#bad batch x oc

[the-hexfiles]

Grace (Crosshair x Fem!OC)

Chapter Three: Slice of Life

Rating: Explicit!

Content: Fluff and smut! First-Person Narrative, with rarely-named OC (can be read as x reader if so desired) Post-empire Crosshair. More CatDad!Crosshair/Domestic!Crosshair. Exactly what the title is, a little slice of life.

Wordcount: ~3k

A/N: I barely proofread this smut so if you see errors, dm me. No Beta reader this chapter sooooooooooooo....

If you skipped Ch2 because you wanted to avoid the TW or you just hated it? (idk) Crosshair and Cerri adopted a tooka together. The tooka's name is Kit but Crosshair refers to her as their 'baby' around his brothers, this fic picks up directly from there.

Soundtrack: Strawberry Blonde - chloe moriondo

Previously...

Chapter One: Dive Bar...

“There’s a baby?” Hunter asked nervously.

“No–” I tried to cut in, but everyone started talking over each other:

“Keep your ears to yourself,” Crosshair hissed at his brother.

“There’s gonna be a baby?!” Omega jumped up and down excitedly, patting my stomach. Crosshair started to sweat a little, a flush coming to his cheeks.

“No, kid–” Crosshair started to speak but was interrupted by Wrecker bolting out of his seat to wrap his arms around me and lift me up by my waist, laughing: “Oh yeah! I’m gonna be the favorite uncle!”

“Wrecker!” Hunter and Echo both shouted, bolting up out of their chairs at the dining table. “Don’t lift her by the waist!” Echo added on.

“I’m not–” Before I could finish, a pillow came flying by my head, hitting Wrecker in the face. I looked to the couch and Crosshair had another pillow in his other hand, at the ready. “Put the girlfriend and tooka down. Now,” he growled.

“I had the assumption that Kit was the ‘baby’–” Tech shifted his goggles, but didn’t look up from his data pad.

“Kit is the baby! There’s no human baby!” I laughed. Omega’s giddiness turned to a playful pout. Wrecker put me down, looking slightly disappointed.

“Not yet anyway. No form of birth control is 100 percent and given how frequently I assume–” Tech stopped speaking to dodge the pillow Crosshair threw at him. After Crosshair and Hunter exchanged a few quips about “little Crosshairs,” everyone sat down around the caf table. Echo was leaving the next day, so most of us tried to enjoy each other's company before he left; talking and playing card games until Omega fell asleep in my lap, cuddling Kit. Crosshair sat on the floor between my feet silently while his brothers and I chatted.

I said goodnight to Hunter and the others, while Crosshair tucked Kit into her little bed. After they left, I laid out across the loveseat, and Crosshair came back out and laid down on top of me. I rubbed his back in silence, occasionally kissing his temple or forehead, depending on how his head was resting on my chest. He fell asleep after a few minutes, and I carefully reached behind my head for my book. He mumbled something, then twitched slightly. I held my book with one hand and rubbed his back with the other and he settled back into a deep sleep.

A few hours later, Kit cried from the bedroom and he startled awake, looking around for a moment. “It’s alright, I’ll get her,” I said, still rubbing his back and finishing my page. He crawled off of me and sat on the edge of the couch. I reached for him and he took my hand and kissed the palm before he stood up, leading me into the bedroom. I walked over to his side of the bed but he slipped in front of me and gently bumped me onto the bed with his hips, picking up Kit himself. He gave her a gentle kiss on her head, then spoke: “I know, she’s so slow.” I kicked out my legs to tap his shin but he dodged my playful attack. I stripped and crawled under the covers, as he took Kit into the kitchen to prepare a bottle for her.

I watched them from the bed, their silhouettes dimly lit from the little kitchen light: He was holding the little wriggling, whining form against his chest, working with the other hand to prep the formula and waiting for it to heat up. As he waited, he gave her a little kiss to the top of her head, making her cry louder from the contact. “Working on it, ad'ika,” he said. He leaned against the counter as he fed her, watching her lovingly. When she finished, he cleaned her up and brought her back into the room, tucking her back into her bed. He stripped off his clothes, picked up my clothes off the floor and dropped them in the hamper. When he started to curl back up into bed, he saw me smiling at him. “What?” He asked, adjusting his pillows. I shook my head and reached out to him. He raised an eyebrow at me, then laid down on his back next to me, pulling me into his side.

We laid in silence for a while. I looked up at him, and saw he was still awake. I tapped on his chest to get his attention: “Do you want kids?” I asked, looking up at him.

He let out a curt huff and turned his face away from me to look up at the ceiling.

I laughed lightly, “Yeah, that’s the response I expected.” I looked back at my hand, still tracing little mindless patterns on his skin.

He laid there looking up at the ceiling, rubbing my side. After a few minutes he rolled over and tangled his legs with mine, holding me close with both arms. “Ask me again once I’ve adjusted to the fact that I'm alive.” He leaned back slightly to look at me, “Do you want kids?”

“Not sure,” I said as I laid my hand flat against his chest to feel the hard thump of his heartbeat.

“Yes you are,” he said, kissing my forehead then resting his chin on top of my head. “You’re not your mother, Cerri. You’ll be fine.”

“You make an adorable father,” I looked up at him smiling.

“The one time I held a human baby I made him cry.”

“You woke him up and scared him.” I said, laughing at the memory: Crosshair walking out of the nursery holding my friend’s crying baby with a deep frown. He refused to touch the baby the rest of the night.

“He’s a little older now, I’m sure you two will get along fine. And your own baby won’t be afraid of you, so don’t use Solan as a reference.”

I laid my arm across his waist and buried my face into his chest, feeling him breathe. He started to rub my back again but after a few minutes, his breathing deepened and slowed; his arms holding me close to his chest.

I woke up again a few hours later. I kissed him twice but he was sound asleep, so I eased out of bed and took Kit with me. After feeding her, I got dressed, tucking her between my breasts in the layers of my kimono-style shirt. I made breakfast, leaving some aside for Crosshair when he woke up, then busied myself around the house. It was the afternoon when he shuffled out of the bedroom half asleep. He came up behind me while I was curled up on the couch on my datapad. He leaned over the back of the loveseat and kissed me deeply, sneaking a hand into my shirt. I laughed against his lips when I heard Kit cry, her nap disturbed by a prying hand. When he pulled away, I called him a thief as he cuddled Kit close to his bare chest and walked into the kitchen.

We spent a few hours together: went for a swim, and picked up a few things at the market. When we got back home, Crosshair settled into the loveseat while I put things away. I set aside some of his work clothes I’d washed that morning, and took care of Kit. When I walked over to him, he was laying down with his eyes closed. I leaned down to steal a light kiss as I walked by, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to lay down on top of him. Since his first night with me, naps on the loveseat before work became a little ritual: His long legs draped over the arm of the loveseat while I laid on top of him. It was the only rest either of us got that was usually free of nightmares.

I stayed up reading while I waited for him to get off work. He commed when he left, so I walked outside and waited for him to walk up the path to my house. When he got there he pulled me into a hug and gave me a kiss on the top of my head before we walked inside together. After taking off his boots, he immediately walked to where I had Kit snuggled in her blanket on the loveseat and held her close. He gave me a quick summary of his shift before I could ask how his night was.

After feeding Kit, he brought her into the bedroom and tucked her into her little bed before walking back out and laying across the loveseat. I crawled into his lap, straddling him and tucking my face into the curve of his neck. My hands made their way under his shirt, running my nails gently over his skin. He chuckled softly and pulled my hair away from my neck, kissing it gently.

“You sure?” he whispered, kissing my hairline. “Last few days have been rough.”

I nodded, “It’s been a while, I don’t want you feeling…”  I rolled my hips against him again, a hardness growing in his pants beneath me, “Neglected.”

“If I needed it, I could have gotten myself off,” He gently pulled my head away so he could look at me, “You’re not responsible for my pleasure, certainly not at the expense of your comfort.”

I sat up fully, still straddling his hips, “I want this.”

He tilted his head a little and gave me a skeptical look. I sighed and rolled my eyes, “How many days since the first time we were intimate?”

“Little over 300 rotations,” he said as he rested both his hands on my thighs.

“And I’ve always been honest with you about when I do and don’t want something.” I kissed his nose. “And right now,” I kissed his chin. “I want you,” I whispered against his lips before kissing them.

“As my princess desires then,” he said, smirking and started to sit up. I slipped from his grasp and ran towards the bedroom giggling but he caught up to me in a few long strides and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into him and walked me backwards towards the wall between the bedroom and refresher door. When my back hit the wall, his lips met mine. He lifted me up by my ass to bring my face level to his, my legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers digging into my thighs, tongues in each other's mouths. He pulled away long enough to dip down to my collar bone and kiss up my neck behind my ear. He pressed into my core, giving a teasing amount of pressure. I tilted my head back in a low moan, and I felt him smirk into my skin. He carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed.

We both completely stripped, clothes scattered on the floor around the bed. I stretched out across the bed once naked, and caught Crosshair staring down at me with a small smile. I sat up and grabbed his wrist to pull him on top of me. He settled between my legs, and went back to kissing my neck, leaning on his left elbow and letting his right hand slide painfully slowly, down to my hips. He teased my inner thighs, hip bones, everywhere but exactly where I wanted him as we made out. A few times he briefly ghosted over my folds, but continued teasing around them. I could feel myself starting to drip on the bed and got impatient. I pushed him off of me and onto his back, pinning his arms on either side of his head. I directed him to rest his head on his hands and he skeptically went along with my orders. It was my turn to tease. I gently ran my nails across his skin as I slowly kissed down his body, letting my wet folds graze across his length on occasion making him inhale sharply. I teased his nipples before making my way down his abs, kissing all the way down, leaving goosebumps all along his skin where my lips and fingers met his skin. I rested his thighs on my shoulders as I kissed everywhere but his cock. Licking up his thighs to his hip bones, kissing all around the base, taking his balls in his mouth, everything but what I knew he wanted. He could have moved his hands out from behind his head, pulled my hair, shoved my face to his cock, but didn’t. Just laid there moaning, shifting his hips whenever I tickled him slightly, breathing hard, eyes closed, with a deep flush across his face. I kissed back up his body, giving every scar a gentle kiss on my way up. I made my way back up to his neck, my pussy just an inch away from his throbbing length. I decided I’d teased him enough and finally relented, sliding my wet folds along his cock. He gasped followed by an absolutely sinful groan, grabbing my hips desperately. After teasing my clit a few times with the head of his cock, I finally slid him fully inside me. I wasted no time, his grip pacing how fast and hard he wanted me to come down on him. His muscles tensed beneath me, his panting got heavier, his grip tighter, the longer I rode him. I was absolutely drunk on the look on his face, flushed and blissed out, eyes closed. But then he stopped, shoving me down on his cock, and taking a second to breathe before he opened his eyes and shifted beneath me to reach the drawer of my nightstand. He felt around in my drawer before getting annoyed and sitting up, still keeping me firmly planted on his cock.

“I could help you if you told me what you were looking for,” I laughed when his face contorted into a more annoyed expression.

“If I’m going over, you’re coming with me this time dammit.”

“Did not take you for puns,” I said as I leaned over to look in the drawer. His hand landed on my little vibrator. “How did you know that was in there?” I asked, a little embarrassed.

“I know where all your toys are,” he said with a mischievous smirk and I shoved him back down onto the bed. “Not my fault you have shitty hiding places.”

He clicked the toy on and settled it on my clit. I threw my head back with a gasp, instinctively shifting myself so it pressed exactly where I wanted it. I felt my walls clench around his cock and he moaned. He sat back up, holding me close to him with one arm, and holding my toy against me with the other. Between him being inside me and the vibrations on my clit I didn’t last long, grinding against him as I came, forehead resting against his shoulder. He let out a breathy “fuck,” as he came himself, leaning his head against mine. After a moment of overstimulation, I took the toy from his hand and turned it off, throwing it somewhere on his side of the bed but it bounced off and there was a light thump followed by a quiet and angry meow. I gasped and Crosshair gave a small, breathless laugh. I tried to stifle any further laughter but couldn’t stop myself when Crosshair started laughing more openly himself, throwing himself back onto the bed. I carefully removed him from inside me and leaned over the edge of the bed to check on Kit. He gave my ass a sharp smack and I squealed, throwing him a dirty look from over my shoulder. He climbed on top of me, kissing my shoulder and hairline before moving Kit’s blanket to take a peek at her.

“You hit our daughter with a sex toy and now you’re dripping on my side of the bed,” he said as he slid off of me, standing on the edge of the bed. I started to ask what he was going to do about it before he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He picked me up by my waist and carried me into the refresher to get cleaned up. When we were out of the shower, the sun was turning the horizon a light gray. I curled up on my side of the bed and Crosshair shoved himself as close to me as possible, complaining of a “wet spot” on his side of the comforter. I felt around but didn’t feel anything and smiled. He just wanted his post-orgasm cuddles.

I woke up when I almost fell off the bed, Crosshair curled up into my back, arms wrapped around me and one leg draped over my hips. His breathing was soft on the back of my neck. Kit was crying softly from her little bed and I started to try to peel off Crosshair’s limbs so I could get out of bed. “No,” was all he mumbled as he pulled me closer into him.

“She needs to eat,” I whispered, still trying to undo his now death grip on my body.

“I fed her two hours ago, she’s fine.” He kissed the back of my head, “Stop moving.”

“She’s crying–”

“She’s needy.”

“So are you this morning, sir.”

He pinched my waist and I let out a little squeak.  “If I get her, will you shut up and go back to sleep?” he asked.

“Hmm. Maybe?”

He rolled over and picked up Kit from her bed and handed her to me. I cuddled her close to my neck, still laying on my side. Crosshair resumed his position, now cuddling the both of us.

“Are you two happy now?”

Kit was purring, happily making biscuits against his arm. He kissed the back of my head and gave Kit a little scratch under her chin.

“Very happy. Are you happy now?”

He shushed me. It wasn’t long before the three of us fell back to sleep.

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[queen-of-the-night-lights]

Different ( The Bad Batch x OC) Ch.2

A/N: HAPPY MAY 4th!!! I know this isn’t my most popular fic, but it brings me joy. I hope you all have a happy and safe Star Wars day and pleasant dreams of your comfort characters.

Warnings: Bullying, and mass disrespect.

Summary: After being caught by the Republic for attempting to steal from various senators Tessa is given a unique prison sentence. This leads to her being forced into various rotations throughout the GAR, but due to her personality not many of the clones like her. Now she has one last chance to prove she’s not difficult to work with, but the squad she is assigned to isn’t what she expected.

