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skellymom · 2 months

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"UNFORTUNATE TURN OF EVENTS"

Hunter, Wrecker, Fennec Shand One Shot Alt Universe Fic

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3, EP 8-YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Word Count: 537

Background: Hunter and Wrecker take a job with Fennec Shand in exchange for Intel on the Empire...with an unfortunate turn of events. For whom?

Warning: Swearing, canon-typical violence. SPOILERS S3!

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

From the very beginning Hunter and Wrecker had misgivings about working with Fennec Shand.

Aside from her trying to maim or kill Hunter she took off with Omega, a terrified child.

He never knew where her loyalties lay. And she didn’t believe in even a smidgen of selflessness.

Now being rudely ordered around by this cold woman on some swampy ass crack of a planet for intel...that he wasn’t sure they’d ever see.

But he and Wrecker really had nothing to bargain with.

Now she was giving them both crap about losing Omega.

Honey, you don't know shit about where we’ve been or what we’ve experienced to protect our family.

Plus, she was willing to kidnap A KID for MONEY.

Fennec claimed to stop going after the bounty when whomever hired Fennec thought Omega would be safer with them. And she refused to tell them who that was.

Mighty nice of you, sweetheart.

“Guess they were wrong about that.” She taunted them.

Wrecker shot back “Guess you’ll work for anybody, as long as you get paid.”

Hunter was starting to lose his patience...and a bit of his empathy. At least for sketchy characters who dangled important info that would help a cause or an innocent person’s quality of life, just out of reach.

He knew he was becoming bitter. Compassion Fatigue.

“Good guys or bad guys, their money is all the same.” She trotted out THAT platitude.

“Well, money isn’t everything.” Hunter countered.

“Spoken by someone who doesn't have any.” Fennec sneered.

Under the helmet Hunter ground his teeth. She had no right to judge him and his brothers this way. Surely, she started from nothing? Didn’t most of the galaxy?

The bounty was bagged and brought back into Fennec’s ship.

“Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Hang on. You promised information.” Hunter angrily demanded.

“I didn’t say I had it with me. But I’ll get it.” Fennec stared down at them. “After I deliver Sylar to my client."

“That’s NOT what we agreed on.” Hunter and Wrecker were PISSED, it showed on their faces.

“You can either fight me or trust me. Take your pick.”

Hunter and Wrecker glanced at one another stone faced.

She’s fucking with us.

“Good choice. I’ll be in touch.”

Then the confident, cold-blooded Fennec Shand made a HUGE mistake.

She turned her back on Hunter.

He shot her, his blaster was NOT set to stun.

She fell onto the gangplank, still somewhat alive. Instantly regretting that she mistook both clones for harmless fools.

Hunter stepped up and leaned down to face Fennec.

“You’re right, we’re credit-less. That’ll change when we turn in your bounty and scrap your ship. We also have your contacts and intel now, too.”

Fennec gasped, clinging onto the last shred of life.

“Too late for YOU to learn a valuable lesson: Don’t FUCK with people who have loved ones...cause we’ll do ANYTHING to secure their safety.”

Wrecker yanked up Fennecs dying body from the gangplank so he could pilot her ship. “Heh, didn’t she say something earlier about eventually everyone’s luck runs out?”

“Guess she thought it didn’t apply to HER.” Hunter walked off to pilot the Marauder.

Maker help ANYONE standing in the way of Clone Force-99.

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sinfulsalutations · 4 months

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𝕔𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ, ᴜʜ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴛꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

⋆ ★ *ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ* ʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

Hunter gets overheated/stimulated easily due to his heightened senses so he doesn’t cuddle for very long in pressed together positions.

BUT he likes proximity, being able to hear your breath and heartbeat, seeing every little dimple and curve of your body, knowing you are here and you’re his.

So he will press his head to your chest to listen to your heartbeat and relax with the rise and fall of your chest.

And if you run your hands through his hair you’ll coax the most blissful sighs out of him.

Tech

He’s fidgety, so staying in one cuddling position is a struggle. Always needs to readjust because one spot can get uncomfortable and awkward very quickly.

It gets tedious, especially at night in bed when both of you are grueling to sleep.

However, he’ll try his best for you.

Likes to tangle all his limbs with yours; legs, arms, fingers as your interlock and hold hands, etc.

Also traces and rubs patterns into your skin or over your clothes absentmindedly. You’re his favorite fidget toy.

Might ramble to you. Whether or not you respond and actively have a conversation doesn’t matter to him. He is simply glad that you’re here to listen.

Wrecker

Cuddle bug!

Any free time with you he will actively seek your body wrapped around his arms.

Loves when you sit on his lap on a couch or seat, thighs pressed outside each of his own; he’ll trail his arms up and down your waist, maybe cheekily have a feel of your ass once or twice (sorry, he can’t help himself).

