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Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol
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Reblog to give your fellow batchers a cuddle this bad batch eve 🫂
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Totally different approach to the menu this time, but i'm still not 100% sure if this is gonna be the final one i'll use
here's the corresponding poster, if you haven't seen it already <3
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A really underrated part of how the inhibitor chips are handled in canon is the fact that they can't be removed without an invasive procedure that has some risk. Whenever a character has his taken out it’s never necessarily an easy choice, a symbolic reminder that it takes bravery to choose not to be controlled by a system, and it gives these moments a lot more emotionality and impact because it’s not just a convenient plot device to restore or preserve their agency.
The most heroic moment Fives has is when learns he has this thing in him and he doesn't even hesitate to tell AZI to get it out, even if trying might kill him, because it so brazenly defies the way all clones have been positioned as powerless pawns whose individuality and choices ultimately won't matter in the big plan. When Rex has been activated and manages to get out just enough words to tell Ahsoka what to do to help him, it's a pretty powerful way of showing how much he trusts her at the end of their journey together throughout the war. Wrecker is the most hesitant to have his removed because he's scared of surgery but sees it's what is safest for everyone.
And thinking about it this way makes me appreciate why Rex's resistance has generally only been acting to help clones that have already willingly turned on the Empire, even though they always try not to hurt the others who may still on some level not be in control of themselves and, some could say, also need help. It makes me understand why the Batch couldn't just try to capture Crosshair at some point in season 1 and make him get his chip removed, something he'd never agree to while still under its influence.
It's implied that the Kaminoans subjected the Batch and Omega to a lot of scary and probably painful tests and procedures as they grew up - so much that Omega understands Echo being triggered by waking up hooked up to monitors and she dreads going back to being used in a lab. Fandom plays this up for angst in fanworks and rightfully calls the Kaminoans horrible for denying them agency over their own bodies in this and many other ways. Even if for a much better reason, the clone troopers who've left the Empire don't really have the right to treat their brothers that way and risk their safety when they're not in a state of being able to consent to it.
Just as none of the clones can reasonably hold themselves accountable for things they've done because of the inhibitor chips, they also can't be considered responsible for saving each other from being controlled by them. It's the Emperor and the Kaminoans that did this to all of them.
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Husband material
i just love him sm....
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It's my Friday, send me some characters!
instead of fuck marry kill, there should be an ask game that's "husband, one night stand, best friend" because that's the actual tough call
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I love this! You know what's funny? I have a couple Tookas of my own. Thank you so much! It even feels like a belated birthday gift!
Echo and the Tooka
This is for @rinwritesfics for the Bad Batch x reader exchange @cloneficgiftexchange
Prompt: "How was I supposed to know"
Authors note: Hi! I hope you like this! I've always wanted to write for Echo and give him a Tooka so I hope you like that idea too :)
Clone Force ninety-nine was happily settled on Pabu. Crosshair was back with them, as well as Echo, and the rest of the Clone Rebellion. You loved Pabu, it was a beautiful, peaceful place and most importantly the Clones were safe. One Clone especially meant a great deal to you, Echo.
You had been crushing on him for ages, and although you believed he returned your feelings, neither of you had been brave enough to admit your feelings. When Echo’s head piece had been acting up you were worried for him. But Phee had a contact on the planet Chalza, that could help Echo. Echo figured it was worth a shot since the Empire didn’t have a presence there. Rex and Tech offered to go with Echo, and you asked to go too. Echo was happy you would be going with him.
Upon arriving on Chalza you found out it was raining. You put your poncho on. “Cute” Echo accidently said out loud. “Thanks” You giggled and did a little twirl. Echo gave you heart eyes. “Shouldn’t you wear one too?” You asked concerned. Echo thought he would melt from how sweet you were. He put his poncho on and you thought he looked cute too, but were too shy to say anything.
The rain was pouring, and the wind blew hard. You struggled to see anything. Echo noticed you stray a little, and he held out his hand for you. “Here, take my hand. I’ll guide you” He offered. You took his hand, a warm feeling spreading through you at the contact. Echo kept you close to him. You felt safe with him by your side.