Ch.1

All too soon morning came and neither party was exactly thrilled about the situation. Tessa had gotten there earlier than anyone else did, which usually was frowned upon because many thought she would try to steal any information she could. So she called two guards informing them that she was coming early which then caused them to give her the usual speech of stay quiet and stay where the security cameras can see her. She always replied with a “ You guys are no fun.” Every single rotation and every single briefing she was told this, except for if the troopers liked her or found her tolerable.

After waiting ten minutes the troopers from Clone Force 99 came in. Tessa already was able to get a feel for them by the way they each walked in and what they looked like. The most obvious is that if she didn’t know better she wouldn’t think that they were Clones. She had read up about Jango Fett, the base of all the clones, and would have thought that these guys were related to him. Not as the cloned soldiers they were. She debated on whether or not to make eye contact with them. Usually when she tried with others they didn’t give it a second thought but she didn’t want them to feel like she was staring.

She then decided to look around at nothing in particular and then look at them every once in a while. She didn’t know why she felt nervous, she had met and fought with so many troopers that this shouldn’t be any different. Tessa got out her data pad and started looking over the specifics of the first mission to avoid her spiraling thoughts. Maybe they were and maybe they weren’t looking at her but she still felt as though their eyes were on her. Funny thing about being caught and held prisoner, you will always feel like you are being watched.

The boys didn’t quite know what to make of her, all they knew was what Tech told them and that she is rarely what she appears to be. Her physical appearance could tell them very little about her. This girl was tall not necessarily taller than all of them but definitely as tall or taller than the regs. She was curvy, not what one would expect from the typical solider of the GAR, but who were they to judge. Long, dark brown hair that easily could’ve been mistaken for black. It was free flowing showing that it was well past her shoulders, she must tie it up during missions because it most definitely would be a hassle. What surprised them was that she had these large round glasses that weren’t too different from Techs goggles.

The personality of this girl who was in front of them wasn’t someone you could read easily. It’s one thing to hear about traits whilst reading reports, but it’s another thing to experience a person face to face. She seemed nervous and spratict as she looked around the room and quickly back at them. When she started reading her nerves seemed to calm. They couldn’t believe that this was the person who was going to be flying them around to missions. There was an awkward amount of silence between them until someone entered the room.

General Kenobi and Commander Cody entered the room. The boys immediately stood at attention, Tessa did as well just slower. She let out a sigh as they were greeted and the boys were introduced to her and told her predicament. She hated this part, luckily General Kenobi was a good man and the way that he presented her did not sound cold and uncaring. He made it sound as if she was actually there of her own will helping. Even though it was far from the truth, but it was at least the thought that count. As he finished she gave a nod of acknowledgment. The one known as Hunter did the same, the large one gave a smile, and the other two just gave her a quick glance.

The one with the gray hair was the easiest for her to read. He didn’t want to be there, he didn’t like this situation, and so far he definitely wasn’t going to like her regardless of the fact they haven’t truly spoken to each other yet. This let Tessa know that no matter what this was going to be a long rotation. People like him always made it harder for her to stay in her lane and follow the rules she was given. Not to say that she would do things on purpose to upset people, she just has an impulse problem when she’s upset.

Once the two men explained the first mission of her rotation it actually surprised her, it was an info grab and a destruction job. “ The facility is a new Sepratist model, so our schematics are incomplete. Once you get inside and past the outer layer, you’re on your own direction wise. Once you find their main computer get as many files as you can. That shouldn’t be too hard between Tessa and Tech.”Cody explained as you all looked at the man who was multitasking. Judging by the reflections in his goggles he was already looking at the blueprints, or the pieces of them. “ Once you have that I trust you boys can take care of the rest.” The larger one let out a chuckle. With the briefing now over they were dismissed that is all except the Sergeant.

She tried not to eavesdrop on the conversation as she headed out but couldn’t help it when she heard her name. “ I’m not saying this to put pressure on your squad or to put pressure on her.” Cody explained. “ Sir with all due respect we might not be the best squad to determine a persons life.” Hunter responded. “ She just… make sure she does what you need her to do and let me know immediately if something drastic happens. If this is to be her last few missions it would be a loss but an understandable one.”

“ LOSS!” Tessa shouted as she popped back in the room. “ Commander why did you decide to leave this information out! Especially if it concerns me!” Sighing and giving her a stern look Cody asked “ Where are the troops that were supposed to escort you?” She shook her head in anger and stomped back to her room. She didn’t care if she had her escorts or not or if she got in trouble for walking by herself. She felt like she was seeing red.

“ Tessa, stop!” Cody called after her. Finally catching up to her he stood in her path preventing her from walking away. “ Were you going to tell me?” She asked him. “ I was ordered not to.” He answered honestly. She rolled her eyes and sighed angrily as he continued “ I tried my best to hint at it yesterday.” “ You know how much I hate that. I hate when people don’t say what they mean! It’s confusing and I thought you were just reminding me of the rules. Not that I might actually be sent to prison after this rotation. That this is practically my last chance. You don’t think that is something you should’ve told me?! I thought we were at least… at least on the same page.” She said feeling defeated in her words.

They weren’t friends, she knew that. They couldn’t be, but she thought that Cody at least liked her. Maybe she was wrong. Deep down she knew that they were supposed to follow orders and that it was none of her business what he was told, but the principal of not telling her this information is what made her blood boil. “ I’m sorry.” Was all that Cody could say. Tessa then nodded as he placed a hand on her shoulder to guide her to where they could get her some escorts. The walk was quite as both were in thought after their argument.

Once her they found troopers to escort her while Cody went back to work, Tessa was quiet. No snarky remark that usually came from her, no teasing, nothing. She just walked to caf, acting like the prisoner she was supposed to be. They sat her down at her usual table, standing on either side, and she began to eat her tray that was already there. Her food didn’t seem appetizing at the moment, but she ate knowing she would need her strength. Tessa had a weird relationship with her nerves and food, most of the time she could out eat a bantha when she was upset. However there was the rare occasion like today where she would reluctantly eat.

The Bad Batch maneuvered themselves to their table as the finished getting their food in the caf. Luckily not many troopers were in there at the time, so any comments about them weren’t likely to be made. “ How long do we have until we have to go?” Wrecker said with his mouth full. “ Approximately 3 hours, 45 minutes, and 15 seconds.” Tech answered. “ Enough time for you to swallow your food before talking.” Crosshair sneared. Hunter ran a hand through the ends of his hair as he kept his thoughts to himself. He replayed his talk with Commander Cody in his head over and over again. This girls life was in their hands. Was she really that much trouble? He knew they were and he knew them breaking rules was way different than her breaking them, but still. The explanation of “ This may be her last rotation. She doesn’t know. She needs to figure out how to behave and be a good solider on her own. If she doesn’t do well with your squad, her sentence will be forced to change.” played in his mind.

He didn’t know why it bothered him so much, but it did. He had only met this girl twice and barley introduced to her. Maybe it was the whole situation that caused him to feel like this, he needed to protect and worry about his brothers reaction to the slight change. They weren’t the most adaptable. “ Hey isn’t that the girl we’re workin’ with?” Wrecker asked pointing to the table behind them. The four looked over to see her slightly hunched over, her broad shoulders making her appear more spread out and her head in one of her hands. She was slowing pushing her food around making small designs as she ate. “ Why is she by herself?”

“ Wrecker she’s not like the rest of us. She probably has too.” Hunter explained to his brother. “ While there is no galactic law around it she most definitely would have similar ristrictuons that any prisoner would have. It’s surprising anyone else is aloud to be in her with her. Besides the troopers guarding her.” Tech explained. After a moment of thinking Wrecker stated “ I’m going to go sit with her.” “ What!?” The other three said in unison. He started to crumple up napkins around his spoon and Crosshair warned “ Whatever plan is going through that thick skull of yours needs to stop!” When Wrecker sets his mind on something there is almost no way you can stop him. He quickly threw his creation across the room and into the hall causing the trooper that were guarding her to leave.

“ We are going to go check that out do not leave and don’t move.” They ordered her. “ Where would I go?” She grumbled to herself. The batch kept their heads down and focused on their trays as the refs past them. When they were far enough Wrecker loudly whispered to his brothers “ My plan worked!” As he was about to stand Tech whispered “ Wrecker, you simply cannot just sit with her, there must be-“ “ Watch me.” He then stood up, tray in hand and walked over to Tessa’s table. Shaking his head Crosshair groaned “ He’s a dikut .”

Unwisely Tessa was not aware of her surroundings so she jump slightly when a large voice said “ Hi!” Her eyes widened in shock at the absolute unit of a man stood infront of her introduced himself “ I’m Wrecker. Guess we’re gonna be workin’ with ya.” As he sat down the table started to shift towards him as he steadied himself. “ Sorry.” He said as he noticed her reflexes quickly grabbed your full glass. “ It’s okay, but you can’t be here.” She said with a slight hurry in her tone. Scared that at any moment the trooper would come back. “ Why not?” He asked with a slight head tilt. Confused and caught of guard by the situation she responded “ I-I … I don’t know you just can’t.”

“ Well that’s dumb.” He said taking a bite of his food. She slowly dragged her tray back towards herself looking intently at it. Her long hair covered her face as her nerves worsened. She didn’t know if she or Wrecker would be in trouble if they had gotten caught. “ Why are you here? With me?” She asked him. “ You looked lonely. I know I wouldn’ like it if I had to sit by myself without my brothers.” Tessa looked up at him and melted at his sweet smile. It warmed her slightly hearing the sentiment, then the one she now knew and recognized as Hunter came up and said “ Wrecker you need to come back, I’m so sorry.” The last part being said to Tessa. “ No it’s okay, go.” Just then her guards came back.

“ Step away from the prisoner.” One said. “Or what?” Wrecker challenged. “ Or you will be removed from her by force. Now go back to where you were sitting.” Said the other. Taking a large stride towards them to appear even bigger than he was, Wrecker claimed “ Make me!” Hunter was about to jump in to try to ease the tension when all of a sudden he heard. “ Hey Wrecker.” The two brothers turned their heads towards Tessa as she spoke “ It’s alright, I’m fine. I’ll see you in a few hours okay?” There was this look of calm and understanding when she spoke. Wrecker nodded an “ Alright.” And Hunter walked next to him with a hand on his shoulder to comfort his brother. He understood that his intentions were good, but he also knew that it was a bad idea what he just did.

Tessa let out a deep breath as they walked away. She did not need a fight to be broken out because of her or involving her, especially right now. The two troopers had their blasters aimed at her. She knew they were always set to stun so having any clone aim their weapon at her became something she no longer feared. She looked between the two of them anc slowly sat back down.

When Hunter and Wrecker returned to the table Crosshair teased “ So how was she?” Wrecker sat down with a pout and said “ Cut it out Crosshair.” Not making eye contact with his brother. “ Wrecker, you must try to remember that she is not like us or the regs. The rules are very different for her.” Tech explained doing his best at comforting his brother. Hunter sat back down and rubbed his temple, and in that moment he and Tessa were thinking the same thing. This was going to be a very very long six missions.

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[writing-reaper]

Bound through the Force

The Bad Batch x f!OC Mara

Description: Mara’s first mission with the bad batch. Just how wrong can this go? A simple delivery, past acquaintances, and distrust. Just how strange is life?

Note: even though this story has so far been focused on the relationship between Mara and Omega, this story is not for the faint of heart. Warnings are listed below, do not read if any of these things make you uncomfy. More light hearted stuff next chapter! Enjoy!

Warnings: dealing with trauma, crying, noncon kiss, mentions of rape, mentions of nudity and death

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five (here)

“Think you’re ready to handle this?” Echo asks for probably the fifth time that afternoon. She had to be ready in an hour and he’d been pestering her for the last three.

“I’m certain I’ll be able. I’ve done deliveries before and frankly they’re the least of my concerns.” She answers, explaining more thoroughly in order to avoid the question being repeated once more.

“I don’t mean for the job, I mean for the person. The one we’re delivering to.” Echo elaborates. “You know, the one that knows you?”

“Right.” Mara pauses and furrows her brows. “I cannot know for certain until I know who it is. There are many I’ve met that I don’t particularly care for, some that I like, and many that leave a bitter taste in my mouth. However, if it’s a pirate, I’m certain I’ll enjoy their company.”

“Why a pirate?” He questions, looking confused.

“I can always trust them to be dishonest. Honest men are liars for calling themselves honest, and pirates may be narcissistic but they’ll never deny being dishonest.” Mara answers, a small grin on her lips. “I’ve worked a lot with pirates and while they have turned on me or have run for the hills, they never lie about having my back. They’re daft and brutes, but they’ll always lie and you know never to believe what they say.”

“That’s certainly a different way to think about it.” Echo answers, a strange disapproving expression on his face.

“Not to worry, I won’t put any of you in harms way if I frolic with any pirates.” She exclaims, humor in her voice and smiling eyes.

“I’d sure hope not. You should get Cid to take over and get ready.” He suggests, never having worked with her before and not knowing how long it takes for her to armor up. Mara looks him in the eyes, examining his features, taking in the sincerity on his face.

“If it concerns you so, I will.” Mara answers, nodding her head and walking off to Cid’s office. She wanted to roll her eyes or scoff at his obsessive worrying, but another part of her found his concern for her well-being sweet (even if it was just for Omega’s sake).

“You’re not talking me out of making you go.” Cid informs, not looking up from her datapad with her squinted gaze.

“Not at all, I was just letting you know that I will be stepping away from the bar to get ready.” Mara replies, leaning against the doorway.

“Alright. I’ll be out in a minute, you got get ready or whatever.” Cid grunts, waving Mara off.

She shrugs and makes her way upstairs, the apartment still a slight mess. Mara had yet to build the storage units because she had passed out the other night before she could get started. It annoyed her, the storage boxes sitting there so uselessly. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to start and finish the shelves within her short time frame.

Perhaps Echo was right to send her up so early to get ready, it has been a while since she’s been in her old armor. It wasn’t that she didn’t think she’d fit in them, those chances being entirely unlikely, but she didn’t know if she was emotionally prepared to wear it again.

Just putting on the chest plate made her heart rate quicken. She knew what she had to do, put it all on and dive into her mask that’s she’s used for ages. However, all she wanted to do right now was cry. She wanted to drown in her sorrow, in the memories of her past. She wanted to feel the love, regret, the pain, but time would run out too soon for her to indulge. Instead, she put piece by piece on.

Her armor has always been anything but conventional. Mara came from a place that saw wearing armor as weakness. In other words, the less armor, the stronger; the more armor, the weaker. That is why they fight naked at their final trial before becoming in training assassins. That is why Priya was killed so easily.

Her armor wasn’t much. A single sleeve of armor and a pointed shoulder pad, similar to Crosshair’s but wider. It was all attached at the neck. She wore a plate over her stomach to protect vital organs which attached to a belt to hold extra weapons and a credit purse.

