#Alt. Prompt: “You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen.”

[stardustloki]

Not without me.

When some visitors show up on Pabu in their shiny space-yacht, Omega isn't expecting it to mark the end of her settled life there.

Unfortunately, they want to take her newest brother, former Jedi Padawan Cal Kestis, on their mission to restore the Jedi Order.

If he has to go, Omega doesn't intend to let him go alone. -

(A continuation of my TBB and Fallen Order Crossover. Context probably not necessary, but if you want you can read the first and second parts.)

Tags: Gen, Omega & Cal Kestis, Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Omega's abandonment fears vs Cal's Order 66 trauma: fight!, @summer-of-bad-batch

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Read it below the cut or on ao3 here.

Omega pushed open her brother’s door, probably with more force than necessary given how hard it slammed into the wall, but she found she didn’t much care. Ever since Phee’s new 'friends' had shown up in their shiny space-yacht this morning, asking to speak to Cal in private, people had been keeping stuff from her. It was like everyone had decided to treat her like she was ten again, and she’d kriffing had it. So, here she was, in his doorway, going to get answers. 

“Are you ever planning on knocking?” Cal asked, the familiar resignation clear in his voice. Well, he wasn’t yelling at her to get out his room at least, so that was promising. He turned to face her, one eyebrow cocked as he dropped the shirt he’d been shoving into his backpack in order to fold his arms.

Wait… why were all his clothes dumped on his bed? Omega felt something in her chest turn to ice as she ignored his question. “You’re going with them, aren’t you?”

Cal sighed, wiping a hand across his face as she gritted her teeth and fixed him with her strongest glare. Anger, it was definitely anger she was feeling, not terror, not the ground suddenly disappearing out from under her feet.

“Yes,” he said, and maybe she would care more about how conflicted he looked if she felt like she remembered how to breathe.

"When were you planning on telling me this? When you were already in hyperspace?" Incredulous fury was bubbling up inside of her, but why try to calm it when he had clearly almost finished packing and hadn't even bothered to tell her first. He was just gonna leave them, without even discussing it.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you," Cal replied, grimacing. "And I wouldn't have just gone into space without telling you first. But yeah... I am going with them.”

“Why!?”

He dropped down onto the bed, sitting atop his strewn clothes, and grimaced. “Cere and Greez are looking to rebuild the Jedi Order, and they need me to help. They won’t be able to succeed without my powers.”

Omega almost gaped at him. He barely knew these people, how could he know if they could be trusted? And he was planning on leaving their family to go on a suicide mission? “But you were a padawan. Surely they could get someone better, a proper Jedi, they don’t need to use you!”

Cal’s expression darkened, his jaw setting. “Yes, because there are so many Jedi Masters left to choose from now. You can barely move for them. As soon as you turn up on a new planet, there are five there to greet you personally. Have you forgotten the Empire slaughtered my people?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” she snapped, suddenly wanting to burst into tears. She folded her arms.

“Whatever,” Cal said, turning to shove more of his clothes into his backpack.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

He was silent for a moment as he continued packing his bag, still not looking at her. Finally, he spoke. “I have to do this Omega. The Jedi were my family. Everything I knew, everything I cared about was destroyed. If there’s any chance of getting it back, I have to take it.”

“But,” Omega said, feeling everything falling apart around her, feeling like she was eleven, standing in front on Echo on Coruscant again, as he told her he was leaving the Batch to go help other Clones instead, “we’re your family too.”

Cal stilled. “I know. And you guys have been… you guys have been the best. But I can’t sit here, relaxing on the beach, pretending like I don’t know what the Empire did to my people. I can’t stay here knowing there might be a way for us to live on.”

“Okay,” Omega said quietly, anger draining out of her as resignation swept in. “Okay.”

She slumped down on the bed beside him, and he wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close. Thankfully, this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened, not if she had anything to do about it.

When he let her go she twisted to face him, her voice filled with new purpose. “If you’re going, I’m coming with you. You need back-up and the others are retired. Plus, Pabu’s getting kinda boring anyway, I sort of miss people shooting at me. ”

“No,” Cal said, voice flat. “The others would kill me.”

“Excuse me, we both know I am more than capable of defending myself. I can handle whatever situations you guys get yourselves into. Wherever you go swinging your lightsaber into, I’m gonna be there to get you out.” And I’m probably gonna be right beside you shooting stormtroopers, she added internally, but best not to bring that part up first.

“Omega, you’re fifteen.”

If she could have rolled her eyes any further they would have been in the back of her head. She huffed. There were many good things about Pabu, and a few things that kinda sucked, but the worst, the absolute worst, was that somehow the adults had convinced Hunter and the others that anyone under the age of eighteen was incredibly fragile, and should be kept overly protected and never allowed to do anything adventurous or interesting ever. **

Her clone-brothers also completely ignored her when she pointed out that there was one rule for her, another rule for them, because technically, if you didn’t count their triple-enhanced ageing, they were all ‘minors’, Cal was the only one of them who was actually eighteen. What's more, when she tried to tell other people that her ‘older brothers’, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Crosshair, were actually younger than her no one ever listened.

It was infuriating.

“I was getting shot at and scamming Imps out of credits when I was twelve, how is this any different?”

“Hmm, good luck arguing that,” Cal said, completely nonplussed, adding another pair of socks to his bag.

“I’m gonna argue it over the comms when I’m already on the ship,” Omega replied, shrugging, as she leapt up off the bed. “When are you leaving?”

Cal sighed. “In twenty minutes - Greez admitted he doesn’t want to stay anywhere too long because he thinks the Haxion Brood might be on his tail for gambling debts, and he wants to be gone before they arrive.”

This latter part almost gave Omega pause, but then she figured that if a load of bounty hunters did descend on Pabu, despite the fact they claimed they were retired now, her brothers would be more than capable of dealing with them. Also, it was probably just another reason why she should come along, she reckoned that if they did run into any of the Brood, she and Cal would probably be able to win back the money the guy owed and then some.

Twenty minutes. Okay. There wasn’t really much time to think this through.

“Well,” she said. “I’m gonna throw some stuff in a bag then say bye to Lyana. Tell the others I’m crying in my-” hmmm, no, that kinda made her sound too pathetic- “that I hate you, I've stormed off and I’ve taken one of the boats out. See you on the ship!”

And with that, she raced out of the room.

It would be good to see the galaxy again.

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** Footnote: despite Omega’s opinions here, we all know the guys still have no concept of ‘dangerous situations you probably shouldn’t put a child in’ and she gets to do all kinds of fun stuff. They’ve just wised up a little bit since putting her in situations she gets shot at in, and, at 15, Omega finds their increased responsibility stifling.

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I hope you guys enjoyed!

Honestly, it’s up to you whether you think teenage-Omega actually manages to go off with the crew of the Mantis!

Omega: how dare you leave without telling me >:( Also Omega: okay, so if Cal's gonna be in danger guess I gotta leave without telling anyone :)))

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Week 4

Main Prompt: Cadets

Alt. Prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

Better Late than never.

[orangez3st]

How Delta Squad boys confess their feelings for you

Delta Squad x GN!Reader

This one's in a different format than usual—it's in bullet points! Respect to the people who are more talented in writing bullets points/headcanons style bcs it's more difficult than I thought 🤝🏼 (as you can tell this is a little messy)

Enjoy this one, vode! 💛

Also this is for the talented @i-willstealyourtoes 🫶🏼

For @deltasquadweek | Alt. Prompt Day 7: "I Love You."

Masterlist | Delta Squad (in-header image)

Boss

You and Boss are running on a really casual relationship.

Everything's just been really nice in your own pace, and you don't want to pressure him into anything he's not ready for yet.

It's like you're the literal embodiment of patience and he loves you for it, he can't ever have enough thanking you.

You know what this relationship eventually entails—because honestly, he's just a soldier of the Republic, and both of you know well what that means.

And you never seem to mind that, every time you two meet to catch up you always have that smile and your eyes are sparkling at all times.

