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getodrools · 3 months

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𐙚 BETTER THAN HIM: MEGUMI FUSHIGURO!

IN WHICH, step son! megumi looks too much like his father the longer he trains, and it seems like he does have a type after all…

I 𝓲. I MDNI ୨୧ milf! reader. step cest. aged-up characters. age gap: reader; 30s + meg; mid 20s. mommy kink-ish. creampie. infediality. quickie. | WC –> 1.1k+ est ! !

NOTE. this is a repost from my old blog !! :p

fuck.

YOUR WEDDED HUSBAND SURE did have some nice genes… watching closely how your stepson walked around the house so mellow; head sulking but chest exposed and puffed out, stacked muscles relaxed but yet, so toned of quiet determination — of a growing man willing and able to put in daily effort to achieve such a hefty and big…

big goal.

and you couldn't help yourself either, the obvious liking to the fushiguro blood was clear. megumi just gave off that same gruff and manly feel your husband does, especially the longer he stayed at jujutsu tech.

it's been almost a decade. and you can most certainly tell it took its toll on him – all that hard work and scars of stories running along barred skin was catching. it reminded how you'd kiss at toji’s... megumi, just got more… raunchy the last time you've seen him is all.

yet, megumi just had something more to him.

he's a younger version of your husband — almost identically now, but of course, more fit and kept up with, more endurance, more stamina…

but not any less experienced.

and it seemed like megumi had a good taste in women just like his father too. always catching sneaky eyes wondering down your blouse whenever you were cleaning – catching how he would hug you a lot tighter when you wore little dresses — mainly to impress your husband but that tight squeeze at your sides and bright smile before muttering out how lucky his father is makes you feel…

special.

that special feeling sparked up once again soon as your husband went to go get more booze and lottery tickets; megumi was beginning to help around more often – lifting heavier things that needed to be moved for spring cleaning. you'd catch yourself imagining how much of a hard time your husband would have given you about that… but megumi made sure you didn't need to overstep yourself with simple things. wanting to be more of a help for you, his mother idle, an older fine woman — how sweet he was.

“my father doesn't deserve you.” words that finally pinned your feelings together, and it quickly lead to bumping and a few vases to fall.

…

“mom–my..!” tepid lips almost quivering in sync with the shake of his timbre voice dropping an octave.

his cock curves just like his father's – slightly to the right with a pretty flushed tip, heavy balls too, feeling them hit right against your puffy clit at each rough thrust. and at each barreling plunge of his cock stuffing you full, he forces a low rumble of swears on your tongue to echo in your bedroom; even clammy hands to twist harder into the sheets your husband was just sulking on.

your needy cunt squeezed down hard around the base of his jamming cock, feeling how eager he was to fill you up the second his tip kissed your sopping entrance, never leaving your needy hole.

“oh! gumii! like that-- yes!”

there was one big difference between the two men. megumi had the stamina and understanding to make you feel beyond pleasure; he knows when to go faster or harder with deeper strokes, or how he understands when your hands would reach for mercy only to keep pounding that one soft spot, knowing you're only chasing that needed high.

not toji though, toji fucked you silly. he fucked you on his cock ‘till he came. no actual tender care, only a pounding until his problems felt an inch better. of course, toji made your tummy rise, no doubt, but you've always desired more than just to be filled up and left for some booze.

megumi knows what you've been wanting, what you've been craving for.

the feeling of being young again. that feeling of being fucked like some groupie at a frat house, and it makes him smile even harder watching how desperate you were about it; watching those pretty hips roll back with every grind – wordless heavy breaths in his ear of how good he was making you feel.

of how much you love his cock.

the long strides made you speak tongue. babbling on how much he makes you feel, and your wet tongue that hangs out twists. panting out how much he wasn't like his father ‘till he popped a messy knot of spunk in you.

the front door swings open, and heavy feet trail off somewhere in another room.

“y/n! there's glass on the floor! clean it up.”

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dellalyra · 5 months

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i can't stop thinking about what toru's parents would be like!!! his mother would definitely be the energetic type and his father would be extremely calm, and their freak out about seeing toru getting married or adopting megumi and tsumiki and then coming to akio too!! it fills my heart with love

See I always had it in my head that Satoru’s parents were either dead/not around or his father simply married to create a new Gojo heir and it wasn’t a happy childhood at all. Raised by nanny’s and as a weapon/God rather than a little boy.

However - this got me thinking.

Satoru’s mother is the Gojo, all white hair (not only with age) and pretty blue eyes. A talented sorcerer in her own right, was married by the clan elders to a son of another noble family. She protested and fought against it - going so far as to barricade herself in her room at the estate, slipping out the bedroom window and sliding down the ivy on the walls only to trip at the last minute and be caught by a pair of strong arms.

The young man recognises her immediately.

“You hurt?” He asks, righting her on her feet with gentle hands.

She freezes and stares at him.

All jet black hair with a hint of soft curls and beautiful eyes, ivory skin and a slightly shy look in his eyes. His height towered over her, all lean and slim.

“I’m guessing you’re the one they want to knock me up, then?” She says, hands on her hips and glaring.

“I - um - if you’re Gojo Izumi, then yes, I suppose so.” He flusters.

“That’s me. You are Takahiro, no?” She says, dusting off the light blue skirt she wore.

He just nods, attempting a smile at the stubborn and brash woman before him.

Safe to say, a marriage that started as a contract between two families, ended in a marriage of love.

Izumi was all excitement and enthusiasm, high energy and over the top everything, a powder keg temper and a lust for a good exorcism. Takahiro was her antithesis. Calm, quiet, subdued and relaxed - endlessly gentle and warm without a bone in his body meant for anger or violence. Yet, somehow - they worked. Both 18 when married, Satoru arrived 2 years later. Izumi wasn’t overly maternal - of course she adored her little boy but her favourite way to bond was to train with him, or bring him along on missions. Her pride in birthing the first Limitless and Six Eyes user in hundreds of years contributed to that. Izumi, in Satoru’s eyes, was the fun parent. She did ice cream for dinner and ‘don’t tell your father’ secrets. Izumi, although an only child of the late head of the Gojo clan, was refused the title herself on the grounds of being a woman. So when her father passed (she was delighted, the cranky old bastard) when Satoru was just 3 months old, the title immediately passed to him.

Takahiro was soft, gentle and kind. He read bedtime stories and made cocoa with marshmallows and helped tie his shoelaces and kissed any rare boo-boo that he got. His father’s deep voice would echo in his bedroom, soft lullabies and words of love helping the young boy drift to sleep.

His parents loved each other dearly, too - they were the model from which he learned to love. Completely, and without hesitation.

That’s how Takahiro knew. The first weekend that Satoru came home from Jujutsu Tech, he seemed different. He had wrote to them about the Geto boy, his best friend and the RCT trainee Ieiri, and his third classmate - the future head of the L/N clan, a prominent, exceptionally skilled family shunned by the elders many years ago for their rebellious nature. The look in his face changed when Izumi had asked over dinner what each of his classmates were like, and he got to the girl.

“Taka, she’s a lovely young girl - fiery as the rest of her clan and exceptionally beautiful, her mother assisted me on a mission a few years ago.” Izumi informed her husband of the L/N clan eldest.

Takahiro saw the red on the tips of his son’s ears.

“What’s her name, son?” He asked, cutting a piece of the chef’s specialty chicken.

“Y/N.” Satoru replied, with a dreamy edge to his voice that he had only heard before when his own voice had first called for Izumi.

It was no shock when 2 years later, you came home with Satoru to the Gojo estate for a portion of the break. The Gojo clan was so different to your own, who were fiery, passionate people and were completely family oriented, Christmas was spent in pyjamas by the fireplace with spiced cider flowing and cousins fighting over which film to watch and parents cuddled up on the sofa with their brood between them, and Christmas dinner served with love after being prepared (between food fights) by grandparents and their own grown children. The Gojo Christmas had a professionally decorated tree, and a chef to make a Christmas meal, gifts exchanged neatly and primly.

At least - that was what you expected.

You didn’t expect to pull up in a private car to a beautiful mansion only to have a tall, elegant woman with shining white hair bound down the steps.

“Show me her! Let me see, yes - hello Satoru, move now.” The woman smiled, moving her son, now taller than her to the side to get a better look at you.

“Hello, Gojo-sama. Thank you so much for inviting me.” You say, slightly terrified of the imposing woman (it’s clear she’s where Satoru gets his presence).

“Nonsense, child - Izumi is fine. Look at you, you look so like your mother! What a pretty little thing you are!” She says, excitedly squishing your cheeks and almost vibrating with excitement.

“Izumi, dearest, let the child breathe.” A tall man, about Satoru’s height, slim and pale with wavy inky black hair and soft eyes and smile approaches.

You go to open your mouth to greet him formally.

“No, no - Takahiro is what you’ll call me, little one. You are my little boy’s love, no need for such formalities.” He says, voice deep and soft and smooth as chocolate with a smile that reminds you of warm winter nights.

Satoru begins to walk inside, before a voice stops him.

“Gojo Satoru! Get down here and take your lady’s bag! Gosh, what have we raised?! A feral bear?!” Izumi shrieks.

The evening was spent eating a meal, indeed cooked by the families chef, and sitting drinking mulled wine in a beautiful drawing room. Izumi informed you that your own mother was a year below her in school, although she went to Kyoto where your family were staunchly Tokyo attendees. Izumi and you quickly made close friends, laughing and chatting away and answering every question the fascinated woman could think of. Takahiro, insisted on serving you extra food, saying that you just need the energy to keep up with his son, who quickly refutes that he can’t keep up with you. White Christmas began to play - and Izumi smiled widely, turning to look at her husband who groaned.

“Must we, ‘Zumi?” He whines, so like his son.

“We must.” She nods and drags him by the hand to dance a slow waltz with her.

You look at them, as Izumi smiles widely, perpetual buzz of adrenaline surrounding her - wrapped in the arms of her husband - a soothing balm in comparison.

You whisper to Satoru.

“I love your parents.”

He smirks, shrugging.

“Meh, they’re alright.”

When Suguru left - and the elders were all informed what had happened - Satoru’s phone rang showing his father’s contact.

Both Izumi and Takahiro were on the phone - with all seriousness, Izumi asks if there’s anyone else except you and Satoru there. You say no.

“We know how much Suguru means to you, Satoru - now listen to me, if you can find him - if you can convince him to come back, everything can be dealt with. We can keep you all safe - the elders won’t refuse us anything.” Izumi’s voice is cold and serious - completely embodying the role of the Mother of The Six Eyes.

You both knew he wouldn’t come back. Yet, Satoru felt safer knowing his parents were behind him.

2 years later, a knock sounds out through the apartment while you make yourself and Satoru a coffee.

“I’ll get it!” Shouts Tsumiki.

“Thank you, sweetie! It’s probably just Aunty Koko wanting some lunch.” You reply, living in the staff accommodation definitely served your best friend well.

You heard the door click, and some muffled voices - a man’s deep rumbling, a woman’s and a child’s.

Drying your hands, you walk out of the kitchen to see who was there.

In the doorway, stood Izumi and Takahiro - looking very, very confused.

“Oh, hey parents.” Satoru says, poking his head around the corner from the living room.

“Hello Satoru, hello lovely Y/N. We were in the city and thought we’d pop in to say hello since it’s been several months. Is this little one a niece or nephew?” Izumi asks you.

You blink.

“Huh? Tsumiki? Nah, she’s ours.” Satoru shrugs, as you realise he didn’t tell his parents about the Fushiguro kids.

Takahiro drops his Starbucks.

“I - would you like to come in for tea? It seems we all have some catching up to do.” You smile, rolling your eyes.

After they settle themselves on the sofa, a coffee in each parents hand - Tsumiki sitting beside you and Megumi beside Satoru - Satoru explains the situation.

“They… live with you? You’re starting the process to adopt?!” Izumi shrieks, Takahiro looks like he’s been hit by a truck.

“We’re hoping to, yes.” You nod, smiling, holding your boyfriend’s hand.

There’s silence for a moment, and Tsumiki re enters the room with a tray of cookies.

Izumi looks between both of the children, shellshocked.

Takahiro places his coffee down, and smiles at both of the children.

“Hello, children - what are your names?” He says, calmly and soothing - exuding an aura of calm safety.

“My name is Tsumiki, and this is my younger brother Megumi. I’m 8, and he’s 6.” The little girl smiles.

You could visibly see both the elders melt.

“Well then, Tsumiki and Megumi - I am your Ojiisan, and this is your Obaasan.” Takahiro says, patting them both on the head with his large hands.

Somehow, by bedtime that night - Takahiro had coaxed Megumi into showing him all of his National Geographic magazines, the older man’s calm nature a nice contrast to his adoptive parents chaotic selves. Izumi had also learned every piece of drama and gossip happening in 2nd Grade from Tsumiki, and was truly blown away by the audacity of Kinju saying that Nami’s new pink boots weren’t that cool and subsequently uninviting her to her Monster High birthday party.

3 years later

Izumi’s phone buzzed with a lunch invitation from her son, a rare occurrence outside holidays and planned visits. So she agreed, vaguely concerned something was wrong.

A small French cafe was their destination, full of decadent pastries for both Gojo’s to devour.

“Mother, I’ve asked you here because I need something.” He says.

Now that piqued her interest, Satoru had never wanted or needed for anything.

“Oh? What could it be?” She asks, sipping her tea.

Satoru lifts his sunglasses, looking her in the eyes.

“The ring.”

She almost drops the teacup.

“Satoru?! Are you finally going to ask her to marry you?! Oh, this is so wonderful! Gosh, I’ll go right away - it’s in my jewellery box at home and if you warp us there we can get it immediately and return so you can ask her right away!” She spews, grabbing her coat and purse.

“Mother - I have it all planned, I just need it by Saturday.” He smiles, taking her bag and putting it back down.

“Have you told your father? Tell me the plans! How will you ask her? Should we get the ring resized? My jeweller will do it in time for Saturday. The ring was your great grandmother’s. It’s truly beautiful, very delicate and the sapphire ” Izumi prattles off countless questions, enough to dizzy even Satoru.