After reaching the contacts workshop Echo still held your hand. Rex and Tech spoke with the contact. As they discussed what needed to be done, you felt Echo squeeze your hand a little harder. He’s nervous You leaned in and whispered, “I’m right here, Echo” He looked over at you with a soft smile “Thanks” Echo whispered back. You nodded to him.
It seemed to take forever for the Contact to get things ready and work on Echo’s head piece. Rex thought you should step away for a minute, but Echo wanted you to stay. It was a difficult few minutes as you waited. You tried to be brave for Echo and not show how concerned you were. Once the man finished working on Echo’s head piece, everyone went to the local cantina for dinner.
After dinner you and the boys went to the market place to pick up supplies, you split into groups, Tech and Rex going one way, you and Echo going the other. While you walked through the market you noticed a vendor selling toys. You looked over at Echo with a grin. “You’re spoiling Omega” Echo told you, but his smile gave him away. “I spoil all of you” You teased, and winked at him, before walking up to the stall. Echo’s heart skipped a beat as he watched you. While Echo was lost in his thoughts a Tooka ran out from the alley, calling to Echo as he approached him. The constant meowing caught Echo’s attention and he looked down at the little creature with an amused smile. “Well, Hello there, little fella.” Echo said and reached down to pet the Tooka. It snuggled up to him. “You sure are a friendly little thing, aren’t you?!” He cooed. The black Tooka meowed and looked up at him with bright eyes. “Oh, my stars! How cute!” You gasped as you walked up by Echo. He chuckled. “He just ran up to me” Echo said. “He chose you” you said with a teasing smile. “Don’t start” Echo warned, but still smiled. The Tooka continued to cuddle up to Echo. “Alright little fella, we got to go” Echo said. He stood up to leave and as the two of you began to walk away the Tooka followed you. Echo sighed and you giggled. “Stay here” Echo said, pointing at the Tooka. It seemed like he understood as he sat there. Echo was pleased and turned to walk away. You did too, but you knew the precious little creature might follow anyway. Tech sent a message on comms for you and Echo to return to the Marauder immediately. You and Echo made it back to the Marauder and left the planet.
Once in hyperspace you all sat in the cockpit. While you were talking all of the sudden you heard a meow. “Oh, my stars! Echo it’s your little buddy” You said, cooing to the Tooka. “Echo, why did you bring a Tooka on board?!” Tech complained. “I didn’t! How was I supposed to know he’d follow me?!” Echo argued. “Oh, stop fussing!” You chided them and picked up the Tooka. “This little guy isn’t going to be a problem” You stated. Echo’s heart fluttered at the sight of you holding the Tooka. It called to Echo and you handed and you handed him over to Echo. He cuddled up to Echo. “He sure does like you” Rex commented. “He needs a name” You stated. The group thought for a moment. Tech spoke up “How about Shadow? He is always following you”. Echo shrugged. You thought over some more names and one came to you that you weren’t sure about sharing. “How about…Domino?” You suggested. A little bit of surprise washed over Echo’s face but then a soft look took over his eyes. “That’s perfect” Echo said. You and Echo shared a smile. “It’s a good name” Tech agreed. Rex gave you a small smile. “Welcome to the squad, Domino” Echo said with a smile as he scratched behind Dominoes ears.
Domino followed Echo as he walked through the marketplace on Pabu. “Good morning, Echo” You greeted with a smile. “Good morning” He returned with a smile of his own. Domino meowed at you. “Why hello, Domino” You said and knelt down to pet him. “How’s Domino adjusting to Pabu?” You asked Echo. “Really well, he’s taken quite a liking to the Moon-yos. He loves chasing them and playing with them.” Echo replied. “I’m so glad to hear that.” You said, petting Domino one more time before standing up. “I meant to thank you” Echo said. “For what?’ You asked surprised. “For coming up with his name, I think my brothers would’ve liked it, especially Fives. Fives probably would’ve flirted with you” Echo said with a chuckle. You laughed too then said “Well, it wouldn’t have done him any good. I have my eye on someone.” You said, giving Echo a look that you hoped he understood meant him. Apparently, he did catch on because he stood there wide eyed and mouth agape. You felt disappointed when he didn’t respond. “Well, I got to go” You said, and quickly took off. Blast Echo thought as he watched you go. Why couldn’t he say anything? Why did he always struggle with words when it came to you?. All Echo wanted was to tell you how he truly felt. Echo looked down at Domino. ‘What’s wrong with me, anyway?” He asked him. Domino just meowed at him.