It'd be cruel, but Boss is a leader; he worries about every kind of scenario and he has to be ready for it, including the ones that scream every kind of ‘what if?’ in the back of his mind.

“You know that I could die out there, right?” he then asks you.

“I know,” you say with a smile, “But I don't want you to go out there with that kind of mindset, Boss.”

It's like his own nature of being an expendable soldier gnaws at his conscience, enough to make him realize that maybe he's not ready to die at all.

“Careful,” Fixer warns him, not hostile, but reminding him of what's drilled into them; that attachment could be weakness. In the corner, Sev is just shrugging and Scorch is examining his fingernails.

Boss keeps that in mind.

But he can't keep it anymore (his brothers aren't stopping him anyway).

He decides he's not going to die any time soon, and for the sake of fairness, he vows to be a better soldier, covering his squad more often on the field so no one's dying in the future.

And so he could come back home to you.

This is all happening inside his mind, so when he comes up to your door before the shuttle that’d take him to deployment leaves, you're surprised that he's there as he pulls you into his chest.

Your forehead bonks against the plastoid armor but you don't mind, laughing it off and your arms snaking around his huge frame upon instinct.

“Listen, cyare.” He can't be long, but he's using all his time by looking into your eyes, and you swear you can see the stars in the dark honey desert color of his own. “Can I make a promise to you?’

“I… Of course. What is it?”

“I’ll try. I promise I'll try,” Boss says, gently taking your hands in his gloved ones. “I’ll try not to die out there. I'll always make it home to you. Come back for you. I'd understand if that's some lesser thing for you to worry about because I'm the best kind of cannon fodder, but… I just want you to know. Think about it, perhaps. It should be something that you can’t possibly ignore when you're dating someone like me. I promise. You'll always have me back with you mission after mission. Okay?”

There's sincerity in his words. You've formed your own opinion about this matter some time ago, but Boss' promise to you scrambles what you've got, what once was standing firm in your grasp as a belief now bends to his promise—his declaration—to you.

“Okay,” you nod, eyes stinging with tears that obviously aren't out of misery. Your smile is shaky. “I heard you.”

Boss sighs softly. “Good.” The moment he hugs you tight, his armored arms wrapping around your form just as your limbs around his neck… everything becomes so clear to you like some divine revelation. You really don't want to lose him.

“Can't promise that I won't come back without scars, though,” he mutters close to your ear.

“That's fine,” you huff a laugh, pressing a kiss to his hair above his ear. “Just as long as you're alive. I'll be waiting until you're back home safe.”

Home. Safe.

Yes, that sounds about right. That sounds like he deserves that. Comfort. Quiet moments. Hugs, just like this. Everything that you've got to offer to each other in these trying times; your love.

Fixer 

Everyone knows Fixer worships regulations.

I mean, he calls his brothers by their numbers over the comms during active ops because a) as it should be and b) it's their real name.

But hey, he's melted a long time ago and resorted to call them by their nicknames when there's no officers around that he needs to worry about.

So yeah, everyone knows that, and so are you.

And you? You're the worst match ever for Fixer.

You break rules for fun, but enough not to cause permanent harm, and really, it's not big stuff like vandalism or something else that would end your day in Republic penitentiary, but still.

They're all harmless. Hiding one's jacket. Changing their ringtones. Talking to someone long enough while they're dipping their cookies so it would fall off. Turning off the light while someone's in the bathroom.

Fixer pretends not to acknowledge whatever the hell you've been doing because he's been trying to ignore that troublemaker trait of you so much (how did he end up with you?).

(Honestly, good question. No one knows.)

“Cyare, would you please stop?”

“That should violate about 28 rules, cyare.”

“No one's ever done that because they have brains and you don't.”

Oh he loves to bully you alright, but 100% out of affection. He really would hide a body for you if you've ever accidentally killed someone.

Also no, you don't know what cyare means. It sounds like a language he'd picked up, or taught

Fixer calls you that only because he doesn't know what to call you besides your name.

It just… came out.

You've tried to ask Scorch what it means but all he did was giggling and the next thing you know he was practically gossipping with Sev.

It has to mean something… mean.

Whatever it is, it's consuming your thoughts in the worst ways. They're making fun out of you. So one day when you're being particularly sulky and salty to everyone you know, Fixer's concerns take the best of him and steps in to inquire about your behavior.

“Cyare, wanna tell me what's wrong?”

“Don't call me that!” you snap.

Fixer’s brows knit together. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean,” you mock, “What I meant is everybody and I mean everybody in your kriffing squad seems to make fun of me.” You roughly jab a finger into his chest. “Including you.”

“Make fun of you?”

“Are you deaf or something?”

“No,” he answers firmly, his teeth gritting. You don't even notice that his fists are clenching. “Tell me who made fun of you. What did they do?”

“It’s Scorch.” You don't waste time. Your eyes sting from unshed tears and when you wipe them with the back of your hand it's like popping water balloons—they stream down your face. “I just asked about that word you say often and he just laughed in my face like he's won candies or something.”

It's quiet for a while and you both stand there, Fixer's thoughts are growing louder. “What word?”

“One that you use to call me.”

He tilts his head. “‘Cyare’?”

You nod weakly, your tears still spilling out.

There's quiet, and Fixer bites his tongue to prevent a snort. Then he exhales instead, pulling himself together not to laugh and make worse of your overthinking.

“That chakaar,” you hear him mutter, stepping closer into your space and tenderly pulling you into his chest, as if you're a fragile piece of vase. “He could've answered it and you wouldn't have to shed dumb tears like this.”

And just like that you're broken. You're confused as kark that you're caught between snapping yet again, your mouth parted, and your hands firm on his chest to angrily push him away.

“What?” is all you can manage.

“It means…” Fixer’s gaze drift away from you, but you can see his neck and cheeks darkening with color. “It means darling. Beloved.”

“....Oh…”

“Yeah,” Fixer dismisses, looking rather shy with his eyes constantly glancing away from you as the colors in his cheeks make him look even more flushed. “So please don't fuss over it?”

“Say it,” you challenge.

“Say what?”

“The word.”

“I adore you.”

“No, I mean not—hhhggggghh…” You're cut off as Fixer squeezes you so tightly that your lungs probably shrink. You kick his foot.

Yeah. You know what he means. He'll come around with the balls to actually say it.

Scorch

You're not the first to discover that Scorch loves to talk.

And I mean, that man loves to talk.

He's always the first to engage in a conversation as if a dictionary of conversation starters was programmed into him when he'd been in the tube.

He's probably the most expressive person you've ever met and you adore him dearly for it.

Especially when he just leans on the kitchen counter, chin in palm, looking at you with the biggest heart eyes ever.

You know he's just teasing.

He always makes time to come by your home and stay over.

And you as a host are always ready to cook some hearty meal for him—when you learned the fact that they don't eat anything but protein sludge and plain carbohydrate blocks you couldn't take it.

Scorch doesn't want to make you fuss all over just for him, but you insist.

One day he's thinking about it. Does that mean something?

He knows he's been hiding his feelings for a bit too long—even Boss sternly reprimanded him once when Scorch was unable to focus during an op.

He's been thinking about you.

And now as he eats dinner with you, he's lost in his own thoughts and good food.

And by the time dessert comes in, he melts entirely at your great efforts to make him comfortable.

As he enjoys dessert he doesn't even realize that he says, “You know I love you, right?”

It hits you like a damn speeder that you lock gaze with him, Scorch is seemingly as surprised as you are.

“Y-you do?”

“I—I mean,” Scorch deflects, a wave of heat sliding into his cheeks. “I was… talking to the cheesecake.”

That was TERRIBLE.

To be fair it's a really great strawberry cheesecake.

“Oh,” you sulk, forcing a smile to your lips as you pick up your fork again, “Thought I misheard.”

If only you could hear Scorch's heart breaking in that exact moment.

“No, you didn't mishear,” Scorch hurriedly says. He takes your hand without thinking, and the heat in his stomach is bubbling over as he looks into your eyes. “It's um… You know that I've liked you for a really long time, right?”

You nod. “Yeah, and it shows.” Smiling a bit, you lace your fingers with his. “Consistently.”