Beneath it all was a romper with long sleeves. The legs were short and ended right at her knee, however, her legs were mostly guarded by her tall boots that covered the rest of her skin.

Finally, she braided her hair and pinned it behind her head. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find her hair cap so she’d just put the helmet on, not that there was much of a difference anyway. The only difference was a decrease in the chance of her hair getting stuck to something.

Then, a moment of realization hit her, the symbol of her old cult. She finds some dark tape and quickly covers the symbol. Tech had seen it before, and while he hadn’t questioned it, she didn’t want the others to pester.

Mara wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to tell the truth. She couldn’t trust them. She didn’t want to lose Omega.

“Looks like you’re missing some armor.” Crosshair tsked, looking annoyed about the fact.

“No, this is it.” Mara answers, holding her helmet at her hip.

“No wonder you have all those scars.” He grunts, putting a toothpick in his mouth.

“It’s a cultural thing I’m afraid.” Mara answers with a shrug. “The people believed the more armor worn meant the weaker the person, the less, the stronger.”

“So what, they gave you a full set then took pieces away the “stronger” you got?” He pesters, finding the idea ridiculous.

“Not exactly. When training they look at how you fight, see which areas are more prone to injury and how you respond to injury. So they give armor based on your first move, if you block, and what injuries make you the weakest.” Mara answers. Shrugging her shoulders. “I block the most with my right, so I get a sleeve, the extra pad is more for looks than ability but can still be useful, the stomach blading is to protect vital organs, and the boots are barely necessary, I’ve done plenty of jobs fine with a pair of flats or heels.”

“That is interesting, what culture is this?” Tech asks.

“Enough chat, when are we leaving?” Mara deflects. While she was certain he could discover the culture on his own, there also may have been the chance others did it as well and he wouldn’t discover the cult.

“As soon as Cid gives us the go ahead.” Hunter answers, giving her a confused side eye, which Mara ignored.

“Yeah, and you’re good to go. Make sure you don’t break anything.” Cid waves them off. Mara nods and looks toward the group.

“Let’s go.”

Mara sat aboard the ship in the gunners mount as Omega excitedly showed her the space and rambles on and on about the time they used to spend together on Kamino. She examines the view from the spot she was sitting as Omega went on and on.

“Oh! And I’ve been keeping this here!” Omega exclaims, opening a small compartment and removing a familiar looking bag. When she opened the bag, Mara found the Crystal she had given Omega.

“You still have this?” Mara asks, picking up the small Crystal from the bag.

“You said it was a family heirloom, I didn’t want to lose it!” Omega answers.

“I thought you would have left it on Kamino, it’s such a minor item.” Mara answers, examining the crack in the crystal that had been there since her mother’s passing.

“I’ve been holding onto it since the day you left.” Omega admits with a small smile. “Can you tell me what it is?”

“Maybe when we get to the apartment.” Mara answers, placing the Crystal back into the little bag.

“Omega, Mara, come down here.” Hunter calls from the cockpit. Mara gets down and watches Omega in her descend to ensure she didn’t fall. The two enter the cockpit and Omega takes a seat in one of the empty chairs.

“Since we’ll be approaching the drop off soon, we just want to go over some rules.” Echo says to the two. Omega huffs and crosses her arms, perhaps having heard this discussion before. Mara, however, adjusts her stance to show her full attention.

“First, no wandering off. Second, the second you see this person, you need to let us know if they’re a threat or not.” Hunter lists, turning to Mara for the second.

“Understood.” She nods. “However, I hold no concerns.”

“Why not?” Echo questions. “You said you don’t know who this is.”

“Yes, if they planned on causing me harm they wouldn’t have allowed me to be in your company.” Mara answers with a shrug.

“Maybe it’s a scare tactic.”

“We’ll certainly be finding out soon.”

“What is it we’re delivering this time?” Omega asks, looking toward Tech.

“It’s just another weapons shipment.” Tech answers, not looking up from his datapad.

Mara stepped over to the control panel and looked out at the view of hyperspace, it was much more beautiful with the wide window. The ship was quite decent as well, and while there was a lack of racks and rooms, she could understand the difficulty of living with 6 people in such a tight space. While that scenario may never happen, her living with the batch, it still stirred the anxiety in her stomach.

Abruptly, the pulling blue color disappeared and the moon they went meeting on was in view. Mara stepped away from the dash as Echo and Tech took their seats to land the ship.

“Are you alright?” Hunter asks Mara as she takes a seat in the hangar. “Your eyes looked so distant and your heart rate sped up.”

“My heart rate?” Mara questions, suddenly feeling flustered.

“Yeah, I have enhanced senses and I could hear your heart rate. I also heard your conversation with Omega.” Hunter answers, sounding awkward and flustered himself.

“Oh… I see.” Mara takes a look at him. “That must be difficult. Is it just your hearing or is it more?”

“You sure have a way of deflecting.” Hunter says, taking a seat beside her and moving his helmet onto his lap.

“Your point?” Mara asks, a small glare on her features.

“If we’re going to be working closely together, I think it’s important you trust us.”

“I do trust you.” Mara says. “The problem is that you won’t.”

The ship jolts and Mara rises to her feet, picking up her helmet. She keeps it at her side as the others put their helmets on. The moons air was breathable so Mara and Omega didn’t wear any safety gear, though Mara had her helmet just in case.

Wrecker picks up two of the weapon bins and exits with Crosshair close behind him. Echo and Tech follow out next, holding the third crate. Omega walked out between Mara and Hunter to ensure her safety.

A ship lands in front of them and Mara froze. There was only one man she knew with this model and make of ship. A simple errand boy, she knew as the spice runner “Idiot” or rather Elliot.

When the door to the ship opened, it was quickly confirmed it was him. He approached with confidence over to the group.

“I see you’ve brought what I requested.” He says to the mercenaries before turning to examine Mara. “If you’d be so kind, put the weapons in my ship for me.”

Hunter looks to the three members who brought the shipment out and nods. Then, he looks to Mara. He could hear her racing heart and see the small wrinkle in her brow as she holds back her rage.

“Mara Deoradhán, it has certainly been a while.” He says.

“It’s only been 6 months since you abandoned me on a desolate rock such as this one.” Mara answers. “I’m not certain 6 months counts as a while.”

“Still upset about that?” He hums, sauntering closer to her. “Well, I guess you never were one to forgive and forget.”

Mara’s features remain the same as the two enter a stare off. Elliot’s smirk didn’t move from his lips once.

“I see you finally have what you wanted. Omega looks just as you described her.” He states, looking over at the child, Mara stepping into his view, silently telling him to back off.

“Why’d you ask for me?” She questions, her expression remaining unchanged.

“I wanted to see you.” He answers. “And so I could finally do this.”

Mara hadn’t known what she was expecting him to do, but kiss her was at the bottom of that list. His lips were on hers quickly and she froze. Her eyes widen in surprise and after three seconds she swung, punching him in the jaw.

“Heh.” While she hadn’t knocked him entirely off balance, he was hunched over momentarily. “Well, since I couldn’t take your life, the least I could do is take your dignity.”

Hunter stepped between the two as a protective barrier. Mara was angry, burning rage in her chest as her heart pounded against it.

“Payment.” Hunter demands, uncertain of what to say about what had just happened. He just knew that if the man in front of him was going to try anything again, he was going to be getting his right hook next.

“Yeah, yeah. Protect your lady.” Elliot speaks up. “It’s funny how you’d get with one of these guys but reject me 10 times. To think I got so close that one time—"

“Shut it. Payment, plus the extra.” Hunter interrupts, becoming increasingly annoyed by the man. Omega walked up to Mara and held her leg.

“Yes, yes, I got it.” Elliot steps away to his ship, returning with three cases of credits. “There. You can leave now. Enjoy your misery, Mara. It’s going to eat you alive till the day you die.”

Mara picks up Omega, she felt like her shield. While she knew Elliot was right, and how emotionally detrimental his actions had been to her, she knew he couldn’t beat her down. She wouldn’t let him win this.

“It was disheartening to see you as well. I can’t wait for the day your decisions catch up to you.” Mara answers, giving him a polite smile before turning her attention entirely to Omega, smiling at the child and brushing her hair back. She knew what she was doing and the angered glare on his face reassured her.

“You’ll never escape the past, Mara. No matter how much you’ve changed.” Elliot scoffs, finally returning to his ship as the other three return to the group.

“Are you alright?” Hunter turns to Mara, worry hidden beneath his helmet.

“Let’s get back to Ord Mantell.” She answers, walking onto the ship. The five look at each other before walking onto the ship themselves. Finally, they set their course back to Cid’s.

Omega had fallen asleep an hour ago, while the gunners mount seemed uncomfortable, Omega seemed to be able to rest anywhere. Mara took a seat in the hangar, rubbing her temples as frustration fills her body. She wanted to cry: the armor, the memories, the man, the kids— it was all too much.

It was surprisingly quiet on the ship, all the boys in the cockpit, probably discussing what had happened to her. While she didn’t care much what they thought, what did scare her were the questions they were bound to ask.

Her hand involuntarily moves to her lips. If she had been a regular girl within her community, she would be shamed. At least, that is what Elliot had been referring to when mentioning her dignity. She did not love him, kissing in her community was saved for those who loved each other and reserved for marriage.

And while she wasn’t a person this cultural aspect exactly applied to, she had still experienced it first hand. Her body used and abused by multiple men, not one had kissed her. And while she would have despised it if they had, she felt even in those final moments she was dehumanized by the simple reservation.

Now, that dream was gone. His lips stolen away her only prayer for normality, for love. She could only hope the batch wouldn’t steal Omega from her, not when she’s already lost so much.

“Hey.” Hunter’s voice catches her attention as he sits across from her. Why had it always been him? “She finally asleep?”

“Yeah.” Mara answers, a small smile coming to her lips. “Hopefully she stays that way for the rest of the night.”

“Can only hope.” The two share a small laugh, stifling it in hopes they didn’t wake Omega. “About what happened—”

“Please…” the plead leaves Mara’s lips before she could even make her request. “I do not wish to discuss the events of today. At least give me tonight before you demand any explanation.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.” He answers, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“Oh… my apologies.”

“It’s fine, I know we’ve all been a little pushy.” Hunter says, nodding slightly toward Omega seeing as she was the reason why they were trying to learn everything about Mara. “I just wanted to apologize for not stopping him sooner. Even if that wasn’t what I had originally thought he was going to do.”

“I was surprised as well. You do not need to apologize. Elliot is a coward and he always will be. He’s just a spice runner who can’t stay out of trouble and throws others in the dirt to assure his own safety.” Mara answers. “He had come onto me before, but that was a long time ago. I hadn’t expected him to kiss me.”

“Yeah, I picked that up from your conversation.” Hunter answers a little awkwardly.

“I just don’t understand why he’d insinuate that I’m with you. He has certainly always been a flirt, but I didn’t think he’d be so jealous.” Mara ponders aloud. She looks at the man across from her who suddenly appeared uncomfortable. “Sorry… I’m not used to my emotions and others. It must be annoying and uncomfortable.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s also not the first time I’d heard that be insinuated. The woman running the… ‘toy’ stand had insinuated it as well.” Hunter answered with a chuckle. His face was red, clearly he had been uncomfortable with the insinuation.

“That lady was very rude. Calling you two toys like she has some sort of authority.” Mara states, sounding rather upset, much to Hunter’s surprise. But perhaps that was just another thing he had a missing detail to.

“One other thing.” Hunter speaks up, Mara nods, waiting for him to continue. “You told him about Omega?”

“Yes, and now I fear that it is something I will come to regret. But you don’t understand. I didn’t think I was ever going to see her again. Or anyone who ever showed me an ounce of kindness. We’d been traveling together for four months before I told him.” Mara sighs as she feels those warm tears finally slip from her eyes. “I told him everything. I didn’t think I was going to live long enough to regret it. But I do and I don’t want it to happen again. So forgive me when the day comes that you learn everything about me. Even if it’s not from my own lips.”

She rises to her feet and leaves him once more, climbing the gunners mount to join Omega. Omega was her shield, and Hunter wasn’t going to wake Omega just to demand information about her.

Mara was scared. She’s in a battle she’s going to lose. She just wants to be with Omega for a little while longer, at least until the day comes when she has to leave again.

Taglist

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[korribanarchive]

Bad Batch Romantic Headcanons

LOVE LANGUAGES- sort of

One doesn’t always need to say the words “I love you” to make those feelings clear to another. In fact it is rare on the Havoc Marauder that those words ever need to be spoken aloud. She found that her boys never had to tell her. She just knew.

HUNTER: Hunter’s love came through with the slightest touch. The way he rested his hand on her lower back while they stood at the holo-terminal and the strong grip of his arms around her in the night, his nose buried in the crook of her neck planting the occasional soft kiss on the soft skin.

WRECKER:Wrecker showed his love with the little things- lifting her so she could reach something out of her reach, helping her by carrying or picking up something heavy for her. His love would come through strongest when they were reminding each other how good the other was for them. When he would thank her for being so gentle tending an injury and when she whispered praises of his gentleness and strength in his ear.

CROSSHAIR:Crosshair’s love was hard to see as an outsider. It showed through the brightest when she was in his arms in his bunk, his skilled, slender fingers running through her hair as her body rested atop his, but the little things in front of others were her favorite. The way he would wordlessly place a cup of caf made just how she liked next to her while she worked on reports. The subtle spark that fired when his hands brushed against hers while they were both working at the console.

TECH:Tech’s love was slow to build and slow to become clear, but once it was clear it was impossible for her to miss. The way he would spend hours researching something she had mentioned she liked and then spend the morning regaling her with his findings. The way his eyes lit up when she leaned closer to hear everything he was telling her. The sweetest show of his love is the little things he would bring her from missions that made him think of her.

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb headcanons #romantic headcanons #tbb love languages #hunter bad batch #tech bad batch #crosshair bad batch #wrecker bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #bad batch x oc

[zoeykallus]

Bad Batch – No Payne No Gain 2 – What Did He Say?

Bad Batch FF X Female OC (Zoey Payne)

Warnings: Strong Language

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The atmosphere is a little tense during the deal with the Wookies. Apart from that, Hunter is not particularly quick to understand clues. Tech, for his part, doesn't get along too well with the smuggler.

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What Happened Before:

The Bad Batch - No Payne No Gain 1 - The Meeting

Part 2 - What Did He Say?

The Wookies were huge, Zoey was always amazed and also a little intimidated but knew how to hide it well.

Hunter and Tech put down the box of merchandise and nodded to the Wookies.

The eyes of the Wookies fell on the pendants they carried and the atmosphere seemed to relax a little, at least for the moment.

The leader of the group addressed Hunter, who of course understood nothing, whereupon Hunter looked a little helplessly back and forth between Tech and Payne.