Also likes when you’re just intermingled on his cot, staring up while you talk about everything and nothing.

Wrecker runs very warm, and you might have to push him away from his firm grasp when you begin to sweat and pant a little. Despite his sweet complains and pleads to come back, he’ll let you go nonetheless. But you’ll return to his arms inevitably.

Crosshair

“Why would I want cuddles?” he says, already itching for your touch.

Doesn’t actively seek it out, but god he relishes every time you want to cuddle.

Likes it when you lean your head on his shoulder or on his lap as he cleans his rifle or something else along those lines. It gives him enough mobility to move but still that contact each of you crave.

He might itch for more if he isn’t doing anything with his hands, and may trace patterns onto your arm, shoulder, back, thigh, knee, anywhere that’s convenient and in reach.

Although he’s aware that you like it, he begins doing it mostly for himself. And also, it gives him an excuse to secretly admire you.

Echo

Initially, he’s nervous you’ll feel uncomfortable cuddling with him because of his prosthetics and build.

So when you do express affection and craving for that sort of intimacy, he feels inept.

With more time and trust in the relationship he warms up to it more.

Enjoys wrapping his non-scomp arm around you and encourage you to wrap your arms around his waist.

Will keep his leg prosthetics untangled from yours unless you initiate it.

Likes to plant kisses on your forehead before trailing down to your ear to mutter (sweet) nothings.

His love translates to his cuddling, you quickly discover. Languid and romantic. Though he severely dreads the moment you inevitably separate.

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arrothededushka · 11 months

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Whoo hoooo!! Congrats!! And спасибо за ваши прекрасные арты! 😁 (My dad speaks Russian but I only learned a little).

I’d looooove a little artwork for the spicy Crosshair fic I’ve been writing with @lightwise over on my side blog, @spicy-clones

Perhaps Crosshair in a softer expression, about to confess his love to someone for the first time ever? 🥺

#YOUR RUS IS VERY GOOD!! 😳#feel free to share your work #but im not a fan of het sorry #gaygaygay #(and idk how to draw for xreader fic)#first chapter is nice tho!#Thank you!#my art #sw #star wars #tcw #the clone wars #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb #fan art #request

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sunshinesdaydream · 5 days

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Sunny! ☀️💙 thank you so much for hosting your milestone event and congrats!

I‘d love to request baja blast flavour with chocolate „I‘m not blushing blushing“ „yes you are!“ and maybe a scene where they accidently reveal their crushes on each other or something like that? But it‘s up to you! Thanks~

Thank you so much for the request! I haven't written the beloved baja blast babe before so this was new for me.

Also yes I was at Taco Bell with my daughter when I wrote this.😂 And sorry about the title. Not sorry. That dog lives in my head rent free till this very day!

Yo Quiero Baja Blast

Pairing: Howzer x Reader Event: Sunshine's Follower Milestone (still open) Event Masterlist: Masterlist Graphic dividers and Event graphics: by myself @sunshinesdaydream Rating: SFW WARNINGS: None Word count: 307

“I think you should talk to him,” Sinya said. She was a local woman who was also a nurse that had befriended you early on.

You sigh, this was far from the first time she has “nudged” you about your infatuation with Captain Howzer. “What would I even say? Hello Captain, you are handsome, smart, loyal, and charming and I’m completely falling for you?”

Sinya smiled brightly. “Yes, exactly that. Have fun!” She turned and walked away.

“What?” Then you realized someone was behind you. “Traitor,” you mutter as you turn to face the man in question.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear. Val said Sinya was looking for me,” Howzer said, shifting on his feet. He looked like he felt as awkward as you felt. He looked like he was…

“You’re blushing,” you breathed.

“I..”he clears his throat, and his hand immediately goes to the back of his neck. “I’m not blushing!” He protested.

You don’t know what possessed you to do it, but you gently reached and lifted his helmet off. His darkened cheeks confirmed what his body language had already betrayed.

“Yes, you are,” you answer quietly, looking up into his eyes.

He brushed his gloved fingertips across your warm cheek, sending tingles across your skin. “So are you,” he answered just as quietly, as he moved to cradle your face in both hands. “May I kiss you?”

At a loss for words, you nod. His lips brush gently across yours in nearly a caress. Then dipped his head lower for a deeper kiss. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, but his helmet was still in your hands. When the kiss came to a natural end, he kept his face close to yours. His nose and lips brushing against your skin as he sighed, “I’ve wanted to do that for months.”

Thanks for reading!

☀️Love & Wrecker Hugs☀️

Sunshine

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sashketter · 11 days

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The Captain and the Senator

Summary: Captain Rex and Senator Riyo Chuchi undertake the difficult task of building and running the Clone Underground and, in the process, begin a close relationship.

