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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Hi! Hope you’re doing ✨FABULOUSLY✨ I read your ”labour” fic and loved it as always so I was wondering if you could do something similar with the batch feeling their baby kick in the mama’s belly for the first time? :) I always imagine them being so confused, yet fascinated and scared of it since their births was so different xD But please take your time and don’t forget to relax sometime and drink water!!! 💕

Aloha! Thank you kindly! I'm doing alright, I hope you are having a great time :) Such a sweet idea :)) Let's see...

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Baby Kickin'

Warning: Pregnancy / Strong language (Crosshair's fault, as always)

Hunter

The first time you tell him to feel the Baby he is in complete awe. He kneels down, takes both hands to feel the kicking little one in your tummy and his eyes go wide.

"There is a little person in there", he says almost whispering.

You smile at him and say, "Our Baby"

He smiles back at you and says, "We made this... it's incredible"

But then he looks up a little concerned.

"You don't feel pain when our child is moving, do you?"

You laugh softly and say, "No, it's a little uncomfortable at times, depending how our little one moves and when, sometimes this little energy packet wakes me up in the middel of the night, and sometimes I need to pee, because someone thinks my bladder is a punching ball"

Hunter chuckles.

"Cheeky little thing, that's your genes for sure", he mocks you with a soft smirk.

Echo

Echo is not only touching your belly when you tell him too, he's pressing his head to it, his ear, as if he could hear the Baby talk.

He talks to the baby, so softly and loving in his tone and tells it to be good to you, the mommy.

"Be a good little cadet and treat your mother well, stop waking her up in the middle of the night, okay"

"Cadet?", you ask not very impressed.

Echo smirks, "I'm just joking arround Mesh'la"

He is a loving partner and father to be, he cares a lot and he is always around you to help you and see if the baby does anything new. He doesn't want to miss anything.

Echo often talks to your belly and carresses it softly, and every now and then the Baby reacts to his voice, moments in which he smiles brighter than any star in the galaxy.

Wrecker

"Come here everybody! The baby is moving!"

Wrecker is so hyped, he wants everyone to feel it too, he is holding you in his arms while his brothers take turns to put a hand on your belly.

He is so super proud of you, about soon being a Dad and he is full of joy about everything concerning the baby. The only thing that scares him is the birth because he heard bad things could happen to you and the baby if something goes wrong.

But as soon as he feels the little one kick, he forgets about all that for now. It's such a thrill for him, so new, so incredible, the thought that you two made a new life together is so stunning.

He is very protective during that time, he always is, but now even more.

"We made a baby!", he says to you very happy.

You laugh softly, "I know darling, I know, it's inside me"

Tech

The first time you ask him to feel your belly, he is so deep in his work again, reading on his datapad, he does what you ask him to but doesn't really think about it. He jerks back as he feesl the movement.

Finally he looks up from his datapad, his eyes big, his expression startled.

"As I was trying to say", you tell him softly "the baby is moving"

He sets the datapad aside and slowly reaches for your belly again, this time with both hands. His eyes widen and he looks at you, almost seeming a little helpless. He knows what's going on, of course he does, but this is so overwhelming right now.

"She is an active little thing", he says fascinated "i hope her mind will be just as ernergized

"She?"

"Oh, on the last Scan I did, I was able to see the gender"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Tech shrugs.

"You didn't ask me"

Crosshair

Crosshair cocks an eyebrow at you.

"The baby is moving? Inside you?"

You nod and ask him to touch your belly. He hesitates a little, this is new territory, he's not sure how to handle it. As his hand, softly glides along your belly, he feels nothing.

He looks at you a little upset. Then Hunter says in the background: "The kid moving again?"

"It was", you answer.

Crosshair frowns.

"Why did it stop?"

"The baby doesn't move all day, Crosshair"

Hunter comes closer and says mockingly, "Maybe it doesn't like you, Crosshair"

Crosshair's hand is still on your belly and now he feels it, he smiles but then he looks at Hunter, "It moved, it heard your voice. I guess it want's to kick your face just as much as I do"

Hunter rolls his eyes and walks away. Crosshair kneels down in front of you saying to your baby bump, "My little asskicker"

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 27 days

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Established wrecker relationship with a newborn and lots of fluff and cuddles.

Bundle of Joy

Wrecker x Reader

Summary- Wrecker is scared he might hurt your newborn baby. You reassure him he won't, and that he is a good father.

A/N- Warning for descriptions of birth! Thank you for requesting! I love this prompt, Wrecker would be so careful with a tiny baby!

Word Count- 1,344

You weren't due for another week, you were supposed to be on Pabu for your delivery. With lots of midwives and doctors who had helped with past births. That just wasn't in the cards for you though.

Tech made an emergency landing on the closest inhabitable planet he could find. There was no time to get to Pabu, and it wasn't safe to jump into hyperspace while in labor.

You screamed loud, gripping the closest thing as tight as you could. Unlucky for Wrecker- it was his hand. You were insanely nervous, nothing was going according to plan. Wrecker was doing little to help, he was freaking out himself.

You took deep breaths the second your contraction was over. Wrecker swept hair out of your face and rubbed your arm, trying his best to keep you calm.

"We have landed." Tech called back, a green hue cast over the ship. Whatever planet you landed on was either abandoned or had a low population.

"I'm scared Wrecker." You breathed in again, "How am I going to have this baby on a shi-" You cut yourself off, screaming in pain as a new contraction hit.

You reached over, hitting Wrecker on the arm. "You are never touching me again, I cannot believe I married you!" You yelled at him. Pain clouded your thoughts.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" He worried, also frightened on what would happen. You were on an abandoned planet with no doctor!

Hunter and Omega also sat close by, getting everything you requested. Omega had refreshed a cold rag a dozen times now, and promptly placed Lula by your side.

Tech and Echo talked in the Cock-pit, you didn't know what about. Though it dulled the pain to think on what it was.

"What do you need?" Omega sweetly asks after you stop screaming.

"I need to know the plan." Inhale, exhale, "What's going to happen?"

"I do not know why everyone is freaking out. I am fully equipped to deliver a child." Tech chimes in, that must have been what they were talking about.

His words did bring you comfort, as your original plan involved Tech being there to make sure everything was going by the book.

"Get her on the floor, bring lots of pillows. We need her slightly elevated." Tech took over shortly after he made sure the ship was settled.

Hunter brought Omega outside after you started spewing insults and profanities to Wrecker. You were a completely different person when in pain.

Echo stayed on board to make sure Wrecker didn't do anything stupid, and to help Tech if needed.

About an hour later, screaming, hitting, and pushing- your baby girl was born.

"It's a girl."

You panted heavily, "Give her to me Tech, please." Tech immediately grabbed his knife and cut the front of your shirt open.

"Hey! Wha-" Wrecker was confused, only seeing Tech ripping your top off.

"Wrecker, it's so the baby can feel her skin." Echo informed, holding Wrecker back slightly.

Tech rested the child on your chest, then moved back down to cut the umbilical cord.

You gasped and gently held her to your chest. "Oh thank you Makers, thank you!" You had tears running down your face, slowly caressing your baby's cheek.

"Wrecker, come here. Some see your daughter." You waved him over, all of a sudden regretting your snide comments made earlier.

He joined your side quickly, resting his large palm on the top of your sweaty head. "She's perfect..."

He lowered his head, face only an inch from the baby's. "She looks just like you..."

You sniffled a laugh, "She looks like a potato right now, Wreck."

"No, look. She has your eyes." Just as he said that, she peaked an eye open, looking at her father for the first time.

"Sweet baby." You commented.

"Hey, i'm sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't know what I was saying." You apologized, not wanting Wrecker to think he was purposefully the cause of your pain.

"You did such a good job." He gave a loud chuckle, "I was more scared than you!"

You smiled at him.

"Have Wrecker hold the baby, you have to pass the placenta now." Tech pressed down on your stomach, moving the placenta down.

"Here, Wrecker." You slowly lifted her to him. His face dropped, he was terrified.

"It's okay, she's tiny but strong." You assured him.

"Uh, I don't know..." He breathed heavily.

Your face screwed in pain again, though not near as bad as before.

"Wrecker!"

"Okay, okay." He picked her up, as softly and carefully as a man his size could muster, He was shaking in fear he would hurt her. She was just so small.

Wrecker had a past of knocking over or accident breaking things, he was just so big. He forgot sometimes. He certainly did not forget now. He watched the child like a hawk.

It didn't take long before Tech finished helping you pass the placenta. Immediately after you were able to, Wrecker passed her back into your arms.

After a moment of silence and the four of you admiring the baby, Echo chimed in.

"Tech and I will give you some space." He guided the two of them outside of the ship, with Hunter and Omega.

"Wrecker, it's okay. She's fine." You looked up into the eyes of the man that had made you forever happy.

"What are we going to name her?" He said, effectively changing the conversation.

You huffed, but figured you could talk to him about holding her later. "What about Myla?" You asked.

"Perfect." He said, once again leaning down to get a good look at her. He held his finger out, tickling the baby's foot.

A few minutes later, you sent Wrecker to get everyone. You knew Omega would be beaming to see the baby.

"What is it, what is it! Tech wouldn't tell!" She practically bounced in, but slowed down when she came to your side.

"Meet Myla, your niece."

"She's so beautiful." She said, leaning on her arm while admiring the baby.

Wrecker smiled at the scene.

It had been an uneventful flight home, you were in overprotective mode. Even though you trusted everyone on the ship with your life, you didn't let anyone else hold Myla. She slept the whole way back.

You and Wrecker decided to settle down in your home on Pabu that was pre-prepared for this day. Many of the Pabu citizens already knew of the birth, but gave you your space.

You sat up in your bed, Myla cradled in your arms. She quickly fell asleep after being fed. Wrecker joined you, being overly careful in getting under the sheets.

"Do you want to hold her?" You asked, looking at him sit up next to you.

"Oh uh, I don't want to wake her. Probably best if you just hold her." You sighed at this. Your hormones were still wack, and you teared up at his answer.

"What's wrong, what'd I do?" He softly asked, a hand coming to your arm.

You sniffled, taking a few breathes before speaking "Why won't you hold her?"

"I don't want to hurt Myla." He said, nervous for your response.

You blinked, readjusting Myla in your arms. "Wrecker, I promise you will be okay. She is tough, just like her daddy."

He looked at her, still unsure. "Look, just take her. if anything happens i'm right here."

You raised your arms, handing her over. She 'cooed' but stayed asleep.