“Yeah,” he huffs a chuckle. “And now I just really really really like you and everything you've done for me. I know it's just dinner but all this… it means a lot to me.”

Before you can say anything, he scoots his chair closer to you. It scrapes across the floor noisily in the midst of the silence of your home. He plops back down, his thigh touching yours.

“One question though,” Scorch cheekily says, “Did you put love potion in this thing?”

Your giggles are everything to him. “What for?”

“Uh-huh, that's right,” he grins widely, gently cupping your face. “You don't need to put love potion inside your finely-cooked dinner. I'm already in love with you.”

Scorch’s eyes map all over your face, his warm brown eyes glimmering in the romantic candlelight. “You have a strawberry jam in the corner of your mouth, though.”

“No I don't,” you chuckle.

“Mm, wanna prove it? If I kiss you right here,” he boops the spot, “And I taste strawberry jam, you owe me an actual kiss.”

“And if you're wrong?”

“I still get that kiss. I'm trying to woo you here, baby. Wanna appreciate my efforts?”

Eventually he throws the strawberry jam motive out of the airlock and places a cheeky yet long-awaited kiss on your lips. You can feel his smile, even.

Sev

Your relationship with Sev started quite strangely.

The two of you met in some rundown speakeasy in the lower levels of Coruscant, and both claim the ale that everybody says taste like gundark piss your favorite.

And then the talk spans to your favorite Huttese heavy metal band—his favorite too.

Your favorite limmie team—which is also his favorite (he also mentioned that he often played limmie when he was a cadet and he was a mean forward).

There's too many similarities between you already.

Okay well yes, besides breathing gore thriller holofilms, you have nothing else to compare against his dark sadistic humor.

But there's this new thriller movie you really wanna see already in theaters and instinctively, you ask Sev if he's down.

Naturally, with the duties of a soldier and the oftentimes-unexpected demands that entails, he turned down your offer.

You withdraw. Yeah, it was silly anyway.

But at least he insisted walking you home afterward.

Sev could see your disappointment. Days later it's gnawing at him, and Scorch that cheeky bastard notices.

“So you wanna tell me what's going on or would you like me to shove Fixer to have a go at you?”

“Don't drag me into this,” Fixer sighs from the other side of the room.

Scorch grins. “No, you said you wanted to know, so I'm extracting the intel straight from the source.”

“I didn't say that.”

Scorch turns back to Sev. “Now tell us or I'm betting your entire tenday stipend if Fixer pins you down next spar. We'll split, Fix. Don't worry.”

“Fine. I'm in.”

Sev grunts, already losing it. “Should I feel guilty for rejecting a date?”

“You fekking what?” Boss pipes in, this time.

Scorch claps loudly. “Alright vode, it's time for flash training for our psycho brother here, welcome to Dating 101. Guest lecturer Null-7 isn't available at the moment so you should feel lucky, Oh-Seven.”

He gave it all out.

Your shared favorites, things you have in common, stories traded over ales and a few things stronger—both of you were at that bar for five hours just talking.

Sev isn't sure if Scorch's been drilling the term ‘love at first sight’ too often and too much that it's eating him alive, but he's sure that's how he feels about you.

So he comms you, asking if you’ve watched that movie yet.

“Actually, yeah,” you answer, hope surging inside your chest. “But um, I've got loads of thriller holos, if you wanna come by. We could have a movie night, if you're up for it.”

By the time you've finished talking, Scorch smacks him in the back a couple of times, Boss pushes him towards the door, and Fixer is already tossing Sev his go bag.

That night, two days before his leave ends, Sev is settled with you on your couch, the glow from the holoscreen reflecting on your faces.

You notice Sev is sitting so stiff, so you nudge his elbow asking if he's okay.

He looks at you longer than he should—he’d be lying if he's not feeling everything so intensely all at once, especially when you're nearly pressed up against his side.

He’s attentive. He knows it's not casual. It's intentional from you. You want to be close to him, but without a little booze encouragement, he isn't sure how to proceed.

Then he remembers what Scorch said and decides to execute (with a little alteration).

Sev moves his arm up, but he's not looking at you (he tries to cover his blushing cheeks, okay, give him time).

You take his invitation and lean heavily against him to absorb his warmth.

Sev smells like fresh aftershave and something else (it's blaster cleaning solution) tried to be covered by modest convenience store perfume.

You commit that scent to memory and snuggle even closer to him. The tip of your finger is tracing the fabric lining on his shirt, and soon your focus is no longer on the movie.

“Do you let anyone you just met be this close?” you ask, curious about his change of mind.

“No,” Sev replies firmly.

“Then what changes?”

Sev takes a deep breath. “Couldn't stop thinking about you,” he mumbles lowly into your hair, movie be damned. “Felt bad for turning down when you asked. Truth to be told, it felt like I'm leaving someone behind in a crossfire.”

“But…” You raise your head to meet his intense gaze. “We've only just met.”

“Yeah,” Sev says carefully, “But we have a lot in common, it feels like I've known you a long time, too.”

You don't hesitate—you raise further to cup the side of his face and pull him down so you can press your lips against his. Sev's reflex kicks in rapidly, kissing you as well while grabbing you closer to his body.

It isn't said, but whatever it is, whatever you're feeling; it's blossoming, too.

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Week 1

Main Prompt: Water Gun Fight

Alt. Prompt: “It’s not what you think.”

Week 2

Main Prompt: Injured

Alt. Prompt: Comfort Zone

Week 3

Main Prompt: “It’s just a scratch.”

Alt. Prompt: “Forget I asked.”

Week 4

Main Prompt: Cadets

Alt. Prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

Week 5

Main Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.”

Alt. Prompt: “Need a hand?”

Week 6

Main Prompt: Battle Scars

Alt. Prompt: “Get out of my room!”

Week 7

Main Prompt: “Don’t avoid the question.”

Alt. Prompt: Getting a Haircut

Week 8

Main Prompt: Swimming Lessons

Alt. Prompt: Lula

Week of 9

Main Prompt: “Hold still.”

Alt. Prompt: Stargazing

Week 10

Main Prompt: Hugs

Alt. Prompt: “Just when were you planning on telling us that?”

Week 11

Main Prompt: “I didn’t think I would get this far.”

Alt. Prompt: “Yeah, kid, we’re fine.”

Week 12

Main Prompt: Nightmares

Alt. Prompt: Radio Silence

Week 13

Main Prompt: “Stop touching me!” // “I’m not touching you!”

Alt. Prompt: Crashing Hard

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[the-little-ewok]

The Little Spoon

Poe Dameron x G/N Reader

Rating: M

Wordcount : 1600 (ish)

Warnings : Fluff, mentions of getting caught during sex/heavy petting, rife with teasing innuendos, soft softness, spooning, brief mentions of food, Poe being an adorable menace.

Prompt / Summary : Burying your face in their neck, listening to their heartbeat, spooning at night. / After a difficult day you and Poe try something new in the bedroom.

A/N : Anon who sent me the prompts - i dont know if fluffy was what you really wanted but… i kinda went pretty fluffy cute with this. If you were hoping more for a NSFW request please send me an ask and i’ll do an alt fic for you :)

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"Stop!" You half whine, half laugh, burying your face in Poe's neck.

"I don't know if he'll ever be able to talk to you again without blushing!" Poe laughs, clearly finding the fact his newest squad member walking in on you both in a, well, compromising, position, hilariously funny, and your embarrassment even funnier.

Since then poor Leru had been unable to look at you without his cheeks lighting up red, and losing all ability to speak.

"Take it as a compliment it affected him so much," Poe shrugs, taking the whole situation in his stride, as usual. "You can't change what happened, and besides you can't hide out here forever."

'Here' was the grassy bank outside the, what now seemed all too small, base entrance. You had escaped out into the humid night air as soon as your shift was over, convinced everyone you encountered knew the story and was staring at you.