Warnings: Chapters labeled 🌶️ contain explicit sexual content.

Notes: This takes place during the events of The Bad Batch, in and around the episodes featuring Riyo Chuchi. As of now, it’s a work in progress, and I will update this list as each chapter is posted. The titles and amount of chapters are subject to change.

Truth and Consequences Revisited

Coruscant Covers 🌶️

Tipping Point to Pantora

Project Spycraft

Infiltration on Orto Plutonia 🌶️

Offerings to the Moon Goddess 🌶️

The Cavalry Deferred

Epilogue

#star wars #the bad batch #captain rex #riyo chuchi #rexiyo #tbb echo #clone underground #star wars fan fiction #the bad batch fan fiction #captain rex fan fiction #riyo chuchi fan fiction #*#fic #rex #chuchi #the captain and the senator #prob too early to post but i wanted it up as a reference

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fandom-friday · 2 months

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Hello friend Karrde!

I hope that all here have been well and prosperous, or at least not buried in snow like me. I have more offerings again for the rec list! I apologize because this is gonna be a whopper of a list too, totally understand if it doesn't make it in this week.

On the Art side of things:

@pinkiemme has been rocking our world with both Commanders Wolffe and Mayday... such scrumptiousness. But then I saw this panel of Captain Rex and... (crying).

@rexxdjarin again with the thick and healthy series latest Echo and Gregor... the study of muscular anatomy is so on point!

@sunshinesdaydream has given us the adorable duo of Hardcase and Sparks

@spicyclones79s has gifted us Omega & Hunter, Commander Wolffe, and a very sweet Foxio

@ladykagewaki always has my heart with the Bebe batch snuggles But also Ms. Fangirl has shared how to summon Echo (May contain spoilers!)

@cloned-eyes made me smile with Wrecker and his little friends but then sob when I saw Jenot.

Comic Recs!:

@paperback-rascal is back with mercy and co with an interesting neurologic finding on Major 40

Fic Recs!:

@pickleprickle 's Newest fic features an injured Mace Windu in the wake of the Empire's rise in Shattered Sunrise. When I say I binged the first two chapters... go read!

if anyone is in need of a Howzer Fic after @the-rain-on-kamino has just reposted their Exigency series. I didn't get a chance to read it the first time and am making my way through it now and let me tell ya... the love, the longing, the CAPTAIN! oh and the build up to the SMUT!

Hopefully I'll have the other comic pieces gathered together for next week and a few more recs. Till then happy reading!

This is one HECK of a list that's got a little something for every TCW/TBB fan out there! I love all of the artwork, and the fics are phenomenal!!!

(Quick correction: the art of Hardcase and Sparks was a commission done by @cloned-eyes)

As always, THANK YOU for taking the time to pull all these together!!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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apocalyp-tech-a · 23 days

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#tech x reader #tech x female jedi oc reader #tech the bad batch #star wars #the bad batch #fan fiction #fan fic #clone wars to order 66 to post 66 #tech tbb #x reader #techpopstar

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techs-goggles9902 · 17 days

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TBB Modern AU

Part I

Learning about the batch. Gonky is discovered 🙏🏻 Fives is visited.

Part II

Part III

(Ongoing so idk how many parts there will be)

@ithillia

My AU backstory I made in August of 2023

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momojedi · 3 months

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— LOOK FOR THE LIGHT topic. wip wednesday

type. not sure yet note. bad batch x tlou. i've mentioned my au multiple times not but i haven't really had the chance, time nor motivation to start it ... until now. here's some sibling banter. this plays in a full tlou universe. no space travel. cross and omega are separated from their brothers and are trying to find their way home to them by crossing the states while the rest of the batch searches for them. warnings. none word count. 251

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A piercing whistle broke through the atmosphere. The hound's ears perked up as it rose its head curiously at the sound. Then, its tongue darted out as it panted excitedly.

"Batcher! Here, girl!"

Omega clicked her tongue when Batcher dashed back to her, tail wagging happily. "Good girl," she cheered, offering her the dry treats she'd stored in her pocket. The hound happily licked her hand clean, the hard snacks crackling between her teeth. "These better not be our rations you're feeding her, Omega." Crosshair snarked grumpily as he dusted his hands off. Omega scoffed at her brother. "Of course not," she threw one of the treats at him which he swiftly caught, "It's just some treats." He eyed the dog snack cautiously. With a sly smirk, Omega threw another one. "You should try them - they're for dogs after all."

"Very funny."

With an eye roll, Crosshair lowered his hand to feed it to Batcher which the hound happily lapped up. He pulled his hand back, shaking the dog drool off with a slight grimace. "You should keep the space in your pockets for actual important things, not dog treats," he scolded, "Remember what I told you; the hound can come along as long --" "-- as long as it doesn't hinder our chances of survival, yeah, yeah." Although he couldn't see it, Omega rolled her eyes at her brother's words. "It's just some treats for Batcher, Cross," she smiled as she gently patted the hound's fur, "It won't harm any of us."