"He wants you to open the boxes," the smuggler said.

Tech nodded in agreement to which she forestalled with the translation.

"I should note that I understand the language as well," he said, almost a little indignantly.

With raised eyebrows, Payne looked at him and said, "Okay, you'll get a cookie later as an apology."

Tech frowned indignantly, shifted his goggles with a jerky motion, and said to Hunter: "She's pretty outrageous, do we really need her?"

"Yes," Hunter returned curtly, trying to focus on the situation at hand.

The Wookies stepped closer, looked at the contents of the boxes and exchanged a few words, or rather sounds, among themselves. They seemed satisfied and one among them asked about the rest of the goods.

"They are satisfied so far and want to see all the merchandise," Tech said hastily before Zoey could say anything.

Her green eyes flashed at him in amusement and she suppressed a grin, finding his overzealous behavior kind of amusing. Like a little schoolboy who couldn't wait until he was finally called on.

The two men went to get the rest of the boxes and Zoey chatted a bit with the Wookies, who seemed to like her, but they didn't like the two men very much. Apparently they had recognized a clone in Hunter, and the Wookies had had some pretty bad experiences with those toward the end of the war. Zoey assured the Wookies that Hunter and Tech were different, clones in a way, but against the Empire and for the Rebellion. For now, the Wookies accepted what she told them, but they still didn't seem too happy.

As Tech and Hunter put down the last box, Hunter said to the redhead, "Hey, somehow I feel like the mood has tipped. Or does it just seem that way to me?"

He had a good grasp of things, I'll give him that, Zoey thought.

"You're right, the mood is indeed on the ropes a bit. They recognized you as a clone, and the Wookies aren't too keen on clones," Zoey clarified to him with a shrug.

"I see," Hunter grumbled "Is there anything we can do to lighten the mood?"

"No," the smuggler replied curtly "Do the deal and don't get any ideas about screwing with the guys and you'll get out of here alive. Don't try to explain yourself or anything, I already did that, just carry on as normal"

One of the Wookies grumbled something and he didn't seem very friendly. Tech stared at him with his mouth open and his gaze wandered a little helplessly to Zoey.

Hunter looked from one to the other and cautiously asked, "What did he say?"

"I'm not sure I want to translate that," Tech said nervously.

Hunter raised his eyebrows and looked into Zoey's amused face.

She leaned over one of the boxes to him and said sweetly, "He says you guys need to stop talking and get down to business or he'll rip both your arms off and shove them so far up your ass your fingers will come out of your mouth."

Tech nodded, "Correct."

Hunter cleared his throat and said, "Of course we don't want that. The goods are here, all there, as agreed" and pointed to the boxes.

Goods and payment were exchanged and after a quick goodbye, the two clones, along with the smuggler, boarded the Marauder again.

"That was more tense than I expected," Hunter muttered.

Zoey leaned against the copilot's seat in the cockpit and said, "Toward the end of the war, when the clones turned on the Jedi, the Wookies helped Master Joda escape from their planet. The consequences were mass killings and executions of Wookies by the Empire. I can understand why they hate your kind."

Tech looked at the smuggler grimly and said, "The regular clones had no choice at all, they were controlled by inhibitor chips, it was not their choice to turn against the Jedi. The Empire had them completely under control"

Zoey nodded, "I know, Rex told me the story. Still I understand the Wookies, they suffered a trauma that affected their entire species, inhibitor chips or not, that they can't trust you so easily is still understandable"

Tech looked back down at his holopad and muttered, "That may be true"

"How do you know so much about the Wookies?", Hunter wanted to know as Tech was about to start the hyperspace jump.

"I lived on Kashyyyk for many years in my youth, even before the war, I spent most of my childhood here".

Hunter nodded, he still had a lot of questions about her, for some reason he still wanted to know a lot of things about the pretty smuggler, but he kept those questions to himself for now.

"We will stop over on Ord Mantell as we discussed. Do you have someone to pick you up from there or another way to move on?" he asked instead.

On Zoey's full, rosy lips, appeared a small smile as she replied, "Want to get rid of me already, Sergeant?"

At the same moment that Hunter said "No" in surprise, Tech said "Yes" Hunter as well as Zoey looked at the pilot, frowning. Tech ducked under the stares and mumbled an apology. Zoey laughed softly, she wasn't miffed, she knew not everyone got along with her personality. Tech was far too tame and delicate to get along with someone like her for any length of time.

"No," Hunter finally repeated, "I didn't mean it that way, of course."

Zoey gave him a smile that seemed to crawl under his skin.

"I'm staying for a day or two before I get picked up. I've rented a room above Cid's Bar. Rex will pick me up there in two days," she explained to him.

Hunter nodded slowly and said, "Then I'll be sure to see you before you leave Ord Mantell."

Zoey nodded, "I'm assuming so," with a smile she added "If you're not doing anything tonight, we could spend some time together. I could use a little fun"

Hunter didn't seem to understand the innuendo at all, because the answer he gave came in such a casual, innocent tone that Zoey had to grin.

"Sure, we'll have some quiet time after this assignment. We could get together tonight."

Tech, who surprisingly understood the innuendo very well, cocked an eybrow, but said nothing in response.

#the bad batch fanfiction #star wars #the bad batch #clonelove #clone force 99 #tbb #sw tbb #clone trooper tech #bad batch #bad batch hunter #bad batch x oc #hunter the bad batch #star wars bad batch #sw the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars tbb #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch fanfic #bad batch fanfic #bad batch fic #x oc #star wars x oc #x smuggler oc #fanfiction #fanfic #tbb tech #oc zoey #x oc fanfic

[venus-skywalker-afton]

So this is my character for the bad batch if anyone wants to draw her feel free, you can add her to any of the bad batch characters

#star wars #bad batch x oc

[shadowthestoryteller]

Two new chapters are up on Wattpad for To the Far Reaches!

Wordcount: 3.7k/3.7k Rating: 18+ (Suggestive References/Language)

Masterlist 

#bad batch #the bad batch #self insert #clone force 99 #TtFR #Adventures!Bad Batch #Adventures of an Idiot (And the Idiot is Me) #fanfiction #OC_Shadow #bad batch x OC #original content #tcw era bad batch #og bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #clone wars era bad batch

[multix-ct117]

Bad Batch fanfic Ao3

“Obviously, we are different.” Tech went on, “They manipulated preexisting aberrations in our DNA, resulting in your brute strength, Crosshair’s sharpshooting skills, Madds’ distinct features and heightened agility, Hunter’s enhanced senses, and my exceptional mind.”

A Bad Batch fanfic I started on when the show first came out. I’m currently working on the final chapters for the latest season and should begin regularly updating….

#star wars the clone wars #bad batch #clone force 99 #99 #female oc #oc #ao3 #star wars #fanfic #star wars fanfiction #bad batch x reader #bad batch x oc #the bad batch

[the-silentium]

Achille’s Heel

Masterlist

Pairing: Wrecker x OC.

Words: 3234 words

Warnings: None.

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Exchanging knowledge with Tech was one of Kai's favorite things to do, other than creating pictures with successions of 1s and 0s or listening to Layla hum soft tunes under her breath. He was a curious being, who could really blame him? He had been thrown into a completely different universe that was onto a whole new level of technology that could perhaps rival the Forerunners. 

Plus, the more he knew, the safest Layla was. 

If he had to choose one thing that would be his favorite out of this whole new universe, he would choose the harmony. The inter-species relationships weren't the same as in the Milky Way galaxy. Kai admired how all those different species with different needs, physiologies, morphologies and intelligence managed to coexist in an overall peace. He liked to imagine how life would have been if the aliens under the Covenant alliance hadn't decided that mankind was a subspecies to exterminate. It wasn't hard to imagine; what was hard was to hope that his mental pictures would ever come true after 24 years of brutal war. 

The chances of the Covenant and humans living in peace were very much close to none. It was a delusion. 

So as a true artificial soldier, Kai pushed the peace ideas aside for him to fantasize about later when he would be in resting mode, and put his energy on learning new war strategies that Tech was developing. His new reality was to fight for the Republic and not the UNSC. The humanity he once was created to serve was long lost to him and his Spartan. 

Tech's datapad displayed a battle simulation. Kai listened to the clone's explanation of the situation and described his multiple plan ideas that would use the clones' and Layla's abilities to their fullest. He listened with genuine interest and offered his thoughts whenever requested. He loved the audacity and ingenuity of the various plans presented, but most of all, he loved that they used his partner's strengths. Kai nodded in approval to the latest suggestion.

"I don't think many doors could survive a combined hit from Wrecker and Layla." He confirmed with a chuckle. "Just imagine the damage they could do to–"

"Something's wrong with her." Crosshair's voice caught Kai's immediate attention– the mix of 'wrong' and 'her' in the same sentence making him as alert as if he was on the battlefield. 

"What do you mean?" His worry showed on his face and could be heard in his voice. The usually stoic sniper had a somber look in his eyes that unsettled him. He unconsciously tried to run an exam of her vitals which showed a completely blank report; Layla wasn't in her armor so he didn't have access to her information. His hands closed into tight fists in frustration and worry. 

"She's burnin'." Crosshair explained from his spot in the doorway of the barracks. His eyes moved back towards what Kai assumed was Hunter's bunk where you laid, sick. 

Kai had to wait for Tech to come back with some news. He saw Hunter enter the barracks after Tech while Crosshair remained still, his back keeping the door from closing. As the seconds passed, Kai looked down at his station. He hated that he had to be a simple AI, stuck to a helmet or a station. He wanted to help and not just by providing insights. He wished he could actively go into the room and help.  

"She got a fever." Hunter came back to address him. The clone took the AI chip out of the ship's station and connected him to a datapad instead. With Kai in his hands, the sergeant walked back to the barracks. 

"Is the wound infected?" Kai couldn't believe that she got sick. He had kept a close look at Tech's work. The wound had been cleaned properly. He could even tell that it had been overly cleaned, just to be sure that no trace of the incident would be left behind. He had missed something. He must have. 

A groggy Wrecker slowly rose up from the top bunk. "What's going on?" He managed to say in a yawn. His question went ignored. 

"No, it's still perfectly clean. No bleeding either." Tech informed him. Kai ran dozens of scenarios in hope of finding where he screwed up. Spartans usually had a very resistant metabolism that left them nearly invulnerable to sickness. If something managed to get her in a feverish state, then it must be something serious. 

A pained whine filled the small room. Layla's eyelids slowly lifted as if they weighed more than usual. Kai had never seen her eyes as unfocussed as in that moment. 

"Hey." Hunter kneeled by the bed to gently put a hand on her naked shoulder. Kai now noticed the fine layer of sweat covering her skin. "How do you feel?" 

"Tired." She sounded out of breath. 

Hunter acknowledged her with a hum. "Does something hurt?"

"Everywhere." Her eyes scrunched and her jaw tightened in visible pain. "Bones." 

Tech shook his head. "We should go to a medbay. I can't do anything other than give her something for the pain and the fever." He paused. "Although I'm not certain we should give her anything. Her body could react badly to our medication." 

Kai's eyes widened in realization. 

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Wrecker looked at Layla from where he sat on the empty bed on the other side of the room. He was heartbroken to see her so frail and vulnerable when she was always so strong and shrugged off the worst dangers like they were nothing. All he wanted to do was hug her tightly in hope of sharing his strength to see her strong and healthy again. To see her smile again. 

Tech took them to the closest medbay in no time. Kai had mumbled under his breath in a language he couldn't understand for the whole duration of the trip, unnerving Wrecker even more. Would she be okay? Fevers were not nice to deal with, but he was always back on the field after a good couple of days of rest. Wouldn't it work for her too? 

The whole team was waiting for the medic to come back with results following her bloodwork. The more they waited, the more Wrecker wanted to take her in his arms and return to the ship. He hated medbays. Although seeing her like this made him more distressed, so he would hold on for her. Because as Tech put it, she needed care they alone could not provide. 

He looked at the floor when he felt like his heart was starting to break. He didn't want her to die. He didn't want to relive the white-hot pain that was grief. He preferred to laugh. His finger went over the fingerprint she accidentally left on the side of his helmet. He didn't want memories. He wanted her. 

Wrecker's eyes shot up as the door opened. General Kenobi entered the room with Marshall Commander Cody in tow. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, but Wrecker couldn't help feeling anxious. 

"Sorry boys but I gotta ask you to leave the room." The Marshall Commander turned towards them while the General immediately went to your side. The request made Wrecker even more anxious. He stood with a refusal at his lips. 

"We know her origins." Tech cut him short. Kai's hologram slowly nodded his head in agreement, his eyes looking at the wall as if he was lost in his thoughts. 

"What he means is, we'd like to stay, sir. She's a member of our team." Hunter added after reprimanding Tech with a hard gaze. 

"Very well." General Kenobi conceded. Wrecker thought he would not be pleased that you told them who you were. The General had been explicit that you shouldn't talk about yourself, yet he looked like he didn't mind it. The clone was confused. 

"She was diagnosed with Bybbec fever." General Kenobi informed them when he looked down at a medical datapad. 

"Bybbec fever?" Should he be worried if Tech was confused? Tech knew a lot of things and could often predict an outcome to a fairly precise degree, so Wrecker chose to take it as a bad sign. Even Crosshair looked like he wasn't expecting this at all! "But how–?" 

"She slept in the bed." Kai's small voice made the room go silent. Wrecker tried to understand why her sleeping in a real bed for once made her sick. He had to admit that they weren't the comfiest bed in the galaxy, he had slept on comfier jungle floors, but she used to sleep seated on a crate! 

"Can you explain, young friend?" General Kenobi approached Kai's datapad. 

"She doesn't have any immunity against the diseases of this world." He pointed out. "She was fine for so long so I forgot about it, but she was fine because she stayed in her sealed suit and removed it only in a somewhat clean environment for short periods of time like in the freshers. Her battlesuit has filters that are completely effective at removing toxins and bacteria from local atmospheres so that has never been a problem either." Wrecker almost thought he imagined a soft hiccup in the little man's voice. If only the AI didn't have his helmet hiding his face, he could have confirmed if Kai was indeed crying or not. "But she got hit and I asked her to sleep in a bed for once. And because the clones have a strong immune system they don't get sick, although they can still carry the bacterias, which make them vectors. Her suit was partially off at the time which made her vulnerable to pathogens." 

Wrecker almost dropped his bucket in shock. He didn't want to be the cause of your sickness. He didn't even think he could get you sick. Guilt washed over him despite knowing that he wasn't the express cause of her pain. He couldn't help it. 

"So she fell sick because she slept in one of our beds…" Hunter trailed off in disbelief. 

