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skellymom · 1 month

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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.

Bitch doesn’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.

“That’s cause you don’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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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 2 months

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Sorry, Wrong Comms! Masterlist

Season one Bad Batch AU fic; our favorite squadron of rouge Clones escapes the Empire (some more reluctantly than others) post Order 66 and do their best to make their way in a turbulent galaxy. When a medical emergency puts one of their own at risk, they're forced to seek out medical help, and end up forging a friendship in the woman who kindly helps them.

She may be a simple medic, but she's no stranger to the sick and injured of the galaxy, even when things get grisly once more for the Bad Batch...

Please mind the warnings for each chapter as there are things like vague medical terminology, near death(s), mild injury description + care, blood, drugs (both medical and **recreational references), use of restraints, needles (autoinjectors), nausea and non-descriptive mentions of vomit, language and minor adult themes throughout the series.

*RATING: 16+ | STATUS: Complete | POV: 3rd Person | Fem Reader

🩺Chapter 1

🩺Chapter 2

🩺Chapter 3

🩺Chapter 4

🩺Chapter 5

🩺Chapter 6

🩺Chapter 7

🩺Chapter 7.5

🩺Chapter 8

🩺Chapter 9

🩺Chapter 10

🩺Chapter 11

🩺Chapter 12

Started: 5/1/2023 | Finished: 7/24/2023 | Total word count: 82,209

*I am aware chapters will say "Intended audience is 13+"; these were written some time ago and new edits will not always "take" when I have tried to save them.

**This is a one-time occurrence.

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techhasmjolnir · 3 months

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Writings Master List

This will be the place where you can easily find all of my writings. Stories will be listed in the chronological order they were written.

If you like my content, please feel free to drop me some love, and reblog!

**If you would like to be tagged for future writings, please don't hesitate to ask!

The Bad Batch - Trivial Pursuit (Tech x F Reader)

The Bad Batch - Rites of the Covenant (Hunter x F Reader)

The Bad Batch - Dealer's Choice (The Boys x F Reader)

The Bad Batch - Give Me Three, the Gift of One (Crosshair & Tech x F Reader) (WIP)

#star wars #clone force 99 #the bad batch #the bad batch smut #smut #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb hunter #fan fiction #one shots #master list

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apocalyp-tech-a · 2 months

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Finally got Chapter 2 up. Mayday wakes up in an observation room at Mt. Tantiss.

#clone trooper mayday #emerie karr #crosshair the bad batch #star wars #the bad batch #mayday #fan fiction #aelfwynn on ao3 #mayday mayday #mayday lives #tbb season 2 fix it

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badbatchposts · 2 days

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Songs that could theoretically accompany future chapters of Quiet Corners of the Galaxy

In no particular order:

“Bleed Out,” The Mountain Goats

“Moon Song,” Phoebe Bridgers

“I’m Your Man,” Mitski

“Somebody to Anybody,” Margaret Glaspy

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #clone wars fanfiction #sw tbb fanfiction #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch fan fiction #quietcornersofthegalaxy

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greenlyren12 · 2 years

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Respite

Summary: A moment of vulnerability with Crosshair in the Marauder.

Pairing: Crosshair x (gn) reader

Warnings: Injury, needles, angst. Tell me if i missed something!

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This is my first fic ever and english isn't my first langauge so sorry for any mistakes! Feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

GR.

There it was, the anxiety that burned up your insides whenever you saw him. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, if truth be told you sought it out. The way your limbs tensed up, your breath hitched and mind clogged up. Words were hard to find, each syllable flying away from your head. His mere presence made you shake with the need of air. He was the only thing you could focus on, your focal point. The cynical sniper made you feel alive, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

You stood in the back of the Marauder. Trying to collect yourself by busying your scattered mind with the medical supplies in front of you.

The smell isn’t getting any better you thought and let out a silent chuckle.

Your eyebrows relaxed after you realized you were frowning. You tried using the stim-shot placed in your calloused palms as an anchor for your thoughts. This simple task was taking a way bigger toll on you than it should’ve had, if it even should’ve had in the first place, but you couldn’t focus. And how could you? Your sniper was silent, more so than usual.

Crosshair was sitting soundlessly in the cockpit of the ship.

The medicament you were preparing was for him. He had been quiet since they got back from their last mission. Even the perfect soldier he is, he got injured. You later found out his dominant hand got fractured. It wasn’t anything that wouldn’t heal, but he needed a few weeks off the battle field.

