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the-silentium · 3 years

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Featuring a Dimwit

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Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader, Hunter x Reader, Crosshair x Reader

Words: 3236 words

Warnings: Mmmh. None.

A/N: This series begins after the saga ��After the Nightmares”. If you’re new, you might want to start with Good Night, Good Luck if you want to understand what’s going on.

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It had been going on for a bit less than a month. The back and forth of pranks between each and every male member of the Bad Batch, passing from moving around one's equipment up to tripping others or painting insults on an inattentive brother's backplate.

No one ever admitted they did the prank and you often took the blame despite never participating when you couldn't contain your laughter and no one was able to back you up on your whereabouts of the day. It wasn't a bother to be the scapegoat for whoever really pulled the pranks- your best bet was on Wrecker, although some tricks had more of a Tech vibe, like the time Crosshair's modulator had such a high pitched tone that the civilians mistook him for a female- the pranks were overall pretty entertaining. When they weren't targeted at you, that is.

You could have murdered the one who put Knytixes under your bedsheets. Thank the gods, you avoided jumping right onto the 6 crawling insects due to the light illuminating the barracks since you were the first one who headed to bed, although it didn't stop your hand from squashing one under your palm in inadvertence. The nearly empty room filled with clones in record time as your surprised scream resonated through the closed door and bounced between the ship's walls. Since no one took its responsibilities, you threatened everyone's masculinity and claimed a spot in Hunter's cot while Tech used jars to take away the remaining insects that Back-Up hadn't had time to eat.

The intensity of the pranks dropped in the following days and none were meant for you, leading you to believe that the Batcher who hid the disgusting critters in your bed understood that he went too far or was too scared for his balls.

Hunter was resting after a tiring morning of paperwork, Tech was fumbling on his datapad with this concentrated gaze that only he could have while reading endless oceans of information on whatever was his interest at the moment, Back-Up was lounging on his shoulder to absorb the warmth radiating from his blacks and Wrecker cheered you up as you competed against Crosshair on who could reach the top of the tree the fastest.

"This needs to stop!" Hunter had barged out of the Marauder in a yell, quickly breaking your concentration 10 meters above the ground and only 2 away from your objective.

The quick glance you allowed yourself to throw his way was a bad choice. The shock of seeing the right side of his face blackened out to mirror the tattoo on his left side caused you to grab the wrong tree limb, a smaller one that couldn't possibly sustain your weight and would have sent you flying down if only your right hand wasn't firmly wrapped around a thicker branch.

Crosshair won the competition and you were dangling in the air by one hand, huffing in defeat. You knew he'd wear a victorious smirk for the remaining hours of the day, you had annoyed him so much about being a better climber in the hope to have a short playful time with him. It was frustrating to know that you were winning right before Hunter came in the picture and broke your focus.

You may be a better climber, but Crosshair definitely was better at staying focussed on his task and ignoring each and every distraction.

"Oh that's a good one!" Wrecker's laugh sent him knocking against the tree, the resulting vibrations threatening the reliability of your grip. If only you were wearing your fingerless gloves, the bark of the tree wouldn't bite your skin as much and you wouldn't be tempted to let go. "Don't know who thought of that but this is the best idea of the month!"

"It wasn't me." Tech immediately added to dissipate any suspicions, not even bothering to look up from his datapad while doing so.

"Not me either!" You shouted while reaching for the branch with your opposite hand and pulled yourself up to sit and give a break to the sensitive skin of your palms. "And I was with Cross the whole day." A grunt of approval resonated behind you, even though it was completely unnecessary and clearly didn't reach Hunter. Or maybe it did.

The sniper took a seat next to you, one hand keeping his balance with a branch in its grip while the other kept you close by your waist.

Once again, no one took its blame. You wondered if you should laugh about it or not. The guys- because it really never participated in these shenanigans and you were certain it wasn't Back-Up either- always managed to never leave clues and never get caught in the act and you were deeply admiring their skills. They weren't top commandos for nothing!

