine, so it kind of works? ANYWAY, I hope you like!

Crosshair furiously chewed his toothpick, watching with feigned disgust as your shoulders shook with mirth, laughing as you placed a delicate ring of flowers atop Wrecker’s head.

Omega let out a giggle, handing Echo a crown of flowers of his own.

Tech was already adorned with one, and Hunter was adjusting his flowers around his bandana.

Everyone had a smile on their face, and Crosshair couldn’t help but retreat to the back of The Marauder to clean his rifle, hoping it would distract him from the merriment happening in the cockpit.

Earlier that day, Tech guided the ship down on a grassy planet for re-supply. They had agreed to pick up a shipment for Shep to bring back to Pabu.

While you were waiting, you and Omega found a lovely patch of flowers not too far from the ship, the fields blooming with color.

You were reminded of your childhood, sitting in meadows and making flower crowns with your friends. You showed a wide-eyed Omega how to make one for herself, which in turn inspired her to make one for all of her brothers.

Crosshair had been back with his brothers for some time now, and while he had mostly gained their trust back and things were somewhat back to normal, he couldn’t help but still keep himself at arm's length.

Crosshair looked up from his rifle once more, connecting his narrow-eyed gaze with your bright eyes.

He felt his stomach flip, something that he noticed was happening more often, something that he was desperately trying to ignore.

You were there when they rescued Crosshair from the Empire’s grasp. You had been kind to him from the start, even knowing everything that he had done, at least whatever his brothers told you about him.

You were laughing now, Wrecker telling a story of a mission Crosshair didn’t remember. It must have been a mission they went on while he was gone.

Crosshair scowled, retreating even further into himself as he flung what was left of his toothpick to the ground.

He glowered at his Firepuncher, waiting to be distracted from the sound of your voice, the beautiful glimmer in your eyes, the sneaking thought of wishing he could make you laugh as joyously as Wrecker…

He snapped out of his thoughts when your shadow changed the lighting around him, realizing you were standing right in front of him.

“Here.” You smiled, holding out a flower crown to him. “This one’s for you.”

Crosshair frowned, not making a move to take it, looking back at his rifle. He couldn’t bear to make eye contact with you. His heart thudded, hoping you’d just walk away.

“Tell the kid thanks, but no thanks.” He muttered.

“Omega didn’t make this for you.” You paused for a moment.

“I did.”

Crosshair’s eyes snapped to yours. You made it for him?

You hesitantly placed the ring of flowers down next to him.

“You don’t have to be back here by yourself, you know.” Your voice was soft, a kindly cadence that Crosshair couldn’t get out of his head at night, no matter how much he tossed and turned.

Crosshair bit down on a fresh toothpick, glancing at the intricately made ring of flowers next to his thigh.

“Who says I want company?”

He knew he was being an asshole, but it was the only way to get you away from him.

Every second you were close to him, every time you glanced his way, brought him a cup of caf, or asked him how he was doing, it was making it harder and harder for him to not take your face in his hands and kiss you.

He wanted to hear your warm words in his ear, feel your lips on his, finally let his guard down for once, and bathe in your light that outshone his darkness.

He couldn’t, though. Why would you want him?

The severe and unyielding traitor who broke his family’s trust? Something he was still gaining back, and may never truly get back.

He was broken. You deserve someone better.

These were the intrusive thoughts that kept him away from you, the nagging voice in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t keep quiet, no matter how hard he tried.

“I can sit with you if you want.” You asked, still standing in front of him, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

Ask them to sit with you, you idiot.

Crosshair huffed. “I want to be left alone.”

Why am I like this?

You bit your lip, nodding and turning away from him, respecting his space.

Crosshair’s eyes didn’t miss a thing, watching as your shoulders slumped in such a subtle way that you may have done it subconsciously.

You looked over your shoulder at him, your lips parting like you wanted to say something, but continued to walk to the front of the ship, where his brothers and Omega had started some sort of card game.

Crosshair furrowed his brows, trying to focus on cleaning his rifle again.

This was normalcy he thought he’d never have, and it was right in front of him, waiting for him.

And yet he was still choosing to be alone.

Guilt, something he had never really felt before he came back to his brothers, sat like a stone in his stomach. He felt bad for being cold to you. You didn’t deserve this.

He watched as you sat, overseeing the card game, a smile back on your face. You glanced at him quickly, before being dealt in.

✼　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　✼ ✼　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　✼ ✼　

The Marauder was quiet, except for Wrecker’s soft snores reverberating on the durasteel walls.

Crosshair lay in his bunk, gently turning the crown of flowers in his hands, holding it above him.

It was made with extreme care, his fingers grazing against the delicate petals, observing how thoughtfully you crafted it, the vines and stems intertwining with one another without being broken.

Could that be him? Could he be entwined with something beautiful without breaking it?

Crosshair laid the flowers on his chest, slinging one arm over his eyes. He replayed earlier in the evening in his head, except this time, he invited you to sit with him.

You watch as he demonstrates how to take apart his rifle, explaining each part, and showing you how to put it back together. He imagined your face close to his, paying close attention, feeling your breath on the side of his face. Laughing at something he says, a cheery smile just because you’re near him…

A tidal wave of unfamiliar warmth engulfed him, a peculiar fuzziness spreading in his chest.

Crosshair held on to that feeling, this time not trying to push it away, letting it spread and take hold of his heart. The sensation was strange, but comforting. He fell asleep with the ghost of your lips on his, your soft hands embracing him.

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Crosshair awoke early the next morning, something he still did out of habit. He was a light sleeper, and ever since he decided to leave his brothers, his sleep was interrupted by nightmares from his choices, and what was done to him while he was captured.

This morning, though, he realized the usual terrors that plague his mind did not make a visit. Instead, his dreams were filled with you, with flowers, with feelings he could only describe as…peace?

Crosshair sat up, realizing he was still holding the crown of flowers from last night. His head was spinning with emotion, with the realization of how much you meant to him, how much he needed you.

Crosshair didn’t expect anything in return from you, especially after how he’s treated you. But at the very least, you deserved an apology and a thank you for the gift.

Everyone was still asleep, except for you. Your bunk was empty, made up neatly. You were an early riser too, Crosshair often catching you staring at the sunrise on Pabu down at the beach by yourself. He never joined you, assuming you wanted your space.

Crosshair knew you’d be right outside the ship, waiting for the sun to cast its glow over you.

Crosshair silently slipped out of the ship, the ramp cracked just enough for him to slip through without waking anyone else.

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting soft pink and orange glows over the dewy fields, the flowers still closed up for the night, waiting to wake with the rays of the sun.

Crosshair saw you sitting alone in a small clearing, staring toward the horizon.

Crosshair didn’t realize he was holding his breath as he approached you, his heart pounding in his chest.

He cleared his throat, not wanting to scare you.

You turned immediately, your eyes lighting up the second you realized it was him.

“Crosshair! I hope I didn’t wake you?”

Crosshair shook his head. “No, I was already awake.”

He stood awkwardly, not knowing if he should ask to sit with you or not. He wanted to give you the chance to tell him to buzz off, like he told you the night before.

“Would you like to join me?” You asked, your voice quiet, a hopeful spark in your eye.

Crosshair didn’t say anything, taking a seat next to you in the damp grass. The horizon was beginning to turn a kaleidoscope of color as the sun began peeking above the grass on the horizon.

There were a few moments of silence, and then you spoke.

“I’m sorry.” You said, your voice almost inaudible.

Crosshair’s head snapped toward you.

Why the hell were you apologizing to him? He was supposed to be apologizing to you!

“For what?” Crosshair’s brows were knit, wondering what the kriff you were trying to apologize for.

You fiddled with some of the grass under your fingers.

“I know I can be too much sometimes, when I know you just want to be left alone…” your voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been too pushy, especially last night. I realize I’m making you uncomfortable. I will back off.”

Crosshair’s heart sank to his feet. This is not how this was supposed to go. He felt even guiltier than before. You and your big heart, assuming it was all your fault.

Crosshair shook his head. “You’re wrong.”

You looked at him, confused.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Crosshair took a breath. “You don’t deserve how I’ve treated you. I…appreciate everything you do for me. I’m sorry I don’t return it. I have no excuse.”

Crosshair felt something on his hand. It was yours, barely touching his. Rays of sunlight were reflecting in the dew of the grass, spreading across the plains. Petals stirred, beginning to open toward the light.

“Crosshair…” You whispered his name, your fingers threading together. “I care about you, a lot.”

“I know.” Crosshair’s voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I’m not a good man, you shouldn’t…

Here I go again, pushing them away.

Crosshair wanted to yell, to take you up in his arms, say how much he cares, how much he wants you, how much he needs you…

You must have seen the battle in his eyes, and your lips were on his cheek before he could continue.

Crosshair froze at first, his body going into overdrive of a million different emotions.

You’re kissing him? You’re touching him? Was this a dream, one that he has secretly wanted for so long?

Your lips were softer than any fantasy as they pressed softly, pulling away as quick as they were on him.

Crosshair’s body erupted in sensations he’d never experienced, goosebumps spreading throughout his body as you kissed him. As fast as it happened, you pulled away.

You quickly took your hand out of his, seeing as he wasn’t responding to your bold move.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Quit apologizing.” Crosshair muttered before capturing your lips with his in a needy kiss, wrapping one arm around you to bring you close, cradling your head with the other.

Crosshair never, ever wanted to let go of this moment. Feeling your body relax against his, your own arms wrapping around him. He held onto you for dear life, wanting to say so much more, to keep apologizing, to warn you that his darkness may never be cured. Your lips didn’t stop moving together, expressing everything that words could not.

Finally, you both pulled away for a much needed breath, the sun’s rays now fully shining down on you.

“The flowers…” Crosshair uttered against your lips. “Thank you.”

You smiled, tucking your head against his chest as he held you. Momentarily, Crosshair forgot everything as you embraced. It was just you and him, and the hope of the new day, both of you bathed in its light.

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to let himself be cared for. Maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.

As long as he had you, he knew it would be.

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photogirl894 · 1 month

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Hi Morgan!

I don’t know if you’re taking more than one request per requestee for your 1000 follower celebration, so if you are, you can disregard one of mine, I just thought I’d submit another because I love your writing! I thought of this story: Hunter/reader, what if reader gets amnesia from something that happened to her so she doesn’t remember Hunter. It can be a relearning to fall in love and or/big memory reveal like they’re in the rain or something and that sparks her memory. Could do the forehead touch from your prompt list?

Thanks again for all your stories and sharing your talents <3

You know I love getting any requests from you, my dear 🥰 Especially if it involves our beloved Sergeant, as well 😍

"Muscle Memory"

1. Forehead touches

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

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Everything about your world was a haze right now.

You could only remember up to a certain point in time: waking up on a ship with a group of men you didn't recognize. Anything before that...was just darkness in your mind. You didn't know why you couldn't remember anything else at all. One of the men on the ship, who wore goggles and was called Tech, informed you that you had taken a bad fall, suffered a blow to the head, had been unconscious for a few days and now, seemed to be suffering a case of amnesia. You weren't sure what scared you more: the fact that you had amnesia or that you were doing something dangerous enough to make you fall and get a bad blow to the head.

The men tried explaining things in a way that would tell you who you were before without overwhelming you. They were a squad of Clones fighting in a war and you were also a trained soldier who had joined up with them. On their latest mission, an unexpected explosion had happened and had sent you flying over a steep hill, which was where things had gone wrong.

Wow...you were a soldier? Fighting in a war? That was definitely not what you were expecting to hear. They made you sound pretty badass. Even though you couldn't remember any of that, you were determined to get your memories back somehow and the Clones were willing to help in any way they could.

The others' names were Wrecker, Crosshair, Echo and Hunter. Though, of all of them, Hunter seemed to be avoiding you the most and you weren't sure why for a while. He seemed sad and closed off whenever he even looked at you. You would try to talk to him and his responses would be brief before turning away or walking away. Later on, you were told by Echo that you and Hunter had actually been an item before your accident and that it was hard for him at the moment being around you when you didn't remember any of that. You couldn't help but feel an ache in your heart for him. He was handsome, for sure. You wished you could give him back what he'd lost, but it didn't feel right when you couldn't recall anything about him.

Maybe one day.

A couple weeks passed and only tiny details would return to your mind every so often, but nothing really substantial. The Clones had suggested, once you seemed okay enough, to maybe try your hand at your combat skills to see if maybe that would awaken anything in you. You tried shooting a blaster and, even though you managed to land a couple shots, it didn't seem to work. However, Wrecker suggested sparring with Hunter. Apparently, you were better at hand-to-hand combat before and Hunter was the one who had taught you. You blushed immensely at the thought of trying to fight him and Hunter looked pretty uncomfortable, too. Though, the rest of the Clones pushed for it, too, and eventually, you both relented. With that, the two of you went outside, thinking the sparring might not last very long as the sky was getting dark with rain clouds.

"I'll uh...I'll try and go easy on you in case you don't remember how to fight," Hunter said to you timidly.

"I appreciate that," you replied, bringing your hands up to a defensive position. Hopefully, this wouldn't end too badly.

After taking a moment to psych himself up, Hunter stepped forward and went to throw a punch. For a split second, you panicked, but then your arm moved of its own accord and blocked Hunter's oncoming attack. You both stopped and looked at each other in astonishment.

"How did I...?" you asked aloud.

"Looks like your muscle memory might be kicking in," Hunter observed. "That's something."

That got you almost excited in the moment. "Come at me again," you told him.

Hunter gave a nod and went for a couple more punches and your body kept reacting before your mind could process things and you blocked both hits. A smile slowly crept up on your face. Your memories might not be coming back, but this was still progress. Your body hadn't forgotten the training instilled in you. You decided to take a chance and went for a hit at Hunter, going to fight back. He blocked and parried your hits and things began to heat up between you as your sparring increased. Punches and kicks were being thrown about at each other and parried with ease on both sides.

At one point, you could see a pleased grin on Hunter's face and strangely, it brought butterflies to your stomach...which felt both foreign and familiar at the same time. That small distraction was enough to give Hunter the upper hand and, getting too caught up in the moment, he swept his leg into yours, knocking you onto your back and suddenly, he was above you, pinning your wrists to the ground. His face was only inches away from yours, the two of you breathing heavily and fanning each other's faces with your hot breath. Along with that, you could feel a sprinkling of rain drops starting to fall on your skin from above. His brown eyes looked down upon you with an intensity that made your heart race...and the feeling of him above you, his face so close to you...this was something you thought you had experienced before...

There was a bang in your head and you let out a pained cry.

Hunter had pinned you down to the ground in your first sparring match and you groaned in frustration at him beating you. You had felt so confident that you'd best him. He had your wrists pinned down and he was only inches away from your face, his eyes gazing into your very soul.

"Maybe next time, sweetheart," he taunted you, his nose brushing yours.

Determined to not let this be the end, you decided to play along and said, "All right, fine. You win."

When you felt his grip on your hands loosen, you pulled them free and pushed back on him, flipping him over onto his back and you moved to straddle him, a cocky grin on your face. His eyes were wide in shock for a moment, but then his lips curled up in a smirk at seeing you on top of him like this. The flirtatious look in his eyes made your breath catch and finally, after keeping your feelings to yourself for a long time, you couldn't wait any longer. You bent over, took his face in your hands and kissed him firmly for the first time. After a brief, stunned moment, you felt him kiss you back and his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight like he'd never let you go.

Suddenly, your mind was flooded intensely with a wave of various memories in almost an instant.

Meeting the Bad Batch for the first time. Your first mission with them. The first time Hunter ever complimented you. Getting drinks with the boys at 79's. The first time Hunter held your hand. Crosshair teasing you about staring at Hunter from across the ship. The safety you felt with the boys. Them telling you that you would always be one of them. Hunter admitting to you that he had wanted you since the moment he met you. Your first night of passion together where you both ended up confessing your love for each other. The last mission you and the squad had gone on and then the explosion that had sent you falling....

A sharp, heavy gasp escaped you and your body convulsed, causing Hunter to rear back in shock.

You remembered...you remembered everything!

Fearing he had accidentally hurt you, Hunter asked with worry, "(Y/N), what's wrong? Are you okay?"

After taking a second to catch your breath, you gazed up at him, all-consuming joy overtaking you at remembering the man who held your heart, the man who cared so much for you, the only love of your life. You then decided to do the same thing you'd done in the first memory that had returned to you: you pushed him over onto his back and moved on top of him. Just as Hunter was about to question what you were doing, you took hold of his head, leaned over and crushed your lips against his. For a moment, he didn't move, but then you felt him relax and his arms wrapped tightly around your back. There, on the ground in the middle of the rain, your lips and his engaged in a dance you knew well that you'd thought you'd forgotten forever and it felt heavenly to be kissing your Sergeant again. Your back was getting cold from the rain that was now drenching you, but you couldn't have cared less.

Finally, Hunter broke the kiss and stared up at you, eyes wide with both surprise and relief as a hand came up to trace your cheek. "Sweetheart?" he asked, a trace of hope in his voice.