"See, she knows you're her dad." You rubbed your face on his arm, wrapping your arms around him. He was tense, caught up in the feeling of holding her.

"Move your arm up a little." You guided him, but it soon felt natural for him.

A deep breath left him lips. He was finally comfortable.

"Not so bad huh?"

With a swallow he answered, "The two most perfect girls in the world."

You nuzzled further into his side, trusting his hold on Myla.

"Thank you for giving me this..."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @dangraccoon @knight-of-flowerss

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jedipoodoo · 4 months

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Please I want more hunter or crosshair x pregnant reader is the best thing in the world to read that.

🥹🥹

I'll give Crosshair a break with this one 😘

Warnings: Mostly fluff, slight body horror (pregnancy). Crosshair learns more about babies, Dad Crosshair, Pregnant reader.

Cold Winter's Night (Crosshair x Pregnant!Reader)

The blackout was an inconvenience more than anything. Crosshair was able to see a bit better in the dark than most humans, but squinting into the dark for too long without a visor of some kind strained his eyes.

And so the fire roared long into the night as Crosshair kept watch. Without the constant hum of electricity in the background, and the snow continuing to fall in heavy drifts outside your cabin, it felt too quiet. He didn't like it. He wished he could fall asleep as easily as you did, your head resting on his stomach as you curled around your belly beneath half a dozen blankets.

He gently stroked your shoulder as you slept, giving his hands something to do. You shifted in your sleep, and the blankets slipped off your belly as you stretched out a cramp in your leg. Crosshair reached down to tuck the blankets around you again, and stopped.

Your belly was moving, stretching in a couple spots like something was trying to break out.

It stopped just as suddenly as it had started. Crosshair blinked, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him or if he was just going crazy. Then it happened again.

"Sarad, sweetheart, wake up," He jostled your shoulder harshly.

"Mmm, Cross, wha-?" You mumbled, still half asleep.

"I think you have a parasite or something," He panted heavily, thinking of the report on Geonosian Brain worms Tech had read to him as an attempt at a horror story. They still kept him up at night sometimes.

You blinked up at him to clear your blurry vision, and Crosshair couldn't help but think of how this was not the time for you to look so cute.

"I have a what?" You asked, pushing yourself to sit up.

"That!" Crosshair pointed at your stomach as it started to move again.

You watched the jostling and stretching for a little bit longer than Crosshair was comfortable with, especially when you didn't start freaking out like he was.

"Crosshair, that's just the baby," You said at last.

"What?"

You laughed softly, and lay back down with your head on his lap. You gently took one of his hands and placed it against the baby bump.

"Baby's been a little active lately. They're just stretching, trying to get used to having so many limbs."

"It can do that?" He asked.

You nodded, "It's the sign of a perfectly healthy baby. They've been doing it more often because it's been so cold, and it gets the blood flowing more."

Crosshair relaxed his hand against your belly, feeling the baby kick firmly against his palm.

"Does it hurt?"

You half-groaned, half-laughed, "Sometimes. I'm kinda used to it at this point."

Crosshair looked at you in awe. "You are so much more terrifying than I give you credit for."

You grinned back at him, "I know."

Crosshair leaned down, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead and then your lips.

"Go back to sleep, Sarad. I'm sorry for waking you."

"Are you going to go to sleep too?"

"Yes, dear," He sighed. You nodded, satisfied with his answer.

As your eyes fluttered shut and you snuggled closer to him, Crosshair leaned over to your belly, whispering so only the baby would hear.

"I'm glad you're not a parasite, but you need to settle down so your mom can get some sleep, okay?"

You giggled, and Crosshair flashed you that little heart-melting smirk he knew you loved.

"I think baby might be able to do that. For one night."

#lizart writes #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x you #pregnant reader #clone babies

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coffeeandbatboys · 2 months

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His pack (Wolffe x Fem!Reader)

Ok honestly I think Wolffe would go crazy at the thought of having a kid of his own.

Warnings: pregnancy, stretch marks, Wolffe absolutely adores the reader, OOC Wolffe.

Your lover has finally come home. After all the nights alone, all of the holo-calls and worrisome days when you didn’t hear from him, he was home.

Wolffe can’t help but stare. You’re standing in all your heavily pregnant glory, carrying a precious child.

His child.

The thought melts him and builds him up simultaneously.

His pack.

It’s been months since he has seen you in person, and each day apart from you made him more desperate to get home.

“Mesh’la.” He whispers happily into your temple, hands over the bump that has definitely grown since he’s been gone.

You gratefully lean into the gesture, before doubt clouds your mind. The dark striation across your skin becomes a burning reminder.

“I have stretch marks now.” You mutter with a frown.

He shakes his head. “Better to have those from a job not easily done than scars from battle. You…” he kneels to kiss your bump, specifically the areas with marks, “…are absolutely amazing Cyar’ika.”

The look he gives you is so full of love and joy. Maker, he may have a cold exterior, but he is yours till the day he will keel over and die. And you have a feeling that the same honor will be extended to your child.

His child.

His pack.

#star wars #wolffe x you #wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x reader #tcw wolffe #clone wars wolffe #star wars wolffe #clone trooper wolffe #wolffe x fem!reader #commander wolffe #tbb wolffe #wolffe x pregnant reader

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techs-cyarika · 25 days

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I’m thinking about how sweet Tech would be with his pregnant partner- like if the bad batch settled on Pabu within my tech lives aus (1 and 2) or could be within the canon timeline just before certain unfortunate events if you like angst

But He would keep her so pampered, bring her whatever food she craved no matter how hard it would be to get

He’d monitor her and the baby’s health daily, but wouldn’t be overbearing, work just do a quick scan with one of his many gadgets, possibly without her even knowing and then make suggestions to her if something seems a little off

He’d craft a crib from scratch and work on it so long into the night that she’d have to drag him to bed and scold him for not taking care of himself

Tech would just be so so dotting to his partner and excited to welcome their “offsping” (she has to remind him to call it a baby-but is amused by his choice in wording) into the galaxy.

#last ep made me sad #so I’ll think about tech instead #the bad batch #tech x reader #tech x pregnant reader #tech headcanons #tbb tech

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staycalmandhugaclone · 7 months

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Hi it's @clone-anon

Being pregnant was not super fun. It's not that you thought you'd have rainbows and glitter lining your path every day, but it wouldn't be half bad if your body could cut you a break. You tried to take it easy where you could, but it seemed too soon to take it easy.

Hunter sat down next to you and pulled you close. He placed a kiss on your head and nuzzled his nose in your hair, just wanting to make sure you knew he was there.

"It's gonna be okay," he said.

"I know," you were quick to reply. "I don't regret this."

"I'm not saying you regret it," he said with a knowing smile. "I'm saying it's okay if you feel bummed right now, but I promise we'll get through it together."

You understood what he meant and nodded a little. Hunter placed his hand on your stomach, trying to sense anything he could and somehow tell your baby that their dad was there too and he'd always be there for the both of you.

"Come to bed with me," he said softly.

It was getting later and you couldn't deny you were tired. Hunter got up and held out his hand like he always did. You smiled up at him and took it. You got ready for sleep and got into bed. Hunter helped you adjust any pillows that could be in a better position, but also made sure to be close. You talked about how things were going and what might be around the bend while laying in bed with dimmed lights. When you were ready, he turned the lights out and you shared a kiss.

"I love you, mesh'la," he said.

You took his hand and kissed each knuckle. "I love you too."

My dearest... the sobbing puddle you've reduced me to... I really... really needed this today... Sweet, patient, considerate Hunter being so supportive and gentle... my heart... Thank you

Just to fill everyone else in, I've had some potentially concerning issues popping up since Friday. So far, nothing's been confirmed, but some pretty scary words and warnings have been thrown around with the full admission that my midwives don't know exactly what's going on. I'm waiting for some tests, but it's been pretty stressful. And painful, though I was far less concerned about that until I learned that it could mean my little one's at risk...

All this to say, sorry I haven't responded to anyone recently. I see and adore your comments, I just haven't been in a state of mind to be particularly social...

@clone-anon, again, thank you. This perfect bit of comfort means so, so much

#clone anon blessings!#Really hit me in the feels #in the best ways #pregnancy is scary #and uncomfortable #really scary when things don't go quite right #dad hunter melts my heart #so much love for this #star wars #star wars the bad batch #tbb #hunter #dad hunter #tw tokophobia #tokophobia #pregnant reader #hunter x reader

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iamburdened · 5 days

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Do you have any fic recommendations of Crosshair x reader where she is pregnant or they have a kid? I need some dad Crosshair but there is so little of him 🥺

#tbb #crosshair x reader #dad crosshair #x pregnant!reader #tbb fanfic #star wars #fic rec #tbb crosshair

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clone-anon · 7 months

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I wonder if I might make a special request for a dear friend of mine? Would you mind a reader x Tech fic where, after years of trying, reader ends up pregnant with twins? She's just got the news today, so there's still loads of excitement and terror, but this would be such a fun surprise - if you feel so inclined 😉

All the love for you and the amazing gifts you create!

*cracks knuckles* Here we go.

Warning: talk of an ob/gyn appointment (no details, just implied ultrasound), pregnancy, twin pregnancy

The positive pregnancy test was wild enough. After trying for so long, you finally got pregnant. That news was huge in itself. Tech was not going to miss the doctor's appointment. He held your hand the entire time and asked questions, but felt you were both as prepared as you could be for what was to come. That was, until, you were told that you were actually carrying twins.

"Twins?!" Your face lit up as worry flooded your chest. The fact that Tech was silent didn't help. Still holding your hand, he reached behind himself to pull up a chair and sat down. Whatever else was said seemed to go over both of you, but everything seemed fine so far. You were alone in the room with him and moved to get up, get changed, and head out the door. Tech silently helped.

"Tech?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Twins," he said quietly. "So there are two of them."

"Yes, Tech. That's what it means to have twins."

"Of course," he replied, trying to shake the shock away. You could see the gears in his head starting to turn again. As you walked home, he held your hand and had his other around your waist, almost like he needed you near him more securely. Each passing moment brought him back to life with all of the tasks he needed to do for your growing family and now doubly so.

"It's okay," you said, sensing him on the brink of overwhelm and turning to him as you reached your front door and walked inside. "They aren't coming twice as fast. We still have time to wrap our heads around this and get ready."

You held his face and he nodded once and smiled. "I will do everything within my power to make sure you and our babies get the best care."

"I know you will." You were overwhelmed with the feeling of finally becoming parents, excited and happy, but also mildly terrified. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your temple.