"No. More." Was Hunter pissed? No. He was fuming. "Or next time we're on base I'll register everyone for a thorough medical exam."

Oh the ultimate punishment was out. The prank war ultimately reached its end on a fine sunny afternoon as there was no way it could compete against a complete medical exam, the displeasure that came with the variety of tests surpassed by far the good laugh of pranking someone, and thus, you knew no trooper in this team would dare pull another trick.

"C'mon Sarge. Not that."Wrecker was the first to complain about the consequences, quickly followed by Tech who stated that all your physical health were optimum.

"Yes that, and I don't care if we're all at our top. The smallest of trick on anyone of this team will get all your asses in the medbay." He finished in a do not test me tone and returned inside the ship to scrub the ink off his face.

The muscles pressed against your side were now rock hard, same as the grip slowly tightening around your waist.

"Don't worry." A peck on his cheek was enough to take his mind off the needles and noisy machines. "No one will dare pull one if that's where it'll get us." The creases between his scrunched eyebrows relaxed with a small nod, knowing just like you that his brothers would not play with that fire.

You would all be fine.

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"I'll kill the one who pulled this one." You fumed in the examination room, knee bouncing under your hand as you waited for the doctor to come back and dismiss you.

The wait allowed you to think of a plan to finally know who was pulling those jokes and make them regret it. Multiple ideas grew in your mind, one for each member. The planning got interrupted momentarily by the clone who entered your room to inform you that you were in perfect health. Your tests were flawless just like your bloodwork and he couldn't see why your CO requested such a rigorous examination.

"Someone pissed in his cereal." You jumped off the table and shrugged at the bewildered look on the man's face before taking off in the direction of the hangar.

It wasn't nearly as drastic as someone peeing in a bowl, but it certainly was just as insulting.

That last one was personal to the team and you couldn't get how a member of the Batch could do this. It just didn't make sense. Them who constantly fought against the snide remarks, disdainful gazes and harsh behavior, could not possibly have degraded themselves like that.

You quickly boarded the ship after successfully ignoring all the regs watching you speed walking to your destination. Hunter was there with the rest of the boys, watching the insignia over the door like the name of the culprit was written somewhere in it.

You pushed the button to close the railing and keep this event private, before joining the silent half-circle of irritated men glaring at the paint tainting the wall and every so often glaring at the others in the room like they were the ones who did it. Well, one of them did. No one wanted to admit it.

Clone Force 69 was painted in thick black letters right over the door for everyone inside to see. At least, the rest of the base didn't know.

Who the hell would write that? That's what you expected from the regs, not from your own team.

"Hope y'all appreciated the trip in the sterile field." The grumble on your right opened the door for a concert of groans. "Now the person who did this better say it now."

"But I told you it couldn't be any of us!" Arms open wide at his sides, Tech repeated exactly what he did before Hunter contacted the medbay to order four medical exams. "We all went to bed at the same time and all exited the barracks together. No one got up during the night!"

You could testify for yourself and Hunter for that. Really, it was unfair that you had to endure the exam, but then it would have been unfair for the other Batchers. At least this time you weren't a suspect.

"Apparently someone did because it did not write itself."

"Even the calligraphy doesn't match anyone's!" He pointed out and proceeded to tell how the curves and spacing didn’t correspond to either himself, Wrecker, or Crosshair.

You perked up at the new information. The calligraphy. It did not match any of the Batcher? But it was so familiar. How could you know these harsh cursive letters if it wasn't the clones'? You never saw anyone else's writing as they all used datapads around here.

Clone Force 69. Why- it sounded familiar too. Something at the back of your mind bugged you. You knew that. 69. You used to laugh at these references all the time with him. Somehow, when you read it, it was his voice that rang out in your head.

"Guys." The word nearly didn't pass your mouth as the usual tightness in your throat manifested itself like every time you thought about him. "That's Kayden's style. It's his writing too."