It was a quiet evening and you sat outside of your home and stargazed. You heard a meow and looked down to see Domino. “Hi, Domino. Sweet Boy” You cooed and pet him. “Where’s Echo?” You asked. “Right here” Echo said as he walked up to you. “Hi” he said sheepishly. “Hi” You returned. “May I sit?” He asked, gesturing to the chair next to yours. “Sure” You agreed. Echo sat next to you. “It’s a beautiful evening” He commented. “It is” “The stars are bright” “They are” A moment of awkward silence passed. You looked over at Echo, he was looking up at the sky. His profile was beautiful. Echo felt your eyes on him and he looked over at you. Your heartbeat quicker at the soft look on his face. “I’m glad you were out here, I wanted to apologize for earlier. I, well, I was a bit nervous, and tongue tied.” Echo explained with a nervous chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s alright, Echo” You said sweetly, making Echo fall in love with you even more. “I love you” Echo confessed. His eyes widened when he realized what he’d confessed. “Do you?” You asked softly. “I do” He said surely. You smiled brightly. “I love you too” You said, holding out your hand for him to take. Echo held your hand and you both spent the rest of the night stargazing and talking. Echo felt hopeful for the future as he sat next to you, and his little Domino played with the Moon-yos.
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Rather Be Hurt Than Be Okay
Plot: Echo gives you an item and you blurt out your feelings for him.
Warnings: some swearing
Word Count: 1063
Author’s Note: This is for @manofworm, for @cloneficgiftexchange’s April 2024 Bad Batch exchange! Thank you for hosting, @ghostofskywalker! I had fun exploring what this prompt could be, and I really hope you like it!
Prompt: “I’d rather be hurt and be with you than be okay without you” || “This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise”: GN!Reader
Having travelled with the boys for a while, you were pretty familiar with each one’s particular mannerisms. Hunter got quiet when in thought, whereas Tech continued to talk out a problem most of the time. Wrecker was a gentle man who would do everything he could until he decided to step in and protect his family with his strength. Omega was curious, intuitive, and determined, always searching for ways to help. From what you remember about Crosshair, he was silent and observant like a cat until he pounced.
And then, there was Echo.
Echo… you could talk about him for hours. His determination to find justice. His desire to do the right thing. How he wanted to pay forward the kindness shown to him.
You had seen him trying to hide his phantom pains and his nightmares, and it took him a long time to warm up to letting you help. The strength inside him also doubled as his stubbornness, but you were determined. And he had finally let you in.
That was where the problem began.
You fell for him – hard.
His tendency to be vulnerable with you, to be near you and gently nudge you in the direction you needed if you got stuck, or to balance you out when something was bothering you.
But you weren’t going to tell him that. You felt he didn’t need that added stress, so you began to pull back a bit. And he either didn’t notice, or he let you do your thing. You weren’t certain which one was better in this case.
Now, something else going on. It bothered you.
The Marauder had just landed on Ord Mantell and were accepting a new mission.
But, you had noticed that despite your little bit of space between you and Echo, Echo had been acting a bit… off all day. It wasn’t like he was avoiding you, he was just not spending as much time talking or working around you as he usually did, withholding a bit of himself. It was very unusual. So obviously, something was on his mind.
You vowed to find out what it was.
After the briefing, you planned to talk to him, but he found you first and pulled you aside to a back corner of Cid’s bar. You felt both a thrill at being alone with him in the darker area, and nervousness at what he was up to. You both sat down, and you silently admire his facial features in the dim blue light from the bar.
“Echo, what’s going on?” you asked softly, glancing around to see if anyone else was watching you. No one was.
“I have something for you,” he said quietly, and curiosity bloomed in your chest. Echo held out a small cylindrical item that would fit in the palm of your hand, but you didn’t take it.
“This is a commlink, Echo,” you say quietly, raising an eyebrow.
“This isn’t just a commlink, it’s a promise. I’ll see you again.” Echo tried to hand you the device again, but you moved away slightly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We’re heading out shortly.”
A scoff leaves your mouth. “And I’m supposed to be coming with you.”
He shook his head. “Not this time.”
Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach soured, causing your brow to furrow and your lips to purse. You moved to stand up. “You’re leaving me behind?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Echo’s hand set the commlink on the table, then touched your forearm. You stopped just enough to listen. “You will only end up getting hurt if you come with us.”
“That’s bullshit! I’d rather be hurt and be with you than be okay without you! Don’t you understand that by now?!” you yelled, then clapped a hand over your mouth.
“What do you mean by that?” he whispered, his eyes widening in surprise, but his grip tightening a bit.
“I….” you trailed off, then sighed and looked away, sitting down again. He let go of your arm, then moved his hand to your face. His forefinger curled under your chin and he placed his thumb under your lip, gently guiding your face to look at him again. Your heart began to race, warmth flooding your cheeks at his touch. His gloves were a bit rough, but his touch was so gentle.
“Please tell me,” he said, his voice quiet. His eyes scanned your face, eyebrows upturning. Was it concern? Was it hope?
“What is it you hope to hear?” you whispered.
“What is it you want to say?” he whispered back.
Your breath hitched, gaze flickering to his lips. A small smile grew as you watched and your gaze went back to his eyes. His touch on your chin didn’t falter and relief flooded your body.
“You want this as much as I do,” you say softly, a smile growing on your lips, too.
“I do. And it would kill me if you got hurt coming along with us.”
“And it would kill me to not be with you. I want to be with you, Echo. I didn’t stay behind when the squad went AWOL by leaving Kamino, I will not stay behind now.”
His lips parted, and then he smiled again. “I want to be with you, too.”
“Then don’t ask me to leave you.”
Your fingers slipped into the gaps between his armor pieces and you pulled him closer. His eyes widened slightly, then relaxed to match the sly look in his smile. Your left hand gently touched his prosthetic arm, then you slid your fingers down to his scomplink. His breath hitched as you gently brought his arm around the middle of your back.
“I’m staying, Echo. For better or worse.”
He chuckled. “I’ve heard that phrase before.”
You grin. “It’s a little early to get to that level, but I wouldn’t mind it with you.”
He breathed in sharply. “Really?”
“Really.”
He grinned back and leaned forward a little. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while, now. May I?”
You leaned in, too. “I would love that.”
As your lips met and your eyes closed, you hear a whoop from across the room. Whomever it was could wait. You had been waiting on this for too long. And it seemed like Echo agreed as his lips moved softly over yours.
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!!!! Thank you so much to both of you! And that purple thing.... I think it was a bug at some point.
#Fandomfriday the second!!
Here's such a sweet, sweet story of Hawks by @rinwritesfics and his idea of a vacation substitute...
You'll have to smile when you read... Though I still wonder was that purple thing was...
Listen, we all know I love a good mechanic reader, especially one that keeps the boys in line. And I adore Hawk's description and his tattoos are such a neat detail! Also, HE'S SO SWEET AND CUTE IN THIS! You are absolutely right, I did break out into a huge grin haha. Thanks for sending this one in, Caro!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
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Jennifer Corbett, if I don't get Echo today for my birthday, I will be in your walls.
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It's the facial hair, isn't it? 😏
Reece. I have named him Reece. I love him and I need someone to write about him.😫. I’m not a writer and Definitely not an artist. That’s why I need someone to write him/Reece. I hate that I couldn’t find a better pic of him but y’all know who he is😉
I’m in lust I mean love with him❤️
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❤️🖤We are going on a date with a clone! I’m going to describe the date and tell me who you think it would be with.🖤❤️
🌺🌸Botanical Gardens🌼: Rich greens interspersed with bright pops of color and scent, the scent of earth and flowers, and growing things. Walking paths together, exploring the variety. You the flowers, he the creatures among the foliage.
Special thanks to @moonlightwarriorqueen for the inspiration jump start this week!
🖤❤️Love & Wrecker Hugs❤️🖤
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Disclaimer because I think some people will feel it is about them. This is not about a single blog, not even about a single platform. All blurred user names are made up and all color schemes are arbitrary. I am convinced that most posts like these are not meant in a harmful way, often even meant well, but their effect can be devastating anyway.
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#tbb echo#oh I want to hug him#he is always enough#yes I'm curious about style choices by the animators#however I wouldn't change this man for anything
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Commander Wolffe
"The Separatists have no regard for innocent life. They don't care who walks away from war and who doesn't. That's why we move on them now, Commander……and Wolfpack leads the hunt”
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Why does this scratch that neurodivergent itch in my brain?