The kids relationship with their Gojo grandparents was different to their relationship to your own mother, Ojiisan and Obaasan were people they liked very much and enjoyed being around, and were very spoiled by. Your own mother, their Baba, was someone they saw every week. They had sleepovers with their Baba, or Baba came to stay. Baba would sit them both on her knees and read them stories or teach them to bake. Your mother, despite being younger than Satoru’s parents, immediately became infatuated with the role of doting Baba - every Friday night they would stay with their Baba. Satoru had been greatly loved by his parents, yet as two high ranking sorcerers and both from noble families - his primary caregivers had been nannies throughout the day. Your Mama, had raised you herself with the help of your own grandmother - your family were close knit, and no nanny or external caregivers had been part of your childhood, and so it became the same for the children. Satoru fit perfectly into your family. His chaos matching theirs, his warmth and unconditional love far more suited to a less formal and traditional family as he spent his first Christmas in pyjamas watching Elf alongside you and all of the rest of the L/N clan, he realised that was how he wanted to love, and to live.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #family formations extras #family formations

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 5 months

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hello dear. for the kiss prompts, may i please see ‘a possessive kiss in the rain’ with crosshair? 👀

hiiii friend, thank you so much for your patience for the wait. the muse has been extra fickle since October, but I hope this is worth the wait <3

Uncertain Tomorrows

Summary: Actions speak louder than words. Aka, Crosshair isn't good at emotions.

Warnings: blog is 18+; angst (it's Crosshair, what do you expect), miscommunication / lack of communication, pre-Echo, swearing

Word Count: 688

Chewing on the inside of your cheek so hard you’re liable to draw blood, you can’t help the way you’re glaring at Crosshair’s back. He’s perched on the edge of a high stool at the bar, long legs crossed at the ankle, twirling a whiskey glass between thin fingers. You’re supposed to be enjoying shore leave, the first one the squad has had in months, and yet all you feel is pissy.

Earlier in the night, you’d deboarded the Marauder with the others, all of you in civvies and in high spirits, even Crosshair. You feel like you’ve finally been able to get a decent grasp on reading him and his moods, and the loose way his toothpick had hung between his lips was clear indication that he was relaxed, ready for a break. You all were.

Apparently, Crosshair’s idea of a break is chatting up women at the cantina bar.

You’re not together. You have to remind yourself of that. Despite the mutual longing glances, neither of you have acted on your feelings, whether by mutual respect for one another or by fear of tearing the squad apart. So it shouldn’t sting as much as it does to watch him toss easy smirks at the pretty woman at the bar right now.

But it does.

Hunter gives you a sympathetic look as you finally decide you’ve had enough and scoot out of the booth. With Wrecker across the cantina hustling pool and Tech acting as his number two, the only one who will know where you’ve gone at this point is Hunter. Which also shouldn’t sting, but it does.

The moment you step outside, you’re met with a bone-chilling rain. Breath fogging in front of your face, you shiver, pulling your jacket tighter around you. The spaceport isn’t too terribly far, but you’re already beginning to regret coming outside.

Whatever. It beats going back inside.

You only make it a few steps, ice needling into your skin, before the cantina door opens behind you. Warm light and laughter spill out, inviting you back. Glancing over your shoulder, you grimace.

“I’m going back to the ship,” you call.

“I know,” Crosshair responds.

“You should go back in,” you say, turning to face forward once more, hunching your shoulders against the cold. “She looked nice.”

He calls your name, but you keep walking.

You gasp when a hand grips your upper arm and spins you around. Colliding with Crosshair’s chest, you glare up at him and open your mouth to rip him a new one—

Only to grunt in surprise when his lips meet yours.

Jerking back, you try to break from his embrace. His hands remain on your arms, though he lets you step back.

“What the fuck, Cross?” you snarl. “You think it’s cool to just—toy with my emotions like this?”

“No,” he grits out.

You wait, but that seems to be all he wants to say. Rain streams down your face, the cold an afterthought now with the anger burning through you.

“That all you have to say for yourself?”

His jaw works as he gazes at you, his short gray hair plastered to his head. Nostrils flaring, he looks away. “No. I’m—I’m not good at this. Clearly. But I don’t know—I don’t know how to—Kriff it! Can I kiss you again or not?”

All of your anger condenses into a single burning, molten dagger in your heart as you stand there, jaw dropped as you weigh his words. This is so far from how you ever would have expected this confession to go, for either of you, and yet the opportunity is here. If you let it go, tell him no, he’s going to respect that.

And you’ll have missed your shot.

You pull him back to you and kiss him. It’s a hungry, desperate, possessive kiss, full of teeth and tongue. Cold rain water sluices off your skin as you swallow his moan.

You don’t know what this means—you don’t know where to go from here—but Crosshair is in your embrace, and all you know is that you don’t intend to let him go.

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toska-writes · 2 months

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“Where the stars can shine”

Summary: the fighting never stops, and it never will so it’s in everyone’s best interest to find the calm moments when you can.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x padawan!reader (OF COURSE THIS IS PLATONIC)

Warning: none just so much fluff!

Word count: 1261 (not proof read but what did you expect)

Notes: IM WATCHING THE NEW BAD BATCH SEASON AFTER THIS! So this is my way of manifesting everyone being alright to end the show 🥲

The war never ended, nor would it for anyone who has endured it and its intensity.

One fight always rolled into another and nothing could be done to stop it. The only way to get through it was to find the little cracks in all the bad. The place where the sun could shine and the flowers could grow.

Or in this case, the stars could twinkle.

"This is already too high for me." Wrecker stated loudly hauling himself up the side of the Marauder.

Crosshair, who was currently under Wreck scoffed to himself before clambering up the side like it was nothing. "You never seem to have that problem when we're in the air." He quipped.

"Well I'm inside then." He whined finally being assisted by Hunter who had the small hands of Omega making sure he didn't fall.

You could only laugh at the scene, leaning back on Echo you could feel him laugh too.

"Who do you think's falling off first?" You ask with a smile that was masked by the moonlight.

"The real question is," Echo leaned forward, surprised a little bit that the top of the marauders could fit 5 fully grown clones plus omega and the Jedi padawan. "Who's going to be pushed off first."

You looked back towards him and in an instant you spoke the same word together. "Tech."

Speaking of the devil, Tech's voice rang out as you looked over to where he had an arm pointing something out beyond the horizon.

"-and if you look there you'll be able to see Endor"

Omega's eyes lit up brighter than they have been in the past few days, nothing seemed to be going right for that bad batch no matter how much they tried.

"Have you guys been there?" Omegas eyes scanned the rest of her family that sat gazing with her. The sky on this backwater planet was surprisingly clear, clearer than you thought it would be.

"Eh once or twice." Hunter shrugged it off with a smile as all that Omega could do was gawk up at her big brother.

"Thats an understatement." Crosshair added quietly from beside you. With a nudge to your shoulder he added. "That meat-head over there blew up more than half the forest and got us kicked out. For life."

"Hey!" Wrecker let go of his strong grip of the Marauder with one hand to wave it at the sniper.

Omega giggled giving you a glance as you could help but laugh at the exchange. "Have you?"

You could only smile at the found memories the question brought you. Landing with your Master on a planet you've never even heard of at that time. The trees the towered over you and the abundant shades of green that you didn't even know existed. The faint sound of your master laughing as you stared up from the base of the tall trees fathomed by the hight.

"Yeah I went once I think during the Clone Wars. It was beautiful there." You spoke, the smiles spread from Omegas face to Hunters as he watched you retell the fond memories.

"Well I also did kinda crash into a tree there but other than that the rest was beautiful." Echo hide his laugh behind you as you told the more embarrassing part of the trip.

"I think I did hear about that one." The ex arc trooper spoke out. You shoved him back slightly as your gaze returned to the stars above.

"Now if you all turn your gazes eastward you can spot the Orion constellation which should also mean the Canis Major is pretty close." Tech pointed upward now, his own eyes locked tightly on the stars.

"That one has the brightest star in the whole galaxy right?" Omega filled in, whether Tech wanted to continue himself or not he could only beam down at the girl, who clearly heard this from him before.'

You smiled also recounting when Tech probably told the group for the first time.

The bounty hunters came from nowhere that day, Omega gripped on the back of Echo's armor plate with tears streaking down her face clearly scared.

Tech stood above you the, a data pad scanned over you as Hunter tried to apply some pressure to a wound you sustained on your side. Wrecker and Cross stood around the group, the sniper's gaze fixed on the darken horizon beyond.

Panicked breath sounded out and flown into the barren night, as much as you didn't want to scare Omega more you really could help it. You were scared yourself.

"Do you see that over there." Tech took your free arm in his hand and pointed up to the looming sky with it. "That really bright star?"

You were pulled back from your thoughts with the slightest nudge from Crosshair who spared you a glance, nobody else seemed to notice his movements

"I want to go to all of those planets one day." The words were light from Omega, a smile still evident in her voice.

"You'll definitely need to learn to fly then." You added shooting a look at Tech who finally spared a glance at someone else and was immersed in taking pictures of the different planets and constellations.

"If you can find another ship." Tech said mater-o-factly with a finger in the air.

"Aweeee Tech." Omega did the only thing she could think of, huge tooka eyes found Tech and with the pout of her bottom lip you could almost see the moment Tech cracked.

"More contemplation will be needed for that"

Though Omega wasn't disappointed for long as Crosshair whispered to her. "That's practically a yes."

Hunter laughed now shoving Crosshair back into a lying down position. He noted that his brother looked quite different without his armor, but it was a sight he could get used to.

Opening his mouth Tech was about to defend himself before a snore racked through the air.

"Put someone else to sleep too Techy." Crosshair jabbed a finger at wrecker who still seemed to gripped the ship tightly.

You couldn't blame him though, and is wasn't just because of Tech talking, but you did insist the stars and planets were best to see in the late night. A yawn stifled through you, Echo wasn't the warmest person but the arms that wrapped around you from the clone seemed to do it.

"It's not even that late." Omega protested but her heavy eyelids seemed to contradict her own words.

"No no, we all can't fall asleep up here or it's going to be a pain getting down." Omega curled up into Hunters chest as he spoke. He slowly started to get up.

"One of us should get Wreck." Your own eyelids battled against you as you fought to sit up.

"On it." Crosshair was the last person who you thought would offer but as his leg extended you watched Wrecker rolled over the side.

His startled yell was masked by the thud of him hitting the soft grass below.

"See it wasn't even that far." The skipper shrugged pushing himself over the edge and landing gracefully with even using the side to get down.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes at the brothers were up to their old antics.

The chill air was a good contrast to the heated days that came before, so much fighting it seemed that it would never end.

Moments like these would always be cherished, and surprisingly Tech wasn't the one to get pushed off the Marauder.

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tenshiharmonia · 9 months

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I was browsing through the Sonic Unleashed tag when I saw someone who was making a tarot deck themed after the blue hedgehog's universe, and I must say, it kind of inspired me. So I wanted to give it a try and imagine what my own version of such a deck would be like. Not that I have the artistic skills needed to concretize my vision, but hey, it makes for a fun exercise. I mean, I've always been a fan of tarot iconography, and it just so happens that one of the franchise's main characters has a canonical interest in the matter (as Frontiers reminded us not so long ago), so it seemed appropriate. XD With that being said, let's see what I came up with. (Note that I'll mainly focus on the major arcana. I know that the minor ones are much richer in terms of meaning, but let's be honest, they don't stoke the imagination as much as their "greater" siblings. :p )

0 - The Fool : Sonic himself. Now, calling him a fool is obviously a gross misnomer, but the card itself represents bright-eyed and free-spirited idealism. It is the start of a new journey, which - you will concede - resonates quite well with the eternal adventurer that the blue hedgehog is. (Besides, it's only natural for the franchise's main character to figure on the first card. :p )

I - The Magician : Tails. This card is all about limitless potential, so the two-tailed fox was an easy choice (besides, as Sonic’s right-hand man, it’s only natural for him to come just after the blue hedgehog :p ). Learning from the Fool’s mistakes and experiences, the Magician works towards manifesting its intentions into beings, which resonates pretty well with the genius boy’s heroic aspirations and constant quest for self-improvement... Also, he is quite the tech wiz, and you know what they say : any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. :3

II - The High Priestess : Tikal. In tarology, the Priestess embodies feminine wisdom and intuition, perfectly echoing Tikal’s own role as the Echidna tribe’s voice of reason (even though nobody listened to her). Moreover, the Priestess is also regarded as a mentor figure, bringing to mind how the girl’s spirit acted as a guide for Sonic and his friends during their quest to stop Eggman and Chaos. Lastly, the Priestess is supposed to be quite knowledgeable about the universe’s secrets, which - once again - parallels Tikal’s ancient knowledge of the Chaos Emeralds and their powers...

III - The Empress : Aleena. I know, I know, Underground is probably a part of the franchise that most people would rather forget (except for its banger of a theme song). But I must admit, I’ve quite a soft spot for the way it depicted Sonic’s family (Manic, my beloved). As it happens, this card symbolizes motherhood. Both literally and figuratively. Since Aleena’s main characteristic is her status as both a mother and a queen, she seemed like a royal fit. :p Visually, I also like to imagine that the card’s illustration would take cue from the show’s opening and depict the gentle monarch, in her queenly attire, resting on a bed with her three playful newborns, highlighting both aspects of her character (I won’t deny that her design could enjoy a bit of a face-lift, though)...