"Took you all long enough! Miss me motherfuckers?" The sight of the very same blue-eyed brunette who disappeared into your arms more than a year and a half ago, magically appearing out of thin air in the center of the room, arms open wide at his side like he was a big surprise froze every thought in your brain.

Your breathing slowed down while your heart rate perked up, the thudding resonating all the way up your brain to rhythmically ram against the bone and raise the pressure in there.

"Kayden?" Wrecker stood at the appearance of the newcomer, or ghost, or whatever he was.

"What did you expect? Ya can't get rid of me that easily." He winked, not even meeting your gaze yet.

"Wh-You guys seeing him too?!" They all nodded in silence, too stunned to manage anything more. Hunter's hand on your thigh that you hadn't noticed until now tightened at your inquiry.

He looked the same. Same Forsian clothes, same tousled hair with his persistent cowlick at the front, same sparkling energy, although your expert eyes saw through the facade as easily as ever and found some uneasiness. "How- your soul got- you died."

It took you a month to overcome your denial and finally be able to say that he died and was not simply missing. He didn't just disappear, his soul disappeared. His soul got eaten by a pesky little brat. He had died back there, nearly half an hour before dawn. He died in your arms that night and every following night for three weeks and he couldn't be here. As much as you wanted him to be, he couldn't.

"Yeah. I'd like to think that it was because whoever was assigned to me on the other side couldn't stand me, but I truly think it's because of your sad ass crying over our crest with the Core around." He shrugged when his eyes finally met yours. "And by the way, you're ugly as fuck when you cry." His diversion to hide his discomfort failed miserably. You saw him gulp as he took in the water filling your eyes.

"I mourned you, you asshole!" The hand on your thigh wasn't enough to keep you in place. Getting up without a problem, you moved to your once closest friend and the one you considered your brother and punched his shoulder with all your might. You were pissed, but not enough to aim for his face.

The lack of any concrete object colliding with your knuckles sent you tumbling through his body. It gave you a chill like you'd passed your hand through a mound of snow. The coldness vanished as soon as you completely exited his apparition, leaving goosebumps as the only proof of the momentaneous change of temperature.

"Neat trick eh? Took me months to master it!" He beamed, truly enthusiastic about his new ability. His smile wavered once he took in your fury. "Okay, okay. Hit me again, I won't do it." He presented his cheek.

You weren't falling for it again. Your ego was bruised, your feelings were crushed, your whole being was screaming in a mix of anger and relief.

"Fuck you." He recoiled at your glare. "You were here the whole time, watching me cry over your fuck ass self and didn't say shit." This time, when your fingers poked his chest, they made contact and you noticed how warm he felt compared to the cold from mere moments ago when you passed through him.

"I wasn't here the whole time." He shook his head to defend himself. "I woke up one day, I think it was a month after it all, and no one could see or hear me. Took me months to build up my strength to be able to move one of the toothpicks that are everywhere in this ship."

A growl could be heard from behind Kayden who immediately changed something in himself so the toothpick thrown at him passed right through and bounced on your shirt. A click of his tongue and Crosshair was gone, preferring the comfort of his bed after a long visit to the medbay to listening to what the brunette had to say.

"Wait! So all the pranks, it was you?" Wrecker approached the Forsian, an impressed glint in his eyes. He reached for Kayden's shoulder, surely to try out the feeling of touching a ghost that can actually dematerialize himself. Unfortunately for him, Kayden was now flesh and bones… or whatever he was.

"Needed to come back with style, my friend." He smirked and turned to admire his art tagging the wall. "That's a better team name, ain't it?"

You used the fact that he was now a solid version of himself to slap the back of his head. It was with a small bit of pleasure that you noted that it felt the same. Even the yelp was exactly as you remembered.

"You karking sent us to the medbay." Crosshair shot from the room clearly still pissed from his little trip. You felt compelled to go snuggle with him, even more because you had assured him that he wouldn't have to undergo a medical appointment.