You had barely settled on the couch and he brought his datapad out, already researching how a twin pregnancy and delivery might differ and wanting to make sure you could both be prepared. He felt his protective instincts growing faster than he expected, but would channel them into supporting you. You knew he would be a fantastic father and would always remind him of that. While it was still too much to talk about all the changes that were happening at once, there was some solace in listening to what he was reading and discussing a few things. You would both have to let the news soak further into your consciousness. Later, he put the datapad aside and sat with you, holding you to his chest and rubbing your back, simply happy to be with you. All of you.

#tech x afab reader #tech x pregnant reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb fanfiction #tbb tech x pregnant reader #tbb tech x fem reader #tbb tech #tech anon #pregnancy #tokophobia #multiples pregnancy #twin pregnancy

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theangstyboiblog · 3 years

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FAMILY PT. 21 | Crosshair X Pregnant!Reader

Description: Angst. A lot of angst. Talking happens.

Masterlist: Pts. One and Two and Three and Four and Five and Six and Seven and Eight and Nine and Ten and Eleven and Twelve and Thirteen and Fourteen and Fifteen and Sixteen and Seventeen and Eighteen and Nineteen and Twenty and Twenty-One and Twenty-two and Twenty-Three and Twenty-Four and Twenty-Five and Twenty-Six and Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight and Twenty-nine and Thirty and Thirty-one and Thirty-Two and Thirty-Three

Warm fingers trace invisible shapes over your hips, your bare shoulder, the swell of your belly still hidden beneath the sheets. You wake slowly. It’s a welcome change from recent days where you’ve woken breathless, scared and lost. But this time, you know where you are. You know who lays in the bed next to you, silently touching you to remind you of his presence. You arch back as you stretch and bury your face deeper into the pillow beneath you. Cross presses his chest to your back as he lays an arm over your waist gently and snuggles up to you, pressing his face into your shoulder.

Soon his lips graze your skin as you grin, taking his hand in yours. “Did you not get enough of me?” you ask him. He tightens his fingers around yours.

“Did you get enough of me?” he asks, voice graveled and low and hinting. His lips smirk as he lays a kiss along the line of your shoulder.

With a sigh you roll over slowly, until you’re on your back and can peer up at him. He’s perched up on his elbow, and for the first time in forever he has some color in his cheeks. He looks over you slowly searching for a sign as to what you’re thinking. Your hand darts out, grazes his cheek as you hook your fingers behind his neck and pull him towards you. You kiss him softly. No tongue. No fiery passion or need is present except for the base levels you’ve always harbored for Cross. There’s just love. That’s all.

He pulls away as you take a breath. His fingers rise up to gently run over your lips, feeling the wake of heat he has left behind. “Is that a yes then?” he asks.

“I’m satisfied,” you whisper and nod, a melancholy smile on your face. You’re blissfully tired. Then you raise an eyebrow as you run your forefinger across his collarbone. “For now.”

“Alright then.” Taking a breath, he gives you one of his rare smiles and lays down next to you. Both of you turn onto your sides, facing each other. His rough-skinned thumb rubs across your arm as you watch over him. “What are you thinking about?” he asks. Your index finger runs along the side of his chest, over a thin scar that wasn’t there the last time you saw him naked. Part of you wonders how he got it. But then you fall into the code you two have always shared as he asks again, “What are you thinking about, Y/N?”

You smile. “Everything.”

He quirks an eyebrow, and gently squeezes the flesh of your arm. “Just everything?” he asks.

“Everything that makes me happy,” you amend, pressing your palm over his heart. “You’re everything, Cross.” He blinks, lips parting in surprise. You look down and shrug. “And before the war ended – I don’t think I would have admitted it, but being with you, having a family with you, a baby, a home… that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He looks at you sadly as if he hate to burst the bubble of happiness enveloping you. “We don’t have a home—”

“—yet,” you cut in. “We don’t have a home yet.”

“Because of me,” Cross breathes. You prop yourself up on one arm and gently press your hand to his face.

“What does that mean?” Cross shakes his head then. You bite the edge of your bottom lip. “Cross, you don’t have to hold your thoughts in – don’t keep them to yourself.” You smooth your hand over the side of his head, raking your fingers through his silver hair. “I’m not going to leave you.”

His eyes flit up to yours, and there’s uncertainty in them. They glisten with fear and doubt. He bites his tongue and slips his hand over your waist, forward and back. It’s almost as if he’s trying to focus on you, trying to ground himself to you before he’s swept away in a storm.

“Sometimes I…” he takes a breath and falls silent, gaze avoiding your own.

You wait. Then you wait some more. Finally, when he shows no sign of speaking, you lay down on your side and shift closer, burying your face in his chest. “Tell me?” you whisper. “Please?”

You trace a line of freckles right beneath the line of his collarbone. He breathes in. It’s haggard as though his lungs are only capable of taking in half their capacity. He breathes out and releases the words quickly.

“Sometimes I’m scared this isn’t real.”

You don’t press him with any questions beyond a very simple, “Why?”

Cross slides his hand from your hip, to the center of your shoulder blades. On the one hand, you suspect he wants you closer. On the other, you wonder if perhaps he doesn’t want you to look at him. You stay still.

“Before the war ended…” he starts off before letting out a sigh. When he speaks again, his voice is soft, but it’s not rushed. “Whenever I was with you, I let myself think about a future – our future. That night on Tatooine. The hotel in Coruscant. But then you’d leave, or the squad would ship out and I had to shut those thoughts out. Hoping for something that I might not get – it hurt. And I didn’t think I’d survive long enough to even have a chance at a life with you.” He takes a breath and closes his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d leave the jedi for a clone. So why think about it?”

You crane your head back at that and frown. Your eyebrows furrow as you look up at him. “I told you I was going to leave whether it was with you or not,” you say and he nods, before pulling you back to his chest again. “Did I do something?” You slip a hand between his arm and ribs, his heat seeping into your skin.

He sighs as he hugs you to him. “It was never you, love. I just had doubts that I couldn’t shake.”

“And you never told me,” you murmur. “If I’d known…”

Cross hums as he presses his lips to the crown of your head. “The doubt went away when we were together. Being apart… my head messed with me.” You bite the inside of your cheek at the thought. You try to remember those nights and days you had spent together on missions or hidden away in some back alley or in bed. “Then the empire took over, and that thing in my head made me… chase down that padawan—"

You press your brow to his chest as he cuts himself off. He’s told you about this before, several times and it never seems to get any easier. “You didn’t hurt him, Cross.”

“I tried to kill him. It was like sitting in a room full of vid-screens and I could see everything but couldn’t control any of it. People died because of me. Because of my orders… or because I pulled the trigger.” He stills against you and you wait for him to breathe, counting the seconds. He sucks in a breath. “I tried to kill you,” he whispers.

“You missed.”

“Barely.”

“You never miss,” you say firmly, closing your eyes. “That’s how I knew you were still in there. You didn’t hurt me.” Wetting your lips, you swallow and open your eyes. Your fingertips dance over his bare skin. “All those things that happened, I know they haunt you. But you survived, Cross. You came back.”

You slip your arm around his middle and hug him tightly. The two of you lie in the center of his bunk holding one another. Minutes go by. His breathing evens out.

“I’m scared, Y/N.”

“Why?” Ever so slowly, you sit up and turn as he rolls onto his back. You pull your legs up beneath you, sheet twisting around you as you take his hand, which he pulls to rest over his diaphragm. “Tell me,” you say softly as he looks up at you. You run the pad of your thumb over his knuckles. “What are you afraid of, Cross?”

His hand tightens its hold on yours. “Everything,” he whispers.

Your eye turn glassy and you let out a sad laugh as you reach up and wipe away a wayward tear. “I can’t fix everything,” you tell him as you sniffle. His brow wrinkles as you look down at where your hand joins with his. “Give me the worst of it.”

Cross shakes his head and thinks for a minute. “I wasn’t made for this, Y/N,” he says finally. You swallow and wait for him to continue. “When we met…” he sets his hand on your knee. “I thought that there was something wrong with me. Like I was defective for loving you. Because clones have a purpose. A role to fill. Even before I was created, made in that lab – I had a purpose and it wasn’t to be a lover or a father. My entire being, the reason for my existence is so twisted, so far off course from where you are that I’m scared I can’t be who you need me to be.” Your teeth bite into your cheek as he sits up, his brow resting against yours. “I’m scared you’ll hate me.”

“Why would I ever hate you?” you whisper, hands cupping his face as you look up at him.

His cool brown eyes brim with tears. He shuts them, squeezes them closed tightly as he falls forward, burying his face in your shoulder. You stare up at the wall, breathless as his shoulder shake, silent sobs wracking him as he clings to you, arms snaked around you in a tight hold. All you can do is return it. You hold him. You turn your head and close your eyes. His tears wet your skin. Hot breaths of air as he gasps in and breathes out, flutter across your shoulder.

“What if I fail?” he whispers as you press your lips to his temple. “What if I can’t give you a home, somewhere that you’re both safe? No, more than safe, happy. And when I’m gone—”

You breathe in quickly as he leans back, chest seizes at the mere thought of what he’s implying. He looks at you, cheeks red, eyes bleary. No more tears. Only the left behind traces. His hands slide along your skin as he pulls back until he’s holding your belly between them. He looks down. He bites the inside of his cheek. He shakes his head. His right hand follows the swell to the top of your stomach. You set a hand on his left hand when your baby pushes out against his palm with a wayward punch or kick. Cross gasps and laughs as his lips pull back into a sad grin. He looks up at you eyes shining.

“What if they hate me?” he asks suddenly, his smile falling and you shake your head as he looks down. “What if they’re better off—”

“What if they love you?” you ask back and he hangs his head. “Because they are going to.” He shakes his head, but you press on. “Cross, I barely remember my parents. But the bits I can remember… I’ve never hated those memories, or wished I could just forget. If anything, I wish I had more of them.”

“You at least had parents, Y/N. I didn’t. The closest thing I know to what this might look like is Cut and Suu and I honestly kept my distance when we met them. And Hunter and Wrecker and Echo – they’re the ones the kids liked the most. I scared them.” You tilt your head as he rambles, saying more in one sentence than you’ve heard him say in a long time. He widens his eyes as he stops talking and looks at you. “What if I scare our baby?” he breathes, voice full of fear.

Part of you wants to laugh, but you stifle it. He’s opened up so much in the past ten minutes that you don’t want to do anything that might hurt him, anything that might make him clam up again. So, you reach up and cup his face between your hands.