"That's the only possible explanation. She has been eating the same rations for a year and hasn't fallen sick so far. I also triple-checked if the composition of bacta would be harmful but it wasn't and the wound was correctly disinfected, meaning that she caught the virus after the wound was dressed." 

The silence in the room made Wrecker even more uneasy. Did that mean they were all a danger to her? That she would always need to be fully armored around them? He himself loved to remove his armor after a long battle and couldn't imagine keeping it on all the time. She had done exactly that so far, but he wished she would have removed her gear before. Not only because she was nice to look at, but he also thought she deserved to take it easy and that she definitely pushed her limits most of the time. When Kai said that she had been neglecting herself for nearly a year, he had been extremely worried. He had silently swore to keep an eye out for her needs and limits so he could help however he could. 

His heart tightened when he glanced at her body tensing in pain. 

"What should we do?" He asked, eager to find a way to help. 

"I'll have to bring this matter to the council, but it seems to me that she'll be removed from any clone squad for her own safety." Wrecker stopped breathing at the General's words. He didn't want her to leave. That wasn't what he meant. 

He turned to Hunter who was frowning like whenever he caught wind that Wrecker used up all the hot water of the ship. He wasn't happy. But he wasn't refusing the decision either. 

"This is not an option." Kai somberly opposed, stealing Wrecker's words. The Batch released a silent, relieved breath. 

"Why is that?"

"It'll kill her." Kai closed his fists while Wrecker froze again. "For a year she had been neglecting herself, pushing her metabolism to extreme limits. Her sleep schedule became shorter each month, she only ate two-thirds of what she was supposed to consume on a resting diet, so merely a third of what her high functioning metabolism needed for battle. She was on the edge of a physical burnout. But once she joined this team, she got better. Slept better, ate better, felt better."

He knew she had problems with food. When she first joined their squad, she only ever ate when told to, and more often than not she didn't finish her serving and let him have the rest. It wasn't after she saved them from their crash on the snow planet that she started eating without being told to and even finished her rations. At the time, he had felt bad after he realized that she had cut her portions, now he was devastated. 

General Kenobi gripped his chin in thought. "What changed?"

"Familiarity, General." Kai replied without any ounce of doubt. 

"Familiarity?"

"The Bad Batch reminds her– reminds us of our previous team. With them, she feels like she belongs."

Wrecker released his tight grip on the sheets beneath him. It felt good to hear that she felt like she was one of them, because she was. At least one thing went right. 

"What changed between the battalions and Clone Force 99?" The General inquired.

“It's- eh- You have to know that Layla is what we call a Spartan-III, which are considered cheap and expendable supersoldiers,” He said with disdain, to which Wrecker could relate. “As opposed to their Spartan-IIs counterparts that are so important they are cryogenized after death in hope to be revived later. The human army of our world recruited orphans fuelled with rage and a need for vengeance in order to create weapons. They assigned them to suicide missions that would normally be assigned to Spartan-IIs, but since the missions had extremely low success rates, Commands sent the expendable ones instead and hoped for the best. An extremely low percentage of Spartan-IIIs survived their first mission, and this was not because of a lack of training. She doesn't see Clone Force 99 as expandable or less than the regular clones, but she can relate to them for being outcasts in their own army." 

General Kenobi nodded in understanding. The Marshall Commander who had kept silent until then looked at the group before speaking up. 

"From what you've said, the people in charge do not care if she makes it back and would most likely think her dead, but she still hopes to go back. Why?" 

Kai visibly gulped, a trait he developed after spending so much time around humans. "I- You are correct. The thing is, she would not be welcomed back as she thinks. All she wants is to follow her training and go back to get revenge on the Covenant. However, after what she went through, it is most likely that ONI will take charge of her case once they get wind of what happened to her. They will send her to a top-secret location to run more thorough experiments on her in order to understand what happened; how she space-traveled, how it affected her, if they could reach this world too, among other things and she won't be herself again. Our world is a ticking bomb, sir. The governments are desperate and nervous after 24 years of being hunted down. They act in the shadows and eliminate anyone who says a word against them. They won't turn down this opportunity to possibly expand their control and gain new technology."

Wrecker didn't have time to register all his rage at what Kai just told them, the General hummed. "That's why you sabotaged the cube. To keep her from going back." 

His brain stopped working for a second. He was shocked. His brothers were also completely caught off guard and Kai lowered his head in guilt. He didn't want to believe it. She had so much faith in Kai, gave him her trust and he had been the one who broke the teleportation cube? You had voiced to Wrecker your eagerness to go back home and Kai always smiled sadly and told her to not give up hope. He kept her hopes up when he knew it would be for nothing. 

Sure, after hearing everything Kai told them about her world, he was happy she hadn't managed to go back, but he also hated that she got lied to. 

Kai looked at his partner before looking back at the General. 

"Yes. My goal was, and still is, to keep her safe. I can run four billion operations simultaneously. I may have difficulties with processing numbers, but war strategies are one of the main reasons I was created. It took me less than a second to figure out the outcome of Layla going back to the UNSC. Unfortunately, at the time, she was too blinded by the death of her team and her duty to protect humanity to see it. Letting her with a functioning cube was not a possible option.” Kai explained. His even tone clearly said that he was not ashamed of his actions and would do it again. Wrecker couldn't honestly reprimand him for what he did. 

“And now?”

“She realized a bit ago that since she’s expandable, getting back to the UNSC might be dangerous. The problem is that she strongly thinks of herself as expandable too. It was so deeply ingrained in her brain that she doesn’t even care. I am also 100% certain that survivor's guilt is pushing her to go back.”

Wrecker shuffled on his feet, his eyes alternating between her resting figure and the ground. His heart ached for her. He couldn't imagine losing all his brothers at once and didn't want to imagine what he would do if it ever happened. He also didn't want her to die. Or think of herself as expendable. Because she was essential. Irreplaceable. At least to him. 

"I see." 

"Please consider vaccinating her instead." The AI pleaded. "It'll be hard on her system, but it'll give her more chance of survival than taking her from this squad, General." 

The clone stopped breathing for a second. 

"We'll take this recommendation into consideration. Thank you, young friend."

Wrecker's growing worries deflated and he breathed in relief. She might still remain with them. She would stay in full armor, but at least she would be there. He could accept that. 

"Also, General." Kai added. "I'd like to be the one to tell her what I've done." 

"Of course." With a polite smile, the General exited the room with the Marshall Commander in tow. 

The room was silent once again. Tech was busy recording stuff on his vambrace, Hunter was deep in thought and Crosshair was staring a hole into Kai. 

"It is important for me to say that she does not perceive any of you as substitutes for her old squad. You all happen to be the personality types she enjoys being around and she took a liking to you all for who you are." 

"It's alright. We know." Hunter reassured the flickering AI. 

All they could do now what wait for Layla to get better… and for the council to decide whether or not she could stay with them.

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Grace (Crosshair x F!OC)

Chapter Two: Tooka Tattoos

Rating: Mature

Content: ANGSTY af, but also fluffy because Cross needs some softness. First Person Narrative with now-named-narrator (but could still be read as x Reader if you want) Chapter dives into narrator's tattoos, scars, and past so TW: previous DV / SA survivor. PTSD, Blood, accidental harm (It's a small section of this fic, but I don't want anyone to be unpleasantly surprised.)

But there's also (Cat)Dad!Crosshair/Domestic!Crosshair so don't hate me.

Word Count: 3,640

A/N: I'm committed to their story now so there's much more to come. But I'm not ready to post a schedule, so if you wanna know when I publish, message me to be added to the taglist? Cause that's a thing I have now thanks to @stunkbiggu

Soundtrack: Still by Daughter

Previously... Next...

Crosshair let go of my hips. His hands slid all the way up my naked back to my shoulders, thumbs running along my spine as he went. He lowered to lay himself across my body, his hands massaging my arms, working his way towards my hands which still white knuckled the bed spread. He laced his fingers with mine and kissed my shoulders then my head, both of us sweaty and breathing heavily. He shifted his hips slightly, jostling my legs, making me flinch. I felt him smile against my skin, “What’s the matter?” he asked, tapping my foot with his, making me flinch again. I started to laugh, trying to sit up with him still laying across my back, but as my feet touched the floor the tingling sensation shot up both legs into my hips. He started trailing a hand back down the side of my body.

“Cross, don’t you dare,” I said, trying to wiggle out from under him, but he pressed his entire body weight into me, hand continuing towards my legs. “Crosshair, bad, no,” I growled, trying to playfully smack his hand away from my legs.

He snickered to himself, then stood up, picked me up by my waist and tossed me fully on the bed, sending shocks through my legs as blood flow returned. I rolled onto my back laughing and he crawled between my legs, squeezing up both legs teasingly before he laid on top of me, his arms tucked under me, and I wrapped my tingling legs around his hips. I kissed his temple and he sighed into the curve of my neck.

“I’m starting to think you only like that position because my legs fall asleep,” I said, running my nails over his fuzzy scalp and back.

“Just a bonus."

A shadow moved across the window, stopping for a moment before loudly knocking on the glass.

“Five credits, it's Tech,” I said, staring up at the ceiling.

“I have tried knocking on the front door several times, this is a rather urgent matter,” Tech’s voice called through the window. I sat up under Crosshair’s weight, and my gaze immediately caught the goggled eyes looking into the window.

“We know, we’re trying to ignore you,” I shouted from the bed.

“Ah yes, you appear to be in a um – compromising position. We will wait for you by the door,” he said before his shadow moved back towards the front of the house.

“Close the curtains please,” I said, flopping back into the bed.

“He’s seen my ass before,” he said before kissing my neck a few times.

“Oh so you’re okay with him seeing my ass?”

Crosshair groaned as he got up, closing the curtains then pulling me up to walk to the refresher to get cleaned up. He threw on a set of clothes from my dresser, popped a toothpick in his mouth, and tossed me one of his shirts and some clean pants. I opened the front door and gasped in absolute giddiness when I saw what was curled up in Omega’s hands. Crosshair rushed behind me, then his eyes caught what I was reaching for.

A small, brown, neonatal tooka was sleeping, bundled up in a spare set of blacks. I rushed Omega to the loveseat, ignoring the rest of the Batch as they filed in.

“Wrecker found it when we were running a job with Phee. You were the first person we thought of,” Hunter said, sitting in the chair, looking at me and Omega doting on the small fuzzy form. Wrecker leaned on the back of the couch, while Echo and Tech each sat on an arm of the loveseat. I smiled, petting the tooka between its little ears, “Thanks for thinking of me.”

“Why is that your only color piece?” Omega asked.

“It's for my siblings,” I smiled, as I rolled up the shirt sleeve on my left arm so she could take a look at the tattoo that went from my wrist to my elbow: in a blue and purple galaxy, six, different-sized tookas played with the different planets of my home system.

Omega beamed up at me excitedly, “Do you have a picture of them?”

I hesitated and looked to Crosshair who squeezed onto the couch behind me and was petting the tooka making it purr. He gave me his it’s-up-to-you-shrug. I nodded and went into the bedroom. I took a deep breath and opened my closet. In the back corner was the backpack I brought with me to Pabu, one of the only things that didn't get washed away in the tsunami. I grabbed two flat-holos from the backpack and brought them into the living room. Omega gave Crosshair the bundled Tooka and curled up into me. I handed her the first picture. Wrecker gasped behind me, “Oh maker! Look at you!”

I was the oldest child, twelve years old at the time, and holding my two year old brother on my hip. My very pregnant mother was sitting in a chair, holding my six year old brother in her lap. My twin brothers were five, standing to her left and right, each holding a small tooka. My brothers looked more like my mother than I did, with brown hair and hazel eyes. My blonde hair was chin length and pulled back, a few curls fell in front of my face that my brother held onto with his little fist. We were all smiling, but I certainly looked the happiest.

“I only see five children in this photo, and you appear to only have brothers, yet you refer to them as siblings. Do you not have a picture with the youngest after she was born?” Tech asked over my shoulder.

“Keila didn’t make it,” I said plainly, “She still deserved a place on my skin.” Crosshair placed his unoccupied hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. He’d seen the pictures, and he knew their stories.

Echo picked up the holo I had put on the caf table and handed it to me: “And this your father?”

My father and I looked almost exactly alike. I was eighteen, standing behind him kissing his cheek, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. He was holding my left hand, looking up from his workbench with a surprised smile. We both looked worse for wear in our dirty jumpsuits. My father had started to look very sick by then, thin hair, dark circles under his gray eyes, face slightly sunken in. My curls were falling from my braids, there was a bruise along my left cheekbone and jaw. My right hand was bandaged. The scars from those injuries would later be covered by tattooed vines, flowers and snakes winding their way up my arm to my neck, strategically covering other marks from various accidents and incidents.

“Who did you get into a fight with?” Wrecker asked, amused and pointing to me in the photo.

“A hyperdrive,” I said quickly. From the corner of my eye I saw Tech and Echo exchange glances.

Hunter reached over and took the holo of my father and I to look at it. “Are your parents still alive?”

“My dad died a couple months after that picture was taken. My mom, I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to anyone since I got here.” I said as I took the holo back from him and walked into the bedroom, tucking them back in the backpack. “Let’s get some supplies for the little one,” I called from the bedroom before closing the closet door.

In the market, Omega walked next to me, looking down at the fuzzy bundle in her arms, occasionally looking up at me. I waited until she found the bravery to speak:

“Cerri?” My name was a quiet mumble from her lips.

“What’s wrong, Sunpetal?” I asked, smiling down at her.

“What were your parents like?” She asked, looking like she was about to cry.

“Well, my mom loved animals. She was so compassionate towards little creatures. She was the one who took in the tookas in that picture. She just…” I had to word the next part carefully. “She had a hard time with people. She loved us, but after giving birth, she would get so sad, so detached. I got to see a happy mom for a couple years. But my brothers were all so close together in age, she had a miscarriage before the twins, then Keila…Dad and I did our best with them, but mom couldn’t connect with us. Doesn’t mean I don’t love her any less.”

“What about your dad?”

“I miss him dearly. He was a mechanic, worked on ships and speeders. When I got older I would go to work with him to help out. We made a great team, both at work and taking care of our family. Watching him love my mom so unconditionally, I knew...” I choked on the last part, rubbing my thighs as I looked around at a booth we stopped at. Crosshair walked up behind me and grabbed my hand. I continued: “Uh, he loved music too. We used to sing together in the shop, sharing all the music we found with each other. As he was dying, he asked for one last song. It’s not a happy memory, but it’s very precious.”

Omega handed Crosshair the tooka before wrapping her arms around me, holding me tight. He gave me a quick kiss on the temple before paying for the few things we needed to take care of our fuzzy new addition to the family.