You nodded and exclaimed, your voice breaking, "I remember! I remember everything!" Then you leaned down and touched your forehead to his, your hands resting on his cheeks. "I remember you, Hunter, and I love you! I love you so much!"

He tilted his head up and kissed you once more. "I love you, too," he replied before flipping you over, putting himself on top this time. "Welcome back, my love. I missed you terribly." Then he resumed kissing you again, overjoyed at having his love back.

Back in the Marauder, the others were about to call out for you and Hunter to come back in because of the rain when they saw the two of you kissing passionately on the ground.

"Well...I think it's safe to say that the sparring idea worked," Crosshair remarked.

"I think we should just leave them. They'll come in when they're ready," said Echo, ushering the rest of them away.

They all were glad your memories had returned and you were yourself again, but at that moment, it was Hunter that needed you the most.

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— Chapter Three: Favorite Clones

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“I asked Echo to swap shifts so I could tell you this part of the story - it… means a lot to me.” Hunter started, ready to reminisce about his beloved Commander.

“Where’d ya end up getting your tat anyway?” Wrecker asked while once again scavenging your kitchen for food. His brothers also looked at you for an answer, scanning your figure for any sign of the ink.

“Tats,” You corrected before sighing, pulling down the collar of the shirt you’d been wearing, revealing the insignia over your heart. You could sense the room fill to the brim with emotions, even from Crosshair. A groan of joy escaped Wrecker’s mouth as he brought you into a tight hug - one containing so much love.

“I think it’s perfect,” slipped from Hunter’s lips, who decided to join in on the hug - subsequently the other two brothers followed. “Good choice, Commander.”

You smiled and removed your hand from Wrecker’s back, placing a hand over the new 99. You hadn’t expected to form such a strong attachment to the group, but looking back on everything, it was inevitable. “Okay, okay - guys let’s not get sappy now!”

Wrecker wiped his tear-stained cheeks, “It- It’s just that…”

“We know, Wrecker. They’re one of us,” Hunter cut in in an attempt to console his brother, “They will always be part of our squad.”

With a new-found freedom from Wrecker’s arms, you remembered, “Hey, Wrecker? Remember how you wanted to try my lightsaber and we forgot?”

As if on cue his eyes brightened and he held out his hands, squeezing his fingers to his palm in a ‘gimme’ motion. The sight made you laugh while you used the Force to bring your lightsaber to your hand.

You went over the basics with the larger clone, his brothers watching in awe as you ignited the lightsaber on a lower setting so no real damage would be dealt to your living room. The green light shone on Wrecker’s face as you handed it to him, which ended with him waving it around in an attempt to imitate the few Jedi he’s seen.

“So,” Hunter started while watching his brother swing the lightsaber at non-existent enemies, “Tech told us that you helped him feel the Force.”

“Aw, are you jealous?” Crosshair teased with a smirk on his face.

Hunter immediately shook his head (which looked suspicious, but you let it slide), “No, just wondering how you did that. Could you do it with us, too?”

“I honestly had no idea that it was possible until I tried with Tech - I’ve always been more in tune with the Force than many of my peers, save for Anakin Skywalker, and been able to wield it in ways many cannot.” You started, hoping to give Hunter a satisfactory answer, “I could most likely do the same for the rest of you, if you’d like to feel it.”

“A consular, then?” Tech questioned your reply, “I’ve been studying articles on the Jedi since your arrival with us - if I’m not mistaken, Jedi Consulars tend to not use their lightsabers unless it’s a last resort, which I have observed in your combative style. They also use a green blade most frequently, rather than the blue and yellow of guardians and sentinels, respectively.”

You nodded, “You’re correct, though I wouldn’t expect otherwise from you. My green blade reflects my status, but the crystal chooses the Jedi - not the other way around. Honestly if I had my choice of color it’d be purple.”

“Like Master Windu’s, then? I have never understood why he wields such a color.”

You laughed, “Honestly, I’m not sure either. I think it’s because of the form he developed and uses - it’s close to using the dark side of the Force.”

”Ah, I see. You believe it to be a combination of the Sith’s red and Jedi’s blue?”

You nodded, turning your attention back to the faux-Jedi Wrecker, who’s having the time of his life with your saber. You had to stifle a laugh at him running around the room, attempting to twirl his lightsaber behind his back.

“Okay, Wrecker - that’s enough. Give the Commander back their lightsaber - we have work to do.”

Wrecker huffed, not wanting his fun to end. Eventually, he flipped the ignition switch and returned your hilt, which you hooked back onto your belt.

Hunter spoke your name from beside you, causing you to meet his gaze. “Are we your favorite clones?”

“I’ve been living with you for half a year and you’re asking me that?” A rhetorical question, “Yes, you are my favorite clones. Though, there was one clone I was very close to from General Skywalker’s legion, the 501st.”

“Just haven’t seen him in awhile?” Hunter pushed, wanting to know more about this clone.

You averted your eyes and looked everywhere but at him, “Yes, I haven’t seen him in awhile. He… died. A couple years ago. It was a mission to retrieve information from a Jedi Master, who was locked in the Citadel on Lola Sayu.” You rubbed the fabric of your robes between your pointer finger and thumb, “He was so brave and kind, always eager to learn - his batchmates named him Echo.”

Hunter placed a caring hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry for your loss, Commander. He sounds like a great guy.”

You could only nod, accepting Hunter’s comforting touch. You lifted up the hem of your robes and traced your fingers over the new ink that laid on your ribcage - 1409. The gaze on your tattoo was heavy, yet no words were spoken by anyone in the room.

Your short-lived vacation on Coruscant had finally come to an end, and it was time for your squad to set back out into the galaxy - part of you was grateful to be leaving the bustling ecumenopolis, but you would definitely miss the downtime. You had a feeling that the next time you returned to Coruscant would be your last time with the Bad Batch, and you weren’t ready for that day to come.

“Wait a minute,” A sleepy Omega asked her brother, not knowing whether the tiredness made her hear things, “Echo died?”

“He’s here with us, so no,” Hunter neglected to explain what really happened, “That is why he hasn’t told any of the story yet, though. He was… away during this time period.”

By the time Hunter finished his sentence, Omega was fast asleep with soft snores leaving her slightly-open mouth.

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random-letters-i-just-thought-of · 9 months

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Clones mourning the Jedi

Ok, so, bear with me, my brain is constantly making up scenarios that I want to happen in Bad Batch Season 3. Most of the time I don't do anything with them, but this one today was especially emotional, so I just can't keep it to myself. Even though it doesn't fit into the story at all and is probably also very out of character. So… I need the connection between the clones and the Jedi to be appreciated, right? So my brain was like: How about we have the clones collectively, in their little community that they built, (which will also totally happen, right? I mean… clone rebellion?!?…please?!!), mourn the Jedi? And I was just: Umm… I don't think… And my brain went: Shut up, I've already made up a whole fucking ceremony and the precise camera angles and shots it will be shown in. So anyway, it starts with the Bad Batch needing Rex's help for a mission or something, so they go to him, and Rex is like: "Sure, but not today." So Hunter asks why, and he just says: "It's Empire Day." No missions till tomorrow morning." "Why? You're celebrating?", Wrecker asks jokingly. Rex huffs and flashes a sad little smile: "We're mourning."

Empire Day would be roughly the day Order 66 happened, right? I mean, I have no idea how space time works so I just assume that. So anyway, they go inside and meet all the other clones from Rex's little Network who sit together, talk and laugh, and many of them, most of them, are doing some sort of pottery. Echo is also there (which doesn't make sense because at this point he would have been back with the Bad batch already, but honestly, I don't care when this happens. Could also be way earlier. Actually, that would maybe be even better, so we can have Tech and Omega on board as well) so after some big hellos, of course the Bad Batch asks what's going on with this pottery stuff. Rex has excused himself at this point, but Echo shows them they're making little bowls and explains that it is part of the ceremony to honor the Jedi. At this point, it becomes a bit awkward for the Bad Batch since they never had such a connection to the Jedi and also experienced order 66 differently. But it gets better when Wrecker asks if he can make one for the little Padawan (Caleb), even though he hopes he survived. Just to remind of him. And Echo beams and says "sure" and shows them the bowl he's making for Ahsoka. He started it, still thinking she died during Order 66, but then Rex found out, teared up, and told him everything. He still makes her a bowl. To remember her. Because wherever she is now, even though she survived, the sassy, lighthearted, funny little commander he knew is definitely dead. So the Bad batch mixes with the other Clones. Wrecker makes his little bowl; maybe Hunter and Omega (if she's there) make one for Shaak Ti and Tech (if he's there) helps with the technical preparations for the ceremony and makes some valuable improvements. (Um, yeah, I have no Ideas for Crosshair. I'm open for suggestions! As said, not following any continuity/timeline here.) In the evening, everything is ready for the ceremony. It goes this way: Everyone who wants to has made a bowl for a specific Jedi, or several bowls for several Jedi, one bowl for multiple Jedi at once, or just one for all of them or no one in particular. They fill the bowls with a special material that will create a colorful flame when burned. Normally, they choose the color of their Jedi's lightsaber.

So for the ceremony, one after another lights up their lanterns, takes them to the little shrine or altar they built, says the name(s) of the one(s) they want to honor/remember maybe adds a little prayer if they feel like it, and then returns to the group to watch the flames leaping up to the sky. A colorful, beautiful mess, so bright, so hopeful, just like the Jedi were. Many bring blue ones for Shaak Ti, their beloved guardian on Kamino, who was killed by the ones she protected and watched over so lovingly. I'm thinking some of the Ryloth clones, the ones from Howzer's squad, maybe served under Mace Windu before they were stationed on Ryloth after the battle, so we get a few beautiful, strong purple flames. Wollfe brings one for Plo Koon, and his hands, ever shaking, now that his mind is no longer trustworthy, are steady when he sets down the bowl. His eyes, that are now mostly clouded by thoughts he can't voice, are clear for once as he remembers the brave man he fought side by side with, that he knows died wrongly even though his mind, corrupted by the chip for far too long, won't let him believe it. Cody's Hands (of course Cody is there, why wouldn't he be?) on the other hand are shaking as he brings forth the bowl he made for his general. It's not the only one for him on their little shrine, but it is probably by far the brightest and the most detailed. "Obi Wan Kenobi", he says, his voice is not shaking, but it's oh so quiet. He swallows hard and thinks for a moment before he adds: "Wherever you are right now… be safe. I miss you. I'm so sorry, love." And he wants to say so much more, but he doesn't know how, and now it's too late anyway. Echo's lantern for Ahsoka burns bright in the yellowish green he remembers, so fresh, so young, and so free. Rex is the last one to set down his lantern. "Anakin Skywalker", he says, making sure to place it right in the middle of the shrine, next to the bright blue flame that is Cody's lantern for Obi Wan and in front of the green one that is Ahsoka's. His voice does not shake, his steps do not falter, as he walks back to the group and turns around to watch the lights. (We see Hunter shooting Rex a quick, slightly worried, slightly curious glance because he's still convinced Anakin and Rex had something going on after that very suspicious scene in season 7.) We see the Bad Batch exchanging glances because they kind of feel like intruders. Because they suddenly feel grief over something they never even really knew. But then again, did any of them? We see Omega holding on to Hunter, deeply moved but not completely understanding why or what this is all about. We have a wide shot of all the clones standing in front of the lights, watching them with varying stages of grief. Some of them look deeply hurt; some of them smile sadly or even relieved as they watch the bright light resembling their friends, their mentors, their comrades, their idols. Only a very few of them are crying. Because even after all that's happened, they're still so strong. So used to the losses. Most of them watch the lights and gain strength. Grow a determined look on their face. They're going to make up for this. If there's one thing they can do, it's fight, so you bet that's what they're going to do. Cut to Rex staring into the flames and putting on his brave face for his brothers. His strong face as the leader. The determined face that makes it so easy, natural to follow him. He stares into the lights and knows this is his fight, the role he plays, the task he is set to fulfill. He is setting himself to fulfill. Their destiny is in their own hands now. And they're going to use it to make the galaxy the Jedi couldn't. It's what they owe them. And, most importantly, it's what they want to do, too. They were made to protect the galaxy, and damn well, they will. Because the Jedi gave them hope. Showed them that it can be different. Taught them to believe in themselves. In the human in every single one of them.

Cut to the Lanterns burning on the table, the colorful dancing flames, and it slowly zooms in on the bright blue flames of Anakin and Obi Wan burning next to each other.

But it doesn't stop there. It continues zooming in on Anakin's flame. And slowly, through the flickering light of Anakin's flame, we catch our first glimpse of Darth Vader. I'm thinking a Kenobi-like reveal. With dramatically swelling music and then just…breathing.

And then the screen goes black, bam episode over, bam Vader is the villain of Bad Batch now.

I know none of this makes sense, but it made me emotional, so….

Anyway if somebody else is having feels now, go listen to "Goodbye" by Ramsey, it's the song that was stuck in my head while writing this and it makes everything 100 times sadder :).

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Jari'eyc - Chapter 2

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Warnings: stress, migraine, Cid is a shitty boss, suggestive themes at the end

Mando'a Translation: uja - honey/sugar

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Tech had been observing Hunter all morning. He almost seemed at war with himself- going through the motions as though it were a normal day, but every so often a burst of irritability would break through.

“You have a migraine,” Tech noted when the others had finally cleared out of the galley.

“Oh, do I?” Hunter snarked. “Thanks for letting me know.”

Tech scowled. “You should take something. Perhaps you should lie down as well.”

“It’s not going to work, Tech, you know that.”

“Well, I highly doubt that it would hurt. It may at least help a small amount, which would be better than-”

“I get it, Tech,” Hunter growled.

Tech watched his older brother press the heels of his palms to his eyes, feeling somewhat powerless.

“Perhaps we should check is there is any of the mix Jaine made left-”

“No,” he barked, slamming a hand on the table and instantly wincing at the loud noise. He took a deep, shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

Tech didn’t reply. Hunter knew his younger brother would forgive this; Tech knew how the migraines affected him.

“How can you just… say her name like that? How can you think of her without any-”

“It’s not without emotion,” Tech corrected. “I feel the… hole left in the fabric of our squad. I have found the adjustment rather difficult. I have noted that I- I miss her, quite… dearly.”

“Tech?”

“She was a member of this squad before she betrayed us. At the end, I found that I was quite angry with myself that I spent so long wishing her out of our lives. Now that she’s gone-”

“She’s not gone,” Echo whispered, having appeared with Crosshair at the doorway. “We’re going to get her back.”

Crosshair scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. “Get her back? Echo, do you have a screw loose? She doesn’t want to come back. What she wants is to see us all dead or imprisoned.”

Tech watched his twin carefully; Crosshair didn’t speak much about Jaine anymore. In fact, to Tech’s recollection, Crosshair had only referenced her once in passing when Omega had asked about some of the left over supplies in the medbay.

“Something isn’t right, I know it,” Echo argued. “She wasn’t acting like herself.”

“Maybe that was the first time she was! Maybe, just maybe she’d been lying to us all from the beginning. She wormed her way into this squad, but she never liked us, never cared for us, never loved-” Crosshair’s voice broke and his gaze dropped to the floor. “We’re better off without her.”

They watched as Crosshair quickly left, his words weighing heavily over them. Echo sighed deeply, turning to leave the ship for a while.

The sunlight warmed his skin as he stopped to take in a deep breath. He’d been debating with himself if he should reach out to Crosshair. He’d lost a loved one once too. It wasn’t the same, and he knew that, but his heart still ached for his brother.

And, if he were being truthful, himself. It hadn’t taken him long to realize the pull Jaine inflicted on him. Her smile, her laugh, her touch; she was magnetic and after all, he was rebuilt with metal.

He knew very well the boundaries: you don’t touch a brother’s cyare, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have eyes. Above all else, she had been kind to him. She remembered him and his twin from years prior, she told him that she’d mourned his loss and then Fives’ as well. She was sympathetic to his story, but she didn’t pity him, she didn’t treat him like he was breakable.

She reminds you of me, a familiar voice always whispered in his head. He tried to shake that voice, but it always came back.

“Echo!” Omega called, just coming into view with Wrecker.

“Hey, kid. What mischief have the two of you gotten into today?” he smirked, willing the memories back into their box.

“Mischief? Us?” Wrecker laughed, earning a suspicious glance from Echo as he knelt to let Omega jump down from his shoulder.

“We just went into the city and there’s a festival tonight,” she grinned.

“Oh, really? What for?”

“I’m not actually sure, but Movri said there’s going to be music and lights and food!”

“Wait, who’s Movri?”

Omega’s eyes went wide for a very brief moment. “Movri is Wrecker’s… friend!”

Echo eyed the large man, who was quickly turning a deep red. “Wrecker’s ‘friend’?”

Wrecker laughed awkwardly, before glancing towards the Marauder. “I think Hunter’s calling me, I better go see what he wants.”

Echo chuckled as he watched Wrecker dart into the ship. “Tell me more about this ‘friend’ then,” he grinned.