I've shot, kicked, and punched many droids in my time, but there is something especially satisfying about stabbing one, right @tbbs-best-hair?
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*insert velociraptor screeching as my laughter here*
Vacation
Plot: Your leave was cancelled, so Hawk improvises.
Warnings: suggestive material at the end
Word Count: 1717
Author’s Note: Thanks to the Discord for the help with this, both with Hawk’s concept appearance (@fakegingerr and @diviluscorner) and for divilu for the character – this one has been a long time coming.
“Hawk!” you yelled from under the ship. “What did you do to my baby?”
“Your baby? It’s my ship!” he laughed.
“Not if you’re not taking care of her!”
He scooted under with you. “What did you find?”
“The reason the landing gear jammed.” You held up your gloved hands and played with the substance between your fingers, a disgusted look on your face. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s sticky, gritty, and all kinds of nasty.”
Hawk scrunched up his nose. “Gross.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me. It doesn’t smell like gear grease, so it had to come from the last mission.”
“What does it smell like?”
You held your fingers over to him and he sniffed, then his whole face contorted at the rancid smell. “Oh, is that where that smell is coming from? I thought something crawled in and died in this hangar bay.”
“Precisely why I don’t favor the idea of finding out what this is. I just want it gone.” You pulled your hand back and wiped it on a towel. He gave the towel a disgusted look and you laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s the most threadbare towel I have. I’ll burn it and space the ashes once I’m done.”
Hawk laughed and you smiled as you watched him. You had it for him. You had it pretty good. Or pretty bad, it was hard to tell anymore. It probably started because he was the one you spent the most time with aside from the other mechanics. It may have even been because he actually cared about the tactics you used on his LAAT/i when you worked on it. It wasn’t all that often you worked on a ship the pilot would actually stay around to see fixed up. He’d started off teasing you, but then started wanting to learn over time.
“Y/N? You okay?” Hawk asked, breaking into your thoughts.
You turned away and blinked. “Yeah, sorry. I’m just a little tired. Guess I’m lucky I’ll get some time off soon with the leave.”
His face fell a little. “Yeah. I’m glad you get to go on that vacation you were talking about. But what will we do without you?”
You laughed. “Hopefully not get into too much trouble! Otherwise the other mechanics will make sure I never hear the end of it! ‘Oh, yeah, they broke this and this while you were gone and then I had to clean it.’”
He chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”
“Your best to stay out of trouble, or do your best to get into trouble?”
“Maybe a little bit of both, gotta keep life interesting for you.”
You turned back to the gooey purple stuff on the landing gear. “Oh, don’t worry. You always do. Hey, if you’re sticking around, mind grabbing me the dental pick from my tool kit? There’s a couple spots I’ll need to reach into that my fingers can’t.”
“Will you burn that, too, after cleaning?”
You laughed again. “Only to sterilize it!”
He crawled out of his spot and you watched the back of his head as he did. His maroon wing tattoos mirrored each other from the base of his skull and wrapped up to his temples. There was a pair of darker Jaig eyes hidden at the start of each wing, one eye on each. The tattoos were darkened still by the shadow of the close shave he had. You didn’t know the origin of the eyes, but they matched Captain Rex’s so there had to be a connection there and in regards to his piloting.
He then crawled back under with the tool which you grabbed from him, your hands just brushing each other. He looked like he was about to say something else, but a couple troopers called his name.
“Go on, I’ve got it.” You smiled, then turned back to the mess. “Go have some down time.”
He did a look between the door and you, then gave you an apologetic look before leaving.
. . .
“I’m sorry, what do you mean permission was retracted?”
“Exactly what it says. You’re needed here.”
“But this shore leave was guaranteed to me.”
The head mechanic gave you a sympathetic look and put his hand on your shoulder. “I wish there was more I could do. I’m sorry.”
You turned away numbly. Three months. You had been guaranteed this time off just like the others on your civilian team. You had planned everything with your friends back home three months in advance. Now it was all gone.
You meandered to the mess hall and numbly grabbed a tray before plopping down at an empty table. Your shift was over, Hawk’s landing gear was clean and functional, and now you had nothing to distract you.
