HUNTER
Books and Roses - Part 1 (Hunter x GN!Reader) | A usual day at your job in the library turns into a fateful meeting with Pabu’s newest resident.
Books and Roses - Part 2 (Hunter x GN!Reader) | (18+) You and Hunter go on your beach date where your feelings are brought out into the open.
Rinse and Repeat (Hunter x GN!Reader) | (18+) When Hunter gets injured and needs a little assistance, you help him dry his hair and make him his favourite soup to cheer him up.
WRECKER
Something Sweet (Wrecker x GN!Reader) | While waiting for Wrecker to return from a mission, you decide to use your baking skills to make him a cake. Needless to say, he’s delighted when he sees it.
ECHO
A Thousand Dances for the Stars to Watch (Echo x GN!Reader) | Having spent all day teaching the Batch how to dance, you finally get to dance with Echo and make him a promise you never plan on breaking.
CROSSHAIR
The Call of Home (Crosshair x GN!Reader) | (18+) When Crosshair comes home after another fight, you make a decision that will change your lives for the better.
To Be Held (Crosshair x GN!Reader) | Crosshair struggles with the tremor in his hand, but you are there to comfort him.
TECH
My Symphony - Part 1 (Tech x GN!Reader) | (18+) After Tech hears you playing music, he can't help but listen, slowly falling for the musician tugging on his heartstrings.
My Symphony - Part 2 (Tech x GN!Reader) | (18+) Following your blossoming relationship, Tech takes up the cello and grapples with composing a piece for you.
First Flutter (Tech x GN!Reader) [Request] | Tech's first kiss with you comes as a bit of a surprise, but not an unwelcome one.
A New Kind of Understanding (Tech x GN!Reader) [Request] | When Tech notices you mumbling to yourself, he starts to listen to see if he can find the cause.
Your Hand in Mine (Tech x GN!Reader) [Request] | Tech misses Echo, and all you want to do is offer him some support.
HOWZER
Protective Measures - Part 1 (Howzer x GN!Reader) | During diplomatic talks on Ryloth, Howzer is assigned as your security. In the weeks you spend together, unfortunate feelings begin to bloom.
Protective Measures - Part 2 (Howzer x GN!Reader) | (18+) After an assassination attempt, you and Howzer face your feelings for each other before you must inevitably part ways.
Protective Measures - Part 3 (Howzer x GN!Reader) | It has been too long since you last saw Howzer, and after his escape, the first thing he wants is to see you.
TBB x READER
The Bad Batch and Gifts | You decide to treat the Batch to a gift.
The Bad Batch and Wanting Hugs | The Batch want hugs and you're more than happy to give them all the hugs they want.
The Bad Batch and Showing Affection | The Batch all have their different ways of showing you their affection.
The Bad Batch and Sketching Them | You love sketching the Batch and they love seeing what you've drawn.
The Bad Batch and After a Nightmare | After a nightmare, the Batch are there to help you.
The Bad Batch and Reading to Them | The Batch love to hear you read to them.
The Bad Batch and Watching a Sunset | Sunsets can be pretty romantic and the Batch enjoy watching them with you.
The Bad Batch and Reuniting After Time Apart | It is inevitable you will have to spend time away from the Batch, but time apart makes your reunions all the sweeter.
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Stories Master List
18+ NSFW The Bad Batch Smut
Those Who Fight Together part 1 (reg)
Those Who Fight Together part 2 (hunter)
Those Who Fight Together part 3 (tech)
Those Who Fight Together part 4 (crosshair)
Those Who Fight Together part 5 (Echo+Tech)
Those Who Fight Together part 6 (Angst)
Those Who Fight Together part 7 (Wolffe)
Those Who Fight Together part 7.5
Those Who Fight Together part 8 (Tech)
Those Who Fight Together part 9 (Lil of Everyone)
Those Who Fight Together part 10 (Boy Bonding)
Those Who Fight Together part 11 (Wrecker)
Those Who Fight Together part 12 (Smut, Angst, Wrecker)
Those Who Fight Together part 13
Those Who Fight Together part 14
Those Who Fight Together part 15
Those Who Fight Together part 16
Those Who Fight Together part 17
Those Who Fight Together (Shore Leave/Wolffe)
Dark Redemption (Kamino Lost) p.1
Dark Redemption (Strangers Together) p.2
Dark Redemption (Shadows Betrayal) p.3
Dark Redemption (Blank Slate) p.4
Technical Experience (tech)
Anatomically Defective (echo)
Anatomically Defective part two (echo)
Loyalty / Imperial Crosshair (Soulmate AU)
The Bad Batch Fluff/Angst
Until the End (Crosshair)
Giggles and Goggles (wip - Tech)
Unseen Scars (Rex)
Unseen Scars p.2 (Rex)
Clone Wars Smut
Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 1
Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 2
Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 3
Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 4
Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 5
Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 6
Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 1
Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 2
Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 3
Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 4
Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 5
Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 6
Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 7
Lessons (Commander Neyo)
Instincts / Hunter (Soulmate AU)
Another Life / Dogma (Soulmate AU)
Meet Me on the Battlefield / Kix (Soulmate AU - wip)
Clone Wars Fluff/Angst
The Commando’s Laugh - part one (gregor)
The Commando’s Laugh - part two (wip series - Gregor)
The Commando’s Laugh - part three (wip - Gregor)
Training Room / Wrecker
Nobody’s Hero / Cad Bane (wip)
Just Cad / Cad Bane
Mandalorian / Boba Fett
The Portrait (boba fett)
The Portrait part two (boba fett)
His Queen (boba fett)
Captive (wip - boba fett)
Shiny (wip - din)
Request (open)
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Ghosts Among Us - Freefall, Chapter 1 | The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader
Summary: What happens when a team loses a part of themselves? What happens when the storm dies out and theres only wreckage left?