Omega smiled, leaning closer and whispering conspiratorially. “He’s so nice! He runs the Sugar Planet stand in the market. He’s really good at making Wrecker laugh and I think Wrecker really, really likes him!”

“Really?” Echo smiled, ideas for reading his brother already starting to flow through his mind.

Omega nodded. “I think he likes him more than a friend.”

The two shared a very serious look before bursting into a fit of giggles.

—

“You’re late,” Cid noted, placing her data pad down on the desk. “Again.”

The hooded person scoffed. “Your intel was incomplete again.”

“Did you get the data or not?”

Irritation roiled off the figure. “Yes,” she said, gruffly. “It’s encrypted.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ve got a guy for that.”

“And my cut?”

Cid glared up at her. “It’ll have to be split.”

The cloaked figure all but growled.

“Oh, stow it. You know if you can’t finish a job alone you don’t get the full pay.”

Cid leaned forward, picking up a small comm device. “Goggles, get in here.”

Moments later, the door slid open, revealing Tech, still engaged with whatever was on his data pad.

“You commed,” he said, not bothering to look up.

“Blue, this is Goggles. Goggles, Blue.”

Tech finally looked up at the hooded figure, meeting her eyes. Despite the shadow her hood cast and the armored mask that covered the lower half of her face, Tech could make out some details. Dark blue skin - no, it was some kind of paint, and her eyes; one light brown, one cybernetic, both scanning Tech with a scowl.

There was something about the man that struck a part of Raze’s memory. She was sure she didn’t know him, but there was something in the structure of his face and the way he carried himself that was eerily familiar.

“Raze,” she grumbled through the voice modulator in her mask.

“Tech,” he said cordially.

“Goggles will take the data stick and decrypt it. He’ll get half your cut, too.”

Raze’s head snapped towards the trandoshan as if to protest, but Cid interrupted.

“I can make it more,” she sneered.

Tech heard Raze’s jaw click shut.

“That’s what I thought. Now both of you, get out.”

As they left, Raze glanced around the room. More people had arrived, all wearing similar armor to Tech, except for a young girl, who was playing - and winning - a game of dejarek against a large man.

“Is there a problem?” Tech asked, paused a few steps ahead, turned back to face her.

“No,” she answered gruffly.

Tech led them to a booth near the back of the parlor, occupied by another man in armor who bore a striking resemblance to Tech.

“Who’s your new friend?” the other man drawled, toothpick stuck between his lips. He was watching them, his eyes scrutinizing every detail.

“This is Raze,” Tech reported, sliding into the booth. “Another associate of Cid.”

“How nice.”

“This is Crosshair,” Tech informed her.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” Raze answered flatly.

Tech held out a hand. “The data stick.”

Raze reluctantly reached into a pocket on her thigh, pulling the data stick out and placing it in his hand. She crossed her arms over her chest. “How long is this going to take?”

“The encryption is not very heavy, it should only take a few moments,” Tech replied.

Raze heard a bit of a commotion behind her. Turning, she saw that the child had won the match of dejarek, much to the dismay of her large opponent. One of the men watching laughed, the other was watching her curiously. He was paler than the others with small pieces of metal poking out of his head. That odd sense of familiarity struck her again, stronger than it had with Tech.

They locked eyes for a moment, almost daring one another to look away. The stalemate was quickly broken when the girl ran up to him, chattering happily about something she couldn’t hear.

“I have finished decrypting the data,” Tech informed her, holding the data stick out toward her.

“Are you clones?” She asked bluntly before she could think better of it.

“Problem?” Crosshair scowled.

Raze eyed him suspiciously. “Not at the moment.”

“Will you be turning in the data stick or shall I?” Tech cut into their silent glaring.

“I’ve got it,” she huffed, snatching the data stick from him.

She stalked across the room, catching the eyes of the other clones as she did, only losing their attention when the door to Cid’s office closed behind her.

“Clones, Cid?”

“What about ‘em?”

“Didn’t expect you to be working with the Empire.”

Cid scoffed. “They look like they’re with the Empire to you, Blue?”

Raze eyed her, trying to get a better read on their relationship to her. “Can’t be too careful with that kind.”

“Like my safety matters to you,” Cid rolled her eyes. “Did Goggles finish with the data or are you just here to piss me off?”

Raze scowled, passing the data stick to her.

Cid nodded, throwing a few credits towards them on the desk.

“That’s not even a third of what you told me.”

Cid grinned sickeningly sweetly. “Maybe if you were on time and didn’t need help you would’ve gotten the full amount, but the price went down while you fucked around.”

Raze snatched the few credits off the desk, turning to leave, but the door wouldn’t open.

“What do you say?” Cid prompted behind her.

Raze huffed. “Thanks.”

As the door opened, she saw that the girl and the other clones had joined Tech and Crosshair, all squeezing into one booth to talk quietly. The kid saw her first, smiling and giving a little wave, the rest noticing and looking up to watch her.

Raze glared at her, before walking quickly out the door.

At the table, something like recognition thrummed in the back of Echo's brain, calling to him as his brothers talked around him. He pushed it away, a small chill traveling down his back.

“Echo?” Wrecker prodded at his shoulder.

Echo shook his head. “Sorry, what?”

“I just asked if you knew anything about Raze,” Hunter said, watching his brother closely.

“No,” Echo answered, a little too quickly. “I don’t think so.”

Hunter’s eyes narrowed, but he seemed to accept the response. He could feel the others' eyes on him, sure they accompanied variously confused expressions, so he just cleared his throat, looking down at the table.

“As for our next order of business,” Tech interjected. “Omega mentioned that there was a festival this evening.”

Omega perked up. “Yeah, Movri told us all about it!”

“Movri?” Hunter mumbled.

“Wrecker’s friend,” she whispered to him, a wicked grin on her face.

“Yeah, there’s supposed to be lots of lights, and good food,” Wrecker chimed in, his face becoming hotter by the second.

Hunter’s eyes narrowed at his brother, who was painstakingly avoiding his gaze.

“Can we go, Hunter? Please,” Omega pleaded, pulling on his arm just a little.

“Don’t see why not,” he shrugged.

—

“Festival in the city tonight,” Raze’s roommate called as she entered their tiny apartment.

“Heard about that.”

“You wanna go?” he asked, appearing around the corner from the refresher. He had a towel around his waist and he was still damp from a recent shower. “Could be fun.”

“What I want is to get out of this get up,” she groaned, rolling her eyes as she finally removed her hood and mask.

She set the mask down on the tiny kitchen table, depositing her gloves with it.

“I can help with that,” he smirked, sidling up behind her.

She sighed a little as his arms wrapped around her waist, his touch sparking electricity under her skin.

“Stars, you’re needy,” she scoffed.

“You were gone,” he mumbled into her neck.

“It wasn’t that long.”

“Three weeks.”

She rolled her eyes again, pulling away from him. “Yeah, three weeks only using a sonic; I must be disgusting.”

“We can take a shower,” he suggested, grabbing her hips in that way that always made her head spin.

“Didn’t you just have one?”

He shrugged, his signature crooked smirk falling into place. “I could take another.”

He dipped his head down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

“Forn,” she whispered as he pulled away, her eyes still closed.

“There’s no one else here, uja, you can use my real name.”

He pressed his lips to the space just below her ear, the one he knew would always drive her crazy. She moaned, her head falling back. “Stars, Fives.”

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Hello Clone-Anon! I'm a taller person, like almost as tall as a clone, maybe an inch short. So often I see stories with readers where they are looking up at the clones. But I wouldn't need to except for Wrecker, Tech, or Cross. But I find Howzer to be so fine and was wondering if you could write him with a tall reader who feels out of place because they're tall. Thank you and no rush

I know for a fact you aren't alone! Lots of love to all the tall readers out there! Also, I think I'll start using gifs in my posts when I make them, if I can remember. Might give some people a quicker view of who to expect.

The moment you walked onto the patio, Howzer couldn't stop watching you and you knew it. You immediately felt his gaze and for a brief moment assumed he was simply another person gawking at your height. Next to your average height friends, you always stood out. You didn't want to stare back at him, but did take notice of his features. It didn't take long for you to realize that he was a gentleman, not a gawker.

Howzer had never been on Pabu before, but Echo convinced him to come stay for a bit. He was sitting along the bar of the outdoor patio, shaded by some beautiful trees and laughing at a joke his brothers told when your group walked over. Your friend knew one of his brothers and the group got talking. One thing led to another and you found yourself on a date with him. Then another and another.

He took you dancing one evening, thinking he wanted to learn something and hold you close. He looked a little unsure when the dance instructor pulled him aside to show him what to do by example, but he went along with it. You were both exhausted by the time he took you home.

"Come in," you said almost breathlessly.

"Alright," he replied.

You stood in the middle of your living room and he took you in his arms. He moved back and forth to music that wasn't there. You rested your head on his shoulder and buried your face in his neck.

"I had so much fun with you," he said. "I don't want it to end."

"I was all legs," you replied.

"Oh, but I love your legs," he said, heat coming to both your faces at the admission. "They're part of you."

You pulled away a bit and looked in his eyes. You almost weren't sure how to handle his sincerity.

"Look." He leaned forward an inch and kissed your lips. "See? Right there. Face to face with me. I could study your features and kiss you all night."

You grinned at him and ran your thumb along his cheek bone. His eyes had such depth of emotion and you felt lucky. You felt seen and felt good about it. There was a comfort in his eyes being the ones watching you.

"I could say the same," you replied, running a hand through his hair and kissing him back.

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Entombed, PHEE MY BELOVED.

Omega is having so much fun in the junkyard she finds extreme enrichment in being able to Steal and Scavenge. I love that Omega craves Treasure this season, it's for a sad reason (SHE HAS TO EARN HER RIGHT TO EXIST WITH HER FAMILY RIGHT?) but it's also delightful to watch. LET SMALL GIRLS STEAL ALL THEY WANT, IT'S IMPORTANT TO THEIR PSYCHE.

Bolo and Ketch at Phee's storytime is so cute

Tech you would only know the story changes every time if you were listening every time she told it (and remembering the details) you know you like storytime.

God Hunter has reached maximum tired dad in this episode like legitimately the most exhausted I have ever seen him. His completely tired voice on 'Those two will believe anything.' Tired glances exchanged with Echo. This face.

We have a bit to go before he gets to that face but I am fucking entranced by it. Haunted by it. God give him a nap.

Tech and Phee sorting through the garbage haul together. Date Night Ideas for nerds.

MEL-221 is SO cute I love the paint job

Tech absolutely wants to pick Phee's brain for more unknown systems he wants to put them on his map, he MUST put more systems on his map.

Hunter turning around while they're talking though like he senses a disturbance in the force and it's going to make his life more difficult isn't it?

God him doing grouchy knife tricks in the background watching Omega copy Phee like she used to do with him, Hunter is so mad that is HIS little sister and Phee is STEALING HER.

"Who'd wanna hide treasure here?" Echo let's be real, the best place to hide treasure is where no one in their right mind would ever want to go. It just makes sense. Their distaste for how much this place sucks is great though, Echo has two sides: One wants to be doing more to fight the Empire, the other wants to find a nice sunny spot and drink a margarita already. Notably NEITHER of those sides wants to be on Suck Planet looking for Supposed Treasure.

CUTLASS CUTLASS CUTLASS

"If I'm right, which is always~" I love her so much.

Also her dramatically like THIS IS THE ENTRANCE TO SKARA NAL! And Echo is just. The WHAT? Genuinely one of my favorite things is when someone says something and Echo's entire reaction is "What the FUCK are you TALKING ABOUT?"

Phee you need to be aware when discussing 'the ancients' that everyone besides you in this room is less than 12 years old and their entire culture began that long ago too, they have very little reference for ancient anything.

Omega <3 BABY GIRL IS SO SMART also I love laying the compass on Phee's lantern to make it a projector that is so good

Hunter sensing the creature coming before it growls, I always love to see some of his enhanced senses at play. AND WHY IS IT ALWAYS WRECKER ABOUT TO GET EATEN, WHAT ABOUT HIM IS SO IMMENSELY SNACKABLE?

"You're just making this up as you go" hush Hunter that is your entire MO and you know it.

"So we have to navigate this death trap without it?" "Good thing you have me :D" *HUNTER GIVES THE LONGEST SIGH AND DRAWS HIS GUN FOR NO REASON JUST TO EMPHASIZE HOW UNCOMFORTABLE HE IS*

I love the door opening with the SPINNING as it slides

Heart of the Mountain is so pretty I want it as a rock candy

I've noticed when they need someone to fall while they're dangling precariously it's always Echo that goes first, life is hard when you have one hand capable of gripping.

The interior when the... it looks like a tomb guardian from Jedi Fallen Order iirc... activates looks so good.

Phee protectively clinging to the Heart of the Mountain, she doesn't WANNA give it up! Fair, Phee.

Hunter saving her last minute is such a good moment too, honestly this is a fun episode and yet another one I can't understand why people hated it sooooo much. This fandom lacks joy sometimes.

Let me tell you this thing approaching the Marauder is still stressful despite knowing nothing happens to it because of my intense belief that the marauder is NOT making it out of this show in one piece.

Them all being in this thing as it randomly self destructs is a lot, WHY DOES IT DO THAT WHEN YOU PUT THE THING BACK IN

"This puts as at 0 for 2 in treasure hunting"

MEL being blown up so much that Phee keeps a backup of her on the ship is a great detail.

#the bad batch rewatch

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Beastification - Chapter 5

Mr Beasts first mission with the bad batch goes as weirdly as you would expect.

The Bad Batch x Mr Beast

Tags: sfw, Crack fic, slow burn, Mr Beast AU, crack taken seriously

CW: the y/nification of Mr Beast, mentions of child abduction, braindead Mr Beast, Mr Beast talks to an invisible camera, lore breaking content, Eric Cartman, Mr Beast getting punched in the nuts

Words: 2179

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... | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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After a little argument about Echo requesting to leave Mr Beast somewhere on an uninhabited planet and Wrecker, in response, almost knocking his soul out of his body, before being stopped by Hunter stepping between the two of them, the batch plus Mr Beast gathered on the Marauder to leave for their job.

While Echo, Tech and Hunter stayed in the cockpit of the ship, Wrecker, Omega and Mr Beast stayed in the back, talking about how he apparently shot 500,000 credits with multiple tanks, for whatever reason. The fact that Omega and Wrecker actually believed that story drove Echo further into insanity.

They were headed towards Kessel, where Mr Beast had apparently brought the child that they were supposed to rescue. Everyone seemed surprised Mr Beast even remembered the coordinates, considering his constant state of delusion. He explained on their way to the ship that he had left the kid in a cave with enough rations and water to survive a couple of days. He had left it there about two weeks ago.

He told them not to worry about the kid's condition, as he had taught the child how to hunt its own food before he left and challenged it to stay near the cave, promising a ton of money for surviving the challenge. Money he obviously didn’t have.

„Let’s hope he didn‘t actually leave the kid to die.“ Echo commented. He uttered this same sentiment for about the seventh time now since the start of their journey. „Don‘t worry, Echo. If he sabotages the mission even in the slightest, we‘re leaving him on Kessel.“ Hunter tried to calm the former ARC trooper down.

“I don‘t think that would be a wise decision.“ Tech spoke up, while getting the Marauder ready to leave hyperspace. „He may be valuable. I have yet to analyze it in detail, but his altered thought process could proof useful to us, if not only as blackmail material against Cid.“ Hunter let his gaze wander towards the back of the ship, where Mr Beast was, once again, talking to an invisible camera about his affiliate link below, while Wrecker and Omega watched him, almost hypnotized.

“Mr Beast,“ Hunter called out, trying to move Mr‘s focus from his imaginary ad read onto him. „How easy is it to reach the kid.“

“I WOULD have normally hidden him way better, but he said he was SCARED OF THE DARK! So, I left him more towards the entrance of the cave. Additionally, THE CLOSER HE GETS TO BEING KILLED BY WILD ANIMALS, THE MORE MONEY HE GETS!!“

Nobody commented, either from not knowing how to respond, or from hoping that ignoring Mr Beast would shut him up (Echo). And it stayed this quiet, until they reached the surface of the planet. They landed not far away from the cave, which was hidden sufficiently by the trees and bushes growing near it.

They entered the cave, cautious. They didn‘t want to scare the target away, but they, of course, also considered the possibility that someone or something may have gotten to the kid faster than they did. The cave looked empty, but someone definitely had set up camp here, considering the leftover ashes from a campfire at the entrance of the cave. Hunter knelt down to the ashes, grabbing some of them, hoping to get a trace leading to the kid, while the others either looked around the entrance for clues or were on the lookout just outside the cave.

“The kid went further into the cave, probably because of a storm that happened. Wrecker, Omega, Mr Beast, you stay here. Watch out for anyone coming this way. I don‘t think we‘re the only ones looking for this kid, considering how Mr explained his ‚job‘. Tech, Echo, come with me.“

Wrecker didn‘t protest against spending more time with Mr Beast, even if they didn‘t really speak to each other, just being in his presence made Wrecker feel at ease.