IV - The Emperor : Eggman (featuring Sage). Naturally, as the Empress’ counterpart, the Emperor represents the figure of the father. Of course, they are merely symbols, so it’s less about their genders than what they stand for. While the Empress is kind and nurturing, the Emperor’s authority is harsh and severe. He isn’t devoid of affection, but he still views himself as reigning over his progeny, which I think echoes Eggman’s personality and the relationship he has with his creations pretty well. Also, he is at the head of the Eggman Empire, so he truly is the best suited for the job. :p

V - The Hierophant : Professor Pickle. Without going too much into the details, the Hierophant alludes to traditions, institutions, and to a certain extent, dogmatism. Like the High Priestess, he will often take on the role of mentor, providing wisdom and guidance. But he can also represents someone who is a little too set in their ways... All in all, I think you can see why I chose the professor. After all, he is an expert archaeologist who’s passionate about the planet’s many cultures and customs, counsels Sonic and his friends during their worldwide adventure, and who can be a little uncompromising on certain topics (like the making of cucumber sandwiches :3 ). Really, the guy checks all the boxes. One can imagine that the card’s artwork would depict the old chap enjoying a cup of tea and some (properly prepared) snacks while looking contemplatively through his office’s window…

VI - The Lovers : Sonic and Shadow. I mean, this is my tarot deck, so I can indulge myself as much as I want. :p No but seriously (not that I wasn’t serious, but you catch my drift), I would probably attribute this one to Amy. After all, she is the one with romantic aspirations, the one who yearns to experience the sweet embrace of love, waiting for her blue prince to notice her... That being said, instead of depicting Amy and Sonic as an actual couple, I like to think that the card would represent the young girl, bathed in a soft and summery light, simply daydreaming about her proverbial knight in shining armour. Indeed, the card itself is less about romance than fulfilling connections, in the broadest sense of the term. So the idea here would be that, even if her relationship with Sonic is not the passionate fairy tale she’d like it to be, it doesn’t prevent the two of them from sharing a meaningful and inspiring bond. :3

VII - The Chariot : The Tornado, soaring through the clear blue sky. This card stands for travels and freedom, so it was only natural for it to feature our heroes’ trusty mount. After all, it helped them discover so many new and exciting places... (As a bonus, I like to imagine that the card’s illustration would also include the three Babylon Rogues, racing through the sky around the plane. I don’t really know why, but I think it would be neat. I mean, in a sense, they do embody a certain form of freedom. A more abrasive and selfish variant than the one Sonic himself stands for, but still, it makes for an interesting contrast...)

VIII - Justice* : This one was admittedly a little tricky, but in the end, I think I’d go with Chaos. Let me explain. This card is about karma and retribution. It warns us about the consequences of our choices and actions. To put it simply, you reap what you sow. And I think that Chaos, standing impassively among the burning remains of the Echidna tribe, would make for an impressive illustration of that message. Because it’s also important to remember that the line is often thin between justice and madness, and that a righteous crusade can easily turn into a destructive vendetta if hatred and despair are allowed to fester. There is a time to punish, and a time to pardon. * Note that Justice (8) and Strength (11) are known to switch places depending on the deck. This numbering is the one I’m most familiar with, but feel free to procede in the order that suits you best. ;)

IX - The Hermit : Knuckles, sitting on the steps of the Master Emerald’s altar, contemplating the sky from his lonely island. Naturally, the Hermit represents the need to isolate yourself to reflect on your life and actions, which resonates quite nicely with the echidna’s "lone wolf" nature. This choice, however, carries a certain irony. Indeed, while the Hermit is supposed to be a figure of enlightenment, Knuckles’ solitary life has also led him to become a rather hot-blooded - and at times, naive - individual. In a way, it reminds us that maintaining some distance between yourself and the world can often be a double-edged sword...

X - The Wheel of Fortune : You’d think that in a series with so many casino-themed levels, this one would have been easy, but I had a surprisingly difficult time picking who - or what - would be adorning this arcane. Ultimately, my choice would probably be the Chaos Emeralds. As a card, the Wheel of Fortune naturally represents vagrant luck and the whims of fate, an idea that - I think - resonates pretty well with those miraculous jewels. Just like luck, they come and go as they please, and you have to seize them when they pass. And while they often seem to favour the heroes, they ultimately serve no master, meaning that they can be used to defeat evil just as they can help it rise. Their power will often shape the course of history, but there is no telling what awaits those who got caught in their crystalline spiral... Of course, the card’s artwork would depict the seven stones arranged in a neat circle, with the sharp ends all pointing towards the center, to mimic the appearance of an actual wheel. Incidentally, the center of the circle could be occupied by the sparkling silhouette of Super Sonic, to symbolize the ultimate and decisive power that the Emeralds bestow. Alternatively, I was thinking about having an image of the Phantom Ruby in this place, as the Chaos Emeralds’ sinister counterpart, a concept I wish had been explored more. In that case, the image of Super Sonic could be placed above the "wheel", while the bottom of the picture would be showcasing a nefariously grinning Eggman, emphasizing once again how the power of the Emeralds can affect the course of destiny... for better or for worse. (Of course, everything about this deck is merely hypothetical, so don’t take all those details too seriously. This is just brainstorming...)

XI - Strength : Cream. While this card’s name brings to mind the image of a fierce animal, it actually refers to inner strength, the force of the soul that manifests through courage and kindness. As someone once said, it takes a lot of strength to be kind. And I feel like there is no one better than the little rabbit girl to illustrate this message. For her sweetness and innocence hide a heart as strong as the mightiest of metals. A heart that is not afraid of standing against evil and injustice, but that will always choose to extend a hand to those who might need it, be they friends or foes. Brave, humble and generous, the little bunny is truly a shining example of fortitude. (Also, we all know what a punch she packs in spite of her age and daintiness, making her fits the literal definition of "strength" just as well. :p ) That being said, I must admit that I don’t really know what the card’s artwork could look like. My first idea would have been for it to feature Cream happily flying through the sky alongside Cheese while carrying an enormous - and adorably decorated - basket full of Chao*, but to be honest, I’m not entirely convinced... * One can even imagine Gemerl’s head sticking out of the pile, with an air of dumbfounded vacancy colouring his mechanical face, as if to say "I have absolutely no idea how I ended up in this situation, but I cannot say it's disagreeable". XD

XII - The Hanged Man : Big (featuring Froggy, of course). This card invites us to take a break and look at things from a new angle. So naturally, the feline fisherman was the number one candidate, considering how well his laid-back personality and tranquil outlook on life fits the arcane’s meaning. Besides, his passion for fishing provides us with the perfect excuse as to why he would be hanging upside down in the first place, having inadvertently got caught in somebody else’s line because of his clumsiness. :3

XIII - Death : The End. This one is actually deeper than it seems. Of course, the End fancies itself as an ineluctable embodiment of destruction, which already fits the card’s esthetic quite nicely. But those who know about tarot know that this card is actually about transformation and renewal, echoing the End’s role in the franchise’s narrative : by precipitating the fall of the Ancients’ civilization, it triggered the chain of events that would ultimately allow the entire series to happen (or at least most of it). In doing so, it also gave rise to the very hero(es) who would eventually defeat it. True to its name, its advent spelled the end of an era, but it also brought forth a new future, just like a decaying corpse will return to the soil and nourish the seeds that lie beneath... In fact, the card’s artwork would probably have the End’s moon form looming in the upper portion, while the bottom part of the illustration would feature a lonely flower, blooming in the middle of some verdant field (heck, said flower could even be growing out of the husk of a departed Koco, to really drive home the card’s message XD ).

XIV - Temperance : Mighty the Armadillo. This one was easily the most difficult for me to figure out, in part because I feel like there wasn’t really any obvious candidate. In the end, though, I think that Mighty would probably be the best suited for the job. As you can guess, Temperance represents the need for balance and moderation. It invites you to put a little water in your wine, and I feel like it resonates quite nicely with the armadillo’s character. Think about it, Mighty’s main attribute is that he is monstrously strong. Just like Equius Zahhak. He has to be extremely careful around other people, as even one single slip could result in him badly hurting those he cares about. Just like Equius Zahhak. Which is not always an easy feat, as he’s got a pretty extroverted and impetuous disposition. Just like... well, not really, but I think you see where this is all going. XD Mighty’s story is one of constant restraint and cautiousness, which - I think - echoes what this card stands for in a very interesting manner. Granted, I’m not really sure how to convey all that in a simple illustration*, but the idea is there. XD * Maybe having the armadillo rushing worriedly over to Ray - or helping the little guy up - after he accidentally sent the squirrel flying with a not-so-light jab on his shoulder, in reference to that one moment in the Sonic Mania animation (said scene greatly influenced my decision to pick Mighty for this arcane, so it wouldn’t be surprising)...

XV - The Devil : I actually have two different ideas for this one, so brace yourselves. :p - First of all, Solaris. I mean, a being of pure light hiding a heart as black as the darkest of nights ? Yep, that guy fits the bill like a glove. XD As a card, the Devil warns us about the dangers of materialistic obsessions, which could resonate with the all-consuming nature of the sun god’s flames. Not sure about which of his forms the illustration should depict, though. My main idea was for it to feature Mephiles with Solaris’ true form looming behind him, but it’s just one possibility (and even then, I’d still have to choose between the two different forms that the god takes during the final battle). Also, the Devil is usually depicted with a young couple chained at his feet, symbolizing his grip and power over mankind, so I was thinking it’d be interesting to have them be replaced by shackled silhouettes* of Silver and Elise, those whose lives were ruined by the flames of Solaris and the manipulations of his tenebrous half (alternatively, one of them could be replaced by Elise’s father, as it was his own obsession that kickstarted this whole mess)... * To represent how they are just unaware pawns on the fallen god’s chessboard. - Secondly, the Deadly Six. Now, I know what you’re thinking : "urgh, not those guys". But honestly, I don’t really mind them. Sure, Lost World’s writing was a little lackluster, to say the least, but in and of themselves, I don’t think they are that terrible (personally, I have a special fondness for the Zazz X Zavok pairing, but I guess that’s another story XD ). And more importantly, they would be perfect for this card. I mean, as I said, the Devil warns us about self-indulgence and earthly desires, which resonates so well with the hedonistic nature of the six Zeti. Truly, it’s no coincidence if the name of their group references the seven deadly sins. You have the glutton one, the vain and glamorous one, the one who revels in violence, the apathetic one, and Zavok himself is quite the epitome of pride. (And I’m not even taking into account their fittingly demonic, oni-like appearance...) As I said, though, I don’t really know which direction I’d rather take. Ultimately, I feel like the Deadly Six fit the card’s actual meaning better, but I also really like the gravitas that the fallen sun god brings to the table in terms of iconography. How can I put it, I feel like the Zeti would be better suited for the illustration of a minor arcane, if that makes any sense. I mean, the Devil is a figure that comes with a certain weight, and I’m not sure they’d be able to shoulder it. XD

XVI - The Tower : Imperial Tower, with the artificial sun created by Infinite looming over in the background. This card represents impending disaster, so it's only natural for it to feature a level from Sonic Forces. :p No but seriously, I think the choice is rather self-explanatory. In two different ways, actually : Eggman orchestrated the "false sun" battle as the ultimate demise of the resistance, but in the end, it spelled the fall of his own empire...

XVII - The Star : Maria. The Star’s message is one of hope for the future, so Maria felt like the best suited for the job. Her serene kindness and unwavering optimism certainly fit the bill. I mean, even as she was unjustly murdered by those whose role should have been to protect the innocents, her dying words were still for Shadow to not turn his back on humanity, to allow everyone living on the world below "a chance to be happy"... Truly, I cannot think of a better candidate to embody the Star’s promise of a brighter future. (Also, she spent most of her life in a space station, so she’d be right at home on this card. :p In fact, its artwork could easily depict the young girl gazing at the stars through a window aboard the Ark...)

XVIII - The Moon : Rouge. This card is associated with both feminity and deceitfulness, warning us that everything isn't always as it seems, so who better than our dashing femme fatale-slash-master spy to illustrate it. Besides, as a bat, she’d fit the card’s nocturnal esthetic pretty well. :p

XIX - The Sun : Charmy Bee and his two dads and the rest of Team Chaotix. The Sun stands for radiant joy and success, so I thought those three would make for a fitting choice. I mean, they are quite a lively and light-hearted bunch, run a detective agency, and even founded their very own band. Sure, they seem to be perpetually broke, and I don’t think that their musical performances attract that much people, but... what was the point I was trying to make, again ? XD No but seriously, the irony of having those three goobers as an illustration of "success" is not lost on me. In fact, this hilarious contrast is also partly what motivated me to pick them for this card. :p As for the "joy" part, I guess it’s pretty self-explanatory. In terms of visuals, the card’s artwork would probably depict Espio and Vector standing in a sunflower field as they watch Charmy flying happily in the sunny sky above them...

XX - Judgement : Shadow, standing in a flower field, with the Ark looming in the sky above him. Entrusted with the hope of an innocent soul, but turned into an angel of death by his creator, the black hedgehog is ready to pass sentence on humanity. Will he find us guilty, or will he have enough strength in his heart to forgive ? Damnation or atonement, it’s up to him to decide what form the future will take... Anyway, the Judgement card is tied to introspection, so Shadow felt like the best candidate. After all, his personal quest is one of identity, reflecting upon the mistakes that were made and learning the truth of the past in order to move forward and forge his own destiny...

XXI - The World : Chip and Dark Gaia. This one was a no-brainer. After all, those two carry the will of the planet itself. Moreover, the World is, as a card, a symbol of triumph and completion. The journey is over, and it’s now time to celebrate. But it also reminds us that every end is a new beginning. In a sense, it mirrors the glorious cycle of nature that Chip and his brother embody : day and night, death and rebirth, plurality and unity... Now, in terms of appearance, I like to think that the card would depict the little lad hugging an image of the world, in reference to that one panel from the comic, with the serpentine body of his dark counterpart forming like a mandorla around him, to mimic how the card is traditionally illustrated. (Moreover, in order to tie things up and emphasize once again the cyclical symbolism of a tarot deck, I like to imagine that on the illustration of the Fool - which can interchangeably be numbered as either 0 or XXII -, Sonic would be depicted wearing Chip’s necklace/bracelet, reflecting how the story has come full circle and it’s now time to begin anew. Really, Sonic Unleashed as a whole feels like it was tailor-made to illustrate that particular part of tarology...)