“Cross, breathe,” you tell him calmly as he chews on his bottom lip nervously. You comb one hand through his hair. “We’re both going to have a learning curve. Out of all of us, Omega most likely has the most experience with infants.”

“Not helping, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes as he takes a breath. “What I’m saying is we’ll learn. We figured out how to be together,” you say, lowering your hands until they rest on his shoulders. “We’ll figure this out too. And you’re not going to scare our baby.” He opens his mouth to argue and you shake your head. “Don’t focus on the ‘what if’s’.” You smile at him and lean forward, pressing your lips to his chin, then the corner of his mouth. “Focus on now.”

He reaches up and takes your left hand off his shoulder, turning it up so your left palm is open to him. He traces the lines with one finger as you watch him, then mutters, “You make it sound so easy.” You breathe out a sigh as his face turns into a frown. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve already messed up so much.”

“Cross—”

“No, I have. You’ve been in how many shoot-outs this past month alone because of me?” He looks up at you as you swallow and remain silent. “First that clone on Ord Mantell. Then Omega said you tried to fight off a squad in the tunnels last night, and that if Diayah hadn’t shown up they were going to shoot you.”

“They didn’t hurt me,” you tell him.

He shakes his head, eyes blinking quickly as he shifts closer to you. “They never should have had the chance to try,” he grinds out. “I want you safe and I can’t even manage that.” You reach out, fingers darting out to take his hand and pull it towards your face, turning your head until his palm is pressed to your cheek.

“We’re safe now, Cross. I’m safe. Our baby is safe.”

He gives you a long look, mouth tightening into a frown. “Not yet. The empire is still searching for us. For that thing.” He juts his chin to the bag on the desk across the room. You glance at it, a wave of fear washing over you as you sense the holocron inside. Cross shifts closer to you, bringing his knee up to rest against your side. “I want you out of harm's way. Both of you,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers along the curve of your cheek. “But we’re not safe yet.” Your teeth bite into the inside of your cheek as you turn back to him and nod.

“Then we’ll get rid of that thing,” you whisper. “We’ll get rid of the holocron and we’ll go somewhere the Empire will never find us. We’ll find a home. And we’ll have our child. Maybe we’ll eventually have several. And we’ll be safe, Cross.”

He stares at you, crestfallen. His voice is quiet when he speaks, as though he’s trying not to hurt you. “What if that’s just wishful thinking?” he asks and you shake your head.

“The past year and a half, all I’ve thought about is how things might go wrong.” Your teeth bite into your bottom lip. “You’re not the only one who is worried sick. I need you safe too. I need you to be with me,” you cradle your stomach, “and I know you’ll keep us safe.”

He tilts his head. “You still trust me?”

A chuckle leaves you as you shake your head at him. How could he ask that? “More than anything,” you tell him. You lean forward then, catching him off guard as you give him a quick kiss. He stiffens against you before the tension slowly eases away. You tilt your head, pressing closer, tasting him.

With a sigh, you fall back, one hand on the center of his chest to stop him from following after you. Pulling the sheet with you, you slip your legs over the edge of the bed and stand up.

“Where are you going?” he asks. You throw him a glance over your shoulder as you cross the room. He’s grabbed his pants off the floor and is pulling them on. You reach the desk and bend down, reaching for the bag on the shelf above it with one hand while your other hand keeps the sheet from falling away and exposing yourself.

“I want to show you something,” you tell him as you set your bag on the desktop. You untie the knots that keep it closed and reach inside, pushing your spare clothes and things out of the way as you search. Your fingers graze cool metal and you latch on, pulling out a data pad. Arms snake around your middle as you turn on the tablet, a smile growing on your face as Cross sets his chin on your shoulder.

“Show me what?” he asks, pressing his lips to the side of your throat.

You tap on a file and watch it open. A set of photos unfurl on the screen and you hold the data pad up for him to see. “Our baby,” you tell him. Cross stills behind you as you hit on the first scan, pulling into up into full view. “These are the last scans I had done before we left Ord Mantell.”

You turn your head as Cross lifts a hand and takes the tablet from you, keeping his left arm still wrapped around your waist. You glance over him as he stares at the scan, before swiping to the next one. He says nothing. You’re not sure he’s breathing.

“They’re healthy?” he whispers. You nod, as he explains. “I just… who knows what the Kaminoans wrote into my genes. I was worried.” You press your lips together tightly as you reach down and lay your hand over his as he falls quiet once again.

“They’re healthy, Cross.”

He scans the pad for several silent moments – perhaps even minutes – before he looks at you. His voice is hoarse. “Is it a boy or a girl…?”

You step forward and snake one arm round his waist, before laying your head on his shoulder. You look down at the screen. “I didn’t ask,” you tell him.

Cross presses his lips to the crown of your head. “Why not?”

“I wanted to be surprised,” you murmur before letting out a sigh. “And I wanted you there with me. I… I thought you would come back and we could find out together.”

He stiffens next to you. A moment passes before he whispers out a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

You straighten up, turning around to face him, both hands falling to his waist. “Now, you’ll have to wait to meet your son in person,” you say, a smirk on your face.

Cross blinks his eyes, confused. “I thought you didn’t ask?”

“I didn’t.” You shrug. “I have a feeling.”

He chuckles, tosses the tablet onto the bed, wraps his arms around you and bows his head so his brow rests against yours. “I think it’s a girl,” he tells you.

Your tongue clicks and you lean up kissing him quickly, the both of you smiling as you feel each-others heat. You soak up this moment, where neither of you is focused on the fear and the anxiety that has been a part of daily life thus far. Instead, he holds you tight and you cling to him feeling for the first time in a long time as if you can afford to be happy. You can dare to hope and dream and wish. You quirk and eyebrow as the kiss breaks and you lean back, a devilish smirk on your mouth as his tongue leaves yours.

“A girl, huh?” Your voice is flirty and teasing as you ask, “Wanna bet?”

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READ PART Twenty-two

A/N: So hopefully that was enough fluff for you guys? Sorry for misleading in the description, but I didn't wanna spoil the fluff. I mean Cross did cry. That qualifies as angst, right?

We will get back to the plot in the next chapter. Until then, I hope you have enjoyed the story so far! Also big thanks to the anon that wrote that essay about Cross and fatherhood. I referred to it quite a bit to make sure I covered everything. <3 I love hearing from y'all so if you have something to share about TBB hit me up!

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djarrex · 3 years

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Pretty please can we have something where Echo and TBB find out Rex and reader are expecting? Bonus points for Omega's reaction cause I wonder sometimes whether she knows much about the natural way babies are made? I figure she wouldn't have need of that information in the Kaminoans' eyes.

I wanna preface this by expressing the joy I feel and the appreciation I have when you guys come into my inbox asking or wanting to talk about Post-Order 66 Rex and fam. I love it SO MUCH you have no idea :’)

So, if you remember, Hunter was briefly in Insatiable and has a couple lines of dialogue - he even congratulates them on the pregnancy and wishes them well in case he doesn’t see them soon - which is shown during Rex + reader + Hunter’s short interaction. The squad is told the happy news before the events of that particular installment, and I’m thinking that it happens when Rex contacts them to ask if they would be able meet him on [planet] for a little help with [mission].

Find the rest of the series and related works in the Post-Order 66 Rex ML

Let’s go back in time when Rex makes contact with TBB, which preludes the events of Insatiable: (pregnant!reader, TBB + Omega finds out, about 1.6k words)

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"We’re being hailed.”

All members on board the Marauder drop what they’re doing and turn their attention to Echo, who had just called out and is signaling for everyone to congregate in the cockpit. Hunter sheathes the knife he’d been twirling in his fingers and nods before stepping towards the rear of the ship and calling for Omega, while Wrecker sets down Gonky and waves her over. Tech and Echo are already sat in the cockpit, getting the signal steady for the incoming transmission to come through.

"What is it?" Omega jumps down from the gunner's nest - now her room thanks to Wrecker's kind heart and creativity - and joins her brothers in the cockpit. The pilot seats are swiveled around and facing the small space in the center of all of them - the bust of a familiar captain popping into view. "Oh, it's Rex! Hi Rex!" She waves at his translucent blue form with a giddy smile plastered on her face. “Where is-”

"Hello Omega," you chime in with a smile as your head pops into the perimeter of the holo. Her sweet face lights up even more, and her eyes move back and forth between you both, unsure of whom to focus on. From the room you’re still staying at in a high-rise located in Yerbana City, the two of you exchange quick greetings with the five who are currently traveling through hyperspace.

“What’s goin’ on, Rex?” The gentle giant asks with a grin and hands placed on his hips. The captain straightens his stance and crosses his armored arms across his chest plate, and instead of directing his impending response to Wrecker, Rex’s attention turns to Hunter, who’s leaned against the frame at the threshold of the cockpit. A moment passes as the two share a nonverbal understanding before Rex opens his mouth - the focusing pairs of eyes on one another.

“I wanted to see if your squad would be available to help me out.” You quietly observe each individual who are all appearing on your end as full-body projections, landing on Omega to where she’s sitting on top of their Gonk droid - her hands folded neatly in her lap, legs swinging.

“Name it.” Echo is quick to respond with a affirmative nod as he meets the eyes of each member - cutting off Hunter before the sergeant can get a word in. Rex’s oldest friend found himself caught at the receiving end of a very slight glare coming from directly across from him, and begins to backtrack. “I-”

“What is it, Captain?” Hunter interjects.

You sort of tune out the rest, having already been given the spiel by Rex long before you’d suggested for him to contact Hunter for some much-needed assistance. It’s a simple mission: scouting out an abandoned base in hopes to obtain supposedly valuable information from the obsolete Republic database and perhaps to also restock on munitions if there’s anything left there. Normally this would be something Rex could manage on his own, though his thoughts have been a little busy since the start of your extended stay in Yerbana. The two of you ended up taking a little much-needed ‘vacation’ in the repopulating capitol city after receiving the incredible news, and you’re just now getting back into the swing of things. Well, for the most part. Rex doesn’t quite trust his focus as of late with far too many other important things swarming around in his mind, and is worried that he'd make a mistake doing the mission solo, no matter how simple the objective appears to be.

Hunter accepts without resistance, and confirms that they'll meet the two of you just outside the abandoned base immediately after they’ve finished their current objective for Cid, which will probably be in another eighteen hours or so. Rex transmits the coordinates, and it falls silent; the awkward clearing of the throat coming from Rex crackles through the air on their end.