You knew the effect it would have on him, his work was what gave his life meaning. His family, his brothers were intertwined in this wretched war. Therefore he couldn’t be among them, couldn’t protect them. Sadly, that’s what the clones we bred for – battle. To give their life for a cause most of them couldn’t even comprehend.

So you knew the reason his abnormal quietness, he felt futile. Crosshair would never admit it but you knew. He felt pointless, useless. You wanted to make him feel better, yearned for his happiness, but you knew bothering him about it wasn’t going to help. If he wanted to open up to you - he would. You grew to wordlessly understand each other. A simple look would mean the world to the other. That’s how you loved each other.

You finally managed to prepare the Bacta treatment - now the hard part. You had to face him. Your body was already tense with worry, he was unpredictable. He didn’t scare you but you didn’t want to get on his bad side either. Crosshair had trouble accepting care, it made him feel pathetic and he despised it.

Having a childhood on Kamino was hard enough as it was but he was different, his brothers were different. He was a defect and the Kamino rain did not accept misfits easily. The other clone cadets disliked them, plain and simple, the only thing he had was his brothers. Sadly, the sniper learned early on in his childhood that the only person he could rely on was himself.

Your heart ached for him.

Crosshair’s specialization didn’t make it any easier either, his was cast out his whole life. His battle position made him isolated. Your beloved was taught to be invisible, precise, quiet. When you entered his life he had a hard time accepting your love, but he cherished it quietly in his own way.

You strolled through the shuttle’s fuselage with the stim-shot in hand. Silently, you tried entering the cockpit even though you knew he could sense you from the other side of the ship.

Crosshair was on the pilot seat, gazing out the window, toothpick in mouth. His jaw was clenched. The atmosphere was tense. His eyebrows were furrowed, arms crossed stiffly protecting his chest. The control panel illuminating his handsome face in blue and red.

His silver locks were starting to grow again you thought. One of your dearest memories was when he sheepishly asked you to cut his hair for the first time. You were beyond surprised, but of course happily obliged. Since then you’ve cut his hair for him when the Batch go out on missions. In the back of the Havoc Marauder, sharing tender moments which the war rarely allowed you to have.

¨You’re staring.” he plainly stated, avoiding your gaze.

Your heart skipped a beat. You involuntary gulped and tried to compose yourself by taking the seat next to him. He was unreadable as always. The stim-shot felt heavy in your palm.

“Sorry.” you muttered, giving him a crooked smile in an attempt to soothe him.

It worked. He turned the chair so he could face you and finally looked you in the eyes. Maker those eyes. Copper, sharp with intent. You could lose yourself in them and currently were. He returned your gesture with a smile of his own. A small one for sure, but you knew he meant it.

You held your free hand out. It hung in the air, an inaudible welcome. His eyes swiftly ran from yours to your hand and back to your gaze. He smirked, sighed in fake annoyance and reached out with his bad arm and placed it in yours. He waited and so did you. His sleeve had to be rolled up so you could inject the remedy.

“Do you expect me to roll it up?” you remarked, irritated.

“If you would be so kind.” he retorted. He was toying with you.

“Okay then, tough guy” you smirked and roughly tugged the sleeve of his blacks up so it would hurt just enough.

He winced and unconsciously tried to pull his hand away but you held on tight. This was your game, always trying to one each other up. You both laughed quietly.

You placed his hand on your lap and grabbed his arm below the shoulder.

“Ready?” you asked, trying to belittle him. Of course he was, he was one of the best soldiers the GAR had.

“Always am, boss” he replied sharply.

You injected the needle into his bruised skin and looked up to check if he was in any pain. He was calm as always, this seemed to have a bigger effect on you than it had on him. It made you angry and he noticed. You pulled the needle out of his skin and placed the shot on the panel next to you.

You huffed. Crosshair allowed himself to have a reaction, he was amused, but you couldn’t notice – you were avoiding his stare. This time you gently pulled down the sleeve of his shirt and softly patted him so he could take his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge. You looked up at him questioningly. He gently squeezed your palm.

“You’re trembling” Crosshair said. It was more of a question, rather than one of his usual venomous remarks.

“How do you always seem so unaffected?” he understood your double-barreled question.

Instead of verbally answering, he took your hand and guided it to his heart.