And it seems that this post has come full circle too. Haha, I hope that you enjoyed the ride. Some were actually trickier than I was expecting, but all in all, I’m quite pleased with my choices. Of course, there are still a few characters that I wanted to include but couldn’t find an appropriate spot for, like Blaze or Metal Sonic. But hey, for the most part, I’m pretty satisfied. Besides, we still have to tackle the minor arcana. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the courage to do the whole deck (as I said, the suit cards don’t really fan the imagination as much as the "greater mysteries"), but still, theoretically speaking, there is plenty of space left for all the characters who didn’t make the cut this time around. XD Anyway, it definitely was a fun exercise. I wish I had the artistic skill needed to materialize my vision, but alas, my puny words will have to do. Of course, feel free to comment if there is something you’d like to tell me about the content of this post. If you have a remark to make about one of my choices, for example, or if you’d like to share your own take on the premise. Who knows, my knowledge of the Sonic universe is not exhaustive, so I might have overlooked someone or something that would have otherwise been perfect for one of those cards… In any case, I’ll be more than happy to hear your thoughts. ^_^ Also, in spite of my fascination for its iconography, I’m far from being a tarot expert, so don’t hesitate to correct me if I made a mistake when talking about one of the arcana’s meaning. :p With that being said, I don’t think I have anything to add, so I guess it’s time to close this post. Once again, I hope that you had fun reading it, and to those who made it this far, thank you for your attention. Take care ! :3

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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This is my first request (so if you wish to ignore this that’s fine..) so I wish to see this hc: The bad batch having ways of seducing with their s/o and also wanting attention as well?

The Bad Batch guys way(s) of getting your attention and seducing you? I will certainly not ignore this :))

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader Spicy HC's - Needing Your Attention

Warning: Suggestive / Partly Smutty.... 18+

Hunter

Getting Your Attention:

Hunter probably has an advantage none of his brothers have. His senses tell him a lot about you about your reactions to him. He knows your heart beats faster when he uses a certain tone, he knows you come closer when he wears a certain aftershave, he knows your pulse quickens when he smiles at you in a certain way. If he really needs your attention, no matter the reason, he will use his knowlegde and his senses, mercilessly to get your full and undivided attention. Talking in this one tone you can't resist.

Seducing You:

Again, he uses his senses as an advantage.

Hunter orientates himself by the perception of his sharp senses, by how your pulse changes, your hormone release, temperature, smell. He knows very quickly, exactly which touches make you wax in his hands. He is very sensual and intense, wild and always exactly as you need him, because he can read you through his senses like an open book. At least when it comes to sex. He knows exactly which touches, words and smells you can't resist.

Sex with Hunter is an experience that you will never forget for sure. He is a generous lover and it seems through his senses almost like magic, how quickly and easily he perceives and knows what will make you reach your sexual high repeatedly.

Echo

Getting Your Attention:

He is sweet. Echo is real, not a fake charmer, his words to you will always be true. He doesn't make much of a fuzz to get your attention and somehow he doesn't need to either. He has a way with his voice and words to instantly get anyones attention, your's too. When Echo adresses you and you look at him, there is this smile on his face and you can't look away. He is sweet but he can be determined too, depending on the situation. But he is mostly sweet with you.

Seducing You:

Sweet, gentle, romantic- these are his key characteristics. He is so caring, loving and attentive, he will spoil you, he promises you the sweetest things and he keeps every one of those promises. He'll talk sweetly, close to your ear, his voice just above a whisper, his lips touching your skin, fingertips gently wandering. His gentle touches got you seduced in no time, entranced in everything he does.

He is a very considerate and attentive lover, you will never fall short. Echo loves with body and soul and you will feel that with every touch, every word and every look he gives you.

Wrecker

Getting Your Attention:

Most people might think he's got it easy getting attention, big, strong, loud voice.... But Wrecker is actually pretty gentle and soft at times. Outside the battlefield and especially with a romantic partner, he tends to be much calmer and softer when he's trying to get attention. He has a sweet soul and it shows in how he treats you. He is calm and sweet, especially if you are more on the jumpy side.

Okay Wrecker is big, he's really hard to miss and no matter how sweet he talks, his voice has a certain bass that's always going to crawl under your skin, in a good way. It's impossible to ignore him.

Seducing You:

Wrecker is handsy. He is joyful and vivid. He will make you laugh and pull you in his arms, close to him. He'll tickle you, make you giggle, touch you sweetly. Wrecker starts pretty soft and chaste before it get's hot. Your big guy is pretty nimble with his hands and mouth, soft kisses and delicate touches will calm you right before he dives in with demaning kisses and more prominent touches.

Wrecker pays attention, he knows what you like, what turns you on and he is not shy to use it all.

Tech

Getting Your Attention:

He is super polite and gentle.

"Excuse me love"

He doesn't need to be loud or extravagant. His wish to be close to you is vibrant in his voice and gaze, you can't miss it. The moment he looks at you, he doesn't even need to say a word, you'll feel it. Tech can never secretly watch you without you noticing it. He'll still try though, especially in the beginning of your relationship and right before. But you catch him doing it every time he tries.

Seducing You:

Tech is experimental, curious and open minded. He will find new ways of seducing you and giving you pleasure almost every day. He is pretty frank about it, not much of a charmer but still sweet and caring. He is straight forward with his words and touches as soon as he is comfortable around you. As soon as he is in the mood, he might unexpectedly come around.

"Do you have some time to spare, love?"

"Yeah, sure. What's up?"

He grabs your hand and leads you to the place he want's you. Cockpit, bunk, bedroom, depending on where you two are at that moment.

"I'd like to try something new"

He is going to undress you, after asking for your permission of course. Tech will always ask your permission for everything physical he does with or to you.

"May I show you, Care?"

Do yourself a favor, say yes. He is so nimble and sweet and careful and if you let him, he can be wild too.

Crosshair:

Getting Your Attention:

Easy, he enters the room. Crosshair has such a demanding presence, it's natural for him to enter a room and all looks turn to him. He actually hates that most of the time. But not with you, he loves your attention, baths in it. Any admiring glance of yours is like food for his soul. Crosshair doesn't do much aside from entering a room and simply saying, "Kitten"

You are fully focused on him on the spot. He loves that, sometimes he just does it to feel your gaze, to see that waiting, expectant look on your pretty face.

Seducing You:

Crosshair is demanding. You'll know the moment he want's you before he touches you, it's in his eyes, his dialted pupils, his movement. He is very skilled, nimble and sensual. His kisses are fire, his touches setting your skin ablaze. Crosshair knows every little thing about your body after a short time, he studies you, it's his goal to pleasure you so good you'll forget your own name. He knows which parts to kiss, wich curves to grab what words to say, to make you wax in his hands.

Crosshair tends to turn you on till you feel like bursting and keep you on that edge for a little while before he let's you fall into sweet bliss. On days he want's to make you especially crazy, he loves to pin you down, tie you up, if you let him, and eat you out like a starving man. Not without holding you on that bitter sweet edge of course.

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paperback-rascal · 2 years

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Okay okay okay okay but consider...

Crosshair, in a self-hatred fueled fit of desperation, attempting to remove his own chip and it, of course, goes wrong and he winds up with a horrific infection.

He collapses on a mission and gets left behind by his conscripted team. Luckily for him, the Batch stumbles across him—they were on the same planet, unknowing going after the same target.

Well... Specifically, Wrecker stumbles across him. He knows that the other Batchers don't trust Crosshair anymore, but... He's still their brother right? They can't just leave him behind... But, he's worried about how the others would react, so he sneaks Crosshair onto the ship and stows him away in the Cargo Hold, doing his very best to keep his presence a secret while also trying to heal him.

Unfortunately, medicine isnt Wrecker's area of expertise, which puts him in a bind: he needs to convince one of the others to help Crosshair, but who is the right person to go to? Hunter's probably a no-go, he's made his feelings towards crosshair very clear. Tech had the most medical knowledge, but he seems adamant that Crosshair is "severe and unyielding" and what if Tech doesn't want to help Crosshair because he believes the sniper is a lost cause? Omega also knows stuff about medicine, but she's just a kid, right? Besides, what if she tells Hunter? Echo is pretty compassionate, even if he doesn't know a lot about medicine, maybe he could help? But he knows that Echo doesn't like to rock the boat, so what if he refuses?

Crosshair is sick, maybe to the point of delirium, and the clock is ticking. Wrecker just wants his brother to be safe, but he doesn't know who to trust.

Wow, @ct-crosshair you’re one of those people that always keep me on my toes! This is an idea that could easily be turned into a whole comics ISSUE not just a comics strip! I hope you won’t mind me... expanding your prompt more than just answering the question.

I’m not exactly sure if that’s what you expected but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless!

It kind-of got longer than I though, thus the whole reply is under the cut/“read more”.

I think it would be more intense if Crosshair was subconsciously digging into the scarring at the side of his head (something akin to a tic?). He scratches the surface constantly because it BOTHERS him - it might be a feeling of tightness/itchiness or maybe he “sees”/”feels” a lump there and just dig his fingers at this spot, to kind of feel what is it, but he can never get “deep” enough to get it out.

He is kind of getting paranoid about it but every time he goes to medics, they just brush off his concerns as “Clones being weird for no apparent reason”(maybe the feeling of something alien being under their skin is a symptom ALL clones have post-Order 66?). Despite ointments, bacta patches, meters of gauze, even trimming Crosshair’s fingernails to the skin, the sniper’s fingers constantly prod at the wound.

I think the mission that kicks-starts your idea, had him being up-high on a sniper’s perch alone, per usual. During mission, Crosshair barely talks to his team (or they have to have radio silence of some sort, due to delicate nature of the mission) they don’t know the wound started to bother him more than usual (developing infection).

Since Crosshair tend to keep to himself post-mission, the team assumed he is just brooding somewhere alone, not bothering to come back just yet. So they are not alarmed by his absence also... they’re freaked out by his judgmental stares and remarks that cut just a centimeter too deep for their liking. With Crosshair gone they, themselves, can have a little breather.

Clone Force 99 are on the same planet as Crosshair’s team - they have the same target but different objective. However after the mission, TBB is stranded there because either/or:

they have to lay low for few days before leaving (most likely they weren’t subtle about their mission - thanks to Wrecker)

their ship broke down (thanks Tech’s chaotic flying)

they can't leave, because Crosshair's team is waiting/searching for the sniper and don’t want their position to be compromised.

I think with Wrecker when it comes to: head injuries, burns (he is a sapper with affinity for explosions) and festering wounds, he had plenty of first-hand experience. His first gut reaction would be "it's OK, Crosshair's not THAT bad, I had it worse" and he would try to help Crosshair himself with his limited knowledge.

I don't think he wouldn't hide him on the ship, tho - Havoc Marauder is a very small vessel, too small, in fact, to have any "secret", unused spaces. Every cubic centimeter of it is there for something all day, everyday (even the unused/cleared out corner at cargo, is the leave-me-alone space and it is... frequently occupied). He would find a decent secluded area (a cave or he would build him a temporary shelter for example) to keep the sniper safe... and to cool him off as "well, he feels slightly warmer to the touch but it's not that bad".

The rest of the team would notice Wrecker disappearing and appearing at random, but the planet/weather is super nice, so no wonder they all just want to be away from each-other as much as possible to recharge.

So with all that, I can see the sniper getting gradually worse, but Wrecker is in denial about his condition. Mostly trying to excuse it with the good old saying: it has to get worse before it gets better.

The sniper never was too lucid to begin with and treated the sapper like a hallucination but one day Crosshair gets WORSE (or Wrecker finally understands how bad the sniper got) on top of that weather also gets worse, Havoc Marauder was THIS.CLOSE. to being detected AKA EVERYTHING.CRUMBLES.ALL.AT.ONCE. so Hunter orders them to leave.

Wrecker considered, as a valid option, to give Crosshair back to his Imperial squad. Empire has better medical facilities than CF99 would ever stumble across and he assumes they had better medical equipment in the ship. However seeing how unbothered the squad was with their commanding officer absence, also fever-induced/delirium Crosshair was saying stuff that just made NO SENSE as to why the sniper wanted to stay with Empire.

So... Once Hunter comms Wrecker to come back NOW, we have to leave NOW. Wrecker decided to “kriff it! I’m taking him with me. What’s the worst that can happen? If Hunter leave me behind with Crosshair, so be it! At least sarge can’t sell Lula, because Omega needs it to fall asleep.”

All the way to the ship Wrecker is super gentle - it’s definitely not his usual sack-of-space!potatoes-carry but more like a wet-space!cardboard-box-of-sleeping-tooka-kittens-carry.

Hunter had to make split-second decision what to do with Wrecker just appearing at the Havoc Marauder ramp with Crosshair in his arms, but before he could even open his mouth to give any order, Omega sprung to action forcing the sapper inside...

that was like opening floodgates, with Echo being a first adult responder. But since he has just one arm, he pulls another person to the mix.

Hunter just stared at the commotion of everyone trying to help/stabilize their estranged brother. The whole mood was so heavy it could be cut with a vibro-blade.

Then, what Hunter feared the most would happen, happened - the emotional fallout.

With Wrecker thoroughly interrogated by CF99 and chastised for poorly made decision that almost caused the sniper his life and the safety of the team/mission, whole team, one after the other (not knowing about other team members doing the same), came to Hunter in private with exact same request - they begged/reasoned with him why they can’t leave Crosshair behind again.

No matter how many times Hunter said it was the sniper’s choice, no-one accepted Hunter’s reasoning.

Omega is making childish promises on how she’d help even more around the ship and do her homework better and eat everything off her plate at dinner;

Tech announced he “rethought” the whole situation that happened during the sinking city of Kamino, and now have several theories about the chips and one of them might just be an answer to the sniper’s odd behavior;

Echo’s at the brink of a PTSD episode as he himself was “the one left behind and then found”;

Wrecker being ready to just fight his way through Empire to get Crosshair back if Hunter let him go;

It was like talking with five stages of grief personified... with Hunter being also one of them.

Because deep down inside, he knew something just made no sense... but Crosshair’s decision is his own and it should be respected... right?

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #TBB #Crosshair #CT-9904 #Wrecker #Hunter #Tech #Echo #sergeant hunter #arc trooper echo #clone force 99 #CF99 #headcanon heavy #it's basically a fanfic at this point #CT-1409 #paperback-rascal replies to stuff

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lazinesswrites · 3 months

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I read this amazing Cody-centric wing-fic by @meebles, so now I'm thinking about Clones with wings, and - because I'm me - specifically the Bad Batch with wings.

What would their wings look like? The regs' wings would all be identical/very similar, of course, with the individuality mostly showing in dyes and so on. But the Batch with their mutations will likely have different wings too.