a/n: The chapters in this series are split into sections, Before and After. The before chapters are set during the Clone Wars, before TBB, with a slight AU.
I want to say a big thank you to @mylifeisactuallyamess for majorly boosting my Clone fixation, and encouraging me to write this. Thank you so so much, i am so grateful for this🥹
Warnings: Battles, fighting, threatening, mention of loss, all of my work is 18+. so do not read if you're a minor
I do not allow any of my work to be republished without my consent, that being said, reblogs and comments are much appreciated if you liked it!✨
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Before
Once again, The Bad Batch were in a situation that was risky, even by their standards.
Thrown deep in a fight with a group of Weequay pirates, mere minutes after crash landing in their ship… which they may have the cause of. There was still the possible threat of concussion lingering about each of them, but they’d fought with much worse injuries against much greater opponents.
Except, they weren’t usually this outnumbered. There was the initial group in front of them, firing relentlessly but some seconds ago, another group had appeared from nowhere and they were now being attacked from both angles in a pincer movement – like newbies. Like regs.
Hunter ducked behind a battered container, counting the blaster fire before he popped back up and fired off rounds of his own, working seamlessly with Echo beside him, “So, I say this went as well as everything else we do.”
Echo snorted softly, keen eyes tracking their opponents even as smoke began billowing across the small stretch of no man’s land, courtesy of the flaming debris all around them. “You’d think by this point we would stop making plans and just start acting on instinct.”
Wrecker's laugh echoed from behind them as he launched a handful of grenades through the air, punctuated by their explosions.
Hunter shook his head as the sounds echoed outside his helmet, “Isn’t that what we always do?”
Something suddenly danced along the back of Hunter’s neck, a whisper to those senses of his, the ones that felt things in the air, the ones that knew what was going to happen seconds before it did. Those senses which had saved their lives more times than he could count.
And now, those senses lifted their heads, almost purring when they felt the call coming in the air, the crackle of electricity before the sky exploded.
“Brother, you might want to recalculate that assessment.” Hunter slid his blasters back into the holsters on his thighs, taking a moment to roll his shoulders and crack his neck, all the while his skin tingled, and his instincts were becoming aware of something other.
To his left, Tech dodged a shot, quickly dropping to one knee to return fire with his own twin blasters, still drinking in the information that his goggles and visor provided to him, “I do not need to recalculate my assessment, Hunter. Based on the pincer movement we have somehow allowed ourselves to fall into, not to mention the advancement of our opposition, even Wrecker can tell you that we are outnumbered.” A flash of irritation lined his words, hackles raised at the insinuation his knowledge was incorrect.
Hunter opened his mouth to explain, but Wrecker had beaten him to it with a lot of indignation, “Hey! What’s that ‘sposed to mean?!” He picked up a discarded container, one they had been previously using for cover and launched it across the open space – to then be met with a solid, resounding thunk as it wiped out several pirates.
With a shake of his head, he turned away, letting the sounds of his brothers bickering fade into the background as he looked out across the battle, head ticking over escape routes, constantly reworking them, weak points, their weak points – even though he knew he didn’t need to. Not for much longer.
The smoke was still flooding the clearing, obscuring everything to the point where he doubted even Crosshair would have managed a clear shot.
The air went still. Silent. A single beat of nothingness, of waiting and anticipation. A held breath, a paused heartbeat.
And then the smoke exploded into light and chaos and vengeance.
Ghost.