The sniper looked at you sternly. Crosshair took you off guard, physical touch was rare, especially initiated by him. You could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your fingertips.

You understood immediately. You had the same impact on him that he had on you, he was just better at concealing it.

Your heart melted. He could see it on your face – you loved him unconditionally. He stood up from his seat and loomed over you, putting his hands on the chair handles, caging you in.

The bacta was working.

He was incredibly close to your face, never breaking eye contact. You weren’t either, you didn’t feel nervous anymore, you weren’t more sure of anything in your life before actually.

You broke the silence. “Cross the man that you are.” you let out a laugh.

He smiled back without a response, not that you needed one.

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” You said while gently caressing his injured arm.

You had to reassure him, to make him not feel guilty. He was already doing enough, too much even, giving his life for people who thought of him as property. You hated it, wanted to take him away. To show him what life was like.

You cupped his cheek.

“I know cyar'ika” the sniper gently replied, leaning into your touch. “But I’m worried” he continued. Even this was hard for him, you understood. He wanted to look out for his brothers, so you pushed him no more.

“They can take care of themselves, so let me take care of you?” you questioned with a pleading look.

He couldn’t help but smile so he hid his face in your neck, your seemingly emotionless sniper embraced you in a hug. It took you a few seconds to react. To say he surprised you would be an understatement but you hugged him back. Your fingers found their way to the base of his neck where you stroked his silver hair. You unintentionally tugged at his locks and he grunted. You tried to suppress a laugh but just couldn’t.

“You’re being quite responsive today, aren’t you?” you bit.

“And whose fault is that?” you could feel him smiling.

He pulled back but face still close, your noses almost touching. His eyes searched in yours. You had this 6’4 ft tall man in the palm of your hand looking at you like a puppy.

“Your hair is getting long, I think it’s time for a haircut” you grinned.

He tried to look at himself in the reflection of the ship’s window but you knew he couldn’t. He was trying to amuse you.

“You think so?” he smirked.

“I do.” you smirked back.

He nudged your nose with his own while looking at your lips. You understood the hint.

You decided to flip the tables for once. You had enough of him making you feel tipsy alone on his presence.

You leaned in and kissed him first, successfully managing to take him by surprise. Crosshair stumbled back a bit. It didn’t take long for the soldier to regain his footing though. He loomed over you, moving his hands closer.

It was a slow kiss, he took his time. Crosshair knew he had a hard time with words so he tried to convey his overwhelming feelings this way and oh. Maker did you feel it.

He may try to hide it but his emotions were like waves crashing into the rocky shore, unapologetic and hard. And you could sense every bit of it. He was putting his whole being into connecting with you, showing you how much he cared.

You pulled back in need of air. Both of you were gasping messes, happy gasping messes. The only thing you could feel in that moment was him. The only beings in the whole universe were the two of you.

Your blissful moment was interrupted by the commlink placed next to the control panel.

“Tech found the part he was looking for, we’re coming back. Prepare the ship for takeoff” Hunter grumbled.

Crosshair and you sighed in union.

You looked at him sweetly and placed your hand on the side of his forehead. Your thumb traced down his tan skin, you gazed at him like he was going to disappear every second. You were so scared of losing him, you felt like he would vanish from under your fingertips at any given second. Your thumb ran over his tattoo, he was still as a mouse.

You quickly pecked him on the tip of the nose and stood up from your seat and below him. Cross scrunched his whole face like the cat he was.

“Where are you going?” he allowed himself to sound disappointed.

You grabbed the stim-shot from the control panel and turned on your heel on your way to the back of the ship.

‘’Hunter said to prepare the ship, didn’t he?” you genuinely responded.

Crosshair followed behind your back.

You put the medpac on the counter and opened it. Crosshair put his chin on your shoulder and intertwined his long arms around your waist. You could feel him smelling your hair, he couldn’t get enough of you.

You started reorganizing the medicine in the pack and putting the stim-shot back in. He certainly made it harder than it was supposed to be.

You put the remedy back in it’s place and the medpac under the counter with Cross following. You turned around to face him and embraced him back. Both of you stayed quiet, enjoying your presence.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his chest.

“I know” Crosshair replied.