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clonemedickix · 7 months

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Rating: M

Word count: 800

Pairing: TBB Echo x OC General Lara Lin

Warnings: angst, grief, coping with loss

***Entire body of work has NSFW entries in many chapters. See my pinned master list for labeling, or heed the warnings on AO3***

Excerpt Summary - Blurb out of context, don’t ask too many questions if you don’t want to know the answers… Lara and Echo have a chat trying to sort out personal grief.

Echo found Lara on Fives’ hill, sitting leaned back against the great live oak tree in the shade. It wasn’t overly warm; by regional standards it was a pleasant day, though Echo found it somewhat muggy. The grass was a brilliant emerald green, and below in the pasture grazed her prized horses, led by her old war mount, Barbaro. It was a peaceful scene, though he wondered why she still came here even after Fives had fallen silent in her life, barred from contacting her from Valinor anymore.

He was curious what she would do when she returned to Nidhogg, now that her mission of vengeance was over. Would she simply fade into the background, to raise her children? He couldn’t imagine that she would be happy, so domesticated. The children would need training and education on using their gifts, so it wouldn’t be completely sedate, but he still got the impression that she would feel out of place, useless and extraneous.

“Now that Primer is gone, who is going to lead Nidhogg?,” he asked her lightly.

Lara looked over at him, a little startled at the question. It had seemingly come out of left field. She shrugged a shoulder and drawled, “I dunno. There’s multiple people there that can take up that mantle. Boost is over the Dragons, but there’s Howzer, Volte, Wolffe, not to mention Cody. Maybe they should have an election.”

“Why not you?,” Echo asked pointedly.

“Because that’s not my role, and never has been,” she immediately returned.

“You were a queen!,” Echo protested. “And a general, if that doesn’t matter.”

“I was a really pretty broodmare wearing a crown, Echo.” Lara looked at him wryly. “I’m not sure that automatically qualifies me for leadership of a people.” She paused while Echo laughed at the analogy.

“A beautiful broodmare in a crown,” Echo corrected her.

“Sure. Regardless, General, former queen… it doesn’t matter. I was created to fight, to be a warrior, not a ruler. I have no desire to delve into politics further than making snide comments about it.” Lara shook her head as she said it, and hoped the matter would drop.

“I think you should give it some consideration; the community as a whole more or less assume you will take over the leadership,” Echo said carefully.

“No. I won’t be there forever, Echo. I’m not someone that can be counted on to remain, nor even always act appropriately. For kriff’s sake - I just finished leveling a planet out of petty revenge. That’s not who you want for a leader. If you want my opinion, you should make Cody the leader, while Boost commands the Dragons.” Lara looked hard at her friend. “I’m not available for that sort of thing, nor will I be.”

“Okay, I get it. I’ll… spread the word around, though I know there will be a lot of disappointed people.”

“Maybe they should be grateful and relieved. A pretty face does not a ruler make, though ironically in your case, you all have very handsome faces…,” Lara said, her words trailing off in thought. “On second thought, a pretty face sometimes does a ruler make, but only under certain circumstances.”

Echo laughed. “It’s good to see you able to joke a bit, after so long.”

Lara didn’t have a reply for that, but gave Echo a small smile. “It still hurts. I feel so raw inside, knowing when I get back to Nidhogg, he won’t be there. That I have to wait the whole rest of my lifetime to see him again.” She looked off, over the tree-filled horizon, closing her eyes as a breeze whispered past. “I wasted so much time, trying to be some person that I’m not,” she said bitterly.

“It wasn’t a waste. He was honored to follow you, to serve you, regardless of whether he ever was allowed to touch you as a lover. He would have accepted a life without ever knowing what it was like to make love to you, so long as you kept him as your commander and trusted friend.” Echo reached over a touched her hand, which was fiddling with grass hectically, as Lara struggled to manage her emotions. “Hey. Look at me,” he commanded gently. When she met his eyes, he said, “I’m positive, having known him as long as you, that he counted his life completely fulfilled, for being given the time with you that he was, and being allowed to lay down his life for you in the end. Primer could not have asked for more.” Echo squeezed her hand lightly, his eyes communicating he felt the same, as Lara gazed back at him, his words visibly stinging her already wounded heart. Echo knew there was little he could really say that would make the pain go away for her, but she needed to hear these things. In the meantime, he pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly against his shoulder.

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skellymom · 6 months

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"Cup Of Caf"

The Bad Batch CROSSHAIR One Shot

Crosshair x NON GENDERED Reader (PLEASE put YOURSELF into this story! <3)

Background: Crosshair makes it to Pabu with all of his brothers and sister. Will he open himself up to another? What's his future there?