Of course, they already knew that you and Poe were close, but perhaps not quite how close. There had never really been time, during the middle of a war, to consider what you were. And now you were together, both of you wanted to enjoy it without too much fuss. At least while you settled into a new routine, and Poe to his new role as General. So really, getting carried away in what should have stayed an empty office, after Poe had returned from a long mission, was not the best of plans.

But oh, he had been so distractingly hot. The way he'd smiled, his eyes flickering up and down your body, the way he'd pulled you tight against his chest, the way his lips had brushed against your skin.

It was hard to regret what happened. But you did regret getting caught.

"I can stay here as long as I like," you challenge his statement, folding your arms.

"I could just order you back inside," he shrugs with a sigh, making out it would be a huge inconvenience for him to do that.

"You wouldn't dare!" You twist to glare at him in challenge, as Poe leans back to look at you, a serious expression creasing his brow. He slowly raises one eyebrow, before he finally gives in, bursting into laughter.

"No, you're right. I like continuing to live without a vibroblade in my chest, so I guess orders are off the table!" He pulls you back into his arms, holding you tight against him.

"How about I very politely request you come back inside? We can grab some food and get an early night?"

"I don't want to go to the canteen,” you mumble, picking at a loose thread on your trousers, unable to remove the idea that everyone would be judging you.

"You know, I don't think anyone else knows? And even if they did, firstly, it's not like they saw anything personally, just second hand, and secondly, if anyone says a damn word I'll have their ass hauled in front of me faster than they can blink!" Poe states passionately.

"That's sweet. But we agreed on no special treatment."

"Not special. I'd do that for anyone talking inappropriately about anyone. You get absolutely no special treatment. I've never given you any special treatment." Taking your chin he tilts your face towards him before he places a soft kiss against your lips.

"Hmm, so you offer that to everyone, do you?"

"Well, everyone is a little broad. More like a select group. You, Finn, Rey, Snap, BB, that really cute medic we met in Yavin," he shrugs with a teasing smile as you roll your eyes. “Now stop overthinking.”

Poe was right, you were over thinking, and as annoying as his teasing could be, you know it comes from a good place in his heart. He simply wants you to see that it's not all bad. Nothing you could do now would change anything that already happened. All you could do was, as Poe does, make the best of the situation.

Still, the embarrassment gnaws a little at your thoughts, though quieter, still there for now.

"Can we eat in your room?"

"Only if we are naked," Poe grins, making you dissolve into laughter.

"Stop that, right now!" You warn through giggles.

"I've been away for almost a month! I've been storing it all up. You are in for a lonnnnnng night, baby," he winks, and for a moment, you`re laughing so hard you forget anything had gone wrong at all today.

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"I'm sorry," Poe offers later that night, his fingers trailing up and down your back as you lay in his bed, curled up against his side, his heartbeat drumming in your ear as you lean your head on his chest, half asleep.

You hum in question, wondering what he's talking about.

"Earlier. It was my fault we got caught like that. I should have waited. I was just excited to see you and being impulsive. I’ll try and keep my hands to myself for a little longer next time.”

You lean up on your elbow to look at him, frowning in confusion and feeling the tendrils of guilt in your own belly that he feels he's somehow to blame. The last thing you wanted was for Poe to feel he couldn't be his usual, affectionate self.

"There's nothing you need to apologise for. We were both willing participants. I was excited to see you too. You’ve no idea how much I missed you."

Poe's hand slides around the back of your neck, pulling you down to him as he mumbles, "I missed you too, baby," against your mouth before he kisses you.

When he finally lets you go, you have to take a moment, feeling a little giddy, whether with love or lack of oxygen, you aren't sure.

"Anyway, I like you being impulsive," you assure him with a soft smile.

"Then I rescind my apology," Poe chuckles as you snuggle back down against his side, trying to get comfy again.

Except now you have a problem. No matter where you place yourself, you can't quite get comfy enough to fall asleep. Something just feels wrong.

You let out a noise of annoyance, sitting up.

"Turn over," you instruct, laughing as Poe raises a questioning eyebrow, his lips upturning in a familiar grin.

"Is this going a sex thing? Because you know I can stay awake a little longer. I'm sure I can help tire you o-"

"Get your mind out of the gutter," You laugh, cutting him off and pressing your hands against his arm, trying to manually roll him over, onto his side.

"So it's not a sex thing? I'm disappointed," Poe sighs over dramatically, ignoring your pathetic attempts to move him.

"I want to cuddle you!" You explain with an exasperated sigh.

"Oh, that's what we are calling it these days? Okay, well, we can 'cuddle' as much as you like," he grins, eyes crinkling with amusement as he makes air quotes at you. You make a show of dramatically rolling your eyes in response.

"No, Poe! I mean I want to hold you!"

"Hold which bit?" He wiggles his eyebrows as you try and bite back your laughter. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, telling yourself you are grateful he's home and he just needs to get this out of his system.

When you open them again you fix him with a stern look.

"Alright, alright!" Poe holds his hands up in surrender, clearly deciding he might be pushing too far now. "You want me to be the little spoon?" He asks, obviously having known exactly what you wanted from the first time you asked.

"I want you to be the little spoon." You nod in confirmation. Poe's expression softens from teasing into something that makes your chest ache with love. It's as though the seriousness of the last few years of war drop away, and the boy Poe used to be, stares at you with hopeless adoration.

"I like that idea better," he says simply, before he rolls over with his back to face you. "But I'm still open to the sex thing." He adds, making you snort as you try to contain your laughter, knowing it will only encourage him.

Once Poe is settled, you curl up behind him, wrapping an arm over his chest, tucking your legs in behind his, cuddling up close to him as you press your face between his shoulder blades.

"Don't think I've ever been the little spoon before. I like it," Poe sighs contentedly, his hands resting over yours wrapped around his chest, holding you in place.

You smile and press a soft kiss to his back, "I like it too."

A near silence settles over you both, the only sound in the room your steady breathing as you hold each other. You can feel your eyes finally starting to drift shut, but you also know Poe is not asleep yet, as his fingers continue to gently caress your arm, almost distractedly.

“What are you thinking, Flyboy?” You mumble sleepily against his skin, not wanting to fall asleep if he has something on his mind.

"I was just wondering," he mumbles quietly, “if you think Leru is thinking about us right now?"

"Go to sleep!" You sigh against his back, feeling him shake with barely contained laughter.

"I definitely think he enjoyed it a little bit."

"Sleep!" You hiss, refusing to play into his teasing again.

There's a moment of silence, one in which you think that he's given up with the teasing and finally decided to get some rest. That is until -

"Do you think he wants to join us sometime?"

"POE!"

You can't help but smile as his laughter fills the room. Insufferable, infuriating, pain in the ass. You had missed him, so very much.

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[legacygirlingreen]

Mornings on Pabu

For week 4 of @summer-of-bad-batch's alt prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen"

Pairing: Tech x F!Reader

Summary: An early morning on your lovely island home leads to some reflexion on how hard your lover has been working... and possibly explaining why that is...

*** no use of Y/N ***

Warnings: mildly suggestive, mentions of having children, no actual baby making activity I promise! mostly fluff! Domestic but non sexual nudity!

Word count: 2k

MASTERLIST

Rustling curtains and the muted sound of crashing waves were the perfect lull from sleep as you rolled over. Hair tumbling across the pillow as you did so, you blinked the caress of sleep away as your eyes focused while you moved. That’s not to say you weren’t careful of the dead weight from the arm perched over your waist. He rarely slept. Forcing him into the bed and to lay down - without that blasted datapad - was still a challenge after a year of island life. 

  You were finally free. Free of the Empire. Free of Dr. Hemlock. Free of the danger. Free to be at peace. Free to help give Omega the childhood she deserved. Free to heal those wounds both mental and physical. Free to love as you all saw fit. Free to have the lives you truly had always wanted. 

  Pabu was every bit the sanctuary Phee had promised. While you initially had been wary of the pirate - especially the way she continually flirted with Tech despite your unofficial yet apparent feelings for the man - you’d come to respect her in time. After a few drinks late one night, she admitted to flirting simply to push the two of you together. To her credit, her work along with the unscheduled descent that nearly claimed his life, it worked. 