Two gleaming arcs of white light cut through the haze, seemingly dropping to the ground in front of them from nowhere. They were all that could be seen, one held in front, one behind, in that trademark grip.
“Boys, must I rescue you all the time?” Your voice danced through the smoke, light and teasing, that undercurrent of affectionate laughter that you always had when you were with them – and yet, Hunter knew you were three seconds away from turning into the fierce, untouchable warrior you were renowned for being.
“I am going to give you three seconds to take your bottom-feeding scum out of this clearing whilst you still have some semblance of dignity left. If you can even call it that.” You scoffed, still just a phantom voice in the wind, just like the nickname they had given you when you wished to shed the pain of your old life, “You may believe that I’ll simply disarm you and ship you off for a trial, but that is not my way.” Those sabers lifted higher, as if signifying just why they gleamed as white as the stars, carrying no colour or loyalty to a side.
Neither light, nor dark, but the in-between.
The very air itself seemed to hold, even as his brothers lowered their weapons, knowing this fight was pretty much over, that the tables had turned and they were about to watch something magnificent and deadly.
“Not only did you hurt the lives of innocents and were willing to trade them… You tried to hurt my friends.” Now your voice changed, the laughter slipping from it only to be replaced with something sharper than the edge of his vibro-knife, “And no-one hurts my friends.”
Three.
There was a near-silent whisper in the air before the smoke folded in on itself from the middle, sweeping outwards toward the trees like a parting sea. It left the clearing free of obstruction, revealing scorched ground, smoking remains of the downed cargo ship and the amount of pirates surrounding them.
Tech had been right, they were outnumbered.
Two.
Standing before the Batch, your posture was almost that of a dancer, one foot poised in front of the other, weight centered, energy coiled and ready to spring for the throats of any who dared hurt your boys.
Your eyes were fixed solidly on the leader across the way, lips tilted up in a challenging smile that was all teeth and smoke, white light dancing across your face. Something other. Something beautiful.
One.
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“You think we can salvage any of this to take back to Cid?” Wrecker trudged through the debris and rubble, his helmet resting on the top of his head like always. He kicked aside some still smouldering piles of metal, making a curious noise at something gleaming in the ashes.
Echo was next to him, surveying the mess around them, “It could take some time to comb through the rubble. Besides, Cid didn’t even tell us what we were meant to be looking for anyway.” He huffed, carrying his helmet under his arm.
The conversations were a gentle hum in the background as you breathed out slowly through parted lips, trying to soothe that cracking energy still wild in your blood.
Whenever you indulged it, it was always an effort to wrangle back under control. It had spent so many years having to be restrained, years after being ripped from you and manipulated - it wanted out, it wanted freedom.
You could hardly blame it, it was only the words and memories that forced you to take these moments, these breathers to try and calm the sparks in your blood. Really, you’d much rather let it be free, let yourself feel. Your boys had tried to encourage as much, but when you let that side go… people got hurt. Badly.
“I am reading that your heart rate and breathing levels are spiking rather than settling down. Can I assume that your meditation isn’t having the desired effect?” Tech’s calm voice filtered through the impending panic, encouraging you to open your eyes and look up at him from your spot on the grass. He looked down at you through his goggles, trusty datapad dangling from his hand and his helmet tucked under the other.
You chuckled a little, letting out a soft sigh afterwards, “That would be a very correct assumption, Tech.” Looking between his eyes, you allowed your Force connection to instead reach for him, cocking its head like a curious Loth cat, purring in response to a familiar companion, “I think it’s because they always used meditation as a way to keep me still, calm. I’m not… I’ve never been able to be still. I have to move in some way or I’ll go insane.” Reaching out, you patted the floor next to you as an invite.
Tech hesitated for a moment, his hand coming up to push his goggles up before he seemed to decide it was okay. He dropped gracefully down beside you, crossing his legs. There was still some space between you both, but you were closeted all the same, and hoped he was too.
No part of you touched, but you felt his closeness as if you were, “I understand what you mean. I have been told that I always move, too. Apparently I have a twitch in my leg whenever I have to be still, I’ve been to medical centres to get it assessed but there is nothing wrong with me. It’s just… part of me, I suppose you could say.” He shrugged lightly, even as he toyed with his datapad, uncomfortable with the idea that there was no solid answer.
You looked over at him for a moment, nodding lightly, “I always got told the same thing when we were being taught how to meditate. I needed to stop tapping, needing to stop counting the patterns on the walls and close my eyes.” With a soft shake of your head, you returned to looking out at the landscape.
Tech watched you, goggles flickering with the usual information;
Your heart rate, calm, if slightly elevated. Breathing, easy. Body temperature, between the appropriate levels for someone of your genetic makeup - Jedi. You were healthy. Unhurt, aside from some minor bruising.