“Somethin’ else, Rex?”

“Actually, yeah. We have some news.” Rex grins and rubs at his nape, and you can't help but to smile wide at him from your position at his side. The squad members all share a glance - a mixture of raised, inquisitive brows and narrowed, concerned eyes. Hunter steps closer to the projection, caution engrained within the features of his half-inked face as he crosses his arms.

“Tell them, love,” your sweet voice of reassurance crackles with the brief wavering signal - your hand laying to rest on his pauldron. Rex chuckles down at his feet and grabs your hand to bring it up to his chest, squeezing gently as he begins to acknowledge the others.

“Everything okay, you two?”

“Based on their lifted expressions and display of affection towards one another, it appears that this ‘news’ is of a positive, exuberant nature.”

You can’t help but laugh at Tech being Tech, which results in mixed reactions at the other end of the call. Rex inhales deep - the air quietly seeping through his nostrils on the exhale. “We’re, uh- we’re gonna have a baby.” His lit up eyes drop to his boots and he’s smirking at his feet as soon as the words leave his lips. You watch as the multiple pair of eyes widen with smiles creeping their way onto each member of the squad’s faces, but the first person to audibly respond is Tech - his focus not lifting from the device held in his hands.

“Are you certain?” All heads snap in Tech’s direction to where he’s leaned forward in the pilot’s seat, elbows resting on his thighs, continuing to tap away at the datapad. Smacking his bother’s knee, Echo squints at Tech and shakes his head.

“Yes, Tech,” you giggle as your hand releases from Rex’s and moves to rest against the beginnings of your baby bump, though you’re unsure if they are able to see either one of you from the chest down. “The bun has been confirmed as baking in the oven. We risked a brief visit to the local med center here, so, we’re certain.”

“Well then.” Tech’s brows lift above the rim of his goggles as he readjusts the spectacles with a finger pushing between them. “Felicitations to you both. That is quite extraordinary news. It seems that I was correct in-”

“That’s so wonderful!” Omega exclaims with the largest grin - hopping off the GNK and clapping her hands excitedly as she approaches you. “When are you getting the baby? Are we going to see the baby when we meet them at the rendezvous, Hunter?”

“Of course you're going to see the baby, Omega,” you answer softly for Hunter, giving him a quick smile and nod, saving him from having to explain. “It won’t be for quite a few months, though. Not until after the baby is born.” Omega’s brows pinch together in confusion, and you cautiously elaborate, unsure of what she already knows as far as what the natural-born process entails. “The baby has to grow inside of me first, and that takes a little while.”

"Inside of you?" Her curiosity is absolutely adorable. She turns to her brothers - soft eyes flickering to each one of them.

"You see, Omega, when-"

"Uh, Tech?" Rex clears his throat, and the intelligent trooper is quick to get the hint - closing his mouth and resuming to silently tap at the datapad. Echo is next to chime in, and he’s smiling like a fool, eyes wide.

“You’re gonna be a dad, eh? Wow... that’s- that’s just incredible, brother.”

“I’m gonna be an uncle!” Wrecker very loudly exclaims, and Omega and you share giggles at his enthusiasm.

“Technically, Wrecker, we are all going to be ‘uncles’ since Rex is our brother, genetically speaking. Therefore, any offspring he may produce would be considered as our nieces and nephews. That is how the nat-borns conduct their family trees.” Tech punctuates his statement with a sure nod - speaking with his finger raised in the air so as to draw attention to his point.

You’re so lost in the way Rex’s eyes continue to positively sparkle with pride and adoration as his brothers and Omega shower the two of you with congratulatory praises that you’re forgetting to respond to all of them.

“We appreciate it, everyone,” you say with an ear-to-ear grin - beaming at Rex.

“We’ll see you all soon,” Rex concludes, “Stay safe out there.”

The holo vanishes as the transmission disconnects, leaving the squad on board the Marauder to go over some more details of their next objective as well as to process the news.

“So...” Wrecker turns around and leads Gonky back to where he was benching the power droid before the call. “What do ya think Rex is gonna do?”

Hunter raises the brow bordered with dark ink. “What do you mean?”

“Are they going to keep this up, now that they’re going to have a kid? You know, the missions and stuff?”

“We have Omega,” Tech inputs matter-of-factly as he prepares the ship for exit from hyperspace. “And we are managing just fine, barring our dwindling ration supply.” Omega smiles sheepishly, but nods with confidence.

“Rex is a good man.” Echo swivels his seat around and sits up straight, meeting the four pair of eyes now gazing back at him. “Always tried to do what was best for his men, his brothers, and still does, even if it's beyond his control or out of his hands. Now that Rex is... free,” Echo puts the most stress into that word as it’s spoken - glancing down at his feet and chewing the inside of his cheek before continuing, “He’s in control of his life, and is able to choose his own path. And that path will lead to what’s best for his family.”

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Hunter/Tech/Echo/Crosshair x Pregnant Reader + Toddler HC's

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What I want to get into in these HC's is how do our favorite clones act while "we" are pregnant, what is the first time like with the kids, as babies and toddlers? Be warned, there is fluff but there is also hurt and tension in this aswell as comfort. I didn't see any point in making up all fluffy, it's jut not how I see this in my head.

I maybe will do this with Wrecker and some other clones too, we'll see.

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Hunter: You can't hide from him that you're pregnant, so don't even try. He immediately smells the change in your hormone levels and asks you nosy questions until you give in and tell him what's going on. Or, of course, you tell him directly. He will be happy, very happy, he is made to be a Dad and he knows it, at least since Omega came into his life.

Hunter will take care of you as best he can, he won't be afraid to ask for advice or maybe even to ask Tech to get him some reading material, so he can help you in the best possible way and ease your circumstances. It's less fun when you get cravings, because he'll be meticulous about what you eat to make sure you and the baby get only good and healthy things. So when you get cravings for fast food or something like that, you have to somehow get rid of him for a little while first. And don't let him catch you trying too hard, especially when the baby bump is starting to show, from that point on you're a raw egg.

In the first days and weeks after birth, he is the proudest guy in the universe. He tells everyone he meets whether asked or not, that he recently became a father, absolutely EVERYONE. And his love for his child underlines everything he says and does about the baby.

Changing diapers Hunter rarely does, you can't blame him, his senses make it hard for him, he perceives unpleasant smells much more intensely, yet he does his best and relieves you of as much as he can for it in other areas. He loves to feed the little one, to rock it to sleep and to bathe the baby. However, the little one cries a lot, for a long time you are helpless and tired almost to the point of despair, until Tech suggests that your child might have inherited Hunter's senses and the sensory influences are just too much for the little one. The first months are very exhausting, but together you are an unbeatable, even if tired team.

Toddler: Physically the child develops quite fast, motor skills are developed early and you always have to keep a watchful eye, also a thing that Hunter has passed on with his genes. The toddler is shy and rather reserved, just because of the heightened senses it prefers a certain quiet. Favorite uncle is Crosshair, the rather quiet sniper is the child's favorite babysitter, he doesn't talk much but is attentive and provides security without making the child feel crowded. Hunter starts early teaching the little one how to best use heightened senses, protect himself and use that heritage wisely. He is a patient, loving father and always willing to learn.

Tech: "Oh," is the first thing you hear from him as you deliver the news. It takes him a little while to collect himself and finally a smile appears on his face, "A baby? We made a baby?"

Tech already knows a lot of things anyway but he plunges into even more information to really find out everything. He makes himself nervous by doing this, because he reads about a lot of things that could happen to you during pregnancy. He is hyper vigilant, accompanying you to every doctor's visit and putting together a nutrition plan for you. If you have cravings, he still can't deny you anything, he wants you to be happy so he gets you everything you want.

Just before and after the birth you don't have to worry about anything, Tech does EVERYTHING. He suffered with you when the baby was born, no information in the universe could have prepared him for that, shocked to the bone and worried every millisecond he might lose you, he held your hand and allowed you to almost break his fingers when the contractions hit you, and he wants you to rest.

He is a proud, very caring father. He has always been a busy workhorse but as long as the child is so young, he will prefer to be with you and the little one to take care of you instead of tinkering with his projects.

The toddler speaks very early, shows tendencies to a particularly high intelligence very early, something that makes Tech happy beyond measure, a pretty child that looks like you, has your kind-hearted nature, but his intellect. As soon as it can speak, it pesters its father with questions, MANY questions. Tech is only too happy to answer them, but you need to have a conversation about what the child should already know and what not....

Echo: Is completely overwhelmed at the first moment. "Father, me?! How could this happen... oh, yeah, sorry, of course I know how this happened".

He is super nervous but once he realizes his behavior makes you sad, he finally catches himself. He is looking forward to having a family with you, his first reaction was just automatic fear of not being enough.

He takes loving care of you, bringing you your favorite snacks from the road, little pretty things to make you happy and as compensation when he couldn't be with you because of work. Echo tries to free up as much time as possible for you, he wants to support you and be with you when you need him.

During the birth he collapses in the delivery room, he was exhausted just before, organizing everything, then the warmth of the delivery room plus the already existing excitement and his system collapses. He cries when he holds his child in his arms for the first time, something he never thought possible, a family of his own, a child.

The baby is loved and cared for, Echo, contrary to his expectations, is completely absorbed in being a caring father. He changes diapers, he feeds, he bathes, he even sings the little one to sleep. His heart overflows with love and joy. But don't let the baby cough - PANIC. You've been to the doctor more often than the rest of the universe.

As a toddler, Echo takes your child with him more often when he is on harmless missions. All batch members are uncles and the little one is protected and loved from all sides.

Crosshair: He just stares at you when you tell him you are pregnant. He can't handle it at all and you should be prepared for that. He didn't want kids and he told you that from the beginning, but now it's happened. He is acting distant. Crosshair doesn't blame you, he knows it takes two to tango and he has as much responsibility in this as you do, he won't run away but joy looks different. This is a bitter pill.

He hasn't touched you for a long time, has generally kept his distance, of course you are depressed and many a night you have cried yourself to sleep, feeling lonely and suddenly very anxious about becoming a mother.

But one night, as you are getting changed for bed, he happens to come in and there you both are, frozen in your movement, he sees the beginnings of the baby bump and something happens to him. He blinks, his hard, usually stern expression softens. Crosshair steps closer to you, his hand, his long fingers, gently rest on your belly. You can't help it, you start to cry, the hormones, the fear and the relief as he finally approaches you again open the dams. He presses you against him and whispers "I'm sorry that I left you alone". He realizes that you must be afraid and he regrets how he has behaved up to this point. He is suddenly much more quick to be jealous and also much more protective, almost too protective.