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clone-anon · 8 months

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Hi everyone. It's been pretty quiet lately. I do still have requests open and am around. Since a lot of my readers are taking a tumblr break it seems, I haven't been dropping surprise drabbles in ask boxes as much as I was in the spring. If you want one or want to request one on behalf of someone else, please feel free to do so. My pinned post has information on requesting. My other blog, @clone-anon-after-dark , is also taking requests. (Minors DNI)

May your favorite clone hold you in their heart!

#tbb fanfiction #tcw fan fiction #the bad batch fan fiction #the clone wars fanfiction #clone anon posts #reader insert

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Okay! so I found two amazing fics recently that I wanted to give a shoutout to!

My Sunshine is Sleeping by @arctrooper69 made me cry in the middle of the night but it was so amazing and I love Kix so much so I couldn't resist the angst

and Filed Under: Payroll Complaints by @ghostofskywalker made me laugh like an idiot when I read it today because it was so funny and original.

I have read the entire catalogues of both of these authors and every fic is amazing, but I think these two are my favorite even if I'm too shy to really talk to authors I admire, so I'm thankful for Fandom Friday so I can still let them know I love them

Ooooooof that first one is an ABSOLUTE GUT PUNCH! I just want to hug Kix very hard and tell him it’s alright! And the second is SO MUCH FUN. I love the idea that Hondo got that number and is harassing people about what Kenobi owes him. These are both wonderful recommendations! Thank you so much for sending them in anon!

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

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my-morai · 2 months

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This is the chapter that started it all, the idea from one scene sparked the story of Tali and the Batch and it has expanded over a year into much more than I could have ever hoped it would be. Hold on, we're not done yet...

#star wars fanfiction #fanfic #the bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch fanfiction #female reader #fan fiction #original character #hunter x original female character #omega bad batch #tech bad batch #echo bad batch #tbb #the clone wars #clones in love #tcw

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ladykagewaki · 1 year

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A short one-shot story about “Our favorite clones of Clone Force 99 enter their golden years.”

If you are sad about a particular season 2 finale, this is how I had always seen the end of their story.

I’ve updated and cleaned this up a bit. I was so sad when I originally posted that I wasn’t so clear headed. This is a bit better...but I am kinda lazy with my writing.

#tbb #bad batch #the bad batch #clone force 99 #bad batch fan fiction #tbbTech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb hunter #hunter x oc

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redhairedmuses · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

It’s that time of the week where ya girl is writing angst about Clones and she has no regrets! So please enjoy this angsty morsel to fill your hearts and souls.

Tagging: @tkwritesdumbassassins and @satashiiwrites

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“Do you think there could be more clones?” he asked her.

Omega shrugged. “I don’t know,” she confessed. “I’d like to think there’s still some clones who want out of the Empire, and that maybe we could do something to help them. Like we did with Gregor. But…”

Hunter’s brow arched. “But what?”

Omega sat up straighter and peered over her shoulder. Hunter sensed there was something larger weighing on her mind. He followed her line of sight and noticed she was looking at Echo who was fast asleep in his chair. There was a sadness in her eyes as the pair of them watched his chest rose and fell in a steady pattern, assuring Hunter that the cyborg would not wake for several more hours.

“Who’s Fives?” she asked.

Hunter was taken back. How Omega came to hear that name was a surprise for him.

He’d heard Echo mention Fives in passing a few times, but he had yet to gain the whole story. He knew what the Republic report had said. A rogue trooper snapped and attempted to kill the Chancellor only to be shot and killed by the Guard after being cornered in an alley.

And after their motley crew rescued Echo and Order 66… Fives was right. He’d been right all along.

Hunter heaved a deep sigh, breathing through his nose. “Why do you ask?”

“I heard Echo talking in his sleep,” Omega said. “He kept saying "Fives” over and over again.”

“As much as I’d like to tell you about Fives, I didn’t really know him,” Hunter said, honest. His gaze flickered over to Echo. “But what I do know is that he and Echo were close. Fives died on Coruscant before we rescued Echo. Rex was the one who told him what happened to Fives… he, he didn’t take it well.”

Hunter remembered the sheer look of pain and distraught on Echo’s face as Rex spoke the words, “I’m sorry, vod. Fives’... he’s gone.” Echo stood in shock for a moment before he sank to his knees and screamed, and screamed, and screamed until Rex joined him on the ground and took him into his arms. It was a sight he’d seen a few times in his life. Brothers crying for their fallen brothers who had marched on while they were left to keep fighting and dying for the Republic.

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