Mr Beast sat down with Omega at the abandoned campfire while Wrecker stood a little outside the cage, facing the forest, looking for potential intruders.

“And then I LOCKED TWO STRANGERS inside a room for 100 DAYS!!! Of course, I tempted them with different things to LEAVE THE ROOM EARLY, to make them LOSE THEIR MONEY!! But they didn’t, so I had to give the money to them anyways.“ Omega looked up at Mr Beast, with sparkling eyes. „I loved that video. When are you gonna release your next one? Will I be in it?“ „I‘M CONSTANTLY RECORDING! Can‘t you tell? But I can‘t seem to reach my editor.“ His voice was laced with disappointment. Wrecker wanted to comfort him, make him feel less lonely and more accepted in the group. He was part of the squad, too, now.

Then, something ripped Wrecker away from his thoughts. A bush rustled, not too far away from them. Wrecker aimed his gun towards the origin of the noise. „Who’s there?“ he asked, in a warning tone. Another rustle, from the opposite direction now. Omega stood up, running to Wrecker. „What was that?“ Her voice gave away the fact that she was obviously scared. She hid behind him, her head peeking out just enough to be able to still look into the forest. Another rustle, the source of the noise being the bush closest to them, this time around. With shaky hands, Omega pulled out her bow. She was so focused on Mr Beast's story just a moment ago, that she didn‘t feel ready to fight all of a sudden.

A figure stepped out behind the bush. Fully hidden behind layers of robes and a helmet, with his arms up to not get shot immediately. The robed person walked towards them, confidently, with slow steps „How‘d you get here?“ it asked. The tone of its voice suggesting a male figure beneath the layers of metal and fabric. „Could ask you the same question.“ Wrecker spit back, gun still pointed at the intruder. „What do you want here?“ he questioned.

„I‘m here for the kid.“ the stranger replied. Wrecker pushed Omega a little more behind himself, shielding her, as if out of instinct.

“Not that kid, idiot. The one in the cave.” The stranger mocked, nodding towards the cave entrance. That’s when his tone in voice changed, from condescending to enraged. “You.”

Omega tried to follow the man’s gaze. It was clear that he was looking at something further behind her. Mr Beast. „What are you doing here.“ the stranger spit towards him.

While Wrecker and Omega looked puzzled, Mr Beast looked like someone just asked him where the milk aisle was, instead of a Bounty Hunter recognizing him in the middle of the woods.

“Are YOU one of my FANS?“ Mr Beast responded, casually. „Have YOU heard of my NEW FLAVORS for my CANDYBARS yet???? NOW FOR SALE!!“ The bounty hunters' stance got more defensive. „I thought I‘d have more time before I‘d have to deal with you.“

Wrecker and Omega looked at each other. What was this stranger's business with Mr Beast? „I guess I have to kill you earlier than I planned to.“ With this sentence, he reached for the gun in his holster. This enraged Wrecker. „Don‘t even try it.“ Omega aimed her bow at the stranger as well now, ready to defend Mr Beast at any cost.

Luckily, at this moment, Hunter, Echo and Tech reappeared beside them, with the kid they were looking for, not far behind them. Now, there were five weapons pointed at the stranger.

“I know when a situation‘s not looking good for me.“ the stranger commented, before slowly stepping back and disappearing back into the woods.

“What happened here? Who was that?“ Hunter asked after lowering his gun, the question mostly directed at Mr Beast. Wrecker replied: „We don‘t know, he just suddenly appeared from the bushes. He said he was looking for the kid, too. Then he got aggressive towards Mr. Seemed to know him.“

Hunter turned fully towards Mr Beast now, singling him out with his question. „Who was that?“

Mr Beast stood up with the smoothest of movements, hips swaying in the process. His voice boomed through the cave. „I DON‘T know.“ he said with the brightest smile on his face, his eyes resting on Hunter, who was not sure if Mr Beast was actually looking at him or through him, with his big, empty pupils.

“Let’s just hope he won’t come back.” Omega spoke, ripping Hunter’s attention away from Mr Beast’s big blue eyes. “Right. We should get back to the ship and leave. We got the kid.” Everyone turned around to look at the child they just rescued from somewhere deep in the cave. Omega made her way towards the kid with a friendly gesture, holding out her hand to him. “What’s your name?“

“Eric Cartman.“ The very round kid answered. „He hid in the cage for approximately five days, though he seems far from showing any symptoms of malnutrition.“ Tech stated. Cartman replied, obviously aggravated: „I‘m not fat, I‘m festively plump.“

Beast saw an opportunity in this statement. „IF you eat THAT TREE OVER THERE, right now I WILL GIVE YOU 50,000 CREDITS !“ he offered, demanding the attention back to himself. Wrecker looked at him in adoration. He was so motivated and giving. Echo was looking into nothingness, with a thousand yard stare on his face.

Cartman now took a closer look at Mr Beast, stepping towards him. „Hey, I know you! You‘re the fucking idiot that put me in this cage!“ With his eyebrows furrowed, he leaned in closer to him „How dare you even come back here, I ate nothing but dirt for days!“

“I THOUGHT, a more PLANT BASED NUTRITION would be GOOD FOR YOU!“ Mr Beast argued, seemingly not worried about the circular kid before him wanting to hurt him.

„Take that back, asshole. I‘ll shove that invisible camera you’re always talking to right up your ass.“ Omega stepped in between them, trying to defuse the impending argument. „Stop it, you guys! No need to fight.“ Cartman stopped himself for a minute, putting a hand on Omega's shoulder. „The only way to fight hate, is with more hate.“ He stated, before swiftly moving Omega to the side and punching Mr Beast where the light doesn‘t reach. „YOU BETTER GET ME THAT FUCKING MONEY YOU PROMISED.“

Mr Beast fell to the floor, cowering into the fetus position. A collective groan could be heard echoing throughout the cave as the batch empathized with Mr Beast's injury.

“I don’t think he‘s gonna be able to get up any time soon.“ Hunter observed, being the first one to regain his composure. „Wrecker, carry him back.“

Wrecker froze for a moment. The thought of throwing Mr Beast over his shoulder and carrying him back all the way to the Marauder made him blush „O-Okay.“ was all he managed to respond. He tried to ban the scenarios of Mr Beast thanking him for carrying him back to ship from his head, failing miserably. He shook his head, trying to gain back a clear mind.

He picked up Mr Beast from the cave ground. He was even lighter than he expected, so frail and fragile. His face looked beautiful, the expression of pain he gained from getting punched in the balls, now exchanged for a neutral, sleeping one. He passed out from the pain, though he looked so at peace. Eyes closed, his long lashes resting on his cheeks, with his eyebrows in a neutral position and his lips slightly agape. It took Wrecker more mental strength, to take his eyes off Mr Beast's face, than he wanted to admit.

With Cartman, who was now handcuffed, to avoid him punching any more testicles, they made their way through the jungle, back to the ship.

Mr Beast was asleep the entire way back to Ord Mantell, meaning the journey back was relatively quiet. He was laying with his head on Wreckers lap, who was sitting on one of the bunks. Cartman sat in the back of the ship, still handcuffed, silent for most of the time, except when he tried to persuade Omega to free him.

Mr woke up with the ship reaching the planet's surface. His eyes fluttered open, Wrecker being the first thing in his field of vision. „What happened?“ he asked, voice much quieter than usual. „Cartman may have castrated you.“ Tech answered, who was on his way to leave the ship, eyes fixed on his datapad.

Mr Beast blushed. He was embarrassed about everyone witnessing him getting punched, so he tried to change the subject. „Did you carry me all the way back? Thank you.“ he gave Wrecker a small smile, melting his heart just a little bit more. „I-It was no problem. It‘s not like you were that heavy or anything.“ Wrecker said, trying to avoid Mr Beast's inviting gaze.

“Unlike this guy.“ Echo complained, desperately trying to shove Cartman out of the ship. „Come on, let‘s get this kid back to Cid.“

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sev-on-kamino · 1 year

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (6)

Day 6: Asking them about their family (prompt list here)

Tech x afab!Reader (another one w/ a non medic reader?! what? branching out like a tree over here)

warnings: fluffy, it’s still early days, but not brand new

word count: 1005 (anxious about every single one, let’s gooooooo!!!)

You’d been working at tiny electronics shop on Ord Mantell for as long as you could remember. As a kid, you came by after school to pester the owner with questions. As a teenager, you picked up a part-time job. You mostly helped older people who were behind the times. By the time you were finished with school, you’d saved up enough to buy into the shop as a partner.

You still helped a lot of older folks, and folks who were just passing through. You loved it, and couldn’t think of a single thing you wanted beyond those 4 walls besides your cute little apartment.

Then Tech walked in, and wrecked your little slice of satisfied heaven. He was everything you didn’t know you needed, and you cautiously pursued him, fearing heartbreak. He’d been oblivious at first. Keen to chat with you whenever he was in town, but your attempts at flirting hadn’t registered.

After another round of unsuccessful attempts, you just told him you had feelings for him, and asked to kiss him. He’d been surprised, but he gave his consent just the same. Everything after the kiss had been easy, enjoyable, and educational. Tech had taught you so many things except for the one thing you wanted to know everything about: himself.

“Your ship is really cool, but I wanna know more about you, Tech,” you said, sitting in the floor of the Marauder’s cockpit.

“Why is that?” He’d asked, sliding out from beneath the console, and sitting up. You grinned as he pulled off his helmet, letting you enjoy his handsome face for once.

“Because I wanna know everything about you. Embarrassing stories from your childhood, your favorite things, your family,” you replied counting off on your fingers. “You’ve learned so much about me, but you’re very good at keeping yourself quite the mystery.”

“I’m sure one of my brothers would be happy to tell you a few of those, which is why I haven’t let them meet you yet.” He began, rising from the floor, and holding out his hand to help you up as well.

“Is that the only reason?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s the main reason,” he insisted.

“You afraid they won’t approve of me?” your tone is teasing, but it’s something you genuinely worried about. When he did mention his family, it was clear he held them in high regards, and their opinions would matter.

“Quite the opposite. They may like you too much.”

You beamed at that, thrilled at the thought he wanted to keep you all to himself.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk, and you can tell me stories about them. Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo, right? And Omega, your little sister?” You held your hand out to him.

“And Crosshair,” he added, taking your hand.

“Crosshair? A new brother emerges from the fog of Tech’s history.”

Leading you out of the ship and steering you towards town, he scoffed.

“I’m certain I’ve mentioned him before,” he hummed before adding. “We were quite close.”

“Were?”

“Crosshair is on a different path than we are,” his tone gave you the sense it was a sensitive topic.

“Sorry for prying,” you said sheepishly.

“It’s quite alright. I like that you’re curious.” He laced your fingers together, and you looked up at his profile, unable to keep from smiling.

“Ok, so tell me about Hunter. He’s the oldest right?”

Tech relaxed slightly, you weren’t sure he was ever completely at ease. “Yes, the oldest, and he very much lives up to the expectations of an older brother.”

“Let me guess: cramping your style, fussing over you, being almost parent-like? But also incredibly cool, and something of a role model?”

“You sound as though you’re speaking from experience.”

“I have an older brother too. He’s…” you hesitated, wondering if you’d ventured far enough into this relationship to tell Tech you were related to a smuggler. “A traveler. Always off on some new adventure.”

“Would he approve of me?” Tech asked, echoing your earlier concern.

“Stars, no. He would think you were encouraging me to be soft, and put down roots,” you confessed with a grin.

“Hmm, Crosshair would say the same about you.”

“Awww, am I making you soft, handsome?” you asked, stepping into his path, and looking up into his amber eyes.

“Perhaps,” he replied, eyes flicking to your lips before returning to your eyes.

“I’m definitely quite soft for you,” you said quietly, rising up on your tiptoes, as he leaned down to let his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. You pulled back grinning from ear to ear, not even caring that you were in the middle of the street.

“We’ve gotten distracted from your original line of questioning,” Tech said, clearing his throat, and tugging you along.

“Ah yes! Your family. So we’ve got your favorite brother, who’s AWOL.”

“What makes you think he’s my favorite?” he protested, but you ignored him and continued your list.

“Your older brother, who’s much better than mine.”

“Your words not mine, cyar’ika.”

“So that leaves Echo, Wrecker and Omega!”

“Well, Echo and I have grown closer. He’s intelligent and capable. I think you’d like him quite well,” He looked thoughtful a moment before continuing, “Wrecker is rambunctious to say the least, but incredibly reliable and kind. As for Omega, she is probably like you were as a child, I imagine.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Inquisitive, energetic, perceptive. Traits you still exhibit even now,” he gave your hand a squeeze, and you feel your face warming up.

“You know I just want to meet them more now, right?”

“I’m not remotely surprised,” he replied, shaking his head.

“No rush, you can keep me all to yourself for a little while longer,” you raised your linked hands to press a gentle kiss to the back of his hand.

“I’d like that,” he replied, smiling softly, as you carried on aimlessly through the streets, with no destination other than a greater understanding of each other.

#tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x you #tbb tech #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tech fluff #April showers bring May Drabbles #30 day challenge #seven writes #blue writes

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ythankucaptainmccoy · 1 year

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Bad Batch/Rebels Hunter x Pregnant Reader

Alright guys I am able to catch up a little bit and this has been on the back burner. Training horses, Running a Farm, Exercising and working five days a week at an Animal Clinic is too much. Hope you all enjoy this and I won’t lie I teared up with this one. I do not own Star Wars or any of the characters.

When you wake up there is a young blonde woman in her late teens standing there. She introduces herself as Omega and that she had been looking for you for years. Omega explains how you were frozen in cryo before Order 66, and that she is going to take you to a planet where you will be safe. She looks familiar to you, but you can’t place it. She asks who the father gesturing to your round stomach and you tell her about Hunter and how he didn’t even get to know you were pregnant.

“So are you going to look for him?”, she questions. “I wouldn’t even know where to look besides if what you say is true he could be…”, you trail off as tears threaten to spill. No you won’t think of what you were about to say. It was better believing if he did go out it wasn’t working for the Empire. “Well I have a place for you to stay if you trust me enough”, she smiled. “I trust you. Let's get going”, you reply. The flight is a long one and Omega asks you to tell her stories about how you had met Hunter and the Bad Batch.

“Well I was working as a healer traveling from planet to planet, and I was asked by General Kenobi to help on some planet I forget the name of. Anyway late at night they bring Wrecker in and he is this big guy, but a giant softie. He needed medical attention right away, but no one was able to help so I took it upon myself to help him. When I got over to the cot they had him on he was thrashing. It took Crosshair, Tech, Hunter and Echo to help hold him down. When I told them to let him up they all looked at me as if I were crazy”, you smiled at the memory.

“So what happened next?”, Omega questioned childlike. “They eventually let him up and I used the force to help calm him. Hunter was the most astonished at how I was able to diffuse the situation and heal his brother. It was after healing his brother that I got dizzy and collapsed. I had been healing all day and my body couldn’t handle it anymore. Hunter was the one who carried me to General Kenobi, and helped get proper medical attention. Then I was stationed with the Bad Batch for the rest of the war after that because I was able to get along with them so well”, you recalled.

“So how did you get separated? How did you find out you were pregnant? Why didn’t you tell Hunter you were pregnant?”, Omega asked all in one breath. “I was captured by the seppies and placed in one of their many prisons. When I could feel the life force inside me I knew what would happen to our baby, and I made a promise that I wouldn’t let that happen. I escaped and stayed on the run then I crashed on the planet you found me on and I put myself in cryo hoping someone would eventually find us. I did search for the whereabouts of Hunter and the others, but things were happening way too fast, and when you have a hard time catching your breath after only walking a couple of yards it's hard to gauge what you're capable of”, you told her.

She seemed to understand and went to make some food. You knew it was dangerous, but you wondered if Hunter was still alive. If you could sense him with the force. Closing your eyes you focused on what you remembered his life force feeling like. Not finding it you tried harder until you felt a small life force that felt like his. You latched onto it trying to boost it somehow, but just as you were making out the life form and their surroundings, sharp kicks broke your concentration.

Your hand automatically going to your round belly, and trying to breathe. “Hey are you alright?”, Omega asked worriedly. “Yeah it’s been a while since they have kicked that hard”, you huffed. “They?”, Omega brightened. “Yes I’m carrying twins. A boy and a girl”, you smile. “How do you know? If you don’t mind me asking”, she sheepishly grinned. “The way their life force flows tells me”, you smile. “Do you want to feel them kicking?”, you asked. She nodded her head and you took her hands and held them to your belly.

As soon as her hands touched you the babies started to kick wildly as if they sensed something you didn’t. “Wow, does it hurt?”, she queried. “Sometimes if they have good aim which seems to be all the time. They must get that from their father he had deadly accuracy with a blaster or vibroblade”, you laughed. Omega gave you some food and you were able to eat in peace. It wasn’t long before the planet proximity alert went off in the ship and you waited for Omega to land the ship.