Crosshair cares for you, more than usual, but still don't expect him to overcare, it's just not in his nature. In the first few months you are already happy when he holds the child, he is desperately trying to feel a bond, but it is hard for him. However, as the child gets older and he can play the first games with him, he finally thaws out, he pays attention, takes care, makes food for the child and loves to play with the little one. When you come into the nursery to get your child ready for bed, you hear them both say in unison, "Five more minutes!"

@chxpsi

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jedipoodoo · 2 months

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A Bun In The Oven (Echo x Reader)

Notes: No warnings, pregnancy reveal, food mention, Fives is a goofball, Echo loves you v v much, based on this pregnancy reveal.

You should have known that he wouldn't understand the turn of phrase. Clones had very minimal sex education, you knew, but now that he had discovered the burnt bun, it was too funny to back out.

"Honey, why would you leave a single roll in the oven?" Echo sighed and used some tongs to take the offending pastry out of the oven. Echo had insisted on cooking dinner for you, and you honestly thought that he would check the oven before preheating it.

"It's not a roll, it's a bun." You corrected him, running your hands over your decidedly flat stomach (for now, at least)

"What's the difference?" Fives asked. He was never one to pass up free food. Echo smacked his hands away with the tongs.

"Okay, why would you leave a single bun in the oven?"

"You know, I'm starting to see where you got your name from, babe."

Fives cackled, and Echo smacked him again with the tongs.

"Echo, what did you pull out of the oven?"

"A burnt roll."

"Not a roll!" Fives crowed.

"Okay a burnt bun!" Echo sighed, "Honey, are you feeling okay?" he patted your forehead to see if you had a fever. "

"I'm fine, Echo," You giggled, "We have a bun in the oven."

Echo blinked slowly. "I just pulled it out."

Your head fell forward against his chest as you shook with laughter.

"Okay, what have you done to my riduur?" Echo accused Fives, wrapping his arms around you to hold you upright.

"Nothing, I swear!" Fives waved his arms insistently.

"Echo," You placed your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. "A bun in the oven is a way of saying that someone's pregnant."

His eyes went wide, and in his sudden silence you could hear Fives trying to muffle his squeals.

"Echo, we're having a baby."

Echo's hands rested on your hips, "Really?" he whispered.

You nodded.

"You're pregnant?"

You nodded again.

With this confirmation Echo wrapped his arms around you and swept you off your feet. You threw your arms around his neck as you both laughed for joy.

"I'm gonna be a buir!" He boasted to Fives.

"I'm gonna be an uncle!" Fives whooped for joy and tried to hug you both, but Echo shoved him away so that he could hold you for a moment longer.

He took your face in his hands and kissed you, surprisingly gentle for the excitement he'd just displayed.

"How far along are you, cyare?"

"Just a few weeks. I went the medicenter yesterday to get confirmation."

You glared over at Fives, "Usually couple wait a little longer before they tell other people."

Fives shrugged, "You know it's physically impossible for me to be more than 100 meters away from Echo at any given time."

He gave you a gentle hug, "I promise I won't tell anyone unless you guys say so."

"Thank you, Fives," You kissed his cheek.

Fives grinned, and then lunged at Echo, wrestling him to the floor.

"You sly mir'sheb! My vod, a buir!" He caught Echo in a headlock, ruffling Echo's perfectly gelled, regulation hair.

"You know tubies don't care about a sleep schedule, right? How're you supposed to get the regulation eight?"

"I...hadn't figured that out yet," Echo gasped for breath.

You laughed, wondering if this would be the life of your future child. Would you and Echo be able to give them a sibling or two? Would you be able to provide them a shelter safe from the war?

Any worries you had were promptly squashed by the laughter of Echo and his brother as they wrestled on the floor of your apartment. How could you doubt how wonderful your life with Echo could be when this was the glimpse of your future?

"Fives, I would appreciate it if you refrained from taking out the father of my child before they're born." You said, reaching for the plates and cups to set the table. Echo did say he wanted to cook for you tonight.

"Do you know if it'll be a boy or a girl?" Fives dropped Echo like a hot blaster, and Echo leaped to his feet, running over to the kitchen to shield himself behind you while he finally got back to the meal prep.

"We won't know for a few more months," You said, absently running a hand over your stomach. Echo watched the movement for a moment, and held out his hand, silently asking permission.

You nodded, and Echo placed his hand on your belly, holding it there for a moment as if he could feel the baby that could hardly be bigger than your eyeball.

"If it's a boy, we could name them after one of the Dominoes," He said with reverence.

You resisted the urge to make a face, "I know you love your brothers, babe, but I refuse to name my newborn child "Droidbait"."

"What about DB for short?"

"No."

"I call dibs on Hevy!" Fives said.

"You've never even met a girl!" Echo sighed.

"Too late. I got dibs. No take backs."

You laughed as Echo rolled his eyes. He turned back to chopping the vegetables, and you helped mix them in the pot.

A few minutes later, he leaned over and whispered in your ear, "What about Fives?"

"Are you making enough for him?"

"No, for a baby name. Naming our kid after him."

You gave him a deadpan stare. "You really want to stoke your brother's ego that much?" you nodded over to Fives, sprawled out on your couch and flipping through holochannels.

Echo suppressed a snort. "I guess not."

You kissed his cheek, "Don't worry babe, we've got eight months to figure it all out."

#lizart writes #echo x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #clone wars echo x reader #tbb echo x reader #pregnant reader #pregnancy reveal #clone babies #fives is a dork

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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Like I know we discussed country boy Echo, so if you wanted to do the rest of TBB as country boys I wouldn't be mad about it. You know I'd be all over that and I'd probably read it until I pass out from delight.

Howdy howdy, indeed we did! I am sharing the ask now so I can have my inbox cleared to put my mind at rest,, but here is the Hunter x Reader yeehaw headcanons for us and others, my friend 😌

This may be a bit short and bad? I'm super exhausted but wanted to write something 👊😔

Echos || Wreckers

Modern!Cowboy/Redneck!Hunter Headcanons

Hunter would definitely be that one guy that did everything for everyone

If he saw an old lady locked out of their car?

He'd find a way to break in without damaging the car.

Saw someone broke down?

He'd help them with their troubles.

Saw you struggling to lift something heavy?

He'd be on top of things and most definitely helping you any chance he could.

Hunter would also have his days where he struggled to talk to people, as he does in the series and TCW.

He'd spend those days with you at home.

He'd probably still have a sensory issue, just it wouldn't be as bad as in the star wars verse, since this is based in a modern-day type au.

He would have a dog. Probably a German Shepard or a Black lab.

They would go everywhere with him

When you're somewhere out of town, whether it be for work or to visit family. The dog is always under his arm for comfort.

When you're home, he's hugging on you and the dog is normally at the foot of the bed.

Hunter loves taking you joy riding.

The two of you'll be gone for hours just to take a ride in his pickup.

He'd bring blankets so the two of you could cuddle in the bed of the truck and star gaze.

He'd sometimes fall asleep on your shoulder if he's had a rough day.

If you can drive Stick he's gonna lose his shit

That's the hottest shit in his eyes, doesn't really even know why.

And if you can and will do a lot of yard work and manual labor?

Lawd have mercy he's gunna bust.

Omega is his adopted daughter who you end up adopting as your own once you and Hunter get serious.

After a couple years she's a nosy girl all

"When will I get a sister?"

"Or a brother! Or either! I just want a sibling."

You'd get flustered, you and hunter rarely talk about kids

But after that the conversation strikes up that night and you admit you've wanted a couple kids of your own.

Hunter goes absolutely feral on you that night.

Mans always wanted his own kids

He'd crack jokes about having more helping hands on the farm

Oh, Hunter absolutely loves swimming too

He just seems like he would be that one guy that would be in the middle of the lake just having the time of his life, not even worrying about getting back to shore or the fact he could get ran over by some dumbass on a boat.

Who thinks about that when there's all this water to swim?

He would most definitely start building things for your future kids.

Even if you weren't pregnant, yet.

He'd make a whole ass tree house and Omega would use it for the next few years because,

"Hunter, a baby or even a toddler cannot climb in trees!"

"Oh right-"

You'd make him happy each time you even spoke kind words to his brothers.

Let alone when you would help them.

Some days he'd just stand sad watch you help Tech gather supplies for his creations

Or when you'd help Wrecker with the garden

Or when you'd just sit and converse with Crosshair, even if the conversation was more one sided.

Or even when you'd help Echo around when his prosthetics bothered him.

His favorite things to see is sunrise and the sun beaming through the window to gentle kiss your skin.

He'd also definitely take you to races or demolition derbies.

Which you'd go to as long as the two of you could walk around after and just hold hands.

His favorite thing to do with you is hiking!

He loves it because it's just you, him, Omega and nature. Since Omega often tags along.

He love watching you play around with Omega

Or when the two of you catch frogs or lizards.

The one time he was smiling like an idiot just because Omega was chasing you with something you hated and he thought it was the funniest shit ever.

Oh, Hunter also gets you your own bandana to wear

Because once when you were doing yard work you used one of his to keep your bangs from your eyes and to collect sweat

He swears it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

#the bad batch hunter #hunter bad batch #sergeant hunter #bad batch hunter #hunter x reader #bad batch hunter x reader #bad batch x reader #star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars #clone x reader

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cl-01-kestis · 3 years

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What do you want to see next?

Wolffe x Female Reader fanfic that includes the both of them finding out they’re soulmates on Yavin 4.

Hunter x Ex!Reader where the reader becomes a syndicate leader after their breakup and meets him a few years later.

A Gut Feeling Sequel where the reader finds out she’s pregnant and has to tell Tech.

Bo-Katan x Female Jedi!Reader where the both of them fall in love right before the siege of Mandalore, and find each other again after Order 66.

Looking after TBB as kids / teens headcanons.

Ahsoka Tano x Mother!Reader, which includes how you keep your identity hidden from your daughter, Ahsoka, and she eventually finds out before the war ends.

Dismay Prequel, that includes what life used to be like for Thrawn and the reader before the Empire and their relationship.

Wrecker x Female Soldier!Reader who offers him help during his darkest hour after he loses his eye.

Hunter with grey hair headcanons.

And Fennec Shand x Female Jedi!Reader where the both of them realise they’re soulmates during a rapid chase through the streets of Naboo.