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: Really none. This is sweetness, some angsty fluff, and character growth. Purposely wrote this piece for ANY reader! You can take this tale as friendship or the start of a blossoming love relationship. And, I purposely wrote NO GENDER/NO SPECIFIC SEXUALITY/POSSIBLY EVEN AGENDER into this story. It's about healing, sharing, growing, and decisions at one of many crossroads in life. Sometimes it's painful, but growth can be.

This One Shot is dedicated to Crosshair Fans, those of you struggling with hard decisions in life, loneliness, and to the amazing @lightspringrain whose art was one of my inspirations for this story.

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(Credit: Dividers by the talented @saradika)

The leaves of the Cascade Tree rippled lazily in the ocean breeze. Its boughs lifted just enough to reveal a man with a scarred head sitting under its canopy at the picnic table.

You were surprised to see someone sitting there at... “your” table. Not really yours, but no one else ever came down this far from the cliffs to watch the surf foam and roil against the shores of Pabu. Every morning walking down to enjoy your cup of caf before starting the day. Today, you were testing out a new mug, fresh off the pottery wheel: Jet black clay with metallic silver phases of the moon depicted in striking detail across its surface. Debated selling this piece, hardly ever keeping anything for yourself.

The man’s back was facing you at quiet approach. He side-eyed you suspiciously, scowling. Immediately recognized him as the newcomer to the island that arrived with his brothers and one sister. Phee Genoa gushed about the one named, “Tech”. She called him “Brown Eyes”. This was the “Grumpy Brother” and was already gaining a reputation as anti-social.

“Uh...hi.”

Silence and unchanging side-eye. He didn’t move from the spot and clearly wanted to be left alone.

“Ok, leaving.”

No reply. He turned back around to stare at the crashing surf.

The next morning you arrived with your fully vetted new mug of caf to find...The Grumpy Man back in “your” spot.

Kriff...what to do? This was awkward. While feeling rather put out and wanting to sit alone, you kind of felt for the guy. The gossip around town was he had been through a lot before arriving in Pabu.

Looking down at the untouched cup of caf: How many people, yourself included, came to this planet looking for solace and safety? How many of the residents of Pabu arrived with baggage before they healed and found community here? How long did it take to be comfortable with others again?

Your heart went out to the man all by himself sitting there. It was an amazing view and perfect place to be alone.

He turned, almost like he had heard your brain humming. Again, scowling over his shoulder. You stepped closer, but he didn’t budge and kept the suspicious side-eye. You approached the table and set the steaming mug next to him.

He seemed briefly surprised, with his features softening slightly.

“Good morning, have a fresh cup on me.”

You awkwardly walked away, leaving him alone with the caf. Heart hammering in your chest.

After closing the pottery studio, you decided to stop by “your” spot on the way home. The Grumpy Man was gone, but the mug was in the same position you left it. You assumed he thought it a weird gesture and refused to touch the mug. But you realized the coffee was gone and there was something in the bottom of the mug. Turning it upside down, a seashell fell out. A very pretty one too. It brought a smile to your face.

Next morning, you looked forward to engaging with Grumpy Man again. The black and silver mug was washed and filled with hot caf for him. Stopping at the local bakery you purchased a large cinnamon pastry on the way.

Grumpy was there. He didn’t turn when approached. You set the mug with the pastry perched on top of it next to him.

“Enjoy.” Walking away.

“Did you like it?” His voice was low, raspy, snakelike.

“What?” Stopping in your tracks and turning slightly to answer. “Oh...yes. Thank you.”

“Hmmm...”

That was all. He said no more and kept his eyes on the crashing surf.

You left and walked onward to the studio.

After close, you walked back to retrieve the mug. It was empty of coffee and now and contained freshly picked flowers.

This carried on for several weeks. Every morning you brought him fresh caf and something to eat. After all, he was skin and bones. Every day something different: a fat muffin, breakfast sandwich, fruit, grain-meal with honey, meats, cheeses, brunch cookies. It was a culinary journey of Pabu, as you picked up things from local shops, or even threw together items from memory of family recipes.

It was almost an obsession to keep this man guessing the food he would be eating. Local shopkeepers noticed you out and about more, enquiring about your sudden social spree. Tongues were starting to wag on the island. You didn’t pay attention to gossip and could care less.

Grumpy seemed to have a decent appetite. You were quite sure he was indeed consuming the food. Of course, he could have thrown it down the ravine to the fish and sea birds, and you would be none the wiser. It was obviously evident his man was thriving as he filled out, less bony, skin no longer a sickly pallor, and his hair was growing back. Hair as silver as the moon.