I was lying between Crosshair’s legs, my back against his chest as we laid on the couch later that evening. He rested his head against mine, both of us watching the little tooka’s ears wiggle as she sucked the bottle. He ran his hands over my thighs, feeling the scars through my sweats. He moved his hands up, one under my shirt to cup my breast and one started sliding under the waistband of my pants. He started kissing my neck as he slipped his hand a little further into my panties. I giggled as I stopped his hand: 

“She’s trying to eat and Hunter will be back any minute with Omega and Lyana.”

He rolled his eyes and removed his hands from under my clothes, “Why are they staying here tonight?”

“They want to cuddle the little one. Besides, this is my house. You can go back to the Marauder if it bothers you,” I said teasingly, handing him the empty bottle to put on the caf table.

“All my clothes are here,” he said “There’s not a lot of room for me there anyway.”

“Are you telling me you moved in without asking?” I said laughing, turning to look at him.

“I haven’t brought my weapons kit yet,” he said, folding the plush blanket we decided to use for the tooka so Hunter could have his blacks back. “You haven’t seemed to mind that I've been here every night for the last three weeks.”

“Not even a little bit,” I said leaning in for a kiss.

“Good. The kit should fit under–” He said as he leaned in to me.

I pulled away with a grin just before our lips touched, “Not until you actually ask me,” I said. He pulled back and narrowed his eyes at me. “We never even labeled this,” I said, gesturing between the two of us, “Now you’re moving in? I want you to at least ask.”

He picked up the tooka and held it up, “We just adopted this together,” He swaddled the whining tooka up in the blanket, put it in my arms and kissed me. “There’s your fucking label. As for–”

“I heard that!” Omega’s voice called through the door, followed by Lyana’s giggling.

Crosshair got up off the couch to open the door and let the two girls and Hunter in, arguing to Omega that ‘it doesn’t count because she heard through the door’. I put the kitten in Lyana’s hands and led the girls to the bedroom. Hunter put their things down at the foot of the bed and watched with a smile as the girls crawled up into the fresh bed sheets giggling and fawning over the little one.

“She needs a name!” Omega said excitedly.

“Kit. Her name is Kit.” I said, winking at Crosshair.

Hunter said goodnight to the girls and closed the door behind him. He stayed for a while and talked with us until it was obvious from the lack of giggles and whispers that Lyana and Omega had fallen asleep. After Hunter left, Crosshair leaned back into the sofa, feet on the table, one hand in my hair, the other holding mine. I laid awake with my head in his lap, my past replaying in my mind, and my free hand tracing the straight scars on my thigh. His soft voice broke my train of thought:

“Can I move in with you?”

***

I felt a hand on my clothed stomach and startled awake.

“Easy, cyare, it’s me,” Crosshair’s voice was gentle in the dark, as he tried to pull me closer to him by my shirt but I shifted out of his reach and got out of bed.

“Cerri?”

“Go back to sleep, Cross.” My voice was shaking.

It was the third day of broken sleep and nightmares. Crosshair woke up every so many hours to try to take care of Kit, but I had already been awake every time. He tried to get me to nap before work, but I could only sleep for an hour or two at a time before I woke up in a sweat or he startled me awake mid-dream. The last two nights I went to sleep in a shirt and shorts, and picking up on my shift, he was sleeping in his boxers. Every nightmare was bad, but that one felt too real. I tried to breathe slowly and filled a glass with water. I heard Crosshair get out of bed and start walking into the kitchen.

My nineteenth birthday: Dad died. He helped get mom and the boys settled in for the night. Then left me alone in our bedroom till morning, to go sleep with some other, happier, girl.

‘Why did you stay?’

The question everyone had asked me. I leaned over the kitchen counter and started to cry, my lungs on fire. 

Screaming at each other in the kitchen: He came home to me crying, but didn’t want to come home to my ‘bullshit’. I threw a muffin pan at his head. He slapped my face.

‘It’s all my fault.’

The same words, same images repeating over and over in my head, every old feeling burrowing under my skin.

My face shoved into a pillow: I’d told him no. But that makes me a bad partner. My body is his to fuck as he pleases, I don’t get a say.

‘You asked for it.’

The sudden rush of my mother’s voice in my mind flared the old rage inside of me and I threw the glass at the lower cabinets, shattering it across the kitchen floor around me. I started to scream, curling up into myself on the kitchen floor, glass cutting into my knees as I sobbed uncontrollably. I kneeled there screaming and crying, muscles aching and gasping for breath between sobs. I felt arms around me, and I started sobbing “no” and “let me go” over and over.

“I need to get you off the floor,” Crosshair whispered in my ears as he picked me up. He carried me over to the loveseat before leaving me there, crying into my bloody knees.

As I tired myself out, I focused on the world around me again. I heard glass being swept up behind me. After hearing the clatter of glass in the trash, the bedroom door opened. Kit was crying out loudly, the crying getting louder as Crosshair carried her over to me. “You woke the baby,” he said, nudging the bundle of blanket and tooka into my arms. I started crying again, feeling overwhelmed and nauseous from my outburst, and feeling guilty for waking Crosshair and Kit. I took her and started petting her to settle her down. After a moment, the refresher light clicked on, blinding me briefly. Kit’s cries settled into purring as she fell back to sleep. Crosshair kneeled in front of me, setting a medkit on the sofa next to me.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, trying to meet my gaze. I nodded, still looking down at Kit. He gently pulled my legs down so that I was sitting normally on the sofa. He cleaned the cuts on my knees and applied bacta patches while I sat there silently crying, trying to settle down. He closed up the medkit and set it on the caf table before sitting on the opposite side of the loveseat. I looked over at him. He looked confused and pained, but kept his distance, sitting facing me with his arm stretched across the back of the sofa towards me. I cuddled Kit close and started sobbing apologies. He tugged on my shirt and I relented, curling up into him, letting him hold me close, alternating between rubbing my back and playing with my hair. 

“Aurren?” He asked softly. I looked up at him, mortified. “You’ve said his name once or twice in your sleep,” he said quietly. I cried:

“I’ve never had someone make me feel so angry, so miserable, so worthless. He made sure everything was my fault. And I let it go, blaming the marks on a slip up at the shop. Every night he manipulated and guilted me into bed... I didn’t understand the disgust and violation I felt after sex with him. I always let it go because he was always there for me, like Dad was there for Mom. And I was getting so moody, I started to see myself in her. I was such a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” he whispered against my skin. Crosshair wiped my face with his thumb, “How did you get out?”

I shook at the memory of the night. He stopped wiping away my tears for a moment and looked at me with wide eyes.

“He got so angry. Then I got angry and he didn’t like that. I was pretty bloody by the end of it.” I mindlessly rubbed the fading scar along my left cheekbone. “I tried to go home that night but Mom...” I sobbed and pushed away her words. “I took the holos, cut my hair, and changed my name. Tattoos came later. I was hiding on different planets for two years before I was connected with a group of abuse survivors who helped me get to Pabu.” I looked up at him.

He kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger. I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of lips to my skin. 

“Are you gonna leave me?” I said choking on the words.

“You haven’t left me,” He pulled his face away to look at me, “We have a child together, I’m not going anywhere.” He let a playful smile tug at his lips.

I started to laugh, looking down at Kit, wiping my tears off the top of her head, making her purr again. “It’s just a tooka, Cross, it’s not that serious.”

He kissed from my temple, down my jaw to my lips and kissed me passionately. 

“It is to me,” he whispered when he pulled away so we could catch our breaths. I smiled but a yawn took me by surprise. He grinned, picked me up off the loveseat, and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and tucked Kit into her little box next to his side of the bed before sliding in next to me. I cuddled into his side and fell asleep within a few minutes.

When I woke up, Crosshair’s side of the bed was empty and the bedroom door was closed. The sunlight around the closed curtains had a gray tint as I listened to rain patter against the glass. I laid there for a while before I got up. I opened the door and saw six faces turn to look at me. Crosshair was in the kitchen with Omega, holding Kit and feeding her, while the other Batchers occupied the few seats I had around my house. Everyone’s eyes looked down at my bare legs. Crosshair went back to feeding Kit, while the others admired the tattoos on my legs they had never seen before: The large, sketched and shaded Starbird that covered the scars on the front of my left thigh. My right thigh had a mountain range against a night sky, with three moons in different phases. The outside of my right calf had a skeleton playing a viol, flowers laced between the bones.

“Nice ink,” Hunter said, his eyes lingering on my calf.

“Good evening, Cerri!” Omega called as she ran up to give me a hug.

Echo started to ask about my knees, but Crosshair shot him a dirty look.

“Evening? What time is it?” I asked as I walked over to Tech and looked over his shoulder at his data pad. I looked at Crosshair in a panic. He and I were supposed to be at work an hour earlier.

“Cross!” I shouted, startling Kit and Tech at the sudden noise.

“It’s fine, I commed Joy. You’re off tomorrow too,” he said quietly.

I started to protest, but Crosshair just walked over and handed me Kit.

“I’m working tomorrow, don’t worry about credits.” He started to push me and Omega towards the loveseat. I started to protest again but he whispered in my ear: 

“Cuddle the baby, and let me love you.”

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[queen-of-the-night-lights]

Different ( The Bad Batch x OC)

A/N: So after much internal debate I decided I am going to post the first chapter of my OC Bad Batch fic. This is just to test the waters to see if anyone is interested. The story takes place before season 7 of Clone Wars so I apologize to Echo fans. This is also a small self insert OC because I am lonely and love clones.

Warnings: Mentions of prison, crime, and canon typical violence.

Summary: After being caught by the Republic for attempting to steal from various senators Tessa is given a unique prison sentence. This leads to her being forced into various rotations throughout the GAR, but due to her personality not many of the clones like her. Now she has one last chance to prove she’s not difficult to work with, but the squad she is assigned to isn’t what she expected.

Life has so many twist and turns, and for some it happens so often that it feels normal that couldn’t be more true for Tessa. She had an interesting life to say the least. Fleeing her home planet after a political take over, having to split up from her family, bounty hunting, and getting arrested by the republic. That last one would change her life forever. It was supposed to be an easy job, steal a few trinkets from a list of senators and sell them back to people they have wronged. She got greedy though when she noticed one of the senators personal computers had been left out. The codes were rather easy to crack and a quick download later she had the entire drive copied on to a disk.

As she finished an alarm was set off that sensitive materials were downloaded by an unknown source, usually Tessa knew how to override such controls but this code was different and there was no time to mess with it. She ran and got pretty far and made it to her ship. As she was leaving the atmosphere a ship caught her in a tractor beam. Making the decision not to go out by trying to escape she surrendered. Something happened at her trial that she never expected, they offered her a job instead of prison time. According to the senate and Jedi’s present, they were impressed that she had gone undetected for hours and after reading her records had only been caught or even noticed now. The job was to rotate between battalions and fly them for any stealth or special operations.

At first it was weird for both Tessa and the troopers, then as time went most clones were annoyed that she was going with them. She had quite a unique personality and can go from sweet to rude in less than a second. It didn’t help that a lot of troopers just treated her like a criminal, she was but hey at least she was helping and always did her job. One day while assembling her gear back together Commander Cody came in with her new rotation and briefing. “ Hey, Commander what do you have for me this time?” She asked . Shaking his head he handed her the data pad and explained. “ You will be gone on your usual 6 missions with this group-“ “ Who are these troopers?” She interrupted. “ I’ve never worked with them before. '' He sighed, looking at the girl and rubbing his temple slightly. “ No you haven't. I was ordered to add them to your rotation due to multiple complaints about your more recent missions.” She rolled her eyes as she continued to read “ I’m not that bad.”

Cody then started to go into his Commander voice which he knew would get her to listen to him. “ You have not followed orders for the past seven rotations and have made reckless decisions threatening the mission and some of the men.” Looking him directly in the eye she responded “ Commander, with all due respect through that so called reckless ness we didn’t loose as many men as we would have. Sure more were injured, but I’m tired of everyone here acting as though having more men die than just hurt is better. I do what I think is right, even if no one agrees. I get the job done so why should it matter!” The whole “ do what your told” mentality of the GAR always bothered Tessa. It’s why she became a bounty hunter, usually the client didn’t care how your job was done so long as it was done.

Sighing Cody then explained “ You can’t keep doing this. It is rare that we have civilians help in the field as much as you do. You know that the conditions of your arrest and your time can change very quickly and if you can’t change or at least get a higher standing review from a commanding officer they will send you to prison. Do you understand?” The girl averted her gaze and looked at the floor. She knew he was right, and it wasn’t that you had no good reviews, a few divisions liked her. Or at least she thought so. The 501st, 212th, and the 114th seemed to like her okay.

However the Jedi generals of those groups tended to be more understanding of her situation and of how being able to critically think was a good skill to have in the war. The clone commanders of those groups did try to help her, that’s why Cody, Rex, and Wolffe were more than willing to make sure to send her to the proper type of missions during her rotations so that she couldn’t cause too much trouble. “ Yes sir, I understand.” Placing a hand on her shoulder Cody complimented “ Your a good person Tess, but the courts only look at your reviews and data.” Taking a breath you told him “ I know.”

“ Promise me this time around that you are actually going to try with this group. Do what you do best, analyze their needs and what they need from you and do it. Don’t let this be your final group and rotation.” Cody asked patting your shoulder to leave you. Noticing a few fields in the paperwork not filled out you called after Cody “ Commander Cody, there are a few blank spots on here. Some of which are important like what ship I’m taking, what do you want me to do with them?” Turing back he smirked “ Maybe you should go and see them about it. Try to make a good impression before you officially meet tomorrow. “

Shaking her head Tessa let out a frustrated sigh. This was just great, the one squad she knew absolutely nothing about was the one she had to go make a fool of herself in front of. It’s not that she was bad at coming off as professional, she just got flustered easily in “social situations”. She didn’t really have to talk to anyone before and she didn’t like talking to most troopers anyway since they were the only people she was really allowed to talk to. Plus judging by the information given to her, this group wasn’t like regular clones so who knows how they would react. Heading out she made sure she had everything and at least looked clean to meet these people. As she got closer to their door she noticed a weird smell coming from the room. Tessa has gotten used to most smells, sweat, dirt, blood, etc., they never really bothered her. But this smelt like that ten fold.

She knocked on the door and did not expect to be greeted by a tall, lanky, and gray haired man. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you not recognizing who you were. Taking a small breath she started “ Hello, I’m so sorry to bother you guys, but I need whoever is in charge of the group to fill out the blank spots on my paperwork. If I’m to be working-“ quickly the man cut her off turning around calling “ Hunter, its for you.” Tessa just gritted her teeth as she continued to have a polite smile on. Mumbling an “ Okay.” that was barely audible as someone who shared a few more traits with the clones she was used to came to the door. “ Can I help you?” He asked his tone leaning more towards confusion than towards polite.