#star wars #x reader

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ladykatakuri · 3 years

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She is his treasure, part 1

Crosshair ( The Bad Batch ) x F Reader

Rating: General

Warnings: Not really, it is mostly self indulgent fluff, especially since E8.

Summary: When Omega told him that, his head seemed to split open and the biggest of headaches ran him over like a speederbike. For the first time since he was ordered to tie up all loose ends, he was in serious doubt and he doubted the order given to him. It was as if some switch in his mind was pulled and the duplicity of all that happened came rushing into his mind, all at once.

https://ladykatakuri.tumblr.com/post/655438717332455424/she-is-his-treasure-part-2

https://ladykatakuri.tumblr.com/post/656332331678892032/she-is-his-treasure-part-3

Crosshair never was much of the emotions. He was a soldier and a good soldier follows orders. After his inhibitor chip was enhanced, he did exactly that, following orders, to a tee. He even turned against his brothers from Clone Force 99, better known as the Bad Batch. Clones with a defect, or more humane clones as his brothers might have considered themselves. Now, Crosshair was once more just a soldier for the Empire. But the last message he received had him torn to his core.

It was three days ago he received that coded transmission and it was a good thing he took it in private. Omega had contacted him which was already surprising to him, after all he had expected it to be one of his brothers to contact him in a gamble to reach the old him. But what Omega had to tell him….. Well, this was completely unexpected.

When he was ordered to hunt the rest of CF99, he had no doubts and used all of their old contacts to track them down. Though the Empire was only interested in his brethren and Omega, he had an extra incentive to find them fast now. She was with them when they deserted and she was his reason now to find them all even faster.

“I think you should know, she is pregnant.” When Omega told him that, his head seemed to split open and the biggest of headaches ran him over like a speederbike. For the first time since he was ordered to tie up all loose ends, he was in serious doubt and he doubted the order given to him. It was as if some switch in his mind was pulled and the duplicity of all that happened came rushing into his mind, all at once.

All he could think of now was to find her. Her and their unborn child. “Our child….. “ Something seemed to tug at his heart and he had no idea what to do with it. The headache was still there in the background, but to him it was just an inconvenience. Fully geared up he was about to depart from the freighter when one of the troopers approached him. “Are you sure you should go at this alone sir? If they are here, you might need backup.” Cocking an eyebrow he growled at the audacity of the trooper to question his orders. “ You have your orders, follow them.” Putting on his helmet he flicked his toothpick in a bin, departed and let the rest of the troopers take off to look for his brothers on the other side of the planet. There was no way he would lead them straight to her, ‘them’, if he could avoid it.

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It was a shock to everyone there when they saw the shuttle crash down, and even more so when they realised it`s occupants had somehow survived the crash. To think that the empire would try and take down a shuttle with innocent people in it was one thing, but a medical shuttle? People were outraged and they made sure to be vocal about it, until the troops came pouring in and made their way to the crash site. That was also the moment Hunter quickly decided to take his brothers and Omega away from the place. You would be safe, since nobody would expect a civilian to be tied to them, especially a pregnant one. That did not mean he would lose track of you though, and when Omega pulled him aside to talk, he realised once more how smart this young girl truly was and how much promise her idea had. But first things first, time to make sure that you were treated well and that you would recover soon. Safety above all, he instructed his brothers on how to move ahead.

“You all know that Y/N is best off without being directly tied to us. The only one who knows her as well as we do is Crosshair, and I doubt he will have informed the Imps on her. At Least not fully.” Hunter paused for a moment before continuing what he had to tell them and to give them their instructions. “Her chaincode has been forged and she also covered up her scars and tattoos. The only way the Imps will know who she is would be when Crosshair recognises her while he is with them.” Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Omega all nod at this simple statement.

“Right now the safest place for Y/N to be at is in the medical ward here in the city. We took a big risk moving her from one side of the planet to the other, but she made it and is treated now. Omega has a plan for us to get our lost brother back and also help Y/N.”

For a moment all of them seemed to be lost in thought. The idea that you were injured already shook them, the idea that it might be used to reunite with their lost brother? Well, it gave them a double feeling. On one hand they felt as if they would use your condition and might endanger you if their brother was beyond saving. On the other hand it would give them that one good chance to either saving their brother and reunite, or give him the ultimate freedom if they failed. Either way, this was, as Hunter said, their one good chance and they would grasp it with both hands. Thankfully, they did have some help on the planet, especially since they helped out some of the inhabitants with an imperial problem. Corrupt officials were pretty normal, wherever you would go, you could find one or more of them. This one was no challenge and they made quick work of getting rid of him. Now they could rely on the help of one of the doctors in the med bays and that was a key part of Hunter's plan.

Omega was restless as she was sitting at the side of your bed. Looking at you, deep asleep and not knowing what was happening around you, she could not help but smile. “I don`t know if you can hear me Y/N, but I really hope my plan will work. Especially for you.” Grabbing your hand, she squeezes it slightly and sighs. “You are always so kind to me and you help me understand things the men can`t. I want you to be happy.” Tapping her foot on the floor, Omega looked around the room they had you moved to. Far away from the other patient rooms and private enough to make sure that they would be able to confront Crosshair without causing too much of a ruckus in the ward. Everything was now in place and all they could do was wait for their missing brother to turn up. He already landed on the planet, now it was just a matter of how many would come and how well prepared he was for this confrontation, he surely knew would come.

Notes: This is my first TBB story and it is a 2 parter, i am currently working on part 2. I hope you all like it. English is not my native language so if there are any mistakes please do let me know :D And as always i demand Crosshair to be set free and reunited truly with his Vod ! @loth-wolffe I am redoing all the tags. somehow they never showed up right lol

So i edited this post because, it became a 3 parter >.< I blame the guys for not letting me do what i intended to do and Crosshair for being so kriffing awesome and loveable <3

@nahoney22 Boo i hope you also like this story or maybe have some tips for me. @reluctant-mandalore I wanted to tag you as well because as a fan of your work i would highly appreciate any tips you could also give. If i did not tag you, it really does not mean i do not want your words of comment or advice etc. I highly appreciate advice or when i did something wrong. I just am a lazy tagger most times and am not the most secure in tagging when it is about my works :D

@catbustours Thought you might like it even if it is not as awesome as Coriolis ;)

#Crosshair SafeCrosshair freeCrosshair BadBatch badbatch #@loth-wolffe #selfinsert #self indulgence time #We all need Crosshair therapy #crosshair x reader #crosshair x y/n #crosshair x you #She is his treasure

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lemonysnidget · 5 years

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Dead Wrong

Or “Who is Beatrice Snicket’s father?”

Reading The End when it first came out, I remember finishing the book and being somewhat bewildered, somewhat dissatisfied, thinking “okay how is that related to anything that came before????”, but also overall thinking “Wow, I’ve got more questions than when I started reading this book.” That’s not to say that I didn’t like the book, or that I didn’t feel like it wrapped up the overarching theme of the series is a really great way. I enjoyed The End, but it’s very different in tone from the rest of the series, and it doesn’t answer a lot of questions you go in with. And even before Chapter 14, you have so many more questions that also won’t be answered. That’s a bold move on Handler’s part, and it’s a rare thing in Children’s Lit (and a lot of fiction overall).

One of the big questions that has stuck with me as a fan throughout the years - and sparked a few conversations during lunch block with my friends - is Just who is Beatrice’s father? It’s a question you don’t even realize that you could ask until 13.13, and then you’re just kind of stuck with it for the rest of your life. Are the Baudelaire orphans raising the daughter of their former enemy? It’s a great question for Handler to leave the audience with.

Let’s dive into the significance of why wondering about Beatrice’s father is big, and what implications it has for the meaning of the book.

Reading the series the first time around, you might not even think to ask who is the father of Kit Snicket’s baby. Kit’s presence in TPP is so quick that you might not even have the chance to wonder - I certainly don’t remember even thinking about it, since there were so many other questions to be asked at the time. But, once you have Dewey whisper Kit dramatically before he drowns, the answer seems obvious. You do wonder why Kit didn’t mention Dewey’s existence to the Baudelaires, but you don’t linger on it. You realize that “my brother sends his regards” in Frank’s note is actually talking about Dewey and is kinda cute (or creepy depending on how you’re looking at it) and not a code. And if you didn’t get all of that because the book moves at such a breakneck speed, by the last couple pages of the book, you get this line:

For another terrible moment, it felt like the boat was going to sink into the water, just as Dewey Denouement had sunk into the pond, guarding his underwater catalog and all its secrets, and leaving the woman he loved pregnant and distraught. (12.13)

Pregnant? Distraught? Sounds like Kit Snicket. So, we have confirmation that Dewey loved Kit (or that Lemony thinks that Dewey loved Kit). And it’s phrased in a way that really makes you inclined to think that there’s little ambiguity on the matter of who impregnated the Snicket lass.

You get to The End, and everything seems to continue down that same train of thought. Kit asks the Baudelaires specifically about Dewey, and hopes that he will join them too. And then when she finds out Dewey is dead, she just gives up. She tells the Baudelaires: “I've lost too many people—my parents, my true love, and my brothers” and you immediately think she’s talking about Dewey (13.13). You don’t even question it. You just accept that she’s talking about Dewey and move on. But then... suddenly it changes.

"I've lost too much to go on— my parents, my true love, my henchfolk, an enormous amount of money I didn't earn, even the boat with my name on it." (13.13)

There are very few times I’ve actually mentally heard a record scratch in reaction to something, but this was one of them. I remember just stopping and staring at the page for a few seconds, thinking I had misread something. I then flipped back a couple pages to confirm that yep, the parallel structure between Kit’s and Olaf’s statements wasn’t in my head. And I knew that there was absolutely no way that it was an accident. (The in-universe record scratch for the Baudelaires happened with the kiss.)

Handler’s a skilled writer, and he knows enough to be extremely deliberate with his words and phrasing. He knows the importance of punctuation. Even if he might make fun of Aunt Josephine, he uses grammar so well that it’s clear he does care how sentences are structured and how punctuation or the splicing of sentences can provide nuance. No writer worth their salt would have these two sentences in the same chapter (let alone a flip of a page away) if they weren’t trying to say something. Not only do you have similar words and sentiments, there’s similar sentence structure and punctation! These two lines are supposed to go together. And this isn’t even the first time that Olaf and Kit have had very similar lines, in fact in TPP, both Kit and Olaf say "A taxi will pick up anyone who signals for one” matching each other word to word (12.1, 12.9). Perhaps while reading TPP, you didn’t notice it or you assumed it was some kind of code or aphorism of VFD, so you didn’t pay it much mind. But, in hindsight, it seems that Handler was already hinting at Kit and Olaf having a very deep connection.