Every evening he would leave something in the mug as a gift. An unspoken thanks for your kindness:

The split egg of a sea bird, a marine fossil stone, polished sea glass, a cascade tree seed, feathers, bleached bones, a preserved Pabu Butterfly with striking iridescent wings. He even left odd items that suggested a sense of humor. The persnickety land crab attempting to fight you for the mug as its new home. The small octopus bobbing in the salt water filled cup...who inked you in the face.

Every day was a welcome surprise.

You sat the mug and Meiloorun next to Grumpy. There were two covered plates on the table.

He turned around to look you square in the eye. “Sit with me.” It wasn’t a question, but not an order either. “Please.”

This was surprising and you settled in next to Grumpy on the bench.

He slid over a plate and uncovered it: Two stacked grain cakes with a whipped dairy smile and two berry eyes. They were doused in rainbow candy sprinkles, sitting in a huge amount of sugary syrup.

“Wow...uh. I didn’t take you for a happy face kinda guy.” Suddenly regretting the remark and holding your breath.

He rolled his eyes and exhaled. “My sister made them. SOMEONE in town tipped her off that I’m not alone during my ‘Alone Time’.”

You burst out laughing. How could you not?

“Gets better.” He uncovered the second plate: Two cooked sea bird eggs sunny side up with strips of cooked meat centered below them. The “food face” was doused in ketchup to resemble a bullet hole to the head hemorrhaging blood. “I’m more on board with this design.”

You howled with laughter. Grumpy cracked a small smile.

“YOUR sister did THIS??? THAT innocent child?”

“Mhm...” He snickered. “Never. She breathes and farts rainbows. This is my brother's masterpiece.”

The rainbow remark had you roaring again. Wiping away tears. His delivery was so unexpected.

He handed you a fork. Now that ALL his face was visible, you noticed the tattoo.

He produced his own fork. “Let's stab out the eyes and feast upon their faces.”

“Wait!” You lifted the mug of caf. “First, we must drink the blood of our enemies and share the names of the victors.” You were feeling giddy now...never considered maybe taking this Imagined Breakfast Massacre too seriously.

It didn’t seem to matter to Grumpy. In fact, he was smiling.

“Y/N” You took a healthy sip of the caf and passed the mug to him.

“Crosshair” He gulped the caf, giving you a mischievous look.

From that morning on you brought the cup of caf to share and HE brought the food. His sister and brother would cook or bake for Crosshair and “his friend”. According to him, they were overjoyed that he had not been spending his quiet days alone. Then started incorporating his own ideas into the recipes. Crosshair would regale you with “Tales of the Kitchen” interactions with him and his siblings as they cooked. He shared secret ingredients, always asked your opinion on the recipes, and how they could be improved.

However, after the food was eaten and the chatter died he would stare wistfully at the ocean. Deep in thought, mulling over something. You would ask and he would deflect with another topic. Not wanting to push things, you let it go.

This sharing of food and caf carried on for several months. Sometimes you were able to get bits of information out of him: He was a military man before coming to Pabu and was in a special highly trained squad. You asked about his mother and father. He shrugged and said his parentage didn’t matter and that only his sister and brothers were important. You carefully asked about the scar on the right side of his head, now fully covered with thick, unruly silver hair. He glossed over it as an injury and no big deal. He deflected by asking you about yourself. This man was perfectly happy to talk less and hear you speak more. He listened intently and threw brief tidbits in and sometimes his signature “Mmhmm.”

Still, he seemed haunted by something and absolutely refused to talk about it. You sensed it never really left his mind and constantly grappled with something deep. Something he regretted with all his being.

You both sat at the table watching the surf, taking turns sipping from the mug of caf. The breakfast platter was eaten and empty. He was unusually quiet.

Then he finally spoke. “I’m leaving Pabu.”

“What?” You, shocked. It seemed so sudden. “Why???”

“I...” He sighed and looked down at the table. “Need to make amends for certain...things.” His expression was one of thinly veiled shame.

“Don’t know what to say...” Struggling for words. “How long will you be gone?”

“I’m not coming back.” His brows furrowed sadly. There was a lot of emotion, and you could see the difficulty he had expressing it.

Speechless, you stared ahead and watched the surf pull away from the shoreline. There would be no more shared caf and breakfasts with this man. The days of looking forward with anticipation to the mornings would end.

You both sat for some time in silence, listening to the waves. In...out...in...out...as if the island was breathing.

Finally, you felt his gaze. Turning to meet the saddest, deepest brown eyes. Such a pitiful yet touching display that hit you even harder in the gut.

“I’m...grateful to have shared the time we had together. I don’t say that lightly.” His hand slowly advanced palm up on the table begging to be joined with another.

You slid your hand in his and squeezed. “I’ll miss you.” Tears forming in your eyes.

He squeezed back, nodded, then let go. Getting up from the table he whispered “Goodbye.”