  Tech was every bit of man you had longed for. Noble. Intelligent. Thoughtful. Sexy. 

  Even while sleeping, low rumbled snores escaping past his lips, he looked alluring. Those thick eyelashes that framed his deep brown eyes, visible due to removal of his staple goggles, which rested on his nightstand during the night. Skin having grown into a deep bronze with the sunlight, giving way with every deep inhale and exhale. His hair was an absolute mess, and finally grown to a length you wouldn’t have anticipated. No longer on the run, and needing to be practical, he’d let it go and given up on gel: meaning the carmel strands were curling around his neck and ears now instead of being cropped short and pushed back. Something about seeing him like this made you truly feel every ounce of raw arousal for him almost every moment in the day. The added freedom to slip away whenever you liked only increased the desperate need you both shared for one another.

  The dark ink he’d always had marked in his skin, now accompanying two new additions. An oval design replicating Omega’s old headband along his bicep next to symbols he bore for all his siblings: Crosshair’s reticle design, a red band that stretched the entire circumference of his arm for Hunter’s bandana, a childish outline of lula for Wrecker, and Echo’s old handprint armor. He kept his siblings close to him, having marks for them just under his shoulder where their old squad logo lay. However the most recent addition to his body lay directly over his heart: your name in aurebesh.  

  Tech hadn’t warned you of the change, simply appearing one day with it over his pectoral and the explanation of, “I wanted to keep you close to heart”. Which promptly led to your heart beating as if it was going to bust. Well, that and some mind blowing time between the sheets to show just how much the gesture had meant to you. He still shrugged it off, as if the act were common sense. You beg to differ but were never going to argue with him over something so kind.

  Laying next to him every morning had come to feel like a dream. Days on Pabu were met with Tech’s talent for mechanics being put to good use, while you took on random tasks assisting him. That didn’t stop the frequent routine of sharing meals with Shep and his daughter, Tech’s siblings and occasionally Phee. After which, you both would make it back to your own private domicile - something Tech requested after some time given he didn’t enjoy being quiet when it came to giving you pleasure - before hopping into bed together. 

  Initially the transition had been difficult on Omega. The girl not used to Tech being under a different roof and still anxious from his time captured on Tantis away from her watchful eye, but once she discovered that Tech’s absence meant she had her own escape from the other boys she finally came around. 

  Each morning had come to be filled with sweet whispers rousing you from sleep, as Tech often rose before you. Not long after you had arrived, you both began taking the mornings to swim, before the island awoke. The gentle breeze, the calm lapping waves, and the way Tech’s brown eyes looked at dusk: perfection.

  However, with the amount he’d been working lately, you felt guilty about waking him up for something as trivial as a swim. He’d taken it on himself to fix all of lower Pabu, fortifying it against future storm surges so the island could function. This was great - if he wasn’t doing so single handedly, pushing off your attempts at helping him.

  Carefully you tried to maneuver your way out from under his arm, hoping that you could be gone and back before he woke up, but when you had just gotten your foot out from under the covers, said arm tightened, trapping you under a sudden burst of strength. Immediately being alert and aware were side effects of his programming, meaning the first stroke of being awoken meant he was at full capacity to react almost suddenly.  

  Sighing you gave up, knowing you had failed to slip away without him realizing and just allowed the man to pull you back into his chest as he tangled your legs together. A gruff tone to his voice as he whispered, “You really think you’re going without me?” into the skin of your neck. The way he almost purred the words as he wrapped himself around your body made you melt as he continued, kissing your neck as he mumbled, “not going to happen…” along that spot that always made you squirm. 

  “I just wanted you to rest-” you began and his sweet kisses turned to a playful nip as he shook his head, turning you around before you could react and pulling you on top of his body. In doing so the covers tumbled to the floor, leaving his beautiful bare body full on display as his hands sought out your rear, giving it a squeeze as your face fell into the crook of his neck. He smelled musky, as if he’d sweat a bit in the night, but you didn’t mind as. 

  “I got more than enough rest to be sufficient for my body to complete its tasks for the day,” he commented, eyes blinking open as he adjusted to the first crack of light coming through the open window. 

  “Sufficient doesn’t mean you couldn’t do with a bit more sleep,” you grumble as that light puff of air that indicated a sudo laugh came from his nose and his arms tightened around your lower back. 

  “Not at the expense of missing out on our early morning routine,” he commented, mentally preparing to get going on the day. Where he discovered such energy in the morning you’d never know. 

  “Just one day wouldn’t be the end of the world,” 

“I have a different opinion on the matter,” he challenged, reaching over to retrieve the goggles on the nightstand as you reached an arm up to stop him. He used them to hide from the world, but you refused to let him do so with you. 

  “You’ve been working so incredibly hard lately Tech, no one is going to get angry if you take a bit of a break,” you challenge as you remove your arm, seeing he gave up on reaching his frames. 

  “I am aware that there shall not be hostilities if I pause the rate at which I have been repairing the lower half of the city. But as I said, I have reasons for a differing perspective on the issue,” he states bluntly. 

  You loved Tech for many reasons. His brilliance. His ability to remain calm no matter the circumstances. Usually you enjoyed his bluntness, since it meant he was straight forward and there was no guessing. Having him dance around the issue was very out of the norm. 

  “Is something wrong?” you sighed through the question, leaning up on his chest as he looked around the room for a moment, letting his eyes settle back on you. 

  “No, I do not mean to cause worry or distress,” 

  “Then why can’t you tell me what it is that is causing you to work yourself to an early grave?” you question softly, hand cupping the side of his face as his eyes fluttered closed. Stubble caught along your thumb and you knew he’d shave it when he got out of bed, as he did every morning without fail. He loved his routines after all. 

  “I just want to make sure that this is a safe place for children,” he says quietly, eyes still closed. 

  “You know that ever since the wave, Shep moved the families with kids up above the wall, and allowed more of the older residents to migrate south. Omega is old enough she can handle herself anywhere on the island-” 

  “I am not talking about Omega,” Tech replies as he finally looks up, hopeful gaze in his eyes. 

  Suddenly it all made sense. The overprotective nature he’d had lately. His hard work repairing the lower section of the island. His hyperawareness at your health as of late. His acceptance of life here and mentioning how it was one of safety. Him pointing out neighbors with children and how fascinating they behaved. 

  “Tech, do you-” you began to ask and his eyes grew wide, almost as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. 

  “I would never encourage something given we have not discussed it before, nor would I take actions you were not okay with. I hardly know your opinions on the matter…” he trailed off in a rare occurrence, hands dragging over his face as if to hide. 

  “But?” you press carefully, tone not indicating malice or frustration, simply a need to understand where he was coming from. 

  “But yes, I have found myself interested in the idea of possibly having children. Naturally that is. With you.” he said it all so simply despite the very apparent war he seemed to be having with himself for saying it out loud. 

  “Oh,” you whisper. To be frank, the idea hadn’t really crossed your mind. Not that you were against it, per say, just hadn’t really imagined it. 

  “We do not need to discuss it, and I shall continue fixing the walls regardless as it is a benefit to all who live here on Pabu-”

“Tech,” you cut him off with a small smile. 

  “Yes?” 

“Can we continue this conversation out of bed? I would like to hear all your ideas on the matter but I’d like to be in a neutral location if we are going to discuss them. Besides, I’ll never get over how wonderful you look in that early morning light in the water,” you tell him softly. 

  Tech looks up hopefully into your eyes, seeing the way they soften for him. Something tells him that he has nothing to fear, as a practical discussion of such matters is important for anyone attempting to bring life into the world with the one they love. Especially for someone as logically minded as him. You can’t help but laugh at the way he nearly hurls you onto the floor as he begins rushing about the room, pulling on something to swim in while encouraging you to hurl it along. 

  It’s in that room where you decide perhaps he’s onto something, and that maybe the two of you are ready for those next steps. But for now, the sun and sand are calling your name. Well, that and your love, who can’t wait to talk about the future with you as the sun peaks over the horizon. 

NOW CLICK TO READ PART TWO (NSFW)!!!