More than just parallel structure, Handler has a major, major departure from tone of the whole series and the characterization of both Kit and Count Olaf. ASOUE is not a series that focuses on romance, and it certainly does not advocate the notion of true love - maybe you’d find that in The Pony Party or The Littlest Elf. Love in ASOUE is not a permanent thing, and it is not a good thing. Beatrice 1 moved on from Lemony and was very happy in the life she chose. Charles’ love for Sir was not at all healthy. Esme and Jacques marriage is hardly a fairy tale (more a Russian novel). And even though Lemony seems to carry an ever enduring torch for Beatrice, he never refers to her as his true love. No one mentions true love. But, at the end of The End, pragmatic, Machiavellian Kit brings it up for the first time. It’s a little bit jarring. And then when Count Olaf says it, the reader is asked once again to step back and re-evaluate their understanding of the story’s villain, and the story itself.

Continuing on that theme of forcing you to re-evaluate a man readers have spent 13 books seeing as a deplorable/disgusting/unloveable individual, Handler gives Olaf and Kit the most intimate moment in the whole series when Kit reaches out to touch Olaf’s tattoo and recite a love poem to him. Two dying individuals on the opposite side of a war, just connecting one last time, to recite poetry to each other. Taken out of context, it seems pretty damn romantic.

And what does Olaf do in response to Kit’s love poem? He ruins the moment by abridging a poem about the cyclical nature of misery and pain, how children inherit their parents trauma’s, and the best way to avoid passing that burden on is to not have kids and die. Let Olaf say fuck, cowards. Charming thing to say to a pregnant woman in the process of giving birth, eh? Definitely a very Olaf thing to do. Is he just being an asshole? Or is there something else going on?

At that point, there is no choice but to consider the possibility that Olaf is the father of Kit’s baby. Handler wants us to wonder if Beatrice’s birth is book ended by her parents deaths.

No doubt, in the year that follows on the coast shelf, the Baudelaires asked themselves just that. Are they raising the child of the man who relentlessly pursued them and who they believe murdered their parents in revenge? They would have definitely done the math and realized that their series of unfortunate events took less than 40 weeks, safely allowing Olaf to have fathered Beatrice before becoming their guardian.

You can almost see Violet, Klaus, and Sunny searching Beatrice’s face as she grows up, looking for any similarities or clues as to who her father is. Unfortunately, Beatrice “look[s] very much like her mother” so they might never have come to a conclusion (13.14). But, the fact that even with the ambiguity and doubts the Baudelaires still lovingly raised the possible child of the person who they believe made them an orphan is huge. It shows that VFD’s cycle just might be broken. Unlike Olaf, who wasn’t able to let go of the fact that his parents were murdered by at least one of the Baudelaire’s parents and who let it turn him into a twisted villain, the Baudelaires give Beatrice a family, and they don’t let any doubts get in the way of raising her and loving her. And that flies right in the face of everything that has come before.

Instead of the intergenerational passing down of trauma, abuse, and pain that is a part of VFD and the story as a whole, the Baudelaires stand up and stop the cycle. The Baudelaires did not become like Count Olaf, despite their unfortunate events. The Baudelaires rose above their trauma.

They directly contradict Olaf’s dying words. Man doesn’t have to hand misery to man, and your parents don’t have to fuck you up. Trauma does not have to be something that’s passed on as an epigenetic trait. You can have a terrible childhood, and you can grow up and make sure that whatever you suffered doesn’t happen to the next generation. This is a major takeaway point from the series.

The ambiguity over Beatrice’s paternity is essential to the overall arc of ASOUE. It completes the circle, and it is a powerful message. So powerful, in fact, that Handler actually decided he had to include it, even if originally, he hadn’t planned on it.

Handler has talked about how he had to rework some of TPP because of one throw-away line in TBB. But, he hasn’t talked about how suddenly, between TGG and TPP, Kit became 9 months pregnant.

In the driver's seat was a woman the Baudelaires had never seen before, dressed in a long, black coat buttoned up all the way to her chin. On her hands were a pair of white cotton gloves, and in her lap were two slim books, probably to keep her company while she waited.(11.13)

The Baudelaires can see her lap in TGG - Kit was not in her third trimester when Handler originally penned TGG. But, “her belly had a slight but definite curve” as of TPP (12.1). This is a ret-con, folks. Handler can’t change the fact that he had the Baudelaires be able to look into the car and see that she had two books in her lap instead of resting on top of a very pregnant belly, so he tries to act like nothing happened and hopes the readers won’t notice the contradiction. A woman who is about to give birth would have more than a slight curve, I might add, but that’s not exactly important.

Obviously, Kit being pregnant was vitally important to Handler’s story. So important that he contradicted himself, something that he went to great lengths to avoid doing in the same book. If Beatrice’s father was supposed to be Dewey - a character who was only in one book, who supported the Baudelaires rather than challenged them - then Handler would not have done this. Beatrice wouldn’t have been written in if Dewey was meant to be the obvious father. The Baudelaires raising Dewey’s daughter doesn’t really add anything to the story, and it would present far too small of an arc (just the last two books) to be worth it.

So why even have Dewey be romantically connected to Kit at all? Why not just not give a candidate for who the father of Kit’s baby is until we see her with Olaf? Well... to quote the show:

ASOUE is filled with mysteries. Handler loves weaving them. He loves giving you a few clues here and there, and sometimes giving you enough clues to solve the puzzle on your own, and other times, he deliberately withholds stuff just because it suits his narrative aesthetic. And a lot of the time, he deliberately misleads or misdirects you.

When it comes to Dewey and Kit’s relationship, Handler gives us enough to connect the dots, but connecting them isn’t necessarily the right thing to do. While it is entirely possible that Dewey and Kit were sexually involved, it is very important to note that Handler does not actually give us any confirmation that Dewey’s feelings were returned or if he and Kit actually were intimate. Dewey loved Kit, yes, that is a fact, but loving someone is not enough to create a baby with them. That’s not actually how it works, even if a lot of sex talks might want you to think so.

Kit and Dewey were not living together. If Kit and Dewey were planning to co-parent together as a couple, Kit would not be solely responsible for “[choosing] wallpaper for the baby's room” - they would be choosing it together, but instead, Dewey is still living with his brothers at at the Hotel at all hours (12.2) Further support for this is that were Dewey and Kit together, Frank wouldn’t have to act as a go-between for Kit and Dewey by telling her “my brother sends his regards” (12.2). Dewey would have been able to give Kit his regards himself... and he probably wouldn’t be giving regards. For a couple that’s romantically involved, that sounds incredibly formal! In fact, Kit actually describes Dewey as “a wonderful gentleman” (12.2). A similarly stiff way to refer to someone... not to mention the fact that referring to someone as a gentleman is frequently used in the context of a guy not being to forward or taking advantage of a situation sexually where he could have ignored the woman’s boundaries. It really does sound like Dewey, despite loving Kit after years of working with her, wasn’t actually physically intimate with Kit. Dewey’s love, therefore, seems to have a lot more in common with the courtly love of Dante and Beatrice rather than an erotic love.

That doesn’t mean they weren’t mutually emotionally intimate, creating a very strong bond. Kit was obviously extremely distressed by his death and they did work together for years. But, it’s hard to know if Kit was upset to find out about the death of her child’s father or if she was upset because her friend and everything that they had worked for was gone. Or both. Either one is pretty devastating.

Olaf in book canon is more likely than not Beatrice’s father, for meta reasons and “in universe” reasons. Olaf being Beatrice’s father is consistent with the textual evidence, whereas the textual evidence does not support Dewey and Kit having a serious or even sexual relationship. The Baudelaires considering the possibility that Olaf is Beatrice’s father is absolutely essential for the meaning of the series. The Baudelaires, who unlike us cannot go back and pick apart the text, have to have their doubts, but they treat Beatrice in a way that the prior generations of VFD could not comprehend.

So you might wonder, Does Olaf know? Does he consider the possibility for Beatrice being his daughter? For him, the matter might be pretty unambiguous, since he has knowledge that the Baudelaires, Lemony, and us the readers don’t have. Perhaps he knows that she isn’t, perhaps he knows she is, perhaps he doesn’t know one way or the other. Regardless, Olaf doesn’t care. Olaf was more than willing to claim he’d kill Kit and her unborn child at the start of The End, but when it comes down to it, Olaf chooses to suffer a lot of pain, prolonging his death, to help the both of them. Darwin might argue that Olaf being Beatrice’s father takes away the selflessness of the act. But, Darwin would be ignoring Count Olaf’s dying words: “Don’t have kids yourself.” Count Olaf did not want to become a father, but he suffers greatly to ensure that Kit’s child is born.

That is a noble act.

You could say it would be more noble if it were Dewey’s daughter, but I disagree. Why would Olaf care whether Dewey’s daughter lived or died? He wouldn’t. Olaf’s act is selfless because Beatrice isn’t Dewey’s daughter.

On the topic of Netflix, and speculation for the third season:

Do I think the show is going to go this route... possibly. Though the casting of a younger woman to play Kit and a younger man to play the Denouements makes it seem a little bit less likely that they would go for it. But, I do find it interesting that Netflix deliberately added the cake tasting scene in TBB.

Perhaps it might have just been to foreshadow to complicated relationship between Lemony and Olaf, but, it’s interesting that it’s cake when we know that cake is what Beatrice Snicket wants to bring along with her on the boat to escape the island - "Cake!" shrieked the baby, and her guardians laughed (13.14).

“Cake” is the only non-babytalk line that Beatrice says, and the fact that Handler chose to have Beatrice love cake of all things not to long after he has Lemony inform of us of the fact that Dewey was able to document twenty-seven cakes “that Olaf has stolen” (12.13). Handler wanted to remind us of just how much Olaf loves cakes just before The End. Sure, he’s not the only character who likes cakes, but it is an interesting choice on Handler’s part, and an interesting choice for Netflix to include that scene.

In about a week, we’ll know what route they decided to take with the Netflix adaptation, but I do believe that they have set up the potential for Beatrice being Olaf’s daughter should they choose to keep Beatrice’s line about cake.

And there you have it, the meta I have had in my ‘drafts’ for six months because I kept on writing it and scrapping it.

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #kit snicket #dewey denouement #count olaf

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