Time passed, or maybe it didn’t because of how tired you were, so when Hawk showed up, you didn’t know how long you had been sitting, prodding at your food as if expecting it to stand up and do a dance.
“Hey-oh, what happened? Is the gear done for?” Hawk immediately sat beside you.
“Oh, no, your gear’s just like new.” You turned back to your full tray and Hawk pushed his away slightly to turn his full attention – and body – to you.
“Food worse than usual? Something hurt? What is it?”
“I’m staying here, Hawk. I’ve been denied my vacation. Too many campaigns need my expertise. Guess you’ll be seeing more of me than you thought.”
His mouth dropped open. “Hey, no, that’s not what I -”
“I know.” You gave him a half-smile to try to reassure him. “It’s not your fault.”
“Even though it’s not my fault, I’m still sorry to hear you won’t get that rest you need. That you won’t get to go exploring and spend time in the sun.”
“Thanks,” you said quietly, then pushed your tray away and rested your chin on your arms. “Oh, by the way, I found the source of that goo. It was organic, not mechanic.”
“What was it?”
“Trust me when I say you don’t want to know.” You sighed, then grabbed your tray and stood up, looking at it guiltily.
His voice was soft when he spoke. “Hey, I’ll take care of it. It’s okay.”
You gave him a small smile, a real one, then set the tray down and walked away. Even if you weren’t going on vacation, you were at least going to try to get some rest.
. . .
A few hours later, a knock came at the door of your quarters, rousing you from your sleep.
“Hey,” said Hawk. He stood before you in only the lower half of his kit, rubbing the back of his neck and looked like his mind was elsewhere. He looked really, really cute.
You blinked. Clearly you were delirious. “Hi.”
“I don’t mean to bother you, but -”
“What did you break?”
His eyes widened and he lifted his hands. “Nothing, I swear! I just wanted to show you something.”
You chuckled softly. “Okay, what did your brothers break?”
“Still nothing. I checked.”
Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean you checked?”
“It’s… easier to explain if I show you.”
. . .
“Hawk, where are we going? This isn’t the way to the hangar bay.”
“I know. Just trust me. Trust me like I trust you.”
You blushed. “Okay.”
After another minute, he let go of your hand in front of a door. “Trust me?”
You nodded and he placed his hands over your eyes. You heard the door open and he guided you in. When you heard the door close, you could feel his arms move away from you. “Open your eyes.”
When you did, you were stunned. The room was lit in warm light only by four lamps on the floor set to medium and a blanket canopy hung in the middle of the room. Under the canopy were a few pillows piled up and another blanket. A mess room tray had snacks on it, and a datapad sat next to it.
“Hawk, did you do all this?” you asked in a hushed tone. He had even gotten you the good snacks!
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I had a little help. I know it’s not the vacation you wanted, but -”
You threw your arms around his neck. “Thank you! This is so sweet!”
He hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist, and you pulled back quickly.
“I’m sorry, that was very inappropriate of me to do.”
“Wait, no, I uh… I liked it.”
You looked back up at him.
“Can I… can I admit something? You don’t have to reciprocate, I promise.” He paused a moment to confirm he still had your attention. Worry creased his brow and the low light in the room exacerbated the lines. “I like you. More than… more than a friend.”
“You’re not kidding, are you?” you asked softly, excitement starting to bubble in your chest.
“No, I’m serious.”
You hugged him again. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while, now.”
“Oh, thank the Maker.” He hugged you back.
After a moment, you pulled away. “Do you have anywhere to be soon?”
He shook his head. “Not unless something comes up. Why?”
You bit your lower lip. “Would you like to join me on my ‘vacation’?”
His eyes brightened. “I’d really like that.”
“Come on, then, help me pick a holovid. Maybe we can share my snacks.” You winked.
He picked you up and spun you around before settling you on the ground again, laughing at your squeal. “I’d really like to kiss you right now,” he said quietly.
“Me, too,” you whispered back and leaned to catch his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and sweet until he picked you up and carried you to lay amongst the pillows. You broke the kiss to giggle.
“What?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing. Just that hawks mate for life and you just laid me down in a mess of pillows that suspiciously could also be considered a nest.”
He laughed, then said softly, “I wouldn’t mind mating for life with you if I was a bird.”