[waywardsou2]

Summer of Bad Batch

Week 4

Alt Prompt: “You really think your going without me? Not going to happen”

Tags: fluff, overprotective dad Hunter, aged up Omega (just a litte) Word Count: 900+

It was the break of dawn, the sun barely breaking the line of the horizon and Omega was awake. She had programmed her com to set itself off silently at the earliest point in the sun’s rotation. She wanted to get up and take a walk, to bask in the morning rays and the cool breeze.

She wanted a moment of freedom.

Ever since she had been saved by her brothers from Tantiss and destroyed the base things have been different. She was free, Hemlock was gone, and she was no longer being hunted. She was able to live a normal life here on Pabu. But since all of that Hunter has been protective. Super protective. Not once once their return and settlement on Pabu has Hunter let Omega leave his side. Everywhere she went he was close behind. Not letting her out of his sight for a second. He was like a Nanny Droid, hovering and crowding Omega. She couldn’t even go visit Lyana or Phee or any of her new friends without Hunter tagging along from a distance. He was constantly there.

Omega loved Hunter but she was beginning to get tired of his hovering. She felt trapped again. Smothered, like she was during her time on Kamino when Nala Se would never let her explore Tipoca City unless she permitted it.

And this is why she was waking up at the crack of dawn to go for a walk. Just a wall. Not an adventure, not somewhere new, not off the island. Just for a simple walk. Maybe even down to the beach they could see from the balcony of their home.

So, she pulled on her vest and leather jacket. Followed by her boots, which she laced up tight with a double knot, like she always did. And slowly she walked out of her shared rooms with her brothers. Tip Toeing over the wooden floors, trying not to kick anything, scuff her shoes or accidentally kick anything.

She got to the entrance of their home and was just about to open the door when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She froze and cringed. Slowly she turned around and surprise, surprise; a crusty eyed, sleepy-looking Hunter was leaning against the hallway entrance wall.

“Omega, where are you going?”

He doesn’t just sound tired. He sounds exhausted. He looks it too. He looks older, the bags under his eyes were a scary shade of purple.

Omega’s eyes softened looking at her brother. She was frustrated by his hovering, but she couldn't fault him for caring. She just wished he wouldn’t put his own health on the line to take care of her.

She had lots of energy, lots of new prospects in life and so much she wanted to learn and do. But Hunter was slowing down; he didn’t have to look over his shoulder every 5 seconds, he didn’t have to be alert and aware of his surroundings on a planet-wide scale. He could take things slow, breathe longer, deeper. A

t least he could if he constantly wasn’t putting all his remaining energy into being Omega’s watchdog. Their energies didn’t match up but Hunter couldn’t relax. He had to keep her safe. He had to protect her. He didn’t know if he could take losing her again. So her safety came before his health. No question

“I’m just going for a walk. Today felt like a good day to do it”

“And you thought you would sneak out at the break of dawn instead of going in the late morning. You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

“Hunter-“ she hesitates ‘-I want to go on my own”

Hunter stops before he could even turn around to go grab his boots

“But what if something happens to you? I can’t take that risk”

Even to his own ears he sounds paranoid, but he can’t help himself. He can’t lose another sibling.

“Hunter, you don’t need to be my bodyguard. Nothing is going to happen to me here” She knows why Hunter is so protective of her, in his shoes she wouldn’t blame him. But she isn’t and she is getting tired of it.

“Omega-“ but she cuts him off

“Hunter please listen to me. I know what’s happened in the last few system rotations. But Hemlock is gone, the Empire doesn’t know about me with Hemlock gone. Pabu is quiet, secluded, off the holo-map. Nothing is going to happen to me again. You can’t keep hovering over me the way you do. It’s not good for you and it isn’t for me” She sighs “I know you care about me. And I never want to lose you guys again. But I can’t live with you constantly looking over your shoulder for me”

Hunter closed his eyes and he had to breathe deeply for a moment. He knows what he’s doing but he’s afraid; Omega is part of the squad, she is their sister, their kid.

He thought he lost Crosshair, he lost Tech, he couldn’t lose her too. If something happened to her again, he didn’t think he would make it this time. But he couldn’t keep going like this. He knew she was right.

“Hunter I am finally free, from the Republic, from the Empire. But the way you smother me makes me feel like … like I’m back on Kamino, with Nala Se”

And that sentence settles it for Hunter, it breaks his heart, but he knows he has to let go now. He takes in a shuddering breath, sighing as he lets go of the air. His shoulders sag and his legs feel heavy

“I’m sorry Meg”

Omega’s eyes soften and she walks to Hunter, wrapping him in a warm embrace. She was almost eye height with Hunter now, able to wrap her arms around his shoulders if she stood on her tip toes

“I love you Hunter”

“Love you too kid, now get outta here”

[fanfoolishness]

Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Masterpost

With SoBB wrapping up soon (noooo! it's been so much fun!) I realized I should probably make a masterpost specific to it. I may not make the overachiever status, as there's some prompts that didn't really speak to me, but I did some prompts multiple times, ficced and drawn several ways! @summer-of-bad-batch has been so much fun!

OVERACHIEVER COMPLETE! (I think? I hope?)

Here's what I've done so far as of 8/27/24:

Week 1

Main Prompt: Water Gun Fight

The cadet Batch have a water gun fight, fic.

Alt. Prompt: “It’s not what you think.”

Crosshair and Wrecker visit the Armory in 1x01. Fic.

Week 2

Main Prompt: Injured

Crosshair on heavy pain medication after losing his hand, angsty family feels fic.

Wrecker comforts Crosshair, art for the above fic.

Crosshair reassures Omega after his injury, art for the above fic.

Cadet Crosshair is injured, but Wrecker's there for him. Art + drabble.

Alt. Prompt: Comfort Zone

Crosshair and Tech hanging out, art

Week 3

Main Prompt: “It’s just a scratch.”

Wrecker struggles on the approach to Tantiss - no he doesn't.

Alt. Prompt: “Forget I asked.”

Wrecker and Crosshair talk about their chips. Fic.

Week 4

Main Prompt: Cadets

The Batch meet themselves as cadets, art

Alt. Prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

Crosshair and the batch go stargazing. Art and fic.

Week 5

Main Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.”

Hunter tries to conceal an injury, but gets found out. Fic.

Alt. Prompt: “Need a hand?”

Wrecker and Crosshair illustration for @just-here-with-my-thoughts's fic, Need a Hand?

Crosshair and Wrecker ficlet

Week 6

Main Prompt: Battle Scars

Crosshair's scars after Bracca, art

Alt. Prompt: “Get out of my room!”

Crosshair and Omega both struggle with nightmares, fic.

Week 7

Main Prompt: “Don’t avoid the question.”

Hunter wonders what to tell Omega after Tech calls Plan 99, fic.

Alt. Prompt: Getting a Haircut

Wrecker gives Crosshair a haircut, post S3. Art and drabble

Week 8

Main Prompt: Swimming Lessons

Wrecker and Crosshair learn to swim on Kamino. Doodle and drabble.

Alt. Prompt: Lula

Crosshair wakes up sick; Omega's there to help, fic.

Week 9

Main Prompt: “Hold still.”

Hunter wonders what to tell Omega after Tech calls Plan 99, fic.

Alt. Prompt: Stargazing

Crosshair and the batch go stargazing. Art and fic.

Week 10

Main prompt: Hugs

Hunter and Crosshair hug, art

Hunter and Crosshair hug, fic

Omega hugs the Batch, art

Alt prompt: “Just when were you planning on telling us that?”

The Batch grows older, fic. (Fills multiple prompts.)

Week 11

Main Prompt: “I didn’t think I would get this far.”

Hunter works on a new skill. Fic and doodle.

Alt. Prompt: “Yeah, kid, we’re fine.”

The Batch grows older, fic. (Fills multiple prompts.)

Week 12

Main Prompt: Nightmares

Crosshair knows bad dreams, art.

Alt. Prompt: Radio Silence

Echo tries to send a message, fic.