“Take this! I made it for you...even if I hadn’t known it yet.” You handed him the empty mug.

He took it with a look of surprise. Then he turned away before you could see the tears in his eyes.

But you saw them. You will never forget that.

Then he was gone.

You sat the rest of the day listening to the ocean breathe. Watching the sun make its progression across the sky, finally dipping below the horizon. You walked home under the stars of Pabu...one of them a low fast-moving light: A ship departing the planet.

Sleep was fretful. Finally frustrated with tossing and turning, you got up, dressed and walked to the studio. Firing up the lights, set the holo on your favorite “create playlist”, and sitting down at the potter’s wheel. Tonight, there would be a new design even if it meant staying up all night to mold, dry, glaze, and fire this creation. You threw yourself into the task, singing, and occasionally wiping away a stray tear.

The sun rose over Pabu. You washed out the new creation: A mug of blazing crimson red, raised relief of the sun, with a magnificent metallic gold corona. Fresh caf brewed in the studio. You poured it steaming hot into the mug. Then closed the studio for the day, leaving a message in the window when it would reopen, and proceeded down to “your” table.

You expected to be alone once again...however...there was someone sitting under the Cascade Tree.

She was blond, dark skinned and looked to be a young teenager. You could tell she had been crying.

“Hello?”

“Sorry...Just wanted some privacy. My brother would come here to sit and be alone.” She moved to get up.

“You don’t have to leave. Please stay.”

She spied the mug in your hand, and the pieces fell into place.

“You’re Y/N!” Her eyes widened. “He talked about you a LOT. He’s never done that with anyone before.”

Warm intense feelings welled up inside you. They spilled out across your face in a smile.

“What’s your name?”

“Omega.”

You set the mug of caf down in front of her.

“Well Omega, looks like I made this for you...even though I hadn’t known it yet.”

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⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

The sergeant is very unruly in the bathroom.

He is the shittiest person to share a fresher with.

Somehow manages to leave the whole thing wet as he gets out of the shower, has hair all in the drains and clinging to the shower wall, and the mirror is totally fogged up to the point you have to air out the room for a solid few minutes.

All of his hair products and body care stuff also take up so much counter space, leaving barely enough for yours (which is much more minimal).

You’re trying your best to help Hunter implement new, better habits as time goes on, but it’s proving difficult.

He’d never believe you, but you might insist he’s this way because he likes to relax and not bother in the fresher, as it’s the only time for himself to truly unwind and enjoy himself.

But no. That can’t be the reason why. Right?

Tech

He is a CHRONIC nail biter and skin picker.

It’s just a constant fiddle thing.

Helps him focus on something but he also just gets picky with the state of his nails and the skin surrounding it.

Consistently gets to a point where the poor things are red and swollen and just look painful.

Subtly you try to make him stop; switching to a new soap, coating his nails with bad tasting polish and finish, etc.

It doesn’t work.

He somehow always manages to swerve around it and continue biting his nails.

One day you’ll find a strategy to get him to stop; hint, it might be letting him fiddle around with your hands a little…

Wrecker

Sloppy with food. Like, very sloppy.

If you hand him a full plate, a good portion of it will find its way onto the table, the floor, his pants, his shirt, and the surrounding area of his mouth.

He just can’t seem to keep it all in one place.

It’s not that big of a deal; if he’s truly conscious about it, he won’t actively make a mess (though he might still get some on his clothes and mouth), but a lot of the time, he isn’t.

Either way, it’s kind of charming. Seeing him snarf down food enthusiastically only fits so well with the rest of his character.

Crosshair

This man’s sleep schedule is fuuuuucked; more fucked than Tech’s, even.

He will go to bed early, wake up in the middle of night and stay up until the morning when he finally does fall asleep for a few hours but is forced to wake up and start the day.

Or alternatively, he’ll go to bed very late, sleep until noon, and spend his day taking minor naps only continuing his habit of sleeping later.

The worst part is he doesn’t make any effort to fix it and practically enables it.

What kind of fucked up form of masochism is this? you think.

He’s a quiet riser and sleeper so this habit of his manages not to affect anyone else, but it especially bothers you out of your care for crosshair and his well-being.

You might try and coax him to sleep and wake up at proper times with you, and it might work every now and then— but Crosshair’s sleep schedule doesn’t follow anyone’s orders.

Echo

This boy has really bad posture.

It’s not very obvious compared to Tech’s posture, but it causes him lots of shoulder and neck aches, especially when he’s sitting in the cockpit for too long.

You make jokes about getting him a back brace and he grumbles with a laugh, “I already got enough metal hooked up to me.”

Sometimes when you notice it and see him rubbing at his neck, you get his attention and sweetly tell him ‘shoulders up, love.’

Without fail, he does so with a soft smile and leans over to kiss your cheek as a way of thanking you for the reminder.