“Me, too, Hawk.” You kissed him again in your nest of pillows, leaving the datapad completely forgotten.
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The goo, huh? Well, it was probably a large bug that got stuck a while back. Probably.
Vacation
Plot: Your leave was cancelled, so Hawk improvises.
Warnings: suggestive material at the end
Word Count: 1717
Author’s Note: Thanks to the Discord for the help with this, both with Hawk’s concept appearance (@fakegingerr and @diviluscorner) and for divilu for the character – this one has been a long time coming.
“Hawk!” you yelled from under the ship. “What did you do to my baby?”
“Your baby? It’s my ship!” he laughed.
“Not if you’re not taking care of her!”
He scooted under with you. “What did you find?”
“The reason the landing gear jammed.” You held up your gloved hands and played with the substance between your fingers, a disgusted look on your face. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s sticky, gritty, and all kinds of nasty.”
Hawk scrunched up his nose. “Gross.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me. It doesn’t smell like gear grease, so it had to come from the last mission.”
“What does it smell like?”
You held your fingers over to him and he sniffed, then his whole face contorted at the rancid smell. “Oh, is that where that smell is coming from? I thought something crawled in and died in this hangar bay.”
“Precisely why I don’t favor the idea of finding out what this is. I just want it gone.” You pulled your hand back and wiped it on a towel. He gave the towel a disgusted look and you laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s the most threadbare towel I have. I’ll burn it and space the ashes once I’m done.”
Hawk laughed and you smiled as you watched him. You had it for him. You had it pretty good. Or pretty bad, it was hard to tell anymore. It probably started because he was the one you spent the most time with aside from the other mechanics. It may have even been because he actually cared about the tactics you used on his LAAT/i when you worked on it. It wasn’t all that often you worked on a ship the pilot would actually stay around to see fixed up. He’d started off teasing you, but then started wanting to learn over time.
“Y/N? You okay?” Hawk asked, breaking into your thoughts.
You turned away and blinked. “Yeah, sorry. I’m just a little tired. Guess I’m lucky I’ll get some time off soon with the leave.”
His face fell a little. “Yeah. I’m glad you get to go on that vacation you were talking about. But what will we do without you?”
You laughed. “Hopefully not get into too much trouble! Otherwise the other mechanics will make sure I never hear the end of it! ‘Oh, yeah, they broke this and this while you were gone and then I had to clean it.’”
He chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”
“Your best to stay out of trouble, or do your best to get into trouble?”
“Maybe a little bit of both, gotta keep life interesting for you.”
You turned back to the gooey purple stuff on the landing gear. “Oh, don’t worry. You always do. Hey, if you’re sticking around, mind grabbing me the dental pick from my tool kit? There’s a couple spots I’ll need to reach into that my fingers can’t.”
“Will you burn that, too, after cleaning?”
You laughed again. “Only to sterilize it!”
He crawled out of his spot and you watched the back of his head as he did. His maroon wing tattoos mirrored each other from the base of his skull and wrapped up to his temples. There was a pair of darker Jaig eyes hidden at the start of each wing, one eye on each. The tattoos were darkened still by the shadow of the close shave he had. You didn’t know the origin of the eyes, but they matched Captain Rex’s so there had to be a connection there and in regards to his piloting.
He then crawled back under with the tool which you grabbed from him, your hands just brushing each other. He looked like he was about to say something else, but a couple troopers called his name.
“Go on, I’ve got it.” You smiled, then turned back to the mess. “Go have some down time.”
He did a look between the door and you, then gave you an apologetic look before leaving.
. . .
“I’m sorry, what do you mean permission was retracted?”
“Exactly what it says. You’re needed here.”
“But this shore leave was guaranteed to me.”
The head mechanic gave you a sympathetic look and put his hand on your shoulder. “I wish there was more I could do. I’m sorry.”
You turned away numbly. Three months. You had been guaranteed this time off just like the others on your civilian team. You had planned everything with your friends back home three months in advance. Now it was all gone.
You meandered to the mess hall and numbly grabbed a tray before plopping down at an empty table. Your shift was over, Hawk’s landing gear was clean and functional, and now you had nothing to distract you.
Time passed, or maybe it didn’t because of how tired you were, so when Hawk showed up, you didn’t know how long you had been sitting, prodding at your food as if expecting it to stand up and do a dance.