Week 13

Main Prompt: "Stop touching me!" / "I'm not touching you!"

Hunter and Crosshair get into it, doodle.

Alt. Prompt: Crashing Hard

Crosshair and Mayday struggle through the frozen night, fic.

Bonus... I apparently invented a prompt? I think I hallucinated there being a Pabu prompt and drew this for it. What the hell self. XD

Real bonus prompts:

"Can you braid my hair?"

Hunter works on a new skill. Fic and doodle.

A Light in the Darkness

Crosshair and Mayday struggle through the frozen night, fic.

[lifblogs]

Lif's Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Masterlist

All links will take you to a tumblr post, and from there to AO3 if you wish.

Week 1 Prompt: Water Gun Fight, Alt. Prompt: "It's not what you think." Water Gun Fights and Dad Voices, 1153 words On a hot afternoon on Pabu Omega and Hunter decide to have a water gun fight, though their method of doing so is a bit alarming.

Week 2 Prompt: Injured Flashbang, 2880 words Crosshair sees a flashbang go off through his heat vision lens, which gives the perfect opportunity for droids to sneak up on him. He’s injured from the fight that ensues.

Looking Out for Each Other, 665 words Omega gets hurt during a mission, and she’s determined to look out for Tech as much as he looks out for her.

Week 3 Prompt: "It's just a scratch." We Do This Together, 2599 words Tantiss is embroiled in battle. Crosshair has been singled out by CX-2. During the fight, CX-2’s helmet comes free, and Crosshair is met with an all-too familiar face.

A New Home, 871 words Omega wakes to find Hunter taking care of an injury. Things get overwhelming.

Week 4 Alt. Prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen." Blind Side, 989 words Wrecker is on his first mission since one of his own bombs went off near his head. Crosshair is insistent he doesn’t go alone.

Week 5 Prompt: "You're a bad liar.", Alt. Prompt: "Need a hand?" Mayday, 6646 words Crosshair falls incredibly ill during a storm, and his family does what they can to help him. Only, there's not much they can do.

Week 6 Prompt: Battle Scars It Does, 993 words Hunter works up the courage to ask Crosshair if the scars on his head ever hurt.

Week 7 Alt. Prompt: Getting a Haircut Blackmail Material (Potentially), 2435 words Crosshair forcibly takes Hunter to get a haircut. Hunter actually has a good time.

Week 8 Alt. Prompt: Lula Lula/A Good Name, 2586 words Crosshair watched the bomb go off by Wrecker's head on their last mission, and now he sits by his bedside, riddled with guilt. He's dying to do something good for his brother, so Crosshair goes on a little shopping trip, Hunter and Tech following along.

Week 9 Prompt: "Hold still.", Alt. Prompt: Stargazing To Worship the Stars, 2655 words Phee drags Tech to one of Pabu's beaches at nighttime under false pretenses and ends up surprising him with a date to watch the stars together. Tech doesn't quite understand stargazing, but he begins to.

Stardust, 1335 words Omega gazes at the stars, save for in Tantiss, where she cannot find one.

Week 10 Prompt: Hugs, Alt. Prompt: "Just when were you planning on telling us that?" We're a Family, 3004 words Crosshair tries to find closure over Tech's death.

Week 11 Prompt: "I didn't think I would get this far." After, 1909 words Tech has gone missing on Pabu, and his family tries to find him, helping him away from a dark path.

Week 12 Prompt: Nightmares Omega's Safe, 2226 words Crosshair wakes from a nightmare to hear Omega sobbing, and he forces himself through his fear to go check on her. Hunter is already helping out.

Alt. Prompt: Radio Silence Alive (now featuring fanart on AO3!!), 2025 words After Eriadu, Echo leaves messages on Tech's comm channel, feeling like he's talking to his brother again.

Week 13 Prompt: "Stop touching me! // "I'm not touching you!", Alt. Prompt: Crashing Hard Afliplane Diatane, 3004 Eight weeks ago Hunter was shot, and he received life-saving surgery, and has been recovering... now with the help of a med he's no longer supposed to be taking. Hunter's body doesn't handle running out of it very well.

Rookie Flight Maneuvers, 513 words Hunter is taking a flight test with his squad, and brotherly chaos ensues.

Bonus Prompt Prompt: "Can you braid my hair?" Not Just the Braid, 1068 words Omega has a ridiculous request that Crosshair doesn’t know how to fulfill, and does not want to fulfill: braiding Omega’s hair.

[kybercrystals94]

Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Master List

(Finally compiling all of my Summer of Bad Batch 2024 fills into one place 🙈)

I am thrilled to be an overachiever, filling 28/28 prompts this summer for the event I had the privilege of facilitating, @summer-of-bad-batch 🥰 and I am proud to have worked alongside so many amazing creators this summer to fill prompts in so many unique ways!

Find my list of fills below the cut!

Neon Warfare

Prompts Filled: Week 1 | Main: Water Gun Fight | Alt: "It's not what you think."

Excerpt:

"C'mon, Echo," Wrecker whines, making a grabbing motion with his outstretched hand. "It's water. It's not like it's gonna hurt them." The manchild does have a point. Echo sighs. "Fine. But so help me, you shoot me again with this thing, I'll send it out the airlock."

Eyes Wide Open

Prompts Filled: Week 2 | Alt: Comfort Zone

Excerpt:

"Did you know," Crosshair says, conversationally, "that Hunter sleeps with his eyes open?"

Might

Prompts Filled: Week 2 | Main: Injured

Excerpt:

He doesn’t know why it bothers him so intensely, why it feels like an abrasive lapse of memory. He’d seen Echo deal with the same, exact issue as he acclimated to the loss of his own limbs after his rescue from Skako Minor. He’d never thought Echo ridiculous or idiotic for it. In fact, he’d admired the reg’s tenacity, how quickly he corrected and adapted. And yet, here is Crosshair, refusing a cup of caf because he used the wrong hand to claim it. 

A Dangerous Dance

Prompts Filled: Week 3 | Main: "It's just a scratch."

Excerpt:

The Mandalorian trainer pulls a knife from the sheath strapped around his vambrace, and twirls the short blade deftly between his fingers. The man isn’t even looking at the weapon, his eyes following the movements of his sparring clone cadets. If he notices the shaggy headed cadet unabashedly watching him in the far corner, he doesn’t give any indication. 

Anything

Prompts Filled: Week 3 | Alt: "Forget I asked." | Bonus Alternate Prompt: "Can you braid my hair?"

Excerpt:

Crosshair wakes to a snuffling sound, and turns over to find his sister standing next to his bed.. “Omega? What’s wrong?” “I got sick,” Omega mutters, and her breath trembles. She’s crying, softly, quietly. Crosshair reaches over and clicks on the lamp, bathing the room in a warm glow of light. But the warmth does not extend to Omega’s face, her skin pale and eyes red rimmed. She blinks rapidly, and a tear escapes, creating another shiny track down her ashen cheek. She does not look well at all. Of all the times for Hunter and Wrecker to be gone on a supply trip for the island. 

Cadets (Artwork)

Prompts Filled: Week 4 | Main: Cadets

Stolen Time

Prompts Filled: Week 4 | Alt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

Excerpt:

He breaks the surface of consciousness with a breathless gasp. When he moves to sit up, a weight on each of his shoulders holds him back. A soothing voice speaks incomprehensibly and close, warm breath on his face. Tech continues to choke down gulps of air, his lungs greedily accepting the panicked doses. Words begin to take shape in the voice above him, and he hears his name, spoken so softly and gently that Tech knows that the speaker loves him. But he doesn’t recognize the voice, although his mind feels thick and muddled. Perhaps he simply cannot remember. 

Local Flavors

Prompts Filled: Week 5 | Main: "You're a bad liar." | Alt: "Need a hand?"

Excerpt:

Crosshair plucks one of the bottles from the basket, holds it up and shakes it. “What the kriff is this stuff?” “Seasoning,” Hunter says. “For cooking.” Crosshair manages to screw off the lid one handed, sniffing at the contents suspiciously. He makes a face. “I do not want this on my food.” Hunter snatches it away from him. “You wouldn’t know good flavor if it bit you in the shebs,” Hunter says.