I want Crosshair's wings to be similar to the ice vultures', for obvious thematic reasons, but also because vultures tend to hang around in high places, whether that's sitting in a tree somewhere or circling high up in the air, waiting and watching. Good sniper traits. I don't think we really get to see the vultures in the show, but I assume they're white/grey, to blend in against the snow and ice and white/grey skies. Good colors for Crosshair.

The rest will be under the cut because this got away from me a little (a lot).

For Tech, I'm thinking common kestrel wings. I don't know if kestrels have any particular behavioral traits that would fit Tech, I mostly just like their colors for him. I did read a little bit, though, and what stood out to me was that the kestrel has multiple hunting methods - it does the usual bird of prey thing, of circling around on an updraft over open land and diving for its prey, or sitting on a fence pole or in a tree or even a bush and jumping on a mouse or whatever that gets too close. The thing it does that's maybe less common is that it will also skim across fields, very close to the ground, to pounce on anything small enough for it to eat. And maybe I'm reaching a little here, but that seems to me like a very resourceful bird which is also a very competent flier, and I figure that does fit our Tech very nicely.

I do kind of want to pick vulture for Tech too, if just to match his twin, but. I like the kestrel better. I mean, just look at it:

For Wrecker... Maybe something like a white-tailed eagle? Because. Big. And good at fishing. On a more angsty note, I'm thinking whatever happened to give Wrecker his iconic scar/cost him his eye, it probably also damaged his left wing. Maybe not enough to ground him fully, but enough that flying/steering would be harder for him, which is at least part of the reason he's still scared of heights.

Hunter's wings would probably be pretty similar to the regs', maybe a tiny bit smaller. I'm thinking something like the New Zealand falcon, or kārearea. Bird of prey, dark brown, fairly simple coloring (though still very pretty). According to the NZ Department of Conservation, there are three ecological forms of the kārearea: A large, pale 'eastern' falcon; a smaller, darker 'Bush' falcon, and a 'southern' falcon that's somewhere inbetween in both size and color. Perhaps the regs' wings are more like the eastern/southern ones (left image, I think), while Hunter's are more like those of the bush falcon (right image)?

Disclaimer: I actually know fuck-all about these birds, only what I've just read - if I'm mistaken about the identity of these birds, I blame the sources, which should all be linked in the images, though tumblr is tumblr.

Echo doesn't get his own picture (sorry, Echo) because he's a reg, technically, so he has wings like the left one above. I... am not sure what happened to them in that explosion, or his time on Skako Minor. Probably not very good things. Maybe his wings are just heavily scarred/damaged, maybe they're gone completely. Maybe he's got prosthetics for one or both of them?

(I'm just now realizing that the Clones having wings would mean some things on that mission to Skako Minor - namely, the escape from the techno Union's facility - would turn out slightly different, since they don't need those flying reptiles to get away when they have their own wings. Though maybe they still do if at least one (Skywalker), and maybe two or three of the people on that team can't fly (Echo, Wrecker). I'm well aware them having wings would completely change the mission to Eriadu in the TBB s2 finale, what with them being able to just. fly over there. and away again. Even if they do use the sky-rail or whatever, for Wrecker and/or Echo's sake, Tech would still have his wings, so... All's good.)

Omega also doesn't get her own image (sorry, Omega) because while she's not a reg, exactly, she's an unaltered Clone, which means... Well. I'm not actually sure what that means. I suppose that depends on whether Fett had wings, or that's something the Kaminoan's added? I'm gonna go with the first one, because I like that better. The Kaminoans may have changed things about the wings, but Omega will still have wings, because Fett did too. But that also means she'll have wings identical, or at least very similar to the regs' (left img. above), though maybe she'll have lighter feathers, to match her lighter hair. Also, since she's still (physically) a child, she'll have wings that look more like the immature/juvenile falcons', which means... less spots and stripes? I think? I'm not sure.

I'm also not sure when this whole thing changed from 'idle musings' to 'full-blown headcanons' but it certainly happened. Let me just go back and add a read-more somewhere. Alright, that's done. I'm not really sure if I'm actually gonna... do anything with these headcanons. I do really like the concept of meebles' fic, though - showing different relationships through the grooming and preening of wings - so maybe I'll write something a la that at some point, just for the Batch instead of Cody. Maybe some hurt/comfort about what the Empire does to Crosshair's wings while he's a prisoner? And how he has to learn to trust people near him/his wings again, and how his brothers help him heal, both physically and mentally.

If I do ever write something about all this, I'll make sure to link back to meebles's fic as the inspiration - and in case you missed it up top, or just don't wanna scroll all the way back up again (that's fair, this got rather long), here it is again: and the stars, like a loved one by firelord_zutara on Ao3, also known as meebles here on tumblr. Go read it, you won't regret it.

#Star Wars #codywan fic rec #Star Wars: The Bad Batch #TBB headcanons #TBB wings au #Clones with wings au #TBB Crosshair #TBB Hunter #TBB Wrecker #TBB Tech #TBB Omega #Clone Trooper Echo #birds #birds of prey #to the people still waiting for me to answer their WIP Wednesday ask: I'm sorry; I promise I will get to them #words are just annoying atm #I say; having just written how many words about clones and birds and bird-clones? idk I'm not counting them #if there are any mistakes in here I'm sorry but its 1am and I'm very tired so I'm gonna go to bed now #enjoy?

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ilovemedia · 1 year

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I did this before but I couldent edit it so ima just re write it:

Why tech did/should have survived the fall:

1. He apparently had THRUSTERS on his backpack which probably wouldn't be enough to fly him away but enough to soften the landing

2. Killing your autistic character in the season you confirm him to be autistic AND in autism acceptance month is pretty stupid and usually star wars writers aren't stupid

3. We have seen people survive worst like darth maul (who also fell from a great hight), echo, fennnic, palpatine, the list goes on.

4. High chance he just fell in some water or broke his fall on a tree

5. The whole phee and tech goodbye scene seemed unfinished on purpose like its gonna be continued and the camera seemed to zoom into techs face for way to long.

5. Tech also had a grappling hook and/or many gagites in his backpack that could help him

6. Hunter also fell from a hight like that was came out unscaved "oh but he had a knife" tech probably dose to or like a screwdriver he could use

7. Dave filoni doesn't do things on purpose. Most detailes aren't just for nothing which leads me into my next point.

8. Techs dealth seemed strangely ambiguous. Like with most star wars dealth we see usually end up engolfed in flames or we see some sort of a body but with tech, he just falls into the abiss with no indication of an actual dealth except for the googles (which could hounistly be hemlock lying)

9. Now the googles are interesting since tech records everything and hemlock gave hunter his googles, we can safely assume that some where there is some hard drive that could show tech surviving.

10. He is a trained solder and most military programes teach solders about how to survive a free fall and no doubt would shaak ti do the same.

11. Tech is undoubtedly one of the smartest people in the galaxy, he probably could cuclate the best way of survival while in the sky

12. Hemlock would obviously benefit greatly if tech worked for him, and since he recovered tech or what was left of him we can assume he would do some cool evil scientist experiments and turn him half cyborg

13. Denial

14. Even if he dosent show up in s3 I am certain (more of hoping) that tech will come back in another show since they left his dealth so open ended they could eseyly bring him back and no one would bate an eye.

#the bad batch #star wars #bad batch #tbb #tbb tech #star wars tbb #sw tbb #bad batch spoilers #bad batch s2 #omega tbb #bad batch theory #star wars the bad batch #star wars theory #the bad batch theory #i will never get over this #forever in denial #hire me

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stardusthuntress · 1 year

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you guys, there are WAY TOO MANY LOOSE ENDS regarding Tech there at the end....

(fair warning, this is another one of my longwinded rants)

"the only thing we were able to recover", his goggles...

which he records everything with... Hemlock knew each of the men and quickly caught on to their paternal attachment to Omega, do you really think he didn't do his homework and find out Tech records everything as a hobby? It wouldn't be hard to figure out. video files are pretty big, so why does a clone like him have petabytes of data? Oh, because they're all recordings of his experiences! gold mine of data, right there. Even if Hemlock couldn't access the files, the quantity, and regularity of how often they were uploaded to his personal data (I'm guessing after every mission or two) relative to how long each mission took would be a pretty clear indicator of what they are

so, what did they see? What did the goggles see? And what did the Empire see in his last moments? What recordings did they pull from his goggles, and what did they leave behind for the batch to find when they download his last recordings? You know Echo is gonna wanna see it. Or did Tech use those last moments as he fell to wipe all his data to protect his family?

they didn't recover ANYTHING from his datapad?

none of his tools from his belt? You're telling me the man doesn't carry duplicates of his intel?

and someone pointed out his goggles were UNDER his helmet... I'd like to add to that, that while that could explain how it survived since it was protected by his helmet, it also seems weird. The goggles mark the weak point in his helmet. His face is only partially protected. that visor doesn't really shield his eyes, and the goggles only sorta make up for that... why are the lenses shattered and everything else is completely intact? That doesn't seem weird to anyone else?

Tech is enhanced. The Empire, and that creep Hemlock, totally would steal anything they could from his remains, including his DNA - so like blood samples or stem cell samples or anything to help them figure out how to make more like him, or to make future clones even less like him (so like easier to brainwash)

And besides, Hunter brushed off a huge tumble down a mountain at the end of season 1. Yeah, he used his knife, the mountain, and the trees to slow his fall, but do you really think Tech didn't have SOMETHING ready for a scenario like this? Sure, this is still a little too high to really prepare for.... but we know jetpacks were even supplied if they wanted them! Do you really think he didn't manage to get a hold of, or build one of his own that could be hidden in that backpack of his?

the backpack, which he is wearing when he falls!

No parachute? Nothing to help break a fall? He already had a box fall on him earlier in the season, you think he wouldn't have something ready to go so that doesn't happen again. Whether it's something falling on him, or him falling on top of something else, it's basically the same thing. Nothing? The genius was not prepared to save a life in the blink of an eye? That doesn't sound like Tech to me

and the parallels to Echo's "end" at the Citadel! We only see his goggles, not his remains. When Echo "died" the first time, we only saw his helmet and Fives' reaction to it. We did not see his body. Echo survived a ship exploding in his face... a ship no doubt loaded with lots of very explosive stuff. Gregor survived the same thing, with a hell of a lot more explosive stuff. They built the clones to be tough as nails! Wrecker and Gregor take multiple stun blasts to drop! And you're gonna tell me the most brilliant mind of them all didn't see a way to survive a fall? While that is technically feasible, it seems very un-Star-Wars-like to me. This is a universe where people survive shit they shouldn't all the time.

Maybe I'm doing this because I'm in denial... maybe. Because I will not accept a Star Wars universe that does not include Tech from this point on.

But I firmly believe there are far too many loose ends here to confirm anything. But of course, they're gonna torture us with it for at least a year, until the next season comes out. They tortured us with Echo's death for far longer than that. And it's not like we didn't all start watching Clone Wars not knowing how it ends. Same goes for Andor. They're gonna use him to torture us for as long as they please. After all, the same man whose job it is to come up with Palpatine's plans is also running this show.... but anyways. Sure, it fits with the tragedy that is Star Wars, but remember how attached Dave also is to hope - it is the star wars catchphrase after all - and to loopholes? He brought Ahsoka back! Now that he knows how much Tech means to us, will he do the right thing and bring him back? I don't think he really realized the extent of Tech's importance to the fanbase, especially after the development he was given this season

What was that he told Omega in the cave, again? Something about we always find a way?

#spoiler alert #the bad batch #bad batch tech #bad batch spoilers #tbb season 2 spoilers #Dave it's on you to do the right thing now #dave filoni #are you going to fix it?#tbb tech

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sleepymarmot · 2 years

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Andor, episodes 1-3 liveblog

Episode 1

Is it really necessary to repeat his intro scene from Rogue One? I’ve seen the film, that’s why I’m here now in the first place!

“Dark Side Points: 200″

Can’t stop looking at the backgrounds and wondering if they’re shot on that high-tech video game green screen.

Me: Cassian’s sister(?) is very pretty :) Me a minute later: Oh, she wasn’t in the movie so she’s going to be dead by the end of the series, isn’t she.

Are they speaking a real or a fictional language? Oh never mind, checked the SDH and it's fictional.

Whyyy is this so slow?.. It’s been 30 minutes and like three things have happened.

Wait, that’s it?! I thought there’d be a cliffhanger? I was surprised to see 3 episodes released at once, but nothing happened in the first one. Maybe the three of them together will have enough material for one... This is especially weird after a vibrant, inspired non-Star Wars show I just finished a couple of days ago. Feels so empty and bland by comparison.

Looked at the comments on the website I use as a TV show checklist... All praise. WTF?!

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Episode 2

Oh good, the plot is finally moving.

These dudes’ evilness has tipped over into being comical. Krennic’s spiritual successors, I see.

I was actually getting hyped to see the identity of the mysterious man... Then his face was shown and it told me nothing. Am I supposed to recognize him?

I’m starting to suspect one of these overly eager cops is a Resistance spy. Because 1) they’re too flat otherwise, 2) the Resistance hasn’t been even mentioned so far, 3) they’re WAY overprepared for capturing a single street criminal. Maybe it’s the guy I’ve dubbed “Connor” whom I’ve been assuming to be the main antagonist? Would be fitting for that nickname... Plus, the camera draws a surprising amount of attention to how out of his depth and unfit for the position he is, maybe it’s “improvising and desperate not to blow cover” and not just “haha cringefail evil cop”.

Checked online, apparently the old guy is just the buyer, not some obscure returning SW character. Then why did they stage the face reveal like I'm supposed to recognize him? Just because he’s played by a well-known actor?

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Episode 3

The Imperial structures in the middle of the jungle give me stronger and stronger F@llen Ordеr flashbacks.

I don’t understand, what was supposed to happen when the noise stopped? Maarva’s tears made me think everyone abandoned the town and rigged it to blow up, but that doesn’t make sense and also didn’t happen.