Once she landed you both made your exit and there were five quaint little houses. One of the doors to one of the houses opened and out stepped a behemoth of a man. One you recognized by the force right away. “WRECKER!’ you yelled as he made his way to you. He picked you up hugging you just like old times then set you back down gently. He was older than you remembered, but he still looked fit. “Wait till the others get a look at you”, Wrecker boomed.

“The others? You mean… You mean that the others are here. What about Hunter is he here?” you frantically questioned. “Well yeah of course he is here. Even Crosshair came with us after we removed his chip”, he relayed. You started to hyperventilate as it all came to you that they were all okay and that they made it through Order 66. You swayed and your world started to go black as you felt Wrecker catch you. You could faintly hear other voices that you recognized.

You were carried to a bed where you were placed as you heard a commotion. “She will be fine, she just needs a moment. She is obviously distressed and with everything that's happened and her condition this is a normal reaction”, someone said. Tech your brain answered and when you reached out with the force you could sense Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair, but not Hunter where was Hunter your brain screamed. You felt a sense of calm from the twins and it helped you to relax. When you opened your eyes sure enough Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair stood before you.

They all had aged Tech with some gray tufts at the small portion of his forehead. Echo with more wrinkles than you remembered, Crosshair had more crinkles around his eyes, Wrecker did as well. “(Y/N) can you hear me?”, Tech asked. “Yeah Tech I can hear you”, you said tearing up and this time they did fall. Once they knew you were okay you told them about how Omega had found you and they told you of what happened after Order 66. That Omega was their sister and a clone herself which now made sense of why she felt familiar to you.

They informed you that Hunter was okay, and that he would be back later as he had to tend to some fences that went down. Farmers of all things you expected them to do after farming was not one of them. They took you to Hunters home and showed you around and you cried again when you saw all of the mementos that he had of you. “He never stopped looking for you until we had to go into hiding and even then he hoped you would find us”, Echo told you.

They left you to get settled and wait for Hunter to return. It was getting late, but you decided that making dinner would be a great way to welcome Hunter home. Gathering ingredients you started cooking. Omega came in to help you since she stayed with Hunter because they weren’t finished with her house yet. You and Omega were making final meal preps when you felt a presence in the room behind you. You spun around to be met with Hunter's wide eyes on you.

He still had his signature hair and bandana although he had some gray streaks starting at his temples, but otherwise still handsome as ever. “Hunter”, you whispered, but his hearing picked it up. He was across the room in seconds enveloping you in an almost bone crushing hug. “(Y/N) I thought I had lost you”, he sobbed. “I thought I had lost you”, you cried right along beside him. You gasped as the babies kicked wildly again this time harder than the other times.

Hunter pulled back as you gripped his shoulder and your free hand went to your stomach. That's when he realized how round you were. “(Y/N) you're pregnant”, he whispered. “Yeah tell me something I don’t know”, you laughed. “Who’s?”he asked, looking defeated. “They are yours”, you responded. “Mine but how? You should have had them a long time ago”, he stated, confused. Omega butted in explaining how you were in a cryo chamber when she found you and you explained how you found out you were pregnant after being captured.

Once all the evidence was before him he picked you up and spun you around. He stopped to kiss you. You giggled as the babies kicked again. “They know who you are, they are kicking again”, you smiled, placing his hands on your belly. His face lit up when he felt them kicking then his brows furrowed. “You said they”, he stated. “Yes there are two in there”, you explained. “Two? Twins? You're pregnant with twins?”, he grinned. “Yes a boy and a girl”, you beamed.

He sniffled as he fell to his knees kissing your stomach, “You don’t know how much I missed your mother and now she gifts me with you two”, he mumbles between tears. The babies kick again and he places his head on your belly smiling when he can hear your heartbeat and the twins heartbeats. “They are strong”, he hums. “Just like their father”, you tell him. That night Hunter doesn’t leave your side and dotes on you hand and foot.

A couple months later you're awakened by awful cramps and that's when you realize you have gone into labor. Hunter was up as soon as he could smell your fear and your heart rate increase. You both had prepared for this and before long Omega and the others were waiting outside the house. It was long before the first cries filled the house and Hunter was telling you it was the girl placing her on your chest. Her brother followed minutes behind his sister.

“We never did decide on names?”, Hunter said while watching them feed and beaming with pride. “I think we should name the boy (B/N)”, you smiled. “I like that name, for his sister, how about (G/N)”, Hunter said. You both agreed on the names and once they had their fill and you were decent Hunter let the others come in to greet the new additions. Omega was thrilled to hold them and so were the others. Crosshair refused to admit he cried while holding the twins for the first time even though Wrecker pointed out the tears still on his face.

A couple nights down the road you were woken up by Hunter singing and rocking them both back to sleep. You watched and smiled when his gaze met yours. Once the twins were asleep he made his way back into bed pulling you into his side. Kissing the top of your head and whispering how he couldn’t be happier than he was to have you back and then you gifting him with the greatest treasure of the galaxy far far away.

#star wars bad batch #sergeant hunter #sergeant hunter x reader #pregnancy #Bad Batch #tbb omega

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letsquestjess · 1 year

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Memento

Summary: Omega shows Echo the scrapbook she’s been working on.

Word count: 869

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 8 at the end.

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“They should be back by now,” Echo said, pacing the sparse cockpit of the Marauder. “Where are they?”

“It is a simple supply run,” Tech replied from beneath the control panel, discarding the fried wires and connecting the new ones. “I am certain there is nothing to worry about.”

“This wouldn’t be the first supply run to have gone sideways.” Leaning against the console, Echo surveyed the clearing they’d landed in. Gnarled boughs slouched as though they’d fallen asleep on the spot. Between the trunks of the soaring trees, orange and lilac rays slithered along the wilted grass. “If they’re not back by nightfall and that fog picks up, they’ll never make it.”

Tech mumbled to himself as he worked, and the communications panel purred, booting up in a display of blinking buttons and a deep sigh. “That should work now. Try it again.”

A voice crackled through the speakers before either could attempt to contact their missing teammates.

“Is anybody there?” Hunter huffed. “Echo? Tech? Somebody respond.”

“We’re here,” Echo said. “Sorry. Comms were down. Where are you? You should have been back ages ago.”

“Wrecker and I won’t be long. Had a problem with some supplies, but we got everything we need. How’s Omega?”

Echo peeked around the open door to the lowered steps where the smallest member of their team sat, book in hand and Lula slumped beside her. “She’s all right. She’s reading.” The signal juddered and Hunter’s response drowned in the static. “Hunter? Can you still hear me?” Nothing. “I thought you’d fixed this.”

“The weather is scrambling the transmission,” Tech reported, tapping at his datapad and clicking his tongue. He scanned the forest and hummed. “As long as they are back within the hour, they should miss the brunt of it.”

“And as long as they don’t run into any trouble.”

“If that happens, I am sure we will see it.”

“Follow the explosions, right?” Echo joked. “I’ll go tell Omega to get ready to leave. Let me know if they contact us again.”

Remnants of the dense afternoon fog lapped at the foot of the slope, dwindling to a wispy mist as the next influx prepared to sweep the contorted roots and vegetation. From the city, the acrid scent of smoke invaded the forest.

“Hunter and Wrecker are on their way back,” Echo said to the girl scribbling in a notepad. He glanced over the box of craft materials, pencils and cuts of fabric sticking out of the top. “I thought you were reading. What is all this?”

“Tech told me that creative hobbies are good for keeping your mind preoccupied,” Omega explained, waving for him to join her. “He gave me a notebook to draw in, but it’s also a scrapbook.” She finished her sketch and handed it to him, encouraging him to look through.

A mixture of items clung to the paper, each telling the tales of their adventures. Some scribbled drawings accompanied the assortment of mementos. One showed Lula carrying a carton of Mantell mix, which Omega brightly told him was added in by Wrecker.

“Oh, those are the ones I did for all of you,” she said as he reached the middle of the book, flicking a few pages ahead. “These are yours.”

Echo smiled at the image of a reg manual and a blue handprint, and the drawings of the stories he had shared with her from his early military days. Tiny silver flowers bordered his last page, accompanied by a sprinkling of confetti from a festival he’d taken her to a few months ago and a discarded gold button they’d both found in the alleyway of Cid’s bar.

“I think I remembered the stories right,” Omega said.

“You remembered them perfectly.” He flipped through the rest, reminiscing on their scrapes with peril and their narrow flights from the clutches of some creature or other. Towards the end of the notebook, he found an empty sheet, the word ‘Crosshair’ scribbled in the corner. At his side, Omega fidgeted.

“I don’t know why I kept that one,” she mumbled. “He’s not going to join us, is he?”

Echo wound his arm around her shoulder and wished he had a hopeful response, but Crosshair was about as predictable as their adventures; he couldn’t be certain what the future would hold for any of them. “Who knows? There’s every chance he might.”

From between the trees, Hunter and Wrecker emerged through the spreading gloom, lugging their haul behind them in a trundling trailer. The wheels bumped over the roots and rattled the contents of the crates.

“Come on,” Echo said. “Let’s get these supplies on board and head back to Ord Mantell.”

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Departing from Coruscant, the ship shuddered as it crossed the atmosphere and away from their brother. Omega tucked close to the wall of her room as the others spoke quietly between themselves. She dug under her pillow for the scrapbook and opened it onto the section dedicated to Echo, wiping stray tears from her cheek. He wasn’t gone, she reminded herself, slowly turning the page. He was on a mission, and when he got back, she’d have a wealth of adventures to tell him about.

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Hello lovely! I’m in love with your writing! If you’re still taking them, can I request writing prompts for days #54 and #71 with Echo where he’s insecure about dating reader because of his prosthetics and thinks she could do better, but she reassures him he’s the only one she wants? I’m a sucker for comforting Echo! He deserves all the love! 😍

My sweet Echo deserves all the love! 🥰 (I lost the original first draft of this stupid Tumblr and I honestly don't feel like this one is as good cuz I couldn't remember everything, so I hope you still like it!)

"What I Want"

54. "I'm not good enough for you."

71. "You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me."

Pairing: Echo x fem reader

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“Echo…why?”

Your voice trembled and cracked with emotion with just those two words as you stared at Echo through blurry eyes.

He had just told you he didn’t think the two of you should be together.

For some time, there had seemed to be something between you. You flirted and showed interest in each other, you talked for hours if you had the time, you shared stories and you even held hands a couple of times. You two had almost kissed once before Wrecker had come in and interrupted the moment. Before long, you found yourself madly in love with Echo, though you had yet to ever say the words to him. You had thought things were going so well and you had approached Echo regarding your guys’ relationship…when he suddenly said to you, “I don’t think it would be a good idea for things between us to continue.”

Had you misread every interaction you’d had with him? Had you misinterpreted his actions as meaning something more? Had he ever really felt the same as you? Where had it all gone wrong?

He answered your initial question, “I’m not someone you can have a real relationship with. I’m not good enough for you.”

“Wh--what?” you stammered out. “Why would you say that?”

“Who are we trying to fool, (Y/N)? Look at me,” he replied, holding up his scomp arm. “I’m not a whole man and if we were to ever be even remotely intimate, I could never hold you or touch you the same as anyone else. I could hurt you and I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

You took a step closer. “You think I haven’t already thought of that? In all the time we’ve spent together, you don’t think I’ve already taken your cybernetics into account?”

“If I hurt you, I would never forgive myself, which is why it’s safer that we end things now,” he refuted.

Feeling hurt, you said back, “You’re going to throw away your happiness for something you don’t even know will happen?”

“It’s not a risk I can take. Not with you…not with anyone. You deserve better. I can’t give you what you want,” he protested.

“Yes, you can…because you are what I want.”

For a second, Echo’s eyes flashed briefly with hope, but then melancholy set back in. With a shake of his head, he moved to turn away from you…but you weren’t ready to give up on him.

“I love you, Echo,” you said to him, making him halt in his tracks.

Before he could react or say anything in return, you strode forward, closed the distance between you two, grasped his face in your hands and kissed him with all the love you had to give; all the love that belonged to him and him alone. Echo froze up for a few seconds and then tried to resist, still thinking he didn't deserve you, but you weren’t letting go. Then he began to relax and his arms slowly came around you as he kissed you back. Before long, something inside the two of you broke and you found yourself backed against the wall, the kisses exchanged between you heated, needful and desperate yet no less full of desire and passion. His hand and scomp were running up and down your back and sides while your hands caressed his face, neck and armored chest. Everything about this moment felt right and true. This was all you wanted and you weren’t about to let him go.

At last you pulled away, your heavy breath mingling with his and your mouths just hovering near each other, still enveloped in each other’s arms. Then you told him, “Your arm…your legs…your headpiece…they are all still you and you are the man I love, so much so I feel I could burst. If any of those things worried me, I would not be here with you right now…yet I am. Every moment I’ve shared with you has been the best thing I could ever ask for. You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me and I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. If you turn me away now…I don’t think I can bear it.” A couple of tears escaped your eyes, sliding down your cheeks.

Echo’s heart fell at seeing you cry and his hand came up to your face. “Oh, (Y/N)...,” he whispered, gently kissing away your tears.

“You make me so happy and I want to make you happy,” you said to him.

He leaned forward and touched his forehead to yours. “You do make me happy,” he replied, his own voice wavering.

“Then please…don’t give up on us out of fear, Echo. I’m begging you,” said sorrowfully. “You could never hurt me and even if you did, I know it wouldn’t be your fault. I want you; all of you.”

His lips suddenly returned to yours and he kissed you ardently with resounding fervor, as if he was trying to convince himself to change his mind. Your passionate words and pleas for him struck a chord within him and he was losing the battle. He found that he couldn’t deny his own feelings no matter how hard he tried; that he needed you as much as you needed him. If you were willing to take a leap of faith to be with him, then he should do the same.

“I want you, too, (Y/N),” he said when he pulled back. “Trying to leave you hurt more than anything else I’ve ever experienced and I never should've done that.” He kissed you once more. “I love you…and I’m sorry.”

A smile spread across your lips at hearing him confess his love to you back and all you could think to do was just kiss him yet again.

“I’ll give you…whatever you want…for the rest of my life,” he said between kisses.

“You, Echo, are all I could ever want already,” you told him in return, “and that’s all I need.”

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First Step

Part 4 of my "I'm going to fix everything because the BB finale was too emotionally damaging" Also this is very Kix heavy, but it'll be relevant later :)

One Breath is pt 3

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When Kix had woken up, strapped down in the back of Fennec Shand’s ship many months ago, it had been disorienting. Everything was too loud, too bright, and too cold as he struggled to get free.

He has to warn them!

His desperation soon turned to dismay when the bounty hunter explained that it was too late. The Republic was gone, the Jedi mostly killed off, and his brothers were either being killed off or forced into a world they were not prepared for. Kix no longer had his crew, and his family, and stayed with Fennec as her medic after she suggested he use the time to think things over. Days bled into months, and despite the occasional kind civilian, Kix was silent and kept to himself. His hair slowly grew out as time passed, and despite multiple offers to have it cut, he waved them all away. It helped to hide a face that was either a curse or a blessing depending on the day, and it helped Kix not focus on thinking about his most likely long-dead brothers.

Now, here he was, standing outside a ship that felt more like home than anything had in the last few agonizing months. They were currently fueling up at a station, heading towards some place called Pabu. Hunter told him they needed to finally face someone named Phee, and since that Kix hadn’t seen Hunter emerge from his bunk. Wrecker was sitting on the ramp while they watched the fuel slowly flow into the ship, holding a small plush in his hands. He had been welcoming to Kix, clearly pleased to see a reg they had fought with that wasn’t stuck in the Empire’s claws. Sure, Kix had seen the way Clone Force 99 had ruffled feathers before some past mission, but at the end of the day, he hadn’t faulted them for being made the way they were.

“So what’s your story?” Kix glanced over, flipping his rangefinder up to give Wrecker his full attention. He had been just idly scanning the other fueling platforms to pass the time. “Y’know, besides the whole freezin’ thing. I don’t really remember when we first met ya, all you reg’s kind of bled together after a while.”

“I was a medic with the 501st, I can deal with anything from minor wounds to extensive emergency surgery.” He explained with a shrug, extending his arms to stretch a little. “Echo will tell you I am a nightmare, but I care about my brothers and their health, even if they won’t. And don’t worry about it, it is what it is.” Wrecker chuckled at that, clearly amused.

“You joined the wrong crew then, we like to hit ‘em fast and hard. Bacta can come later.” Kix sighed, placing a hand over his visor.

“Exactly my problem.” Wrecker laughed again, getting to his feet once he noticed the fuel was finally taken care of.

“So, just askin’ ‘cause I know other people won’t, but do you uh, help with more than just cuts n’ stuff?” The fuel line looked like nothing to the bigger clone as he unhooked it, Kix making sure everything was paid for before closing up the hatch.

“Do you mean psychologically?” Wrecker nodded as he watched, taking his helmet off to reveal a frown.