“Hey-oh, what happened? Is the gear done for?” Hawk immediately sat beside you.
“Oh, no, your gear’s just like new.” You turned back to your full tray and Hawk pushed his away slightly to turn his full attention – and body – to you.
“Food worse than usual? Something hurt? What is it?”
“I’m staying here, Hawk. I’ve been denied my vacation. Too many campaigns need my expertise. Guess you’ll be seeing more of me than you thought.”
His mouth dropped open. “Hey, no, that’s not what I -”
“I know.” You gave him a half-smile to try to reassure him. “It’s not your fault.”
“Even though it’s not my fault, I’m still sorry to hear you won’t get that rest you need. That you won’t get to go exploring and spend time in the sun.”
“Thanks,” you said quietly, then pushed your tray away and rested your chin on your arms. “Oh, by the way, I found the source of that goo. It was organic, not mechanic.”
“What was it?”
“Trust me when I say you don’t want to know.” You sighed, then grabbed your tray and stood up, looking at it guiltily.
His voice was soft when he spoke. “Hey, I’ll take care of it. It’s okay.”
You gave him a small smile, a real one, then set the tray down and walked away. Even if you weren’t going on vacation, you were at least going to try to get some rest.
. . .
A few hours later, a knock came at the door of your quarters, rousing you from your sleep.
“Hey,” said Hawk. He stood before you in only the lower half of his kit, rubbing the back of his neck and looked like his mind was elsewhere. He looked really, really cute.
You blinked. Clearly you were delirious. “Hi.”
“I don’t mean to bother you, but -”
“What did you break?”
His eyes widened and he lifted his hands. “Nothing, I swear! I just wanted to show you something.”
You chuckled softly. “Okay, what did your brothers break?”
“Still nothing. I checked.”
Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean you checked?”
“It’s… easier to explain if I show you.”
. . .
“Hawk, where are we going? This isn’t the way to the hangar bay.”
“I know. Just trust me. Trust me like I trust you.”
You blushed. “Okay.”
After another minute, he let go of your hand in front of a door. “Trust me?”
You nodded and he placed his hands over your eyes. You heard the door open and he guided you in. When you heard the door close, you could feel his arms move away from you. “Open your eyes.”
When you did, you were stunned. The room was lit in warm light only by four lamps on the floor set to medium and a blanket canopy hung in the middle of the room. Under the canopy were a few pillows piled up and another blanket. A mess room tray had snacks on it, and a datapad sat next to it.
“Hawk, did you do all this?” you asked in a hushed tone. He had even gotten you the good snacks!
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I had a little help. I know it’s not the vacation you wanted, but -”
You threw your arms around his neck. “Thank you! This is so sweet!”
He hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist, and you pulled back quickly.
“I’m sorry, that was very inappropriate of me to do.”
“Wait, no, I uh… I liked it.”
You looked back up at him.
“Can I… can I admit something? You don’t have to reciprocate, I promise.” He paused a moment to confirm he still had your attention. Worry creased his brow and the low light in the room exacerbated the lines. “I like you. More than… more than a friend.”
“You’re not kidding, are you?” you asked softly, excitement starting to bubble in your chest.
“No, I’m serious.”
You hugged him again. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while, now.”
“Oh, thank the Maker.” He hugged you back.
After a moment, you pulled away. “Do you have anywhere to be soon?”
He shook his head. “Not unless something comes up. Why?”
You bit your lower lip. “Would you like to join me on my ‘vacation’?”
His eyes brightened. “I’d really like that.”
“Come on, then, help me pick a holovid. Maybe we can share my snacks.” You winked.
He picked you up and spun you around before settling you on the ground again, laughing at your squeal. “I’d really like to kiss you right now,” he said quietly.
“Me, too,” you whispered back and leaned to catch his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and sweet until he picked you up and carried you to lay amongst the pillows. You broke the kiss to giggle.
“What?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing. Just that hawks mate for life and you just laid me down in a mess of pillows that suspiciously could also be considered a nest.”
He laughed, then said softly, “I wouldn’t mind mating for life with you if I was a bird.”
“Me, too, Hawk.” You kissed him again in your nest of pillows, leaving the datapad completely forgotten.
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