Letting Go

Prompts Filled: Week 6 | Main: Battle Scars

Excerpt:

Crosshair sits down next to Hunter on the sand. “Omega told me what happened.” “I’m sure she did,” Hunter says. It comes out harsher than he means it to, but he does not try to take it back. It seems that age has worn down the barriers of his emotions, bitterness and hurt leaking through. “She said you were being unreasonable, overbearing, and overprotective,” Crosshair continues. “Not to mention your listening skills need some work, because you only care about your side of the argument.” Hunter’s frown deepens. “Good to know.” “And I said,” Crosshair goes on, as though Hunter hadn’t spoken, “the same thing I said way back when she was only about this big.” He holds out a hand to demonstrate. Hunter rolls his eyes, because they never knew Omega when she was that small, but he gets the point. “Aren’t you going to ask me what I said?” 

A Tiny, Unfamiliar Voice

Prompts Filled: Week 8 | Alt: Lula

Excerpt:

“Are you awake?” a tiny voice whispers. A tiny, young, unfamiliar voice. Wrecker groans. He doesn’t want to open his eyes. He doesn’t want to wake up. Not yet. He feels floaty and heavy all at once. And painless. He’s contentedly numb. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt no pain at all, not in his muscles or his head or his heart…he doesn’t want it to end.

Treacherous Waters

Prompts Filled: Week 6 | Alt: "Get out of my room!" | Week 7 | Main: "Don't avoid the question." | Alt: Getting a Haircut

Excerpt:

Crosshair knows he should be relieved, but somehow he’s tread into more treacherous waters.

Racket

Prompts Filled: Week 8 | Main: Swimming Lessons

Excerpt:

"Oh, look, a little lab scrabber,” Racket sneers when Omega walks into the infirmary with AZI. Omega ignores him, keeping her pace to show she doesn’t care. However, AZI stops to look at the clone sitting on the edge of a medical cot holding an ice pack to a developing black eye. “I must correct you, CT-1051811. Omega is not a lab scrabber. She is a medical assistant.”

Too Young To Grow Up (Drabbles Collection)

Prompts Filled: Week 9 | Main: "Hold still." | Alt: Stargazing | Week 10 | Main: Hugs | Week 11 | Alt: "Yeah, kid, we're fine." | Week 13 | Alt: Crashing Hard

Excerpt:

Moments and memories of Omega growing up on Pabu.

Threat

Prompts Filled: Week 10 | Alt: "Just when were you planning on telling us that?" | Week 11 | Main: "I didn't think I would get this far."

Excerpt:

“Just when were you planning on telling me that you were building a battle droid?”

Nightmares and Demons

Prompts Filled: Bonus Alternate Prompt: Light in the Darkness | Week 12 | Main: Nightmares | Alt: Radio Silence | Week 13: "Stop touching me!" // "I'm not touching you!"

Excerpt:

The girl came again. She knows his name. Speaks with a familiarity he craves. She tells him they are coming. Their brothers. Their brothers are coming. It is only a matter of time. He believes her. He has to believe her. If he doesn’t, he has nothing. Nothing but the poison that the Empire has leached into him. Needles and torture and endless, endless pain. Her promise, void and empty as it is, is like a light in the inky, consuming darkness. A fragile, flickering flame on the end of a match. It burns close to his finger tips, but he won’t let it go.

[wrathandgreed]

Hi! Hope you're having a good day.

For your ask game may I ask 🎨& ⚡?

Okay, so Tumblr ate my first response when I was alt-tabbing between this and Docs. Thanks, Tumblr! But thank you for the prompt, @evierena !

🎨 - Show us a WIP

From “Horn Maintenance” (short fic, fluff, Asmo x reader)

“Hey!” You boop him on the nose with the flat end of the file. “Let me work here.”

A great sigh. “But darling, you’re right here in front of me, and you’re cute enough to nibble on!”

You almost give in. But you want to see if you can bring Other Asmo back. So you settle yourself down in his lap and give him a kiss - not one of passion, but one of gentleness. Then you kiss the tip of his nose and smile right into his eyes. “Azzy, just let me just be affectionate for awhile. Let me take care of you a little.”

“Affec -“ For the briefest of moments, Asmo looks confused and it makes you really sad. You wonder if anyone’s ever asked to ‘take care of him’ without it being a sexual reference. You give him another kiss simply because you can’t stand seeing that look on his face. And then, without looking at him again, you turn back to his horn splinter and get to work.

From “The Seven Brothers Detective Agency” ( I did some googling into the “hard boiled detective” genre, and it’s fascinating. Apparently, in the early 1900s, it’s not that there was a lot of police corruption, it’s that the basic job of the police was enforcing things FOR the mob and/or politicians (basically the same thing back then). In the 1920’s, thanks to Prohibition, the mob began having so much money and power on their own that they didn’t need the cops anymore, and the alliance began to fracture. Enter, now, stories about this schism - people wanted justice, and they wanted stories about people to defend them from organized crime - AND from the cops (again, basically the same thing). So we wind up with the noir detective, usually a cop who disagreed with corruption, and is now jaded and cynical about their fall from the organization. Usually also dealing with shell-shock from WWI. )

(These are currently more like notes than full-on HCs)

Lucifer (The Boss)

Son of Old Money

Served in the Great War, very much against his father’s wishes. Men of their status do not sit in trenches and eat canned muck and get shot by German snipers.

Almost died more than once, saw some Major Shit.

Had a lot of trouble adjusting when he came home. Beds were too soft, everything glittered and sparkled and was too wide-open.

Also too boring. He spent two years facing life and death, and sitting back at his father’s desk with a cigar felt too simple.

So he decided to become a policeman. One of the **good** ones. He truly wanted to make a difference.

The day he enrolled, his father disowned him. Lucifer still had money left to him by his mother, but everything from his old man, including controlling interest in the company, was given to….someone else.

And for the first time, Lucifer felt free.

Rose in the ranks, thanks to charisma and intelligence.

Knew about the corruption, refused to participate, but felt he was too junior still to do anything about it.

By the time he was a senior detective, he’d gotten used to it. He wasn’t tempted by bribes himself, since he had more money than he would ever need. 

If he was actually going to help people, he needed to stay on the force. To stay on the force, he had to turn a blind eye.

At least until the murder.

A young Black singer, the daughter of one of his father’s servants. 

He’d grown up with her, their servant’s kids were as much his siblings as his actual sister. 

This girl was younger than him by a few years, but her voice had been heavenly. 

She sang in speakeasies, throaty voice singing the blues.

And now she was dead - brutalized and strangled for telling a rich white kid “no”.

The bastard was caught with blood quite literally on his hands. He fucking confessed.

But the boy’s father was a major contributor of the Chief’s - so her death was ruled an unsolved homicide.

Enraged, Lucifer did what he swore he would never do - he fought the system.

And lost.

And those who supported him - whatever their reasons - were kicked out of the force right alongside him.

So, with too much money on his hands, too much grief in his heart, and too many junior officers looking to him for leadership, Lucifer starts the Seven Brothers Detective Agency.

He saw his juniors - his friends, his **brothers** - and realized that, for most of them, they hadn’t just lost a job, they’d lost a reason to get up in the morning. So he gave them one.

He’ll never admit that he needed a reason to get up even more than they did.

At this point, he’s low key a functioning alcoholic.

He uses big-money cases in order to fund helping the disenfranchised.

Will always help people in real trouble, even if they can’t pay at all.

He spends most of his time on paperwork in the office, and occasionally bailing his juniors out of jail. 

Or paying off their mob debts.

Kind of the same thing, anyway.

When he does go out into the field, though, he’s formidable. 

He seems to have this otherworldly charm, and people find themselves talking to him, telling him things they maybe shouldn’t.

He’s an expert at questioning someone around in circles until they don’t even know what they’re saying.

He’s also an expert at asking such direct questions that people become uncomfortable. You can learn a lot from someone’s discomfort.

⚡️ - Biggest fear