“ Yes, I’m sorry. As I told one of the others of your group. I need you to finish filling out the blank spaces on this paper work if we are to be working together. Trust me I don’t like filling these things out either, but it needs to be done so that it’s official.” She presented the pad to him that had the pages already pulled up for him. As she continued to explain “ After today I think it can be whoever can fill the information at the time is allowed to provide information, due to how small the team is, but for the start and end of this rotation I need the highest ranked of the team to fill out this information. It’s just a lot of formalities.”

“I’m sorry but who are you?” He asked genuinely. Most of the battalions and divisions were rude when asking this when she first met them. As time had gone on the different groups had heard of her, so when asking this sometimes it was out of disgust or annoyance. He was different, Tessa could tell he actually didn’t know who she was. “ Oh, you were supposed to get a transmission. Anyway, I’m sorry, I’m Tessa Rodamantez. I am going to be your Pilot and Accompaniment for your next few missions.” He glanced down at the data pad and back at you “ Your a what?” Quickly you replied “ I don’t know, they never gave me an official title so I just introduce myself as anything along the lines of “ a pilot that can do other things”. It’s better than calling me “ a prisoner with a job.”” He smirked a little at that, which made you feel better. In her life she felt like to at least make a good impression you have to get someone to laugh.

“ I’m not sure you have the right unit. We don’t work well with others.” He started to hand you the data pad back when you stopped him asking “ Your Clone Force 99 right?” He was a little taken back by the question. You knew who they were, or at least you knew their name. He slowly answered “ Yeah.” Smiling Tessa responded “ Then your the right unit.” This girl was bold, not like how most would talk to them on Kamino or anywhere else. She seemed nice enough it was just weird meeting someone who was a civie instead of a reg or a Jedi.

Tessa continued “ Well, I will see you guys tomorrow for a more formal introduction and explanation of what we are going to be doing together.” She turned to leave when she remembered “ Oh and it was nice meeting you Hunter.” She still had to be polite and she did promise Cody she was actually going to try to behave with this group. “ Wait, you know my name?” Hunter called after her, she pivoted around and replied “ Yes, well I mean I heard the other guy ask for you when I first arrived so I just assumed.” And with that she left not wanting to feel nervous anymore especially before the briefing tomorrow. That’s usually when Tessa would determine the type of person she would be working under and how to best approach things.

After closing the door and walking back towards the beds Wrecker asked “ Who was that?” As Hunter made his way to his section of the room he replied “ Some girl.” Interrupting Wrecker said “ A girl? That’s weird, what she want?” With a sigh Hunter said “ I guess we are working with her for the next few missions. Someone was supposed to send us a transmission about her.” “ They did.” Tech chimed in as he sat repairing some of their recently broken gear.

They all sat there wide eyed at their brother and stared. When he noticed he commented “ What? I thought we all read it.” Shaking his head Hunter “ No Tech, we did not read it. Why didn’t you tell us about something this important?” Tech shrugged and continued working on repaired “ Like I said , I thought we all read it. They sent it to all of us. I’m not sure if whoever sent it wasn't familiar with our group or if they thought all of us should know.” Rubbing the back of his neck Hunter instructed “ Alright Tech, since you're the only one who read it summarize for us. Who is she?”

“ Well like she told you, her name is Tessa Rodamantez and she is a prisoner of the Republic. Arrested for breaking and entering the senate building on Coruscant, as well as the theft of multiple items from various senators. Most notably many top secret files from Senator Orn Free Taa. She claims she didn’t know what was on them, nor was she asked to get them. All she knew was that his computer was on and that it seemed “ fun” to hack into someone’s personal device who was that high up in the senate.”

Wrecker laughed at that before Tech continued “According to these records she was one of the best, which is why she got an obscure sentence. She was very successful at what she did and never got caught, that is until her attempt at the senate. For the past 2 years she has been a pilot for small missions or as an extra pilot for multiple larger ones. She is also used for a long list of tasks that coincide with special operatives, stealth, and a lot of areas we usually cover.”

Crosshair interrupted him asking “ So why do they claim we need her?” “ They don’t.” Tech replied “ She has these six mission rotations before she is transferred to another division.” “ So why are we just now hearing about her?” Hunter asked as he glanced down at the pad filling out the blank spaces. “ Perhaps it is because of her mission reports and reviews. She is not great at following orders and many have stated that she is hard to work with, has an attitude, makes risky judgment calls, talks back to her teammates, has been described as a danger-“ Hunter stopped him knowing that his brother was going to list everything ever described about the girl. “ Okay, I think we got it.”

Tech nodded, wiping up his work station as he put finishing touches on their gear. “ So what you're saying is that she’s a problem that they keep dumping on people until they can figure out what to do with her?” Crosshair speculated as he propped himself on his elbow on his bed. Not entirely enthused about the whole situation of a new person being forced upon them. “ I don’t see anything wrong with her.” Wrecker commented to which Hunter calmly explained “ She’s a criminal Wrecker.” Remembering the first part of Techs spill a “ Right.” Was all Wrecker could respond with.

“ That is why there has been many debates of whether or not she should still be able to work with the GAR. If she can’t work with others then they’ll send her to prison.” Tech explained. “ Well we will just have to stick it out like everyone else.” Hunter said definitely. “ Goodie.” Crosshair said sarcastically, laying back down to try to get some sort of rest before tomorrow. “ Well, I think she sounds cool. We don’t follow orders well either!” Wrecker said as he moved Lula’s arms up and down mindlessly. “ Precisely why I don’t think we would have too much trouble.” Tech agreed, finishing up his work and heading to his bed.

Hunter just sat there reading the paper work she handed him. This was a long document describing different rules and what or what not the Republic is responsible for with this girl. It’s not that they hadn’t worked with other people before, they have helped with backup and a few missions here and there, but this was different. Having someone who will be staying with them for a while twenty four hours a day is going to be really difficult. Tessa is in for a rude awakening with this group. From what it sounds like they have similar personalities which only means that they might clash which is going to be a problem. He hoped this girl isn’t more trouble than she’s worth.

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[writing-reaper]

Bound through the Force

The Bad Batch x f!OC Mara

Description: Mara finds herself within a more domestic situation with Omega and the Bad Batch. Between waking up to a panicked Omega and Wrecker, learning of a person who knows her, and the comfort and newfound discomfort in hair braiding and closeness, Mara is made both content and confused by the new people around her.

Note: Mara is living my dream of touching Hunter’s hair.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of injury, panicked child and Wrecker, teasing, mentions of ptsd

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four (here)

“Mara! Mara! Emergency!” Mara shoots up at the sound of rapid tapping against the door. She quickly jumps out of bed, grabbing her knife and her blaster and opens the door.

“What’s going on?” She asks firmly, finding Omega and Wrecker behind the door. A Tooka doll was then shoved into her face, a visible tear in its arm.

“Lula got hurt!” Wrecker cries, clearly distraught by the torn doll. Omega had a wide frown as well. Mara couldn’t help the smile that graced her lips as she takes the doll from the child.

“And how did this happen?” Mara asks, reaching over to the side table to retrieve her sewing kit.

“A voorpak snatched her from my hands and when I was trying to take her back, she ripped.” Omega answers, a look of guilt on her face.

“It’s alright, kid. You didn’t mean for it to happen.” Wrecker comforts despite the sorrowful look on his face.

“Well. Let’s take the patient downstairs and fix her up, shall we?” Mara answers, earning wide smiles from the two.

“You can really fix her?!” Wrecker asked, sounding relieved.

“Of course, I do all my stitches, I can fix Lula.” Mara answers with a small smile. She leads the two downstairs, the bar empty despite the three of them.

She takes a seat at the booth and threads her needle. Mara pushes the stuffing deeper into the animal and pinches the fabric together, sticking the needle through and creating a ladder stitch. It only takes a few minutes as she carefully sews the tear closed. With a small knot and a pull of the string, she cuts off the excess and holds her up.

“See? Good as new.” Mara announces with a smile. Omega takes the stuffed animal in her hands and gives it a squeeze. What Mara hadn’t expected, was to be lifted off the ground in a bone crushing hug.

“You’re a life saver!” Wrecker announces. Mara’s face flushed a bright red as her heartbeat quickens. She was caught off guard by his action, but she also found it comforting.

“I-it was nothing, really. Just a simple ladder stitch.” Mara answers, awkwardly patting Wrecker’s shoulder.

“Wrecker, put her down before you squeeze what air she does have in her lungs out.” Crosshair’s voice snips. She breathes in sharply as soon as her feet were back on the ground. “Looks like somebody just woke up.”

Mara gives him a confused glance, before remembering she had just woken up and had walked down in her pajamas. They were just some shorts and a sports bra; however, like nothing she’d usually wear.

“Yes, I woke up only moments ago.” Mara answers, looking over toward Omega and Wrecker with a smile. “But that’s alright, it was an emergency.”

“Hardly.” Tech interjects, barely looking up from his datapad. “It certainly isn’t the first time Lula has been torn.”

“Her fabric is definitely worn.” Mara states. “But I don’t think a stuffed animal should be commonly in harms way.”

“Well, considering Wrecker breaks 95% of every item he owns, it wouldn’t surprise me if Lula gets ripped again.” Tech explains, adjusting his goggles.

“What happened?” Omega asks, noticing one of Mara’s still fresh injuries that looked like it had been redone, placing her hand on Mara’s side.

“Oh, nothing happened. They just came undone while I was trying to move something.” Mara answers, the dark red injury rather bold against her pale skin.

“Does it hurt?” Omega asks, concern heavily lacing her words.

“No, I’m alright. I promise.” Mara answers with a reassuring smile, running her fingers through her blonde hair before she boops her nose. Omega giggles and smiles.

“Can I pick what you wear today?” Omega asks, jumping up excitedly. Mara shrugs in response before she watches Omega dash over to the stairs that lead to her apartment.

“Are you alright?” Echo asks, placing a hand on her shoulder. “That does look pretty bad.”

Mara flinches and moves away from the sudden contact. She looks at Echo, who looked surprised by her reaction.

“I’m fine… thank you. It stopped hurting after the first few.” Mara brushes her hair behind her ear, revealing the scar on her cheek they had seen the other day. “Cid has a delivery for you guys. She’s out for now, but when you see her expect to be leaving tonight.”

“Tonight?” Hunter questions.

“I’m not certain why, but I’m sure Cid will tell you.” Mara answers, finally turning and headed toward the stairs to meet Omega.

She lets out a breath, a feeling of guilt filling her chest. She didn’t mean to react so harshly or so quickly. Mara still wasn’t used to people touching her. The hug had been different, it trapped her arms long enough for her to recognize what had been happening, but a simple hand on the shoulder triggered such a quick reaction.

Mara shakes her head, she was certain they’d understand, at least a little. They had ptsd as well, they couldn’t be so welcoming to all physical touch, could they?

She enters her room to find Omega going through her closet. A smile clings to her lips as she watches the child out together a few options. Mara takes a seat on the bed, removing her hair from the messy bun she had it in. Thick locks of red hair gathered on her shoulders and chest. She grabs her brush off the table and brushes through her long, slightly knotted, hair.

“Hm…” Omega hums, looking over her choices. “I like this one!”

She picks up one of the options and hands it to Mara. She shakes her head with a loving smile and steps into her bathroom to change.

“You look so pretty!” Omega cheers excitedly, like she had always done whenever she picked out Mara’s clothes. It kind of felt like they were back on Kamino, all that time they’d spent together coming back to her in fond increments.

“Thank you, love.” Mara thanks, looking down out the clothing once more. The top showed off her shoulders and her a bit of her chest, the sleeves tight to her skin and the turtleneck clinging to the skin of her neck. The pants were form fitting as well, which made Mara layer her newly opened would in bandages, but they were still nice and had open slots going up her sides, clung together by a crossing lace.

“Can I braid your hair?!” Omega asks excitedly, stars in her eyes. Mara thinks for a moment before giving her a shrug. She did it on her own the first time and even if Omega messed up, she’d just redo it herself. “Yay! Sit!”

Mara takes a seat once more on the bed, Omega crawling up behind her. She gathers Mara’s hair in her hands and uses the brush to separate it. Omega carefully braided her hair in two pigtails, smiling proudly at her handiwork.

“You did very well.” Mara smiles, examining her hair in the mirror. “Now let’s go back downstairs.”

Mara scoops Omega up in her arms and Carrie’s the young child down the stairs and back into the parlor. There, she finds Cid, talking to the boys with two large crates of something. Mara approaches them with Omega in her arms and listens in.

“You’ll meet them at these coordinates, don’t break these weapons, they’re expensive.” Cid explains, handing over a drive to Hunter. “Oh, and Mara you’re going with them.”

“Why?” Mara asks with a raised brow. “It’s a simple delivery.”

“The buyer requested you. Says he knows you. I don’t care why, he said he’d pay double if you went with them. Just do it.” Cid scoffs before waddling off to her back office.

Mara’s brows furrowed in wonder. She knew a lot of people, but who would know she worked with Cid? An anxiety crept into her stomach, but she knew better than to let it get to her, not wanting to have another panic attack.

“Well, this simple delivery is starting to sound less simple.” Crosshair comments, his tone annoyed.

“Why would this buyer know you?” Hunter questions.

“I don’t know. I’ve met a lot of people.” Mara admits, she had met so many criminals over the years that it didn’t feel possible to pinpoint who this could possibly be. “There’s only one way to find out now.”

The parlor was slow going. A customer would come in every now and then, but otherwise there had been no need for Mara’s 100% attention. So, Mara hung out in a booth with Omega, allowing her to mess with her hair once more.

Omega talked excitedly about when her hair would be long enough to braid and all the fun hairstyles she wanted to do. She talked about the ones Mara had shown her, but yet to teach her and how she wanted to do them.

“I could always show you how to do them, Omega. Besides, things like braiding and sewing will help improve your dexterity.” Mara suggests, brushing her hair once more. Omega brushed her fingers over her hair and moved some off of her shoulder.

“How would you put your hair in your helmet?” Omega asks. Mara smiles slightly, of course she’d ask that.

“I do two low braid buns and put a hairnet over it.” Mara answers. Omega raises a brow.

“Have you shown me that one before?”

“No, but it is slightly similar to the crown braid.” She answers, separating her hair to both sides of her shoulders.

Omega watches as Mara seems to work magic as her hands carefully wind together pieces of hair, leaving her bangs loose as she slowly works her way down on her left side. When all the hair was braided, she gathers the braid and twists it into a bun, then pinning it to her head. Then, she does the same to the other side. Her long hair was now all resting on the nape of her neck.

“How did you do that so quickly?!” Omega exclaims, excitement and disbelief in her voice. Mara smiles once more and shakes her head slightly.

“I braid my hair all the time, I could probably do it faster if my hair was shorter.” Mara answers with a soft laugh.