“I’m not too good with the words and all, but I’m worried for Hunter and Echo, they’re hurtin’ bad.”

“I can offer what I can.” Kix reached out and patted Wrecker’s upper arm, Wrecker seeing his tired face reflected in the visor pointing up at him.

“C’mon, we have a while to Pabu.” Kix followed the other back into the Marauder, and it wasn’t long before Wrecker had them up and heading toward the planet. He left the ship into Echo’s care, the other having woken from his rest to make sure they arrived in one piece.

“You should go to sleep too,” Echo said after settling into his seat, trying not to look at the other captain’s chair to his direct left.

“I’ll be fine.” Kix was seated on the floor, finally removing his helmet once he was sure Wrecker was gone. Thick black hair was tousled from being awkwardly compressed in his helmet, but the medic didn’t seem to care as he slicked it back enough to look presentable.

“Never figured you one for long hair,” Echo commented, and Kix shrugged, looking down at the helmet in his hands. He seemed to have painted his once-white armor a dark grey, the faded marks of the 501st outlined with red to accentuate what was left, the pattern continuing along his entire set of armor and familiar medical bag. His regulation belt had been replaced with a leather version, carrying space for more medical supplies and ammo reserves, the magazines matching the long-range rifle he had boarded with.

“Didn’t much see the effort of keepin’ it short anymore.” Kix shrugged, glancing up when Echo turned to face him fully.

“Go grab a blanket, small console under the gunner’s seat.” Kix opened his mouth to argue, but Echo pointed with a firm glare. The clone did as ordered, and upon his return, sits with his back against Echo’s seat, head reclining back against the others’ metallic leg. Kix remembers when they all had lost Echo after the Citadel, and the utter sadness and rage he felt when Fives cried out in despair. He remembers going to his barracks once they had returned to Coruscant, and holding in his screams of anger and heartbreak until he locked the door behind him, throwing a random table so hard in his rage he dented one of the walls. Kix remembers when the rage finally left, and he just curled up in his bed miserably until Jesse stubbornly forced the lock and pulled his cot next to Kix’s. To sit here now, able to hear Echo breathing as he guided the ship to Pabu with his scomp hand, and rested his other hand on top of Kix’s head?

It’s the first time Kix doesn’t dream of his dead brothers when he finally passes out from exhaustion.

---------------------- It’s so warm, yet cold.

Curious

It’s blue when dazed eyes slowly open, just pure blue no matter where they look.

Was it supposed to be blue?

Well, what was it exactly? Death? Life?

It was hard to pinpoint what exactly should or shouldn’t be blue, and just when the answer might come to mind, everything goes dark .

------------------------ The jostling of the Marauder landing wakes Kix, and for a moment he doesn’t recognize where he is. Shaking his head as he sits up, it hits the medic that he’s with Echo when a familiar face comes into view.

“Welcome to the land of the living.” The smile he has is weak, and the medic is hoisted to his feet without effort. Slipping on his helmet, Kix follows Echo out of the cockpit and down the extended ramp, blinking at the bright sunlight that met them. From what he can see past the monolithic tower just behind the ship, there is just a beautiful ocean that seemed to stretch past the horizon for eternity, the gentle smell of the ocean making its way past his helmet's filters.

“You’re lying!” A heartbroken voice slices through the gentle picture, and Kix turns to see Hunter holding a woman in his arms. She looked furious as she gripped his arms tight, as if trying so hard not to believe the news Hunter had given to her, but the tears filling her eyes betrayed everything.

“I’m sorry.” Wrecker placed a hand on her back, and it was not hard to see the guilt written on his face.

“We’re sorry Phee.” Echo joins the group, and Kix watches as the woman just slumps against Hunter, not making a single noise as she processes the news. The medic wanders off to give the group some privacy, traveling to the edge of the large platform to gaze out at the massive town below. He pulls down his rangefinder when some sort of Imperial cargo craft parked on an expanse of the far coast catches his attention, and after glancing back at the small group behind him still in mourning, he decides to go and investigate.

The island denizens seem a little nervous about the medic, but he just waves and says nothing as he heads toward his goal. The area where the ship was located seemed to have been turned into a large makeshift camp, several tents erected around the ship. There were a few clones milling around, all of them tensing when Kix rounded into view, and for a moment they just looked at each other.

“Who’re you?” One of them asks, and Kix removes his helmet to put them at ease.

“Kix.” He maintains eye contact with the first one who had spoken and is glad to see no one going for weapons. “Imperial?”

“No.” The anger in the response settles Kix’s nerves, and he watches as a few more clones emerge from the ship in curiosity, each of them looking haggard and wary.

“You’re a medic right?” One of them asks, and Kix knows he’s seen the man before, but couldn’t recall from where. “We have wounded.”

“Lead on.” He sees the way a lot of the men are relieved to hear his response, and whatever misgivings Kix had faded away as he’s led into the ship. There are several men either lying in cots from the island or sitting against walls in the main storage bay, and Kix takes in the sight before looking around for any supplies. There are a bunch of crates pushed aside, but Kix doubted they had anything to help. “What do you have?”

“Not much, but the islanders have offered to give us whatever we need.” The familiar man spoke, and Kix set his helmet aside on a crate-turned table before tying his hair back from his face.

“Get whatever they’re willing to give, I need just about everything.” He commanded, before pausing. “We’ve met before…?”

“Feedback, formerly 41st scout battalion.” He replied, and Kix nodded as it came to him. “I’ll see what I can find for you, sir.”

With that, Kix lost himself in work that was familiar, and comforting in a strange way. The soldiers here had clearly escaped from the Empire recently, a lot of the wounds older and requiring little work on his side, while others had been poorly handled to just keep the injured alive. One by one, Kix worked his way through the injured, assuring them in mando’a they would recover, slipping into a routine he never thought would be possible ever again. One clone, in particular, had the worst injuries, some sort of commander judging by the way he was given a private storage room and constantly checked in on. Kix had to eventually lock the door so he could have enough room to tend to the man, honestly surprised he was still alive going this long without proper care.

It’s dusk by the time Kix emerges from the ship, wiping some sweat from his forehead as he steps out for some fresh air. A large bonfire was going on the beach, some sort of creature slowly being roasted as several of his brothers sat around and talked amongst themselves, and for a moment Kix could just imagine being back with the 501st. It’s fleeting, those memories never stay long these days, and Kix takes a seat on a nearby crate to just gaze out at the ocean. He’s eventually roused from his thoughts when various clones tense, Echo and the others finally having come to check out the crew for themselves.

“We’re all good here.” Kix waved, and can see the way Echo loosens his stance in relief. Hunter doesn’t seem as convinced, but Wrecker grins and marches forward with some crates he had carried down from elsewhere.

“I brought a gift!” The crates are each full of fresh fruit and clean clothes, which are doled out with weak smiles and happy chatter among the former Imperial soldiers. “Heard you lot don’t really talk to everyone else here.”

”Not really a surprise.” One man shrugs, holding the mango in his hands like it’s some valuable work of art.

“If it wasn’t for Crosshair and Mayday, we’d still be slaves.” Another man comments, and Hunter sucks in a breath.

“You know Crosshair?!” Wrecker and Echo both look at the man who had spoken, who seemed surprised they knew him as well.

“He’s the reason we rebelled. He and Mayday almost died because of some idiot. The Empire took Crosshair, and even though Mayday was still breathing, ordered us to abandon him.”

“What did we do? Killed all of their shiny new troopers and bailed.” Another clone spoke up, clearly pleased by what they had done. “Fuck ‘em, we’re done leavin’ our own behind.”

“Hear that one.” Wrecker nodded, taking in a slow breath as he watched Hunter flick through a hundred different emotions. It wasn’t visible to the regs, but he’d known his brother long enough to see the microexpressions of shame and anxiety rippling through his leader. Those same emotions swirled in his own head, but Wrecker couldn’t focus on those emotions, not now, not when he needed to be strong for his brothers.

“Did any of you hear where they took him?” Echo asked, and most of them shook their heads.

“If we did, we would have gone after him.” The first man spoke up, clearly unhappy with what had transpired as his brothers nod in agreement.

“If we told you guys we’re lookin’ for him, would you help us get him back?” All eyes turned to Wrecker, who looked hopeful for the first time in weeks.

“Without question.” One stood up, giving a salute.

“Same here, we owe him our lives.” Another stood, the small group he had been seated with rising a second later. It’s not long before every single clone has risen to their feet, each and every one of them determined to help save the man who helped themselves. The touching moment is ruined when someone emerges from the ship, scanning the area for Kix.

“Sir, our commander is awake!” The medic gets to his feet almost instantly, and heads into the ship with Hunter close on his heels, the large group around them bursting into excited chatter. The tracker is dismayed to see even more men resting in the cargo hold, and wonders how the hell they had escaped with so many wounded. Kix turns into a barracks-turned private room, and hovers in the doorway as the medic kneels down beside the sole occupant. He had clearly taken a beating, Hunter could hear mending broken bones scraping against each other with each breath.

“When did we get a medic?” The commander groaned, blearily looking straight up after Kix checked his eyes and pulse.

“About five hours ago. You’re lucky to still be alive, I don’t know how you survived being crushed like this.” Kix gives a small grin. “You gotta name?”

“Mayday. Is Crosshair here?” Mayday wheezed slightly when Kix pressed a cool device to his skin, listening to his breathing.

“No, the Empire has him,” Hunter responded, and Mayday looked down to see the man.

“What?” Mayday sighed, and cursed a bit in mando’a. “Why didn’t he just leave me…”

“What happened?” Hunter enters the room and stands by the bed so Mayday didn’t have to crane his neck.

“The usual. Some Imperial prick ordered us to go after some damned crates, and an avalanche ended up crushin’ me against a rock.” Mayday shrugged, and immediately wheezed at the pain. “Don’t know why he didn’t leave me behind.”

“He can be stubborn,” Hunter muttered, and Mayday shook his head.

“I take it you’re from the 99 squad…knew he was lying.” The other muttered, and Hunter wasn’t surprised to hear Crosshair had done so. “Tell me something, why weren’t you with him?”

“We…” Hunter glanced away, finding the floor suddenly fascinating. “It’s a long story.”

“Yea…yea I get that. Have a few myself.” The space fell silent for some time, Kix eventually standing once he had finished his examinations.

“The bacta is doing what it can, but you’re not going to be mobile for at least another week, two if you’re lucky,” Mayday grumbled, but was glad to hear it could be sooner than he figured it would take. The medic packed up his gear and headed out, leaving Hunter and Mayday in the room staring at each other.

“Was Crosshair…was he alright?” The question came so easily, one that Hunter had been dying to ask for so long.

“He was tired , underneath that warm and cuddly exterior.” Mayday chuckled, and Hunter couldn't help but shake his head. “I heard him beg for help, and felt the way he held me before he grabbed my gun. I’ve been around a long time to know that desperation, and…he didn’t fight back.”

It felt like the warm and pleasant air was suddenly sucked from the room, Hunter’s heart pounding as his lungs screamed for air. Crosshair never pleaded, never begged, and yet he had…because they abandoned him.

“You’re going after him, right?” Mayday asked, and he waited for Hunter to look at him. He can see the emotions he felt when every single one of his squad died, and knows the burden he now shoulders.

“I’m not going to stop looking until I find him.” The Batcher snarled, and Mayday was impressed.

“Good, good.” The drugs are slowly pulling the commander back to sleep, and he reaches out to snatch Hunter’s shirt when the other moves to leave. “Whatever happened, it’s all in the past for him now.”

“...I know, I never stopped loving him.” With that Hunter steps out, and Mayday lets sleep claim him.

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It’s early morning when the communicator beeps, and Rex wants to sigh in frustration.

So much for sleep.

The frustration fades when Echo’s familiar communique number flashes and the captain forgoes getting dressed to answer it as soon as possible.

“Rex?” Echo smiled a little at seeing his old friend. “You need a haircut.”

“So I keep hearing.” The leader sighed and rolls his eyes. “Good to see you.”

“I’m not the only one here Rex,” Echo replied, and the tone in his voice has Rex instantly on edge.

“Echo? Is something wrong?” As usual, a million different scenarios run through his head, and the one thing that didn’t come to mind was Echo moving to have someone else come into view.

“Rex? You’re alive?” Rex’s eyes went wide, and the shirt he had hastily grabbed fell to the floor of his temporary shelter.

“ Kix ?” Memories of another loss flash in his mind, remembering when the medic had vanished shortly before they had rescued Echo.

“It’s good to see you, sir.” Kix smiled, and Rex couldn't help but let out a laugh as he stared at his friend.

“I know we can’t talk long, but you deserved to know.” Echo could be heard just out of view, and Rex could easily picture the way Echo was most likely smiling. “I also have news, we may have some information on the whereabouts of Omega and Crosshair.”

“You do?” Rex grabbed his nearest datapad as the other comm was set on a table, Rex able to see the two in what looked like the Marauder's cockpit.

“I’m still decrypting the information we received, but I am hopeful. If it does give us what we’re looking for…Rex, we could free hundreds of clones.” Echo remembered going through the transfer logs, and felt ill at seeing so many men being sent to their deaths or worse.

“What are we saying here, a full retrieval?” Rex asked, and Echo nodded without hesitation. “That’s going to take time to organize…” “I know…we found some defectors who have already offered to help, but we’ll need more hands. Wherever they are, we’re going to bring the whole place down.” Rex nodded, and already his mind was racing with ideas and quickly forming plans.

“I’ll get started right away, and I’ll be in contact. Oh, and Kix? You have no idea how happy I am to see you.” Kix gave a soft smile, and leaned forward in his seat.

“You too Captain, you too.” A moment later the hologram fades out, and Kix stares at the space where Rex had been.

“Are you going to be alright?” Kix nodded, and the two sat in silence for a moment, before Echo straightens.

“I need to keep working on the data.” He had only scratched the surface of what Fennec had recovered and knew it was going to be one of many long nights.

“Then I’ll make myself comfortable.” The medic shrugged, and moved to take a seat on the floor as Echo got to work. As the ARC trooper worked, he filled Kix in on everything he had missed, and in turn, Kix did the same, the sun slowly setting as they talked late into the night.

Finally, things were starting to go their way.

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior * Bad Batch Edition

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Chapter Four - Nerf Nuggets

Finally back on the ship we are all able to take a deep breath. Hunter looks back from the pilot seat and I nod at him. I turn to Tech, "Did you want help properly setting that?" I ask gesturing to his leg. "What happened?" Wrecker asks. "It's a rather long story and yes, I'll take the help" Tech replies. He throws an arm over my shoulder and I help him to where they keep the med supplies. He sits down and begins to take off his armor, while I dig through the closet. I pull out a batca patch - which honestly will do nothing but hopefully help with the pain - and supplies to set his leg. "You were a great help to us today" he says holding the support in place while I apply the tape around his leg. "I'm sure you guys would have been fine without me. You seem quite capable" I quirk a brow, quoting him from earlier. He laughs but it cut off by a grunt of pain. "Ni ceta (sorry)" I say not realizing how rough I might be, being. "It's quite alright" he says pushing his goggles back up on his face. "You should be all good now" I say finishing up. "Thanks again" he says looking up at me from his seat. "Ba'gedet'ye (You're welcome)" I nod. I help Tech to his bunk so he can relax.

I grab my buy'ce (helmet) off the bunk - well Hunter's bunk - that I was offered. I hear loud scorning and turn to see Wrecker passed out, one leg off the bed and an arm over his face. I laugh and head towards the cockpit. Echo and Hunter quiet when I approach. "Don't stop just because I'm here" I joke. Echo looks at me and smiles before getting up, "You can sit here, I'm going to try and get some rest." I nod at him as he goes. Curious about the more quiet one I can't help but take a seat. I study the side of his face I can see - which truth be told - he's not bad looking. He's got longer brown hair, 5 o'clock shadow, honey brown eyes that could pierce your soul, but part of me wishes it was the otherside of his face....the tattoo, Maker it's so attractive. He shifts - probably feeling uncomfortable because I'm staring, "Echo told me....What you did for them...for Omega." I look forward and lean back in the chair. "It was what anyone would have done" I say matter of factly. He gives me a look out of the corner of his eye, but I notice he doesn't look away. I close my eyes and tip my head back. Now whose staring. "Something I can do for you Sarge?" I ask a playful smile dancing across my face. Another moment of silence goes by, I open my eyes and glance in his direction, this time he's looking forward. I close my eyes again and end up falling asleep.

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When I wake up, I'm staring at the grey ceiling. Uh alright this is definitely not where I remembered being before I fell asleep. I roll over noticing I'm on a bunk....Hunter's bunk. How in Haran (hell) did I get here? I wracked my brain but don't remember getting up or laying on a bunk. I hop down and look around noticing 1) We've landed on Ord Mantell and 2) the ships empty. I grab my few belongings and off the ship. Still none of the clones in sight so I decide to head to CID's. Maker Cid is not going to be happy. I'm also not going to get paid now. Osik (shit).