Your frustration towards your brother came back full force. Not only could he have shown himself weeks ago when the first prank started, but he dropped so much shit on all of you, from the long-lasting ink on Hunter's face, to Tech's burned hand when his live wires had been moved without him noticing, to the forced medical trip and let's not forget the bugs in your bed.

It was a good thing that the sniper wasn't in the room as he would have been mad seeing Kayden trying to keep the smile off his face and failing miserably. "I didn't send you there. He did." He pointed at the Sergeant with a smug grin. "I was just being a nice little ghost."

"Nice? You call yourself nice?" You couldn't take more of his bullshit. If you stayed in the room another second, you'd lash out and it wouldn't be pretty. All the nasty words floating in your mind would hurt more than you really intended and you couldn't have that. Not when you could still hear the repressed sobs racking his body in your head.

You walked away, tears gathering in your eyes, but you didn't care. Crosshair would hold you again and it'd be fine again. "Fucking Dimwit."

"Thank you." He called with such seriousness that you stopped in your tracks. "For bringing me back."

At that moment, water ran down your cheek and there was nothing you could do about it. You wanted to hold him tightly in your arms and pray that he wouldn't fade away this time. But you were scared. Scared he'd do just that. Fade away and leave you once again to try and piece yourself back again, with more missing pieces than you already have.

You were lucky though. Clone force 99 was good at creating stuff with limited resources to accomplish impossible tasks. With their skills, time, patience, and different level of care, they filled some holes. However, some were still painfully empty and were too intricate to replace.

"Don't thank me." You sighed, shoulder slumped, hand hovering over the button to open the door to the barracks.

He frowned. "You can't really be mad at me."

No, you couldn't. Not when he was back. And even less when he died for you in the first place.

You shook your head, still watching the marks engraved in the door. "I'm not."

"Then wh-" "Him." You cut Kayden off to point at Tech whose eyes were as wide as saucers and his body inching closer and closer to get a better look at him.

"Stay away." Kayden jumped to the side, avoiding the engineer’s curious fingers as well as his scanner that somehow found its way into his possession.

Still, the clone didn't give up and followed the Forsian wherever he backed-up. "But you can pass through things!" His first try at passing through Kayden was unsuccessful as he met flesh, just like Wrecker.

"No. I'm not going to be penetrated by your fingers for science. It still feels weird."

Tech, however, was quick to find a way to get what he wanted. A fist flew to Kayden's face, not too quick to let him time to see it coming, but with enough force to promise a black-eye if he didn't dodge it. If only there had been a wall behind him to stop him from jumping back and avoid the knuckles.

"But do you get how useful this could be during a mission!" Tech tried again, but Kayden was prepared.

"Yeah and ghosts can go poof!" He mimed explosions with his hands and disappeared into thin air just as Tech's fist was to make contact. Instead of hitting Kayden, his fist collided with the wall of the Marauder.

You entered the barracks, Tech's hiss of pain filled the room and caused Crosshair to chuckle in amusement.

"So we have a ghost now? Can we keep him like we kept Back-Up?" Wrecker asked excitedly.

"Great. Just. Great." Hunter grumbled, a hand slowly moving down his face and the door closed behind you.

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alleycat97 · 4 years

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Operation Vescovi (Pt. 2)

Pairing: f!Kayden x MC

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With Kayden on her way to the stables, Giovanna retreated to her room to rest. It would be a miserable few days waiting for Kayden’s return, it always was.

Kayden meet her squad of Frisk, Sunshine, and Teapot at the rendezvous outside of the palace. The 4 guards set out for Lythikos. With a full moon and clear path, they should arrive early the next morning.

“So chief, how is the married life. She hasn’t taken the fight out of you yet has she?” Frisk teased.

“YEAH CHIEF! YOU LOOK RUSTY!” Teapot yelled as he always did.

Kayden rolled her eyes, she missed her fellow goons and their antics, “We aren’t married morons. And even rusty, I could kick both of your asses.”

“She got y’all there!” Sunshine mocked high giving Kayden.