Well, this is finally getting somewhere (exactly as I said above: the three simultaneously released opening episodes did the job that the single opening episode is usually supposed to do). Beautiful interior used for an action scene; a big action sequence that actually held my interest; the real story is starting at last. Nice parallel in the ending shots (which also echoes the character’s death scene in R1.) Now can I get the rebellion spy thriller that the trailer seemed to promise, please?

#star wars #andor series #blah blah blah

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elendiliel · 2 years

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Duty Before Feelings

This follows on almost directly from this fic, and probably makes far more sense having read that one first.

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“Well, I hope there’s a ship there we can steal,” Echo admitted. The Bad Batch weren’t best pleased by the idea that the “reg’s” plan wasn’t as airtight as they might have expected, but the rest of the rescue party were used to it. Echo had a gift for strategy and tactics, but he also excelled at improvisation, as did his twin Fives. No wonder they ended up in the 501st, then with me, his formal commander General Helli Abbasa – Hel for short – thought. In the 212th, they’d have been bored stiff or constantly on fizzers. But Anakin and I are also “wing and a prayer” types.

Wings would have been useful just then. Echo was proposing that they walk across a fairly narrow pipe that ran between two parts of the Techno Union’s cloud-level facility, Purkoll, where he had been imprisoned until earlier that day, to a landing platform where they might or might not find some transport. Hel wasn’t wild about the idea, and nor, in particular, was the Batch’s brawler and demo man Wrecker. He’d confessed already that he had a “problem with gravity” when up high. Hel knew the feeling.

“Try fixing your eyes on something straight ahead of you,” she advised the enhanced clone quietly as Echo asked the others whether they had any alternative suggestions, and drew a blank. “I find it helps with both balance and any nerves.”

She sensed his astonishment as he read the subtext and realised that she – a Jedi, said to be fearless – was scared of heights, but all he said was, “Thanks.” Presumably he could also tell that she was in no mood for discussions about anything but their present situation. She’d been right; there was more between his ears than he generally let on.

In any case, there was no time for discussions; the Techno Union’s droids might catch up to them at any moment. Anakin Skywalker, the team CO, insisted on leading the way, as usual; Echo was right behind him, shadowed by Fives, who had been practically glued to his long-lost twin’s side since finding him in a stasis pod, wired in to the TU’s computers. Captain Rex followed his most troublesome ARCs; the Bad Batch trailed behind him, then the rest of Hel’s team, Lightning Squadron. Hel herself brought up the rear, her Force-senses alert for any pursuers, her eyes fixed on a single point on the structure ahead – not, somehow, on her fiancé, Sergeant Torrent, directly in front of her. “Off duty”, she could barely keep her gaze away from him, but it was proving surprisingly easy to focus on the mission at hand – so far.

Which was just as well. Perhaps a third of the way to the other side, she sensed danger behind them, and turned to face it, elegant and efficient as a dancer. Great. More droids – the spindly winged androids the TU seemed to favour. None too bright, given that they weren’t using their wings to surround the Republic party, but armed and dangerous. And there were more up ahead, as Anakin quickly reported. Both Jedi instinctively drew their lightsabres, deflecting incoming fire away from the clones between them, but the team was trapped.

“I can’t get a clear shot!,” Fives called from the other end of the line. Of course; Anakin and Echo were in the way, and couldn’t move much without losing balance and falling. Torrent had the same problem. On the ground, this would have been easy for him and Hel; the classic sword-and-shield manoeuvre was second nature to them. But in that situation, she couldn’t dodge his shots, protect him and stay upright all at the same time, even if the recoil didn’t wreck his balance. They needed another plan.

Anakin asked for one before she could, and Tech, the Batch’s brain-on-legs, provided it. He played a recording that attracted a whole flock of the flying reptiles which had attacked them when they arrived on Skako Minor. They’d make pretty good evac craft, Hel conceded; as fast as a gunship and with much better handling, even if they were their own, independent-minded pilots. One by one, Anakin and the clones jumped onto the lizards’ backs, mostly two to a reptile, though Anakin had one to himself, until only Torrent and Hel were left.

“Go,” Hel said when her cyare hesitated. “I’ll be right behind you.”

For a moment, she thought he might insist on staying despite the laser storm still raging around them (thank goodness those droids were as bad at shooting as standard B1s), or take her with him, but he did as she asked, no doubt aware that she’d have no qualms about pulling rank or even using force to protect both him and – though he didn’t know her new plan – the others. She waited just long enough to be sure he’d made it safely to a living LAAT before moving crabwise as fast as she dared to the middle of the pipe. It had no support struts that she could see; with any luck, it would behave like a standard bridge or any other arch. And droids were pouring onto it from both ends. Good.

She had a lightsabre in each hand now, her own and her late best friend’s; the moment she was in position, while the lizards were still near enough, she extended Nahdar’s sabre and one blade of hers to their full lengths, raising their power to maximum, and brought them down on the pipe either side of her, carving through the metal as though it were cheese. As she had expected, the effect was like removing the keystone of an arch. While the buildings either side stayed up, held in place by other connections, the two pieces of pipe yielded to gravity, tipping the droids off. They clattered into one another, fighting to engage their wings in the suddenly crowded airspace, ignoring the Jedi falling with them, parallel to the ground, her limbs extended to increase air resistance and reduce her terminal velocity, braced to use the Force to cushion her fall.

As it turned out, that wasn’t necessary. Strong, armoured, orange-painted (except for the left vambrace) arms closed around her waist, pulling her in to sit side-saddle-fashion on a reptile’s back, in front of its other passenger. As she wrapped her own arms around her rescuer, she still felt as though she were falling, but from a gunship in the seconds before her ascension cable went taut, at the beginning of a mission, a feeling both exhilarating and terrifying. No wonder it was called falling in love.

“Is part of your calling giving me as many heart attacks as possible?,” Torrent asked, more affectionately than angrily. Hel suddenly wanted to pull his helmet off and see his face – and probably kiss him – but there were still plenty of droids around, and the ones that hadn’t been damaged in collisions were regaining control. She couldn’t take that risk.

“Not directly,” she replied. “I’d have managed by myself, but I’m very grateful for your help.”

“It’s not just me you should thank.” Torrent reached around her to scratch the lizard on the back of its head, as he would a massiff. “This one decided to come back for you. Maybe it sensed that that was what I wanted.”

He was half-joking, but Hel put her own hand on the reptile’s head, questing for its mind through the Force. “Maybe it did. This is ‘Ro’s area, not mine, as you know, but I think they might be empathic.”

“That makes as much sense as anything where the Force is concerned.” Torrent was an intensely practical man, focused on what he could directly experience, which didn’t include the Force, but he accepted it as being important to his cyar’ika. And he’d seen its effects plenty of times, having served under Master Kenobi before being assigned to Lightning Squadron, which was technically part of Anakin’s legion. He didn’t try to understand it; he just rolled with it. (Privately, Hel thought that was the wisest course of action; the Force could take even the most experienced Jedi Masters by surprise.)

The lizard soon caught up with the rest of its flock, outflying the droids with ease. Clearly they’d all had plenty of practice at evading the foreign intruders. By the time they landed back at the Poletec village the Republic party had visited earlier in the mission, their pursuers were nowhere to be seen.

The Poletecs were, quite reasonably, annoyed that the off-worlders had returned after giving their word that they would leave after rescuing Echo, but Rex and Fives persuaded them – with the help of Tech’s skills as an interpreter and Echo as an example of what they were up against – to turn their anger towards the Separatists, the TU and Wat Tambor in particular, and against the droids Tambor had just sent to track them down. (The advance party were easily driven off, but they’d surely take their findings back to their base.) Both men were still furious about their brother’s maltreatment. So was Hel. The usually-banked flame of righteous anger that always burned in her hadn’t quite been quenched when she destroyed the device Tambor had sent after them in Purkoll (Echo called it an organic decimator); she needed either a few hours in meditation or something to fight.

There would be plenty of the latter to go around very soon, although Anakin insisted that Hel should stay with Crosshair and Echo on a promontory above the village while the rest of the party joined the Poletec warriors in an ambush on the ground. She just bit back a remark about not needing to be mollycoddled, aware that Echo might take it amiss (he’d have been stationed alongside Fives if he’d been fit for close-quarters combat). It did make an amount of sense; she knew Echo even better than Anakin did and vice versa, and her two lightsabres, one a dual-blade, made for a better defence than Anakin’s single blade or even Fives’ sabre, which had two extra crossguard blades. Fives would be with the main assault, and made his twin and his sister promise to look after each other, though both he and Torrent (who would have done the same had Fives not beaten him to it) surely knew that was unnecessary. They were vod’ikase; they would always protect one another wherever possible.

The droids arrived just after sundown, and found the village apparently deserted – until Wrecker sent a boulder their way, crushing a few clankers and scattering the rest. The Poletecs, clones and Jedi seized the opportunity to counterattack. From her perch, Hel could see Anakin’s bright blue lightsabre and Fives’ cobalt blade slicing through both darkness and droids as they led the charge alongside the Poletec chieftain, even as she blocked every attempt to dislodge the snipers from their nest. Crosshair’s marksmanship was flawless, and Echo’s well up to his usual standard, even after months in cryo, using only his left hand and with a borrowed blaster (Fives’). One tinnie after another fell from the sky, not destroyed but too damaged to pose a threat.

“You’ve got pretty good with that third blade,” Echo remarked during a momentary lull in the laser storm. He’d been there when she reclaimed Dar’s sabre from his killer, General Grievous, but she hadn’t used it much until long after his capture.

“Thanks.” Hel batted away a few more incoming bolts. “Being CB for a couple of months gave me plenty of time to work on my Jar’Kai.” She knew Fives had filled him in on recent events, including her near-death experience at the hands of Chancellor Palpatine. She still wasn’t fully healed, but Master Che had declared her fit for duty, and she could be quite hard to please where her patients’ health was concerned. Alongside regular physiotherapy, Hel had used the recovery time to practise two-lightsabre combat, Jar’Kai; the asymmetry involved in using three blades at once had proved an interesting challenge.

There was no time to continue the conversation; the D-wing droids, as Echo called them, had been joined by a couple of octuptarra magna tri-droids, the deadliest weapons in the TU’s arsenal. Try as they might, the snipers couldn’t stop the virus droids making landfall and starting to turn the tide of the battle. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Crosshair, outwardly the least friendly of the Batch, putting a comforting hand on Echo’s shoulder, and smiled to herself. Not as tough as you pretend, are you, burc’ya?

Then her attention was stolen by Anakin calling her commlink. “Helli, we need to take down those walkers, fast. Do you want to deal with the one nearer you, or shall we?”

Hel spared a moment to check that the data spike she’d need for her standard plan was in her belt. “I’ll do it. Concentrate on the other.” Waiting only long enough for Anakin to acknowledge her instructions, she jumped across to the top of the closer tri-droid, attaching an ascension cable and abseiling down to where, for some reason, the TU still put an access port. No time to immobilise the droid; she’d have to slice into its systems straight away. The port was covered and the cover electronically locked, but a code cylinder soon took care of that, and the computer virus on the data spike caused a temporary shutdown of the droid’s brain within seconds of her inserting it into the port.

While she waited for it to reboot, she sensed, then saw, a D-wing aiming at Torrent, who was looking the other way. Without thinking, she seized control of it through the Force, tearing its limbs out of their sockets and dropping the pieces of useless, probably complaining clanker on the ground.

“You scare me sometimes, Helli,” Anakin commented over comms.

“I scare myself sometimes,” she admitted, just as the confused virus droid on which she was standing came back online and the other collapsed, thanks to the rest of the Republic party. Hers wasn’t as friendly or as chatty as Bruce, the first tri-droid she had reprogrammed, but he was willing to lift her back up to her post before striding off into the hills, away from both the Poletecs and his former masters, happy to be alone for once.

The D-wings retreated within a minute after that, bright enough to realise that they didn’t stand a chance without the walkers. Hel raced back to ground level, running straight to Torrent, who had just taken his helmet off when she threw her arms around him, a gesture he reciprocated in full. They kissed without even thinking about it, not out of passion but out of sheer joy at seeing one another alive and unscathed.

“Hey, enough of that, you two!,” Anakin called. “We’ve still got work to do.”

“He’s one to talk,” Hel just heard Fives comment to Echo, who had greeted his twin just as joyfully (though with a brotherly keldabe, not a lover’s kiss). Pushing aside her curiosity, Hel reluctantly let go of Torrent as they both turned their attention to tending the wounded and, if the Poletecs wanted them to do so, fixing the damage the droids had caused. (Beginning, in Hel’s case at least, by asking Tech for a copy of his translation software; she did not like working through an interpreter, and couldn’t compel someone to stay alive long enough for a medic to stabilise them with a language barrier in the way.) Well, that could have gone worse. Despite the strength of their feelings for one another, they had, for the most part, put their duties first, and everyone was better off for that.

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Mando'a glossary:

Cyare: beloved.

Cyar'ika: darling, sweetheart.

Vod'ikase: dear siblings/sisters/brothers.

Burc'ya: friend, "mate".

In British Army slang, to be "on a fizzer" means (or perhaps used to mean; my sources are all a few decades old) to be on a charge, which may lead to the person in question being "on jankers" (punished), CB (confined to barracks) or even "in close tack" (imprisoned). (And just for completeness, at this stage when I refer to Hel and Torrent as lovers I simply mean that they're in love with each other.)

#star wars #the clone wars #echo #arc trooper echo #clone trooper echo #jedi oc #original jedi character #wrecker #fives #clone trooper fives #arc trooper fives #original clone characters #clone trooper oc #anakin skywalker #fanfic #healing au

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MLWTBB: Master and Commander

Part 11 of the “My Life With The Bad Batch” series, a (mostly) canon compliant self-insert story set in “The Bad Batch”

rated: T warnings: descriptions of food and eating, implied self-harm, gun violence relationships: Hunter/self-insert, Omega & self-insert (adopted siblings), The Bad Batch & self-insert chapter word count: 3700+ words

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summary: when Hannah’s already hectic life becomes almost too much to bear, Master Gildish gifts her a new companion to help ease the burdens, as well as give Hannah a new friend to live with. however, the Bad Batch are not so thrilled with Hannah’s new robotic ally, which causes major tension in Hannah’s relationship with Echo and Hunter.

notes: welcome back to another episode of Drama Time everyone 😋 I thought about splitting this one in two, but I think it flows better all together; plus I really wanted to keep the tensions high for as long as possible. I won’t lie about shedding some tears while writing this one, but that’s pretty common for me in general 😝

A/N: this story has not been proofread by anyone other than myself. so apologies for any uncaught errors 😬

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Chapter 7: The Truth Hurts

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“Run it again,” Echo said sternly. His arms were tightly crossed against his chest, and his brows had practically merged with his eye sockets from how low they’d gotten. It was a look normally seen on Hunter, who was sitting next to him in an almost identical position.