I head down the steps into the Cantina and for once this place is quiet. I see Omega and Wrecker playing Dejarik, Echo and Tech are talking to Hunter. Omega is the first one to notice me, "There she is! I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get up!". Thankfully I have my buy'ce (Helmet) on otherwise I probably would look like an animal in speeder headlights. I can't honestly say the last time I slept that good. I could use a shower though. I head over to Hunter, "Where's Cid? She's probably pissed." As if on que she comes bursting from her office, "Alright lets get to work here shall we. Oh look who finally decided to join us." She says putting he hands on her hips. "That last job wasn't on us-" I start before she cuts me off. "I know, I know but I've got something else." "Who says I want another job?" I sass. "You technically still owe me" Cid gives me a nasty look. "Fine" I say following her. "You too, Bandana. I've got a job for you two. Should be easy enough." Cid gestures at Hunter.

"This one is easy I promise. All I need you two to do, is pick up 50 cases of Nerf nuggets and get them to their destination." Cid explains. "You're joking right.....You want him - a highly trained clone with enhance senses - and me - a skilled Mandalorian warrior - to make a milk run?" I sass gesturing between Hunter and myself. He huffed out small laugh I almost missed. "Don't you think thats over kill?" I think about it for a second "You know what? Never mind I'm sure it's as bad as it sounds. But please continue." Cid gives me a look, "You'll need to leave tonight to pick them up. Here are the details." She hands Hunter a datapad with the information on it. "To think we could just relax for one day" I shake my head. "Alright now get out" Cid says being....well...Cid. Hunter and I leave her officer and the rest of the group gathers around. "Where are you guys going? Can we come with you?" Omega asks trying to see what's on the datapad. "No, Raven and I are leaving tonight we should be back in 2 rotations. Stay here and stay out of trouble" Hunter commands the group. "Roger" Omega says sadly. She throws her arms around me, "Stay safe okay?" She says looking up at me. Her actions caught me by surprise, I pat her on the back - with my buy'ce under the other arm - "I'll be fine. Besides I've got Bandana here as a copilot." Hunter scoffs at the nickname.

I get myself cleaned up in one of the spare rooms Cid has upstairs. Feeling refreshed I come back down to catch up with Hunter and we argue over whose ship we are going to take, who is going to pilot, and who is going to be 'on the ground' to make contact - Literally thats the most I've heard him talk since I've been here. Which ended in me...here...in dark grey skinny jeans, combat boots, a fitted maroon tank top, and black leather jacket - not that I'm entirely complaining because this outfit feels great - it's just not beskar. I come back out of the fresher with my armor in a backpack slung over my shoulder, pulling my hair out of the braid, grumbling. "You're so pretty" Omega says stopping me in my tracks. My long blonde hair falls in my face and I give the group - who is now staring - a nervous smile. Omega looks at her brothers who have said nothing, "Doesn't she?" She prods. "Pretty...cool!" Wrecker says loudly patting me on the shoulder as he continues by. The others go back to what they were doing but Hunter is still starting, "This gunna work for you Sarge?" I ask, wondering if there's a problem. "Uh, yeah. That's fine" he says trying to act relaxed. I quirk a brow at him, "We should probably get going."

Hunter says his goodbyes and we head to the Marauder. I settle in, putting my backpack where Omega sleeps before taking the co-pilot seat. I watch as Hunter programs the hyperdrive and preps the ship to take off. We sit in silence for a while and I watch as Ord Mantell becomes smaller and smaller until we are out of the atmosphere. "All of this for her huh?" I ask trying to break the silence. He hums in response, "She's just a kid. She deserves to have the life of one." I smile to myself, "That's very noble of you. But I still don't get why you don't just disappear. Head to some back word and lay low." He sighs, "None of us know life outside of war." I choose to say nothing more knowing I'm really in no place to judge. "So, what's your story?" Hunter asks out of the blue. "My story?", "Yeah, I'm sure you've heard ours. So what's yours?" He asks again looking over at me. I look down for a second and pick and my fingernails. "It's not something anyone really knows but Cid. I'm sure you can imagine how far that got me." He huffs out a small laugh, "All too well." "I guess neither of us would be here if you didn't" I say tucking the stands of hair that keep falling in my face, behind my ear.

I sigh and lean back in the chair. Hunter is till eyeing me - probably because I never answered his questions. If I want him to trust me I should just tell him. I mean what do I have to lose. "My story....well, I was born and raised on Mandalore. I lived there most of my life, until I was old enough to start taking on bounty hunting jobs. When the clone wars started things on my planet weren't that great so I left for a short time. When I returned Maul had taken over and things gotten way out of hand. I chose to stay and fight with some of the clans that were left. At the end of the war, after Maul was captured....." I stop wipping the tear that I didn't even realize had fallen, off my face. "I left Mandalore for a small planet in the outer rim. Anymore I don't even remember what I was doing at the time, but when I came back.....everything....everyone was gone. The Empire.....they killed them all and left our cities, our homes in ruins." I pull my knees to my chest remembering the lifeless armor. Hunter lets out a deep sigh, that sounded like it was full of pain. I picked my head up from my lap and looked over. A piece of hair fell in my face. Hunter reached over, gently brushing his fingers over my cheek bone, pushes it behind my ear. It's so funny how someone who could be so intimidating is so.....so....caring.

The Marauder makes a noise like it's preparing to come out of hyper space. This breaks up the moment - whatever you want to call it - we were having. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I excuse myself to the fresher. I splash water on my face and compose myself. Feeling about as composed as possible I head out of the fresher and stand at the top of the ramp waiting for it to lower. “You good?” Hunter asks, sounding a little concerned. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.” Hunter nods at me and lowers the ramp. The light takes my eyes a second to adjust, I head down the ramp and am immediately met by a short man with a datapad. He seems to be making a comparison. “You must be Cid’s pick up person” he says craning his neck to look up at me. “Where are the cases?” I ask. “Getting ready to be loaded, they’ll be here any second” the man eyes me.

We both stand there in silence. I place my hand over one of my blasters, “I’m getting impatient, Where are the cases?” I ask again trying to make a point. The man fumbles with the datapad and seems to be trying to make a call. “What’s going on out there?” Hunter asks over our comms. I raise my vambrace - which is under my coat sleeve - to my mouth, “Not sure, checking on it now. I’ll keep you updated.” So much for a milk run. “Something is wrong. I can’t get a hold of my men. There are bandits you know, they steal stuff. Anything!” He man says frantically. “Hunter, we’ve got a problem. you’re gunna wanna come out here.” “Roger.”

Hunter comes down the ramp. “So much for a milk run” he teases me and I roll my eyes. “What seems to be the problem?” He asks the man. The man explains what he just did to me but this time he tells us where the cases were coming from. “Great we can track it from there” I suggest. Hunter doesn’t say anything but I follow his gaze, “Oh, no, I don’t think so. I’m driving.” He looks at me “Nice try. I’ll be driving us.” I quirk a brow at him, “I swear you like arguing with me.” “Do not”, “Do too”, “I’m still driving and that’s an order”, “Orders only work on your men!” I say, thinking I’ve finished the argument before heading over to the speeder bike. I get on - in the front- so Hunter is forced to get on behind me, or so I thought. Before I know it he has picked me up, placed me gently back on the ground and climbed on the bike. “You coming?” He asks. I huff an annoyed sigh and he laughs. I - reluctantly - climb on behind him, snaking my arms around his waist. Hmm maybe I did get the better end of the deal. I try not to lean in too close - so it’s not obvious - and breath in his musky scent. He takes a turn a little too fast and I bear hug his core tight as to not fall off. I feel him let out a deep laugh. “For a Mandalorian, I figure’d this would be more fun” he shouts so I can hear. “Yeah, well typically I prefer to be driving!” I shout back.

He pulls the bike to a screeching halt and I hop off collecting myself from that ride. Hunter half smiles at me, “I don’t wanna hear it” I wave him off. We begin our search of the area. Both of us assumed they had been intercepted on their way to us, but we had to be sure. “Sure enough we were right, cases aren’t here” I think out loud. “They must have been intercepted, we’ll follow their route to the Marauder and see what we find on the way” Hunter tells me. I just give him a look. “What?” He asks. “Seriously, I’m driving this time” I say putting my hands on my hips. “Fine” is all he says, before heading back to the bike. ‘Fine’ that’s it, no argument. What’s his deal?

We speed down the roadways until suddenly Hunter reaches past me and grabs the handle bar, turning the bike and pulling the break. We both tumble off and before I can even stand up, Hunter is grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to cover. I give him a nasty look and am about to go off on him when he covers my mouth and pressed himself against me so we are hidden behind the wall. After a moment he lets go, “You di’kut! (fool) You could have gotten us killed!” I whisper yell. “There was someone watching. They were waiting for us” he says, breath fanning over my face. In this moment, being that he is so close to me I realize he’s about 4 inches taller than me. I look back and forth from his eyes, they are a beautiful brown with honey gold swirled through them and I’m pretty sure they pierce my soul. He steps back, realizing we are still close. “Sorry” he says quickly. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, “We should probably tail them”, “Yeah good idea”.

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The Gym Membership - Part 14 (Echo)

Summary: Echo meets his instructor; Mel and Wrecker have a discussion with Tech; Hunter and Zaina go on a date

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Sorry for not uploading last week, had a four-day migraine that started Friday and lasted until today. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this chapter for Echo, even though it’s not Echo heavy, it’s just laying the groundwork.

Thank you all for showing this story so much love.

Love oo

Warnings: Dancing, flirting, teasing, mentions of alcohol, kissing, discussion of illness, discussions of marriage, I think that’s it, if I miss any please let me know.

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Echo entered the dance hall, waiting outside the studio watching through the glass door as the current class was finishing up their routine.

He could hear the instructor’s directions as clear as day as he stood just outside of the door, but he couldn’t see her as yet as she was standing behind a stack of chairs. He snuck in quietly, standing by the wall, as she called out corrections to the twenty younglings dancing a very intricate and mesmerizing routine.

They were all beautifully in-sync, any corrections the instructor was offering were ones that an expert with years of experience could pick out. She clearly was a brilliant instructor if all the trophies in the display were anything to go by, realizing how impressive she was suddenly made him feel nervous and unsure of himself.

“Justin! I told you to stop dropping your shoulder!”

Her voice pulled Echo out of his contemplation, as the instructor moved into the centre to speak to one of the taller younglings.

“How many times have I told you, if you drop your shoulder while your partner is seated, you’ll injure not only yourself but them as well. You gotta keep your shoulder up and steady.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Austin” the young man rubbed the back of his neck.

Echo couldn’t believe his eyes, it was the woman from the grocery store, he watched as she let out a sigh, and shook her head, patting the teenager on his shoulder.

“I know you are, but apologies only go so far, Justin. I need you to try harder okay.” The kid simply nodded as she offered him a warm smile, “Alright everyone, let’s call it a day. Remember to hit the gym and everyone do your stretches every day. There’s only three and a half weeks left to the recital, I want everyone to remember your steps, make them second nature. We’ll be discussing costumes next week, we’re going to do measurements then as well. If anyone needs extra help, you know my number.”

There was a myriad of thank you’s, good-byes, and promises to try harder for their next class. He was impressed watching these kids who were from what he could tell looked to be around Omega’s age, between 12 to 16 years old, showing an incredible amount of respect and consideration to this woman who looked so different from the woman he met a week ago. At the grocery store, she seemed - - Echo leaned against the wall smirking, she definitely didn’t seem to have such a commanding presence at the store.

While she was taking control of her class correcting them with her kind yet stern voice, she reminded him of his Captain from his days with the 75th Rangers. He really missed his crew at that moment, he missed Hardcase’s antics, Jessie’s reassuring presence, Dogma’s strict and regimented way of doing everything by the book, Tup’s ever inquisitive mind. More importantly at that moment, he missed his twin brother Fives. He missed them all.

Speaking of his Captain, he hadn’t talked to his cousin, Rex, in a few months. He really needed to make an effort to reach out to him, Fives had always admired him ever since their first deployment to the Rishi base. Who was he kidding, he respected Rex to the bitter end too, a good man through and through. He watched as she was joking with a few of the students too, that’s when it struck him, she had a similar energy to Fives.

It was a few minutes later, when everyone had left and it was just the two of them, he made a point to let his presence be known. He cleared his throat as he walked closer to her.

“Excuse me, Ms. Austin?”

I turned to see the man who not only impressed me with his banter but had one of the nicest and warmest smiles I had ever seen in a long time. It bothered me I hadn’t gotten his name or phone number that day in the grocery store. I couldn’t hide the smile that graced my lips.

“You’re Echo Fett? My new student?”

At seeing his smile again, my heart began to flutter, my pulse began to race, come on pull yourself together, woman.

He chuckled as her eyes widened as she took him in, Echo felt his heart beat faster, his hand began to feel clammy, he subtly wiped his hand behind his back. He had to admit she looked even prettier than the first day he met her; her skin seemed to glow from the exercise, her eyes shone brightly, even the way her hair framed her face made her features more striking. Echo felt as though he just met someone who was going to change his life, whether for the better or worse, only time would tell.

“Yes. I’m Echo Fett”

“So …” I began smirking as I moved closer to him, remembering our conversation at the grocery store, “Did you end up giving your grapes a warrior’s funeral? After all they did die bravely in battle.”

He let out a chuckle of pure delight as he looked at me, “Yes, in fact they were quite good with my yogurt”

“Well as long as they had a proper send off”

“Oh they definitely did, all the way to the toilet”

I couldn’t help giggle at his response, there was something to say about a man who had a delightful sense of humour. “A proper flush of appreciation, I see” Echo chuckled a belly laugh, but now was not the time to focus on the warm sensation I felt. I needed to pull myself together, after all he was here to learn how to dance. I cleared my throat, hoping to get my mind back on the subject at hand “I understand you’re wanting to take some dance classes as part of your physio? I received the referral from Dr. Azi, but the details were a little spotty.”

“Yeah, Dr. Azi is like that”

“Wanna take a seat and tell me more” I motioned to a pair of chairs the kids had used during one of their dance routines.

Echo simply nodded as he headed over to the chairs, “With the new prosthetics, I’m wanting to see how far I can push it, especially with my brother’s wedding coming up, I want to be able to dance with the fam, you know” Echo shook his head, ‘fam’? Really? When did he ever use words like fam? “There’s a traditional dance we do at family weddings, I want to be able to join in with my family during the dance.”

“That’s understandable. We can certainly do our best to get you ready. Now, clearly you have danced the traditional dances before, but other than that have you danced?”

“Not professionally or anything, but before my injury, I would hit the clubs on a somewhat regular basis”

“Really? Would have loved to see you on the dance floor.” I could feel my face flush, I shook my head focusing back on the fact this was an assessment, not a date. “Alright, best way to assess where you are at, and how the prosthetics move is for me to see you dance” I stood, moving away from him and headed to the speakers.

“Sounds good, what do you want me to … break dance or …”

I stopped and turned to look at him, “I’m sorry, did you say break dance?”

“Yeah. Well I can, mind you I’m not that good. Even before my injury.”

“How about we start this slow, let’s start with a Waltz, and go from there.” I focused back on the music selection, getting the selection I wanted.

“By the way can I get your name?”

“Oh right, sorry.” I answered over my shoulder, “It’s Sofie. Sofie Fett … I mean Austin. Sofie Austin”

Echo’s mouth gaped open at hearing her mistake, his face felt heated, butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep him from chuckling out loud.

I kept my face turned away from him focusing on the speaker, I didn’t need to make a bigger fool of myself than I already had. I turned on Dimitri Shostakovich’s Waltz No. 2 to begin with, ignoring the smirk on Echo’s face. I cleared my throat as I moved closer to him again.

“Since this is for a wedding, we’ll start with some classical wedding waltzes, from there we’ll move into foxtrot, swing, rumba, cha cha, just basic beginners stuff. Waltz’s are highly popular ballroom dance, it’s a smooth dance that moves you and your partner around the room. It’s also a closed position dance, meaning you and your partner hold and face each other while dancing.”

“Mmhmm, I see” Echo stood, heading to the open area holding his hands up for Sofie to step in, “I take it we’re just going to gloss over the whole Sofie Fett situation?”

“Hmm … what … oh look the music started, okay here we go”

Echo simply smirked as he guided this amazingly charming woman around the dance floor. She was definitely going to change his future, and hopefully for the better.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Tech was floored by the information he had just heard from Mel and Wrecker, he had to take a minute to truly comprehend what had been said. Was this a joke he wasn’t understanding? Were Crosshair and Omega going to jump out of a closet, laughing? He definitely must have misunderstood and didn’t comprehend the statement they had made.

“Let me see if I understood, you are telling me, the two of you …” Tech motioned between his vod and vod- o'- raor (sister-in-lawi) “… are forfeiting your wedding?” If he was correct about his assumption, it would explain why he was by himself, not that Kamarie would have been able to meet up. She was getting worse as the days and weeks progressed, after much discussion, she had finally relented to working three days a week. Thankfully, today she was resting.

“Well …” Mel looked at Wrecker, there was so much being said in those eyes of hers, Wrecker understood his riduur better than he ever thought possible. She had been concerned Wrecker would take her suggestion the wrong way, and no doubt hearing Tech use the word forfeit he would have understood it to mean she had changed her mind about committing to him. He could see how her mind was racing a thousand miles and hour, he squeezed her hand reassuring her in his own way that was the last thing he thought. Truthfully, he couldn’t help chuckle at his brother’s word ‘forfeit,’ is that really the word he needed to use, Mel cleared her throat before continuing, “I wouldn’t necessarily say forfeit, I mean we are gifting you a wedding. We are still very much committed to each other and wanting to be together.”

“Anyone who see the two of you together understands the commitment the two of you … the three of you have made to each other. What I mean to say is, are you not having a ceremony?” Tech clarified his statement, he never meant to say anything that would have made Mel feel uncomfortable or saddened. He glanced at Mel, who gave him a kind smile, indicating she held no ill will to him, he gave a simple nod. His way of showing his appreciation towards her.

“Oh no, we are, but we’ve decided to do a civil wedding, just go to City Hall and do the paperwork there.” Wrecker offered, as he placed a kiss on Mel’s temple, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side.

“When will you be performing the civil wedding?” Perhaps this was something Kamarie and Tech could organize and prepare for them, as a way to say thank you for the amazing thoughtful gift they were going to give the two of them.

“In about a week or so, since there’s no need for any extravagance” Wrecker smirked, “I could just show up in my sweats …”

“Wrecker, you show up in your sweats and I’ll beat you with my fists, however ineffectual it might be” Mel held up her tiny fists against Wrecker’s massive chest.

“I’m joking, cyar’ika. I’ll wear the suit I bought.”

“Good”

“However, that means you have to wear the dress you bought”

“Well…” Mel held up her finger, “See … here’s the thing, do I need to wear a wedding dress?”

“If I’m wearing a suit, then you’re wearing a wedding dress, it’ll be all the more enjoyable when I help you out of it later” he wiggled his eyebrows, while Tech rolled his eyes at his brother.

She cleared her throat as her face blushed at his insinuation “Fine.”

Mel shifted her focus from her cyare to Tech, “Back to the subject at hand, we hadn’t sent out any wedding invites, so what we’re going to do is just have a dance party maybe in a month or two, just let everyone dance it out. Which means there’s plenty of time for you and Kamarie to decide how you guys want to plan this, if you want a small thing or if you even want a big venue. If you want to go all out or keep it simple, whatever you guys decide, we’re willing to help.”

“I was under the impression you had put a deposit down on a venue”

“We were suppose to” Wrecker began, “However, Mel came up with the idea of turning our wedding into one for you and Kamarie, and we realized there was no point putting a deposit down on a venue you may not want. However, rather than letting it go completely we simply told them we needed some extra time to decide, and they agreed to hold the date we had already chosen for another two weeks.”

Tech rubbed his forehead, letting out a huff, “Let me see if I understand this correctly, I just bought the ring, and you both decided that what was best for Kamarie and myself was to have a giant wedding, when I don’t even know if she’ll say yes.”

Wrecker looked at Mel, as fear and worry began to settle in his heart and stomach, had they overstepped? They simply wanted to give Tech and Kamarie a chance to have something they both clearly wanted. What if Kamarie took offence to the gesture, what if she felt they were forcing her into this?

Mel rubbed Wrecker’s hand, soothing his growing anxiety, she could feel how his hand tightened on her waist, how his breath quickened, and how his hand was getting clammy, “We’re not forcing you into anything,” she clarified before everyone began running with the wrong idea. “All we are offering and saying, is that it’s available if you want it. If not that’s fine, we can book and organize according to what you and Kamarie want, Tech. If you decide you don’t want this, no big deal and we can do something else. If you both decide you do, then it’s there and available and we want to help you both. We just wanted to alleviate any sort of burden or stress for you … the both of you.”

She pinched her nose in frustration, she hadn’t even realized that this may be something that neither Tech nor Kamarie had wanted; yet, something told her it was exactly what Kamarie needed. “All we want Tech is for you and Kamarie to have the wedding of your dreams, however you see it, if that’s something you want. We know she’s struggling. We know you’re struggling. Things are going to get harder and we want to be here for the both of you. If we …” Mel motioned between her and Wrecker, “… have overstepped in someway, shape or form, please accept our deepest apologies …” her hand rested against her chest, “… we simply want to be here to help the both of you, however and whatever way you’ll let us.”

Tech nodded, subtly wiping a tear that had been forming against his will, he cleared his throat. Truthfully, things were getting more and more stressful, he wanted to marry Kamarie, he wanted to make that commitment with her, yet seeing how she struggled more and more with each breath, made him feel conflicted about wanting to take the next step, and whether or not it was something Kamarie would have actually wanted.

“Thank you. I’ll …” he cleared his throat again as he felt his throat tightened, “Allow me some time to discuss this with Kamarie. However, thank you for the suggestion.”

Before either Wrecker or Mel realized what was happening, Tech had wrapped his arms around the both of them, pulling them into one of the tightest hugs they had received.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Crosshair’s eyes roved over the photo album he had, his days back on the sniper range, seemed like several life times ago.

He looked at his Sniper School Graduation photo. Beside the grad photo was the first week photo, they had started out with 25, thirteen had actually graduated, out of those thirteen, two were suffering from PTSD and were no longer able to work, five were killed in action, three were still on active duty, while the other two and himself had successfully completed their tours and were at home, living a somewhat normal civilian life. Whatever normal went for these days.

He took a sip of his whiskey, he flipped the page to his time in Afghanistan, there was one picture his eyes focused on, he was sitting at a bar, a couple of his unit were siting or hanging off him, laughing, joking, one of them was hanging off him. It was the first night they were stationed in London, before being deployed to Afghanistan.

His finger trailed over the picture, they were all so happy at that moment. Alive. Living the high life. Now … now …

Crosshair let out a long sigh, leaning back on the couch, flashbacks from his time in London started to flash in his mind, but he wouldn’t … couldn’t let himself go down that road. There would’ve been nothing bad sadness and grief. He pushed the memories away, closed the photo album a lot harder than he intended to, he rarely looked at those photos, maybe once every year, year-and-a-half.

He finished his drink as he put away his photo album, when he heard a knock on the door to his apartment. He was surprised to see Echo standing there, he looked exhausted, sweat was dripping down the side of his face, down his neck.

“You alright, vod?” He motioned for Echo to come in and sit down, he watched as his younger brother inched his way slowly. As he sat down, Crosshair watched as Echo eased back into the couch, letting out a slow breath.

“Want something to drink?” Echo rubbed his forehead nodding slowly, “Rough physio?”

Cross watched as he took in a deep breath, smirking as he glanced up to his older brother, “Rough dance class”

“Dance? Did I hear right?” He questioned as he moved towards the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water, and some snacks for his brother. Echo shifted closer to the edge of his seat as Crosshair laid the items before him. Echo didn’t even hesitate as he grabbed the bottle of water, nearly downing it in one shot. “Is your instructor a slave driver?”

He tried hard not to choke on the water he was swallowing as a laughter burst out of him. He wiped the dribble of water that inevitably sprayed out, thankfully it wasn’t a lot, it was just enough to moisten his own face “She’s not a slave driver.”

Crosshair sat down, his ankle resting on his knee, as a knowing smile graced his lips, “She? You have a female instructor?” He quirked his eyebrow.

Echo narrowed his eyes at his brother, “Why is that important?”

Cross simply shrugged as he noticed his brother becoming sterner, he loved messing with him, “Well you know dancer’s body” he wiggled his eyebrows, “What can I say? I’m a sucker for flexible women. Any chance I can meet her?”

“When Mustafar, Hell, and the sun freezes over”

“So what … a week?” He was doing his best to hide the laughter that wanted to erupt from deep within him, “Two? When you’re done your lessons?” Cross watched as Echo’s face became more and more frustrated, he couldn’t hold in his laughter any more as his voice filled the room.

“You’re a jerk”

“You’re way too easy, vod’ika. You need to toughen up”

“Whatever” Echo reached forward grabbing a grape and popping it in his mouth, he couldn’t help smirk at thinking how such a simple piece of fruit provided the best ice breaker. The more he ate the grapes the more a smile grew on his lips.

“What’s she like?” Cross shifted leaning back in his chair as he took up his whiskey again.

Echo eyed his older brother, smiling, as he took another bottle of water, bringing it to his lips; despite how annoying his older brother could be, he couldn’t wait to tell Cross about the first lesson.

- - - - - - - - - -

Omega stood at Hunter’s bedroom door smirking as she watched her dad double checking his suit, as everything was laid out, the small black box sitting prominently, he was still in his sweats. He glanced at his watch, than grabbed his phone, no doubt double checking his reservations.

“Dad, if you keep going around in circles, you’ll never meet her on time”

Hunter turned to look at his daughter, he couldn’t help smirk as he sat down on his bed, motioning for her to sit beside him. He rubbed his hands back and forth over his pants, “Omega, I wanted to talk to you before I left …”

She smiled as she noticed his hands fidget on his legs, there was a slight tremble, “Dad, I’m happy for you”

“Well she hasn’t said yes, yet”

“But I know she will”

“If this is too soon, if this is too much for you” Hunter turned to look at his daughter, “Just say the word and I’ll change my mind, and instead it’ll just be a nice romantic dinner. If you’re not ready …”

“Dad” Omega rested her hand on his shoulder, “You’ve waited long enough to let someone into your life, Zai is great for you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. She’s funnier than you”

“Hmm true”

“Prettier than you”

“Oh no doubt”

“Smarter than you”

“Don’t be cheeky”

Omega chuckled, resting her head on his shoulder, “I’m kidding. I’m really happy for you dad”

Hunter rested his head on Omega’s, “You know you’re still the light of my life”

“I know. Nothing can break up this bond” she grabbed his hand, “I want you to be happy dad, I’ve seen how happy she’s made you, and I’m sorry”

“Sorry, for what?”

“For being the reason you couldn’t …”

“Omega stop!” Hunter sat up straight, kneeling in front of his daughter, “Omega I need you to listen, the choices I made in remaining single sine your mom passed were my reasons alone. There is nothing you have to apologize for. I wanted to be there for you as often as I could. I do not apologize for making that decision and I will never want you to apologize for that either.”

Omega wiped a tear that had slipped out and hugged her dad, knowing after tonight things were going to be different for the both of them.

Two hours later, Hunter was standing in front of his mirror, wearing a dark grey suit, a light blue dress shirt and a red pocket square. He didn’t have much eye for fashion but according to Omega, he looked lit. He put the ring in his inside pocket, feeling concerned about how the conversation was actually going to progress.

“Dad you got this, so just breathe” Omega smirked as she finished tidying him up.

It was those words alone that finally allowed Hunter to take in a deep breath, all he could think about was Zaina, taking this incredible step with her. He looked one last time in the mirror and then turned to his daughter, “Well what do you think? Would I disgrace you or your mother?”

“Never in a million years. Go get her dad” Omega leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Hugging her dad, hoping the night went according to plans.

- - - - - - - - -

“This is a really fancy restaurant, ya amar” (Arabic - my moon) Zaina stated once she had finished her meal, the restaurant was quite romantic, there was a sign at the front door saying ‘no walk-ins, by reservation only,’ which of course made her wonder how much of a wait list there was, and found out when she had excused herself to the restroom that there was in fact a six month wait list to book here.

“You deserve it sarad’ika” (Little flower)

“Oh?” Zai leaned in closer to the man who had become as steady and reliable as the moon, her hand rested under her chin as a smirk appeared on her lips, Hunter wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them and kiss her lips, but this wasn’t the time for that, and if he didn’t follow the plan he had carefully thought out, the whole night was going to be ruined.

“Oh.”

Zai giggled as she looked at him, “Well then I’ll make sure to reward you later on, after all, one good deed deserves one in return.”

He felt his face flush and his heart beat quicken, he knew her all too well to know what she meant, “I’m…” he cleared his throat, “I will look forward to it.” Hunter reached forward taking her free hand in his, as his thumb stroked her knuckles, “Sarad’ika there’s something I wanted to ask you, and if I’m overstepping please let me know”

“Ya amar, you know you don’t have to ask; for you I am an open book, so go ahead, ask me anything.”

They had had discussions regarding their future before, but it was a future 20 years and sometimes even 50 years down the road, not a discussion about their current future. Things like where would Omega go to college, about Omega getting married if that’s something she wanted, about grandkids, and places to live once they both retired. Their future was always them together, but neither had spoken of marriage before.

He cleared his throat one more time, squeezing her hand before placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles, “Sarad’ika … Zai love, when we talk about the future is there anything about it that stands out to you?”

She tilted her head at him, wondering where this was coming from? Was he wanting more children? Was he thinking of finally combining both houses into one? Maybe he wanted her to quit her job? Maybe he realized he didn’t want to have a happily ever after with her, not that there was such a thing.

“What do you mean?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “I know things have been rough for you, cyare, the Rush Clovis of it all. I guess I’m just wondering, do you feel safe with me? Do you trust me?”

Zaina gave him the most loving and biggest smile she could, “With all my heart. Hunter, my sweet lovable man, you mean more to me than that man ever could. I never once gave him the honour or privilege to be called my moon. I never even gave him an arabic pet name. He was always just Rush. Nothing more. However, you … you’re my guiding force, the constant I can always turn to. In other words, I have never felt more safe or trusted anyone more than when I’m with you, ya amar.”

There was nothing more that needed to be said, Hunter stood from his chair and helped Zaina out of hers as he guided her out of the restaurant, leaving a pile of cash on the table to cover the bill and then some.

They walked along the water’s edge for almost an hour, the shore lined one side of the restaurant. They had walked far enough away, he made sure they had privacy. His hand instinctively passed over the inside pocket making sure the box was still there.

“Afraid your heart’s going to take off on you?” Zai teased as she bumped into his shoulder, her hand tightened around his.

Hunter turned to look at her, the wind was perfect, it blew her hair framing her face beautifully, her face glowed from the moonlight, this was the moment he had been waiting for, he took in a deep breath, standing in front of her holding her hand, “Been afraid of that since the moment I met you”

She looked into his eyes, trying to understand what he meant, “What do you mean?” There was a faint smile on her face as he took one step closer to her.

“Since that moment we spoke on the phone, from the first time I laid eyes on you I knew I needed you in my life. At that moment, I didn’t think I was ready, but the more time I spent with you, the more I got to know you” Hunter reached up caressing her face, “I realized how much of my heart you already have in your hand.”

“Ya amar” Zaina’s hands rested on his waist as she pulled him in closer, his forehead rested on hers, “You’ve had my heart since the moment I met you too”

Hunter pulled out the ring box hiding it in his hands, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, before stepping back and getting down on one knee.

“Hunter what are you doing?” Zai pressed a hand against her chest as Hunter held her other hand, he looked breathtaking, his hair blew in the breeze, the light blue shirt accentuating his neck muscles, the dark grey suit outlining his wide shoulders, the warmth from his hands warming her against the cold breeze.

“Zaina, cyar’ika, you’ve brought a light into my life that has been missing since Heather. I never thought in my wildest dreams there would ever be someone who could be by my side, someone who would love Omega as much as I do, who will fit with my family as crazy as it is.”

She giggled as she wiped a tear, “You’re family isn’t crazy, they’re lovable, quirky and my family too. Let’s face it I’m just as crazy as them.”

He chuckled as he wiped a tear with the back of his hand, “This is why I love you”

Her eyes widened at his statement, “That’s … that’s the first time you told me you loved me.”

“It will never be the last, Zaina, I love you. I know marriage might not be something you’re wanting, especially after Rush” Hunter popped open the box, a light blue aquamarine 3-carat pear cut halo ring, encased with white diamonds on a rose gold band, “I don’t want to make you feel trapped, so rather than proposing, I’ll say this …”

“Wait …” he seemed surprised by her interruption, even more so as she kneeled down in front of him, “I know I’ve been hesitant talking about marriage because of Rush, but with you those fears go away. I’m ready to take that step with you, because it’s you, I love you with all my heart”

Hunter smiled as this beautiful woman declared everything he could’ve possibly wanted to hear, “In that case, Zaina, sarad’ika, will you marry me?”

“In a heartbeat”

He placed the ring on her finger, pressing a kiss to her knuckle, then cradled her face in his hands, placing a kiss on her lips, deepening it with each passing second, as the waves crashed in the distance. Zaina wrapped her arms around his shoulder, as she slowly pulled him closer, as he gently lowered her on the beach.

“I love you, Zaina”

“I love you” she pecked his lips one more time, “Maybe we should head home”

Hunter propped himself up as his hand caressed her face, “Which home, mine or yours?”

“Ours”

His smile stretched from one end to the other as she said ‘ours,’ he kissed her again, “Let’s head home in a bit” Zaina nodded, as she pulled him to her lips again, enjoying the moment they had to themselves.

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