Kayden missed this, missed her friends. She spent so many years with these 3 everyday. They understand each other and where like her siblings. Something she never truly had. But Giovanna came into her life and she consumed every part of it.

She would die for her love and go to the end of the world to protect her, and she was doing just that.

But getting out and away for a brief while did her good. Putting her back in action to protect the said girl was what Kayden signed up for. Yes leaving was always difficult, but it was necessary.

Kayden found comfort again late into the ride, thoughts of what lay ahead and thoughts of Giovanna. She forgot how peaceful it was riding through the country. The cool night air nipping at her nose, the way the air blew threw her hair as she galloped along on her white horse. This is what she missed. The adventure, the excitement.

The sun started to break over the mountains in the East, the crew slowly starting to gain warmth from the rays it put off.

“THERE IT IS CHIEF!” Teapot yelled pointing out Lykos, the capital of Lythikos.

“From here on out we are on high alert.” Announced Kayden. “We will ride to House Nevrakis. To the north, Syndicate members could ambush anywhere along the trail.”

While riding through the city, everyone took note of the atmosphere, no excitement to be seen. Barely a soul in the markets, possibly due to the syndicate.

“Apparently all goods are being targeted, not just to the Noble House...but the city as well.” Kayden noted.

“Why doesn’t The House send it’s forces to abolish the Sydincate. This is Lythikos, home to mighty warriors.” Frisk asked.

“Warriors have to eat just like you and me. No food, no supplies, no army.” Kayden put simply. “These people are wiser than we thought, we have to find them.”

The 4 continued the ride to the Noble House, ambushed carriages lined the path they took. This syndicate has been busy. As the crew approached the manor, they took to the perimeter, taking notes for any activity.

A whinnying horse could be heard in the distance, Kayden called her group to join her as she approached the horse. Upon arrival they found the horse calling out to its mate, an empty supply wagon, and three fresh dead bodies.

“They haven’t gotten far!” Sunshine spoke, “If we hurry we can catch them.”

The 4 broke out in all directions trying to get a fix on the thief’s. As luck would have it Kayden found the trail and she called her guard to rejoin her. But unluckily for her, she found herself surrounded a moment later.

More than a dozen heavily armored masked men surrounded her, blades drawn ready to fight. Kayden recognized the armor, it was similar to the assassin that killed Kendra and then tried Giovanna. Then she saw him stepping to the front. The one who murdered Kendra, the same assassin that conspired with Renza, the one she wounded in a fight but got away.

“Look here boys! The mighty Crown Shield has come to visit!” The man spoke. Earning a rise from the others. “We’ve been hoping you would come.”

Kayden drew her sword. Heavily outnumbered, she dismounted her horse and began circling, before looking to the leader, “Looks like I get to finish what I started.” She spoke, gesturing to the bandage he was wearing.

“You got lucky, but luck won’t save you this time.” He replied.

Shouts from Frisk, Sunshine and Teapot arriving, made the men drop their guard and Kayden took advantage. Slashing and swinging, sometimes taking on 4 men at once. They were excellently trained, very well disciplined. Kayden found it difficult to gain the advantage. Her crew were not having much more luck, they were heavily outnumbered with a better opponent, surviving was the only option until Kayden felt a slash up her back bringing her to her knees, and a crushing blow as the hilt of a sword met her face, knocking her out cold.

Frisk, Teapot, and Sunshine noticed, faltering in shock just enough to succum to the enemy. In a blink of an eye, the 4 royal guards, had been bested.

Kayden was bound and drug off by a few men, the 3 others were placed on their knees watching as their great leader disappeared. The cold steel held firmly against their throats helped them regain their attention.

“I expected much better from the Crown Shield and her famous guard.” The leader teased.

“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER?” Teapot inquired.

“Back with us. She is much too valuable too kill. Unlike you three, we can still use her.”

“Use her for what!? She will never help you scum!” Sunshine protested.

“Come on boss, let us kill them!” One of the members begged.

“Not yet. Now tell me...Which of you three can deliver a message to the Queen?”

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