“That won’t be necessary,” Tech replied with a sigh. “Running the scan for a third time won’t provide any different results than the previous two.” He put his datapad away and gave his goggles a quick adjustment. “You’re just going to have to accept the fact that this droid is exactly as Hannah described: free of any and all previous programming aside from pure personality.”

Echo let out a huff through his nose, and his frown somehow turned down more than it already was. He looked over to Hannah, who stood smugly next to Tech, and he gave her a harsh glare.

“I don’t know what else to say to convince you guys,” Hannah said with a shrug. “Even Bolo and Ketch can vouch for him at this point.” She gestured at them with her thumb, and both of them responded with enthusiastic nods.

It didn’t seem like Echo planned on easing up anytime soon, but Hunter managed to give a relenting sigh and shook his head. “Let ‘im go,” he said to Wrecker, not even looking at him.

Wrecker gave a nod in response and slowly let up the firm grip he had on the Battle Droid. The droid shivered a bit and shook out his arms once he was free. “Wow, you really are super strong, Mister Wrecker!” the droid said cheerfully. “I was worried you were gonna crush me there for a second!”

“Yeah, well I will if ya do anythin’ funny!” Wrecker replied, his face turned down into an intimidating scowl.

“Master Hannah says I’m unintentionally funny, so I can’t promise anything!”

Wrecker’s scowl turned into confusion, while Hannah could barely hold back her giggles.

In an effort to continue reassuring the others, Tech told them that even if the droid didn’t have his memory wiped, there was a very low chance he’d be any sort of a threat due to there not being any Droid Command ships in existence anymore. As far as Tech was concerned, the only commands the droid would follow now would be Hannah’s.

“I highly doubt Master Gildish would have even considered giving Hannah the droid if that weren’t true,” Tech continued. “He’s not a fool.”

Despite hearing that, Hunter and Echo’s expressions didn’t change, and they continued to look at the droid with pure hostility. Wrecker, however, seemed to be more curious at least. “You really helped Hannah clean this place up?” he asked the droid.

“I sure did!” the Battle Droid replied. “And I made drinks for those two over there.” He gestured to Bolo and Ketch, who raised their cups in acknowledgement. “I also made Master Hannah’s caf for her this morning and tidied up her bed before we came here. Oh, and I chased off a roach that was scaring her. She really hates bugs.”

Hannah nodded in agreement.

After studying the droid for another moment, Wrecker’s expression began to soften, and he gave the droid an approving nod. “Well, sounds like you’re takin’ care of her real good then. I’m still gonna be watchin’ you though!”

“That’s fine! I don’t mind!” The droid adjusted his hat and stepped behind Wrecker to start wiping down one of the game tables, blissfully ignorant of any other glares he was getting.

Now that things had finally calmed down for the most part, Hannah felt more at ease letting the droid out of her sight. Up until then, she was constantly worried one of the boys would try and take the droid down at any moment. The tension in the room hadn’t been that high since the Pyke Syndicate showed up for Roland. But unlike then, Hannah had much more control over the situation and made sure nothing was going to happen if she had anything to do with it.

There were still a couple of problems that needed to be dealt with though.

“Well, that’s three down,” Hannah said as she approached the two still sitting at the bar. “Now it’s just you two that need to give him a chance.”

“Yeah, not happening,” Echo sternly replied. His brows were still turned down into an intense scowl, and it seemed like he might never uncross his arms ever again.

“Well, staying stubborn about it isn’t gonna do any good,” Hannah said with a huff. “You both just have to accept the fact that he isn’t a threat anymore, simple as that.”

“It’s not that simple,” Hunter stated, his own brows still furrowed into a deep scowl.

“I know, I know,” Hannah taunted while rolling her eyes. “You guys are still stuck on the whole grudge thing, I get it.”

Echo finally unfurled his arms as he stood up in front of Hannah. “No, I really don’t think you do! This isn’t just a grudge, Hannah. This is about having one of our mortal enemies just walkin’ around like it’s nothing!”

“Mortal enemies?” Hannah could barely hold back a laugh. “Wooooow. You really know how to hold a grudge, don’t ya?”

Hunter now stood up as well, taking position next to Echo. “Don’t treat this like a joke, Hannah. It’s serious.”

“Oh, you think I’m not being serious?” Hannah retorted, firmly planting her hands on her hips. “Cause guess what, I’m very serious about defending my boy from all of you.”

“Your boy??” Neither Echo nor Hunter could believe what they were hearing and looked at Hannah in disbelief and disgust.

Then Hannah suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see the droid standing behind her expectantly. “All the tables are clean, master,” he said proudly. “Is there anything else I can do?”

“You could take a long walk,” Hunter commented under his breath, earning a harsh glance from Hannah.

Thinking about it, Hannah didn’t know of anything else that needed to be done in the parlor at the moment. The only thing she could think of was checking the refresher, especially since she might’ve made a little mess in there earlier from cleaning herself.

“Yeah, have Commander Clanker deal with the sewage,” Echo commented, not bothering to hide it like Hunter did. “It fits him better. Dumb droid...”

The hard glare Hannah gave him could’ve pierced through the walls. The droid, however, was ignorant to the insult and looked at Echo curiously. “Commander Clanker? Is that my name?”

“Absolutely not,” Hannah retorted. “’Clanker’ is a derogatory term, not a name.”

“Derogatory’s a bit extreme,” Hunter said, quirking an eyebrow.

Tech suddenly appeared near the group, startling Hannah enough to make her squeal. “Technically speaking, the term ‘clanker’ is a moniker we use for all droids, usually in a hostile manner. Therefore, yes, it would be classified as a derogatory term.”

The smug look on Hannah’s face made both Echo and Hunter groan and roll their eyes.

Then Omega appeared near the group as well, thankfully not spooking Hannah as much. “How about just ‘Clank’, then? That’s not derogatory, is it?”

Hannah let out a sigh, then turned to the droid. “It’s up to him what he wants to be called. I’m not gonna pick a name for him unless he wants me to.”

The droid had been pondering ever since Omega spoke and let out a thoughtful hum. “Clank sounds nice!” he said cheerfully.

“Alright then,” Hannah responded with a giggle. “Clank it is!”

“Commander Clank!” The droid proudly proclaimed, planting his hands on his robotic hips confidently.

“Oh great,” Echo lamented, rolling his eyes.

The newly named Clank hummed thoughtfully again, then looked at Hunter. “Hey, if I’m a commander, then doesn’t that mean I actually outrank you, sergeant?”

The immediate silence from Hunter was downright petrifying. His brows practically fell into his eyes, and his face began to grow red with anger. “No,” he growled, staring down Clank with daggers in his eyes.

“Ahh, you’re probably right,” Clank responded, ignoring Hunter’s hostility. “It doesn’t matter anyway since Master Hannah is the highest authority here.”

Hannah tightly pursed her lips to keep from bursting out laughing, while Hunter’s face continued to grow redder.

Tech leaned down to Omega and said, “I think I’m beginning to see why she values the droid so much.”

Omega could only nod in agreement.

Eventually, Clank decided to go check the refresher since he wasn’t doing much good just standing there anymore. And once he was gone, Hannah used that opportunity to confront Echo and Hunter about their bad attitudes. She didn’t appreciate how hostile they were being, nor did she think it was justified in any way. Clank hadn’t personally done anything bad to them, so it was unfair to lump him in with every other Battle Droid they’d encountered before. And he was genuinely trying to be helpful, which so far had been exactly what he was.

“And what if he isn’t?” Hunter asked, maintaining his stern composure. “What if something happens to trigger his old programming again?”

“Did you not hear Tech earlier?” Hannah responded. “That’s practically impossible. And besides, I happen to know a few guys who are really good at programming and could probably prevent that from ever happening.” She shot a glance over at Tech, who acknowledged her with a nod. “You’re worried for nothing, Hunter.”

“Well, do ya blame him?” Echo interjected. “Or are you still refusing to see it from our perspective?”

“I do see it from your perspective,” Hannah answered. “I’m clearly well aware of your history with those droids. But unlike you guys, I’m willing to give him a chance at a new life. It still feels like you’re just holding onto a grudge instead of moving on.”

Something inside Echo suddenly snapped. “It’s more than just a damn grudge!” Echo shouted so harshly, it startled Hannah a bit. “You don’t get it! Of course you can forgive him! You didn’t have to endure years of being shot at by them nearly every day! You didn’t have to worry about whether or not your shots were gonna be better than theirs! You didn’t have to watch your own squad, your brothers, get gunned down by them right in front of you!”

The look on Echo’s face as he ranted was devastating. There was anger in his voice, but it was bolstered by desperation. His eyes alone spoke more of the horrors he’d seen than his words did. Even his posture, which on the surface seemed proud, held a weight to it that Hannah could literally feel. Echo wasn’t just angry. He was hurt.

“You can try to defend him all you want,” Echo continued, an obvious hitch in his voice. “But nothing will change the fact that that droid was a killer. A killer who killed my brothers. And probably other innocent people too.”

There was nothing Hannah could say in retaliation to that. She already knew all of it, of course. But hearing it from Echo and enduring the pure pain he emitted nearly made her crumble to the floor. Her lip trembled from how upset she was, and she stared back at Echo silently, wishing there was a way to end the pain, for both of them.

“I... I did that?”

A voice from the hallway suddenly drew everyone’s attention. Standing in the doorway was Clank, cloth in hand, and looking at everyone curiously. But it wasn’t his usual curiousness. The tone of his voice alone gave away how despondent he was.

Nobody knew how to respond. It was like a dense fog had filled the room, silencing anyone who tried to speak. Hannah was absolutely grief-stricken and could only look at him as such.

Then the droid stepped a bit further into the room, towards Hannah. “Did... did I really kill innocent people, master?” His voice still held the same despondent yet curious tone, and he clutched the cloth in both hands against his chest innocently.

Hannah’s lip began to tremble more. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. The room remained silent.

Eventually, the one to finally speak up was Tech, who approached Clank with slight hesitancy. “We don’t know for certain the extent of your personal life before all this. It’s simply an assumption based on other droids of your model. Which we’ve had multiple encounters with on the battlefield.”

Clank took a moment to absorb Tech’s words before responding. “So... we weren’t allies then... we were...”

“Enemies,” Echo interjected, his tone still harsh as ever.

Like Echo, the droid’s posture spoke more than words could. His tall, lean frame slowly began to droop from the weight of what he’d heard. A soft, dejected sigh could be heard from him, and his head turned away solemnly.

“Clank...” Hannah approached him with glassy eyes and tenderly placed a hand on his shoulder. “I... I’m sorry... I didn’t wanna tell you...”

“It’s fine,” Clank replied, his tone matching the solemness of his posture. “I’ll just... be over here... if you need me...” Still slumped over, Clank dragged himself over to a corner of the room, sighing heavily once he got there, and drearily faced the wall, away from everyone.

Now more heart-broken than ever, Hannah slowly slouched onto one of the stools and clutched her hands to her face to hide her tears. It didn’t seem like things could get any worse.

She was wrong.

“Poor guy,” Omega lamented as she looked at Clank in the corner. “I feel bad for him.”

Without remorse, Echo promptly replied, “I don’t.”

That was the final straw for Hannah. Her chest began to heave out of pure anger, and her hands tightened into fists against her face. As bad as she felt for Echo before, it paled in comparison to her overall distress from the situation, especially now seeing Clank so upset. Plus, it was hard to feel bad for him while Echo was still being so hostile.

Hannah let out a harsh huff through her teeth and whipped her head in Echo’s direction. “Echo, I swear, if you don’t quit it, I’m gonna actually lose it.”

“Quit what?” Echo retorted. “Speaking my mind? Am I not allowed to do that anymore?”

“Not like that!” Hannah quickly got back on her feet to face Echo, her hands still balled into fists from anger. “You’re being a complete jerk!”

“Well, excuse me for not being sensitive about a kriffing droid!” Echo’s hand also balled into a fist from how angry he was, and he stared back at Hannah with the same hostility she had towards him now.

Hannah approached Echo in a way that almost made him think she was going to plow him down like a tank. Her voice was both desperate and enraged. “He’s not just a droid. He’s my droid. And if you can’t accept that, then there’s the door!!” She thrust a hand out towards the entry door before huffing in Echo’s face, then stomped away from him angrily. Echo remained where he was, but turned away from everyone with his arms crossed, clearly seething.

Once again, the tension in the room had risen to almost unbearable levels. Omega pleadingly looked between Tech and Wrecker, but neither of them knew what to say; plus, they knew better than to get involved. Hunter had different feelings on the matter though, and after a moment, he approached Hannah from behind.

“This isn’t going very well,” Hunter plainly said.

“Gee, thanks for the insight,” Hannah sarcastically replied with a scoff.

Hunter sighed before continuing. “You heard all that stuff Echo said. I dunno what ya expected.”

Hannah turned her face back just enough to catch Hunter in her peripheral sight. It was clear from her tone that she was on the verge of another outburst at any moment. “I expected you guys to at least try to act civil. But no, you went straight for the hostile route and never stopped.”

Against his better nature, Hunter decided to tread into dangerous waters with her. “You haven’t exactly been pleasant either, ya know.”

Hannah gave a look of disbelief and turned her face more towards Hunter. “Only because you two are being such jerks to Clank!”

“Hannah, he’s just a droid.”

If steam could’ve come out of Hannah’s ears, it would have. She angrily whipped around to face Hunter, her face quickly growing red. “He’s not just a droid! I’ll keep saying it until you guys get it into your stubborn heads! He is my droid. My. Droid. You don’t have to like it, but you do have to accept it. Period.”