His keen honey-ringed eyes noted how you picked at the grass, pulling the strands and winding them around your fingers, like you weren’t even aware you were doing it. He’d always noticed this behaviour, of course he had, but it never clicked that you both shared that subconscious action. A stim, he’d once heard it called.
You were both quiet for a moment, listening to the sounds of the others a little ways behind you both. Then Tech spoke up again, “In some ways, you are defective. Like us. You don’t fit the mould of what a Jedi is meant to be, the typical behaviours they expect.” His voice was even, definitive. He wasn’t being rude, he was just being factual and straightforward.
It was one of the things you respected in him, the ability to always tell it the way it is, no sugarcoating, no half-truths. And this was the truth.
You chuckled a little again, a soft hum in your throat, “You’re right, Tech. Of course you are.” A slight shrug lifted your shoulders, “I never followed exactly what they expected from me… I guess I was a lot like Anakin in that way. They often didn’t know what to do with me.” Your smile fell at the mention of your old friend, someone you cherished as closely as a brother. The pain never grew any easier, and if anything it just burrowed deeper.
You took a deep breath, trying to clear it and keep your mind light, “Sometimes I wonder if Rex saw my… defectiveness. And that’s why he pushed so hard for me to be on that mission on Anaxes.”
“He knew you needed us.” Tech spoke almost before you finished talking, taking a second before looking over at you through his goggles, “And that… we needed you.”
That resonated deep in you, hitting something that was broken but mending. They needed you. Of course you might have joked about it but… for them to say it, for Tech to say it… it made your throat close up, even just a little.
You took a second, let that comment settle inside you before saying softly, but not weakly, “Thank you, Tech. I do need you.” Carefully, slowly so he could move away, you bumped your knee to his.
Tech looked down at the movement, blinking those big brown eyes. You saw him tense just a fraction, just a little but he didn’t move.
The two of you sat in a peaceful silence together, watching the birds fly in the distance, the smoke dissipating through the sky and dissolving in the clouds.
Some time later, when the hum of the Marauders engines broke the peaceful ambience, Tech got to his feet smoothly, brushing down his armour.
You watched him, waiting for him to rise before you moved yourself in case you startled him but then…
Then he extended his hand to you, almost without thinking, “Come, Ghost. I believe it’s time to head home.” He was looking at you with a smile playing about his lips, his helmet now under the same arm as he was holding his datapad.
Okay.
You knew not to make a fuss over it, not to bring attention to the fact he was offering you a hand up. Because it wasn’t that he didn’t like touch, it was more he didn’t like it with no warning or permission, not after all those years on Kamino.
So, instead, you slide your hand into his, allowing him to pull you easily to your feet, before brushing off your own clothes. “Thank you.” You looked back toward the Marauder, “I hope Cid has food, I’m starving.”
Tech laughed slightly, letting go of your hand when you were safely up, “Oh, I think she knows to have it ready, especially when Wrecker comes back.”
“Hey!!!”
Stars, it was good to be home.
After
People always talk about the calm after the storm. The moment where everything settles down, where the wind stops raging, the clouds stop churning, the sky stops turning to fire. They talk about peace and serenity.
What they don’t talk about, is the absence of everything. The absence of that ferocious beauty.
The silence. The desolation.
The Marauder felt like it had the soul sucked out of it. The parlour felt darker, dimmer than before.
Tech’s infodumps about his research were stinted, cut off.
Wrecker didn’t smile as much, didn’t play around like he used to.
Hunter was even more stoic than usual, jaw permanently wound tight enough to snap. He pushed them harder, faster, took any job Cid threw their way, no matter the danger or the risk. He didn’t care anymore.
Echo was even more silent, eyes heavy, head full of memories that your peace couldn’t chase away. His nightmares were back too.
All of them were struggling to sleep.
The Bad Batch had lost that wild storm, the living, breathing energy that wove between them all, brought them closer, made them fiercer, stronger.
They had let you slip from right under their hands, like blood from a wound that would never heal.
You were gone, taken, lost.
They’d searched high and low, every corner of every dark pit of the planets you’d frequented - and ones you hadn’t.
Gone, without a trace. Like you’d never been there at all, like you’d been erased the way history had dictated you and everyone else like you should have been.
But you were a fighter, like them. You clung to life with all the determination and wicked strength you showed everyday.
You would never give up on them. You’d tear the galaxy to shreds to look for them.
And they would do the same. Every last scrap of the galaxy, every last molecule.
They’d burn it all to find you. And that is exactly what they were going to do.
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