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The OCs of Into the Techiverse!

OKAY LADIES (from Into the Techiverse) NOW LET'S GET IN FORMATION! Drawn by me, Dr. Meat Muffin.

(left to right)

Dr Sjael Drummer: "HAVE YOU EVER FIRED YOUR GUN IN THE AIR AND GONE 'AHHHH'?!"

Glitch: "I HAVE FRIENDS YAY! And I GET TO TOUCH TECH'S BUTT. IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY HERE TODAY!"

Juno Caheere: "Yay we rescued him!...can I go home now?"

Ash Blake: ::whispers:: "These people are crazyyyyy."

Anaj Rotz: ::stands like she just caught a 12 inch largemouth bass::

Canon Tech: "PLEASE HELP ME."

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hi I'm kinda new to this request stuff but I'm here to request Mayday with caramel for your followers celebration post!

Hi! I hope you find this anon! Since you didn't pick a prompt, I did. then I added another, then another. I think we hit a total of four caramel prompts on this one? But "Ultimate Hubby" deserves it. I hope you enjoy!

Sunset Walks

Pairing: Mayday x Fem!Reader Event: Sunshine's Follower Milestone (still open) Event Master list: Master list Graphic dividers and Event graphics: by me @sunshinesdaydream Rating: SFW WARNINGS: Pregnancy Word count: 774

You were on your evening walk on the beach together, waves washing over your feet and the sun was setting. It was a walk you took together every night. Every night since you met.

It had been on this beach, shortly after his rescue that you had first seen him. He still raised his face to the sun to feel the warmth as he did that day he had told you that he had spent far too long in the cold and snow.

The jaded expression he had worn in the early days swiftly gave way to a more peaceful expression that would frequently shift to one of wonder.

He and the two men who had been rescued with him slipped into place quickly, learning the ways of life on the island. Helping others, working, and then eventually running their own boat.

Mayday asked you to marry him the day they had acquired the boat, on this same beach. He told you of the boat, and his hopes and dreams for the future. He told you they would mean so much more with you.

Soon after you married there as well. In a little ceremony, with friends and family barely more than vows meshed together from the Mandalorian traditions he had learned and the ones that were of your island home.

Still every evening you walk the beach together, hand in hand while the sun sets over the horizon. However, this evening you had news for him instead.

“Love, what do you think of us having kids?” You ask.

Mayday paused mid step and turned to you, looking slightly baffled. It wasn’t even a question he would expect you to ask. If you only counted the hours of conversation about having children, it was obvious you knew he very much wanted children as did you. A moment later, the light of the setting sun highlighting his features as they shifted into ecstatic realization.

“Wait….you’re pregnant?” He asked. But without waiting for an answer he was kissing you. “Mesh’la,” he sighed with his forehead pressed to yours and your face cradled in his large hands.

The next evening as you walk he’s quieter than usual, distracted, and seems deep in thought. And you have the nagging feeling he is worried about something.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him, with a squeeze to his hand.

“Just thinking,” he answers with a stiff smile.

You lightly tug on his hand to get him to stop and face you. You caress his cheek, “My Love, what’s wrong,” you ask quietly, your voice barely over the waves.

Mayday closes his eyes and leans into your hand, and after a long moment he finally sighs, “I’m scared,”

“Scared?” you ask, confused.

He shakes his head slightly, taking your hand and kissing it. “Nothing for you to worry about Cyare,”

“Mayday, you’re scaring me now,” you say, looking up at him still.

He shakes his head again. “It’s nothing,” he repeats as he pulls you into an embrace, your head resting on his chest. You know you aren’t going to get anything out of him until he is ready. So you thread your arms around his waist and lean into him, your ear over his heart.

A long time passed. The sun sank below the horizon, leaving the colors of the sky to cool to nighttime hues.

“Cyare?” he asks, quietly. “Do you think I will be a good father?”

You look up at him in surprise, he is still gazing at the horizon. He continues, “I don’t know how, I barely know what one is…” tears shone on his lashes.

You squeeze him tightly and answer, “You know more than you think. I’ve talked to Hexx and Veetch, they’ve told me how much you helped them when they first came from Kamino,”

Mayday shakes his head again, “I was a commander, an older brother, they were adults by the time I met them,”

“I don’t think they needed any less guidance or caring,” you answer him. “And the cadets that have been brought here? All of the ones you have comforted and talked to? You know more than you think you do, Love. And you won’t be doing this alone,”

He looks down into your eyes, doubt still clouding his eyes in the dying light.

“You don’t believe me?” You ask, with a teasingly insulted tone.

“I believe you, Cyare,” he answers finally, pressing his lips to your forehead in a kiss, then leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. “You are right, it just hit me how big this is. But we can do it, together,"

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