“Do you think you could braid Hunter’s hair?” Omega asks. Mara glances over to the man who looked surprised by the mention of his name.

“He’d have to brush it first.” Crosshair snips, a tease in his voice.

“I feel you’re asking if I can braid the length of his hair, to which the answer is yes. But I will not be touching his hair.” Mara answers, earning a laugh from Wrecker, much to her own confusion.

“Yeah! It’s probably all gross right now!” Wrecker laughs, earning an eye roll from Hunter who could only slightly grin.

“I more meant I won’t be touching his hair because I have not been given permission to. I don’t let anyone touch my hair, it’s an extension of my body and I don’t like people touching it.”

“Why? It’s just hair.” Crosshair scoffs.

“Maybe to you, but it took me a long time to grow out my hair. I’m proud of it. It’s the only part of me that holds a story without scars.” Mara then turns to Hunter. “I’m sure you like your hair too. It must’ve taken you a while to grow, not to mention I’m sure there was disapproval. When I was on Kamino it was repeatedly suggested to me that I should cut my hair.”

“Yeah, not much approval from the kaminoans. I think Omega’s asking because she had a hard time braiding my hair.” Hunter answers with a chuckle.

“Do you want your hair braided?” Mara asks, raising a brow.

“I mean… it wouldn’t hurt to learn how to braid.” He shrugs.

“I can show you, if you’d like.” She offers, to which Omega nods enthusiastically.

“I guess.” Hunter answers, walking over to the two and taking a seat on the other side of the booth. Tech approached as well, curious.

Mara unpins her hair and let’s it loose once more. Her hair was starting to curl awkwardly, but she brushes through it once more. She separates a section of her hair and puts the rest back in a low ponytail.

“I’m just going to show you how to do a regular braid first, then I’ll let you do it, ok?” Mara explains, looking at him for a response. Hunter simply nods, switching between looking her in the eyes and looking at her hair. “Section it into three mostly even parts.”

She glided two fingers through her hair and separates the three. She then takes the left and right and crosses them.

“You first cross the left and the right, then you take the middle and cross it over either side, for this I’ll do the left.” She does as she says, crossing the middle strand over the left strand. “Now you take the other strand and cross it with the middle. You switch between sides until you have a complete braid.”

“I think I understand.” Hunter nods, watching her finish off the braid after slowly repeating the steps a few more times. Mara unties her hair from the ponytail and makes a new section, tying the rest back.

“Do you want to try?” Mara asks, brushing out her hair with her fingers once more.

“Oh, I thought—”

“I would like to.” Tech pipes up, approaching her and stopping beside her.

“Sure. Do you need me to redo it?” She answers, surprised by Tech’s willingness to do so.

“I think I should be able to replicate it.” Tech answers, taking the sectioned hair and taking his time to braid her hair. She watches his focused glare, she felt her heart rate speed up. Was this discomfort? Why was her heartbeat speeding up? “There.”

Mara quickly looks away from his face and at her hair. The braid was rather neat, not as many loose hairs as she had expected.

“Wow, this is lovely. You haven’t braided before?” Mara asks, keeping her eyes on the braid, waiting for her heartbeat to settle down before looking at him again.

“No, but I work with wires often which may have been to my advantage.” Tech answers, running his fingers beneath the braid to examine it once more.

Her heart rate picked up once more and she panicked slightly. Mara kept it to herself, while it had been unusual, she knew it wasn’t going to make her hurt anyone. She looks to Hunter, who seemed to have been examining her with a concerned gaze.

“Do you want to try now?” Mara asks, hoping the heat on her face hadn’t been visible.

“Sure.” Hunter answers, taking Tech’s place, watching as Mara undoes her original braid, perhaps just to compare Tech’s to his. “Mine definitely won’t be as good as Tech’s.”

“That’s alright. Either way you’ll be better at braiding your own hair.” Mara answers with a wink, earning a laugh from both Omega and Hunter. “There’s a difference between braiding your own hair and someone else’s. You can see my hair when you braid it, if you’re doing your own, you won’t always be doing it in front of a mirror. Plus my hair is longer yours is much shorter.”

“Yours is pretty long, it goes down to your hips.” Omega pipes up.

“I don’t know how you do it, my hair is hard enough to maintain.” Hunter laughs as he takes the hair and begins to try and braid it. Some hair slips from his fingers, or he splits it by mistake. “This is harder than it looks.”

“You’ll get it.” Mara answers, feeling that heat return to her face as he tries again. “At least you’re putting in the effort.”

“Yeah, think my fingers a little too wide for it though.” He suggests, dropping a strand by mistake once more but easily picking it back up without messing up the whole braid.

“Nonsense. If you can spin your knife, I’m certain you can braid hair.” Mara answers. “The only difference is the object and that you’re using both hands.”

“I suppose that’s true.” He agrees, squinting his eyes as he finishes off the braid with less and less hair to work with.

“There you go. It’s a little sloppy, but still good. You also didn’t miss an entire strand of hair from the section.” Mara smiles slightly. “It’s definitely looser though, which is ok for a casual day, but with a lot of movement it can come undone easily.”

“I guess it’s not so bad.” He acknowledged, standing up once more. “Did you want to braid my hair?”

“If that’s alright.” Mara answers, having been curious about the man’s hair since the day they met. Hunter nods and takes a seat, his back to her.

Mara does her best to be gentle. While his hair was greasy and slightly knotted, it was still rather nice. His hair looked pretty healthy despite being unwashed. To avoid causing him any pain, she carefully undoes the knots with her fingers. Mara focuses on one side, avoiding brushing all of his hair.

“Could you look to the left?” Mara asks, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. His head turns slightly and she was able to see what she was doing. She went just below the bandana as she braids a strand of hair on his left side.

She barely manages to make four more crosses below his scalp before she ran out of hair. Mara smiles slightly.

“You look nice with a braid.” Mara compliments. “Is it uncomfortable? I tend to do my braids too tight.”

“It’s a little strange, but I could get used to it.” Hunter answers, a red flush on his cheeks.

“Do you want to leave it in? If you do your scalp is going to be sore after it comes out.” Mara warns.

“I think I’d prefer you take it out.” He answers, responding to her warning with a grimace. Mara nods in understanding. Omega took a look at the braid before Mara carefully undoes the braid to avoid creating a new knot.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll be excusing myself. Have a few things I’d like to get done before we go.” Mara says, standing up after Hunter.

“Go ahead.” He nods her off and Mara leaves with a sense of thrill and panic.

“What Mara?” Cid asks in annoyance after the woman entered her office.

“I was just curious, did the client ask for me by my name or… you know.” Mara asks, wanting to stay quiet, just in case anyone walked by the door.

“He asked for you by name, but he also knew the other.” Cid answers. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. The extra credits will help us all out if you go.”

“Of course.” Mara swiftly leaves as she begins to ponder who and why she has been requested. As well as what caused her heart rate to pick up and her face to warm up only moments ago. “It’s going to be a long day.”

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Here's my Jedi oc, her name is Varel!

I've introduced her on twitter before and I'm also a bit more active there lately, it's twitter.com/zaana_art if anyone wants to follow :)

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[eroswickut]

» sneak peak of my girlie with her himbo ... and omega of course!! a silly trio :) <3 i wanted to try out a more cartoony style compared to my usual stuff too and im rlly happy with how it came out so far heehee

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hello friend! I'm in love with your writing!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

Idk if your requests are still open but I'd like to request something if you don't mind!

I LOVED the hurt/comfort/whump fic you did for Hunter. Could you possibly do something like that for Tech x Reader?

Maybe Tech and the reader are on a mission together or maybe they've crash landed somewhere or something. The reader is badly hurt and Tech has to take care of her and treat her wounds and save her and comfort her in his own special Tech way 😂😍

Oh @arctrooper69 what can I say? I mean ... I think a thank you is just not enough. You have made my day with this request, so I took my time to give it the proper respect it deserves. I hope you like it. If it wasn't exactly what you were looking for I do apologize.

Please note that you are always welcome to send in requests. As this is a special request, it will be stored in my One Shots & Mini Series Master List.

The story got a little away from at 1400+ words, but I hope it's close to what you wanted.

And who doesn't love Tech. I love this adorable nerdy man.

Love oo,

His Promise

Warnings: Snow, injury, blood, explosions, crash, grief, fear, anxiety, hurt, fluff, near death, feelings of being a burden, getting in the way, I think that's it. If I miss any, please let me know.

Please note the explanation of Snow, Tech gives, was taken from the National Snow and Ice Data Centre.

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The wind was picking up, as the snow piled down and was doing everything in its power to keep you and Tech from being rescued. You looked at the snow as it came down in sheets outside the entrance of the cavern he found, mesmerized by its beauty. 

“It’s beautiful and so calming …” you said slowly, your body already weakened from your injury and loss of blood.

“What are you talking about?” Tech did his best not to let the slowness of your breathing or even the breathless way you were speaking affect him. His anxiety was already high, and his fear of losing you was nearing his breaking point. 

“The snow…” you kept watching the soft flakes float down as they gently landed on the ground, piling on top of one another, almost as though they were unable to survive without the comfort of those around them. 

Tech glanced up to see the blizzard which prevented you both from leaving. As he watched the speed of the wind, he calculated it would’ve been nearly impossible for Hunter to bring the ship close to them. As he looked at the used bandages already soaked through with your blood his fear only grew. You needed immediate medical attention, more than he could provide at the moment, or it would mean certain death for you to be out here any longer.

Frankly, he couldn’t stop picturing the way you lunged forward as the ship crashed. He was helpless to watch you, as your body fell forward against the console, as a piece of the console broke off and jabbed you in your abdomen. It all happened too fast and somehow in slow motion. He could still hear your scream piercing his ear as he pulled you off the console.

He tried to stop the bleeding right away, however when he went to look for the med kit, he realized only too late that it had fallen out of the shuttle when the engine and the side compartment blew. All he had left were his emergency bandages and gauze and they weren’t nearly enough. 

At that moment, he couldn’t care less about how beautiful the snow was or how calming the blizzard looked from inside a cavern, that he only had to find because that piece of osik shuttle decided to have a fuel leak, catching on fire. 

Within seconds he had needed to drag you out of the relatively warm and safe shelter you both had, grabbing what supplies he could before the ship blew up. Thankfully, he had been able to send a message to Hunter when the shuttle crashed initially. So it was only a matter of time before the Marauder showed up, but …

His eyes fell back to the bundle of used gauze, his anxiety climbing as he knew you needed more first aid than he could provide at the moment. You needed the Marauder, you needed his med kit that he carefully stocked and kept safe on board the Marauder. At this point in time, he didn’t care about any kriffing snow.

“Snow is an accumulation of packed ice crystals. The condition of the packed crystals determines a variety of attributes, such as colour, temperature and water equivalent. As weather conditions change, the packed ice crystals can change as well, and this affects the characteristics of snow.”

You chuckled at his ability to pull forth information like it was nothing. Unfortunately the chuckle turned to coughing. Only causing you to dribble more blood out of your mouth, you wiped away what you could. He didn’t need to see that, “Tech …” you coughed again, “turn off your brain for two seconds, don’t think and just look. Just watch.”

He pulled the heater closer towards you, “Stop talking and try and warm up.”

“Tech…” you held his hand, “just look.”

His eyes drifted up your body, till he locked eyes with you. They were pleading for him to listen and to just have him appreciate what you found mesmerizing. He tried to follow your advice, focusing on the snow, but all his mind kept drifting back to was this blizzard that was preventing you from getting the medical attention you needed, so desperately. 

He shook his head focusing back on your abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding. Trying his best to keep you with him. 

“Tech,” you gripped his wrist “… stop …”

“No.”

His tone was firm and full of anger, why did he agree to let you come with him? If he used his brain instead of allowing his feelings for you to dictate his actions, you wouldn’t have been here. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Why did you always insist on following him? Why didn’t you just stay behind on Pabu? Simply because you wanted to see the galaxy, and he was excited to show it to you? It was his fault you were here. It was his fault you were in danger. It was his fault he … was going to lose you.

“Tech …” you squeezed his wrist. He removed your hand from his wrist, placing it off to the side as he focused on your wound. He didn’t deserve your touch, he didn’t deserve to have you comfort him. It was his fault you both crashed on this force forsaken planet. 

There was nothing you could do as you watched Tech pull away. 

From the moment you met him on Pabu, the way he worked with Phee as he helped rescue the villagers when the rogue wave was rushing towards the island, and the way he helped make everything more ‘efficient,’ you couldn’t help but fall in love with him. You wanted to learn from him, to listen to him go on with regards to anything and everything. Only problem was you never had the courage to actually utter the words you were dying to. Phee told you time and time again, ‘later’ was never a guarantee, and now as you lay on the cold floor of the cavern you were in, bleeding out of your abdomen, you realized how little time there was left. 

  Tears welled up in your eyes, as you realized you needed to unburden yourself. You needed to tell him what had been pressing on your heart before you didn’t have the strength to, it didn’t help that you were feeling weaker with each passing second. Also didn’t help that you could tell he was angry, actually a more accurate description would be infuriated, more than likely at you.

“I’m sorry.” You offered the only apology you could. “I’m sorry I’m such a burden, even now.” You took in a shuddering breath as Tech stopped moving his hands for two seconds as he focused on your face. “I’m sorry for always pestering you to teach me,” you offered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry for not listening,” a tear slid down your cheek, “I’m sorry for putting you in this position. To have to feel responsible for someone like me.” 

He shook his head, his teeth clenched as his anger, grief, fear, and sadness overwhelmed him completely in that moment. He pulled off his helmet and placed it beside him. 

“Stop.” It was his only command.

“Please, I …” you coughed again, trying to not cough on him. “I just want … I need to …”

He cut off your speech as his hand cupped your cheek, “Cyar’ika …” tears welled up in his eyes, “you were … are never a burden.” He couldn’t believe that’s what you thought of him… that’s what you believed he felt for you. He shook his head again as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I have loved every second we have spent together. I made a point to record every moment with you, because they were more precious to me than breathing.”

You held on to his bicep, keeping him close as tears streamed down your cheek, “Tech … I … I don’t want to go… I want … I want to stay here with you…”

“You’re not going anywhere. I just got you …” his tears landed on your cheeks, mixing with your own, “you’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Hold me… please… just hold me until…I can’t feel your arms anymore.”

“I’ll hold you longer than that,” Tech pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground as he felt your body grow weaker. Your eyes were closed, your body was growing pale. He was so focused on you, he didn’t hear the voices calling out to him, at least not until he felt Hunter’s hand on his shoulder. He didn’t wait, there were no more seconds to lose. He rushed towards the Marauder with you in his arms, he wasn’t going to lose you. He promised. He was going to bring you back.

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