Ever the level-headed one, Hunter maintained his calmer composure, but it was clear Hannah’s attitude was starting to aggravate him. “Does what Echo said not mean anything to you? I may not be as passionate about it as he is, but he’s not the only one who’s had to deal with those droids for the last few years.”

“I am well aware of that. And yet, Tech and Wrecker don’t seem to have as much of a problem as you and Echo do, for some reason. They’re at least trying, which is more than you two can say.” Hannah’s tone was downright condescending, and Hunter’s scowl deepened as a result.

“I’m just trying to keep everyone safe here,” Hunter responded, calmly but sternly. “And I can’t trust a droid who used to kill Clones for a living, even if his memories are gone. Especially around Omega.” He gestured to his little sister for emphasis.

Hannah stepped closer to Hunter, staring into his eyes with a harshness that would’ve instantly crumbled most others. “Do you really think I would be flippant about something like that? I’m just as committed to protecting this family as you are, Hunter. If anything, Clank can be extra protection now.”

Hunter’s eyes turned down into a harshness rivaling Hannah’s. “You are not givin’ that thing a blaster,” he said in a commanding tone.

“I will do whatever I want with my droid, thank you,” Hannah replied defiantly.

It was clear Hunter was slowly starting to lose his cool, and his chest began to heave in frustration.

“Do you remember what you said to me yesterday?” Hannah stepped even closer, only a hand’s length from Hunter now. “You wanted me to get someone to help me, yes? Well, there he is.” She gestured to the still moping Clank in the corner. “That droid is the exact answer you wanted for me. Probably even more than that. But you’re so stuck on your beliefs and worries that you can’t even see that.” She let out a scoff that almost sounded more like a chuckle. “Honestly? It almost feels like you’re jealous.”

“Jealous?” Hunter retorted, letting out a scoff of his own.

“You’re worried I’m gonna replace you with him, admit it.”

“What, that’s... you’re not attracted to him, are you?”

“No!! That’s not what I mean!”

“Well then don’t say things like that, good grief!”

Hannah stared at him silently in disbelief for a moment. “Why would you possibly even think that’s what I meant??”

“I don’t--” Hunter let out a long sigh through his nose and pinched the bridge of it. “Never mind, forget it. This whole thing is ridiculous...”

“Yeah, no kidding!” Hannah scoffed again and crossed her arms. “I feel like I’m back in the Prism Palace, fighting for my own freedom again!”

Hunter gave her a baffled look. “Seriously? Ok, now you’re overreacting.”

“Oh, I’m overreacting? Says the guy afraid of one little droid.”

“For good reason!”

“Really? Do you need to go back to Kamino and learn how to shoot again, sergeant?”

That finally got Hunter to break, and he shouted uncharacteristically. “Would ya quit with the attitude already? You’re just being ridiculous!”

“And you’re being a stubborn asshole!!”

And with that, Hannah gave one last angry huff before storming off into the hallway, towards the refresher. It almost sounded like she punched the button for the door before everything fell silent once again.

“Well, that really helped,” Echo sarcastically commented.

Hunter’s face twitched from how frustrated he was, and he turned back to Echo with a scowl rivaling the one he’d been giving Clank all day. “And I’m not the only stubborn asshole in the room right now.”

Like Hunter, Echo’s hostile scowl returned, and a growl erupted from his throat before he began angrily advancing on Hunter, hand balled into a fist.

That finally got the others to step in. Omega grabbed Hunter by the arm and pulled him back, while Wrecker straight up grappled Echo to keep him from attacking Hunter. And Tech planted himself in-between everyone as a human barrier, arms held out protectively.

None of them realized they were being watched.

“Huh...” Clank stood in the corner of the room, now facing out instead of towards the wall. He’d heard the whole conversation between Hannah and Hunter, and now seeing the scuffle breaking out between the Clones, he began to question his entire existence there. It was normal for families to fight, Omega had told him. But this was too much. Hannah seemed to want him there, sure. But he didn’t want to be a burden. He didn’t want to divide Hannah’s family. She’d been so kind to him, it only felt right to return that kindness. Even if that meant removing himself from her life entirely.

And so, in the midst of the commotion, Clank quietly headed for the door, intent on leaving. He took a brief look back at the Clones, who were too caught up in their fight to notice him. He remembered the holo-image in Hannah’s apartment and how happy they all looked together. Maybe they could be happy again once he was gone.

“Anything for my master,” he thought to himself, and then finally took his leave.

Droids couldn’t cry. It was debatable whether or not they could even be sad. But much like the metaphorical fog that had clouded the parlor earlier, a dreary gray cloud hung over Clank’s head as he left, raining invisible wet drops down his long, robotic face.

[next chapter]

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #self-insert #selfshipping #listen as someone with a large family irl #I am well acquainted with family drama #and therefore must pass on what I have endured #aka I'm not sorry LOL #star warz #my storiez

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may i request just a short bit where the batch (all five) is taking reader and they’re all being super lovey and sweet and going like “we love you, we love you” as they take care of her :)

yesss!! here's some tenderness with the boys. female reader<3

Finding a lover is a challenging task; there is so much dirt to shovel through, so many dull dates, and awkward moments with strangers. The last place you ever thought you find one is in the GAR, but it seems that the Maker is rooting for you, as they blessed you with five partners. Yes, five - five men who love you unconditionally, who worship the ground that you walk on, who hold you high and mighty whilst showing you off to the galaxy.

Every day with them is unreal, like you're living some kind of fantasy. There are times when it'll be just one on one, you and one of your boys, and other times when more will be involved. As of right now, you're totally spoilt, a true pillow princess with five men filling you over and over, not leaving a single area of your body untouched.

You've lost count of how many orgasms you've already had, and which of your boys is yet to have their second release. Hunter has just finished slipping his softening cock from you; he lies back on the bed with a sigh, and mutters, "keep her busy, boys," whilst he catches his breath.

"With pleasure," Wrecker nods. He's straight between your thighs, introducing his tongue to your clit. Wrecker's admitted before that his favourite place in the entire galaxy is between your thighs, but with his mouth, followed by his cock. He'll have you climaxing multiple times from his tongue alone before he even considers slipping a finger into you, let alone his length.

Your breathy moans are instantly muffled as Echo catches his lips with yours, kissing you tenderly. He's so sweet, kind and gentle, a heavy contrast against the man who is currently sucking your nipples. Crosshair flicks between them, massaging them at the same time. You're so over-stimulated, breathless and exhausted, but there's a permanent fire burning in your chest, and you won't stop mingling with these men until you pass out, or until one of them decides to let you rest (usually Tech.)

Speaking of Tech, he's currently leaving purple marks along your collarbone, adding his own to the collection of bruises that your boys have left throughout tonight. Some are fading, marks from previous sessions, and Tech wants to top up his fading hickey.

Wrecker does something to you, you're not entirely sure what it was, given your hazy and debauched state, but it causes you to break your kiss with Echo to let out a whimper. You can overhear Wrecker chuckling between your thighs, followed by Crosshair commenting, "such a pretty sound."

"All for us, isn't it, mesh'la?" Echo asks. You weakly nod against his lips.

"Speak up for us, dear. Not everyone is fortunate enough to be kissing you, right now," Tech chimes in, peering up at you through his tinted lenses.

"They're all for you, and you only," you blurt out. You're met with four lovestruck pairs of eyes, followed by a fifth pair as Hunter respawns.

"You spoil us. You know that, right?" Hunter chimes in. He kneels down beside Wrecker, and kisses along your hipbone before speaking up again. "And you mean everything to us."

"Everything," Wrecker reiterates. "You have no idea..." he laughs, and plants a tender kiss to your inner thigh.

"I have attempted to find the correct words to describe how we feel about you, but nothing quite expresses it correctly," Tech mutters against your neck, kissing over the sea of love marks.

"Not to get all mushy, but you're ours, and ours only. We wouldn't want it any other way," Crosshair perks up. His hands trail along the curve of your breast before his lips return to your nipples, still switching between them.

"We're going to do everything we can to make you feel loved and appreciated, cyar'ika," Echo comments. He tenderly kisses your forehead, followed by the tip of your nose.

"And we're going to do that now by getting one more orgasm out of you, if you can manage it?" Hunter suggests. His gaze is locked onto yours whilst he continues kissing over your hips, awaiting your reply.

With a shaky breath, you nod in agreement. "Please," you stutter. "Take as many as you want," you sigh, feeling welcomingly overwhelmed as your boys continue stimulating you.

"Atta girl," Hunter smiles.

"Our girl," Wrecker adds. "Now, where was I?" he says with a chuckle, and returns his lips to your clit, drawing that final orgasm of the night out of you. That is, if you crash out after this one, and even if you do, each and every one of them will be here to clean you up, hold you tenderly, and remind you of how loved you are.

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How would the bad batch react to having a shy s/o?

Omigosh I squealed when I got this!!! I love these kind of asks! Thank you!!! I spent so long writing this, I haven't proof read it. 😬

Bad Batch Reacting to Shy Significant Other (s/o)

Tech

I feel like it's fanon that flirting goes right over Tech's head even when it's explicitly like "hey tech you're hot". And honestly, I see it. So with that in mind, it takes an even longer spell of mutual pining than usual before feelings are confessed and relationship is established. But to save you from that 100K word torture, we'll go for an established relationship here.

Tech finds his s/o's shy nature a really nice contrast to his loud abrasive brothers. It's honestly like a breath of fresh air to him. When he wants peace and quite, he always goes to his s/o.

Having said that, his s/o is also a fantastic listener, so sometimes he'll run up to them super excited and giddy with information. Unlike his brothers, his s/o has the time to listen.

Having a shy s/o also helps Tech develop much better social skills. He gets so much better at reading body language since sometimes his s/o is either too shy or too content to listen to his voice to interrupt him when they're tired or sick.

He doesn't really dot over his s/o but Tech definitely loves to just be in their presence.

The only time his s/o is really loud is when they're super proud. Tech will build something in record time that saves the team and his s/o would be like "YEAH! THAT'S MY MAN!" and plant a phat kiss on his lips in front of all his brothers. Both Tech and s/o immediately go silent and wide eyed as the adrenaline fades and his s/o realises they have an audience. Tech's face would glow a gorgeous red while his s/o smiles shyly at everyone as they laugh at their enthusiasm.

Hunter

Again with Hunter, and really all the boys I reckon, his s/o's shyness is a really sweet relief from the high volume he deals with on a regular basis.

What Hunter loves about his s/o, is they often express their love through just helping out and doing anything they can to make Hunter's job a little easier. There's a wordless exchange of just Hunter and his s/o looking after each other and loving each other through acts and service. Kind of like an "actions speak louder then words thing".

His s/o’s not quite so bold as to explicitly say how much they love him, and they're not always confident enough to initiate any physical affection, but Hunter knows. He knows what it means and it does not go unappreciated.

S/o's shy nature also seems to draw Omega's curiosity. Over time, it's actually Meg who ends up bringing Hunter's s/o out of their shell a little more which he finds so sweet. He loves that those two get along so well.

I think Hunter would also be a lot more protective over a shy s/o as well. He would also very quickly learn to be more gentle.

The moments in between chaotic missions when his s/o just plays with his hair gives Hunter life.

Wrecker

OH MY GOODNESS! He's Like So GeNtLe???

Sometimes he might tease his s/o a little "awww you're not gonna go all shy on me again are ya?!!". But he honestly thinks it's so cute.

Wrecker is a pretty giving guy, so I feel like he would always be showering his s/o with compliments but just never expecting them back.

Until one day his s/o does compliment him back and he just lights up and lets out a hoot of laughter as he picks them off their feet and squeezes them in a tight hug which makes his s/o giggle.

I kind of see him being as gentle with his s/o as he is with Omega.

He's always so encouraging. Whether his s/o wants to try new things like going out dancing or just stay in the Marauder and have a snuggled up holovid night, Wrecker is always onboard.

Now, usually Wrecker is quite loud but, whenever his s/o talks, he just goes so quiet. He loves the sound of his s/o's voice and doesn't want to miss it.

He also loves cuddles. Sometimes his s/o is too shy to ask, but when they just stand in front of his bunk silently, he knows it's a silent request for cuddles. He'll scoop them up and wrap them with love.

Echo

I think being the only reg in the bad batch would make Echo feel kind of lonely sometimes. He's different from the regs but also from tbb. So with that in mind, I think Echo would find great comfort and companionship in a s/o.

His shy s/o is such a good listener and becomes his confidant.

Echo's character has also given me shy vibes from time to time so I feel like there might be some similarities of character?

I think Echo is also quite good at reading people and emotion so often he just knows when his s/o is sad/tired/sick/etc. which is good since his s/o is sometimes too shy to divert any attention to themselves.

Echo often seems to put on a bit of a tough guy persona to fit in with the bad batch, but with his s/o, that all fades away. His s/o's genuine attitude encourages him to be himself again. Sometimes he'll act similar to how he was before the citadel.

He speaks softer and seems happier with his s/o.

I think both Echo and his s/o would also be quite reserved and shy with physical affection. Their relationship is probably predominately emotional. But every now and then, they share little kisses on the cheeks or a peck on the lips. And honestly? Echo couldn't ask for anything better.

Crosshair

Crosshair has always been more of an introvert, so being in a relationship was never going to be a smooth transition. I think at first Crosshair would find his s/o's shyness annoying. But their gentle demeanor would grow on him over time. (This is before they were together).

Eventually he'd find himself spending more and more time with his s/o, enjoying being in their presence as he writes reports or cleans his blaster. And before he knows it he's got this (kinda nice feeling?) weird feeling in his stomach and actually even stumbled over his words once when speaking to them.

Once they finally get together, I feel like (similar to Hunter) he would be super protective of his s/o too.

Crosshair also isn't much for words, so when he wants his s/o's attention he'll kind of like h o v e r . Which his s/o finds so cute.

Eventually though, he'll run out of patience if his s/o doesn't respond so he'll just start getting really snuggly and touchy until his s/o finally caves and gives him attention.

His expressions and voice are always softer towards his s/o. His brothers notice but know better than to bring it up.

~ Sister

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