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6. trying to crawl under their shirt with either Wrecker or Kix.
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A/N: Moonie! I had this whole ficlet planned out, and then we chatted about this wonderful Wrecker art by @pinkiemme, and it took over my entire brain. So thank you both for inspiring me. 🖤♥️
Pairing: Wrecker x Reader (GN)
Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)
Wordcount: 573
Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, established relationship shenanigans, very slightly suggestive dialogue, mild language
Summary: Wrecker is just so warm.
Suggested Listening (English translation here):
This fic smells like: Work From Home by Memoire Archives (cappuccino, caramel, biscotti)
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You rolled over to find an empty bed. You groped blindly through the blankets, but Wrecker was nowhere to be found, and based on how cold the sheets were, he’d been gone a while. Grinding the palms of your hands into your eyes, you sat up, searching blearily for him. There was no sign of him, so you stumbled out of bed to form a rescue party of one. It wasn’t long before you saw the soft blue glow of his datapad as he curled up on the sofa in the darkness.
“Hey,” you whispered, your voice coming out in a hoarse croak.
He looked up and smiled. “What’re you doin’ up?”
“I got cold,” you replied. “Can’t sleep?”
He shook his head.
“I’ll make us some caf,” you said.
“Already got some moogan tea,” he replied, holding up a steaming mug.
Screw the caf, then, you decided, immediately crossing the room to plop down next to him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, wrapped your arms around his waist, and draped your legs across his thigh, tucking your feet against his calf.
“You really are cold,” Wrecker said with a laugh as he felt your frigid toes.
“Warm me up?” you pleaded, giving him the softest, most pathetic tooka eyes you could muster at such an early hour.
“C’mere, then,” he replied, adjusting your position so he could hold you a little closer while still staring over your head at his datapad.
“Reading something good?” you asked.
He kissed the top of your head. “Candy Crush.”
You laughed quietly and snuggled closer, teasing your chilled fingers beneath the hem of his shirt. He flinched away involuntarily, but when you pulled back, he let out a little grumble.
“It’s all right,” he said. “You just surprised me. Come back.”
You didn’t bother to put up even a token resistance, instead diving your icy hands enthusiastically back under his shirt.
“Gods, you’re so warm!” you murmured, burrowing closer and sliding your hands further and further under his shirt, until you were practically wearing it with him.
“I do that on purpose so you’ll cuddle up to me,” he replied, holding back a laugh. “Comfy down there?”
“I’m working on it,” you replied. “You’re a really good heat source.”
“And you’re a really good icicle.” He set down his mug and wrapped his free arm around you. “You tryin’ to climb all the way inside my shirt?”
“Our shirt,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled by the fabric. “Besides, I’m not trying. I’m succeeding.”
“Well, maybe I should just carry you back to our bed so you can have a real blanket.”
“No, this is fine,” you replied from inside his—ahem—your shirt. “It’s cozy. I live here now.”
You felt the deep rumble of his chuckle against your cheek as you nuzzled your face against his chest. “You gonna pay rent?”
“Nah, I’m sleeping with the landlord. He’d never evict me.”
"You got that right." He shifted, and you heard the soft clatter of his datapad as he set it on the floor, then both of his arms closed around you. With seemingly no effort at all, he lifted you up and rolled the both of you over so you were tucked securely between him and the back of the sofa, wrapped in his embrace. He yawned loudly, and you knew he’d doze off within minutes. "Now stop squirmin’ and go back to sleep.”
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Memories
A short prophecy because I am scared of the new episode
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She remembers the first time she saw the photo.
She and Azi had been in the Batch’s barracks on Kamino when they went to Onderron.
She had wondered what it was like off Kamino.
Wondered what it was like to actually hang out with her siblings.
She decided that she wanted as many pictures as possible.
She had always insisted on Tech taking pictures after each mission.
She had a whole album on her datapad just of Wrecker with silly face filters.
She had an album shared between her and Tech of different specimens and ship diagrams
Her largest album of photos was just of the boys doing random things.
Wrecker lifting Gonky smiling wildly
Tech in the pilot seat, fast asleep drool on his chin.
Echo repairing the Marauder grinning at the camera
Eventually it extends to crosshair on Pabu, leaning on the seawall silhouetted by the sunset.
Hunter having his first cafe in the morning, hair out of his bandana and untamed.
She had taken so many. Eventually they stop and there's a six month gap between the photos stopping and starting again.
There is one album that is no longer updated. Never opened. It’s too painful.
There were pictures of herself in there too.
On Wrecker’s shoulders
Sitting next to Tech in the cockpit obviously deep in conversation.
Herself and Hunter asleep, bathed in the golden hour light on a bench outside Sheps house.
Sitting next to Crosshair meditating.
Laying with Batcher in the Marauder
After everything happened she was grateful that she had taken so many.
She looks through each album over and over. Draining and recharging her datapad again and again.
Trying to remember.
Their voices
Their smiles
Their laughs
She would never forget their eyes for they were the eyes she saw when she looked in the mirror.
Her favorite photo was still from before her time.
Where the brothers were all together. During the war.
They were still together.
Just without Omega once again.
Back to the beginning. But this time?
Omega is truly alone with only photos to help her remember.
She runs her hands over the helmets set up on a shelf in the Archium.
Their owners had marched on.
Without her. Again.
She hears Phee call her name. They were leaving, searching for the next lost wonder.
She sets the photo of the Batch up.
Brothers together once and for all.
As she walks out the door she turns back and looks at the helmets.
Unaware of her brothers standing around her. Their hands on her shoulders.
She tightens the knot on her bandana holding her hair in place.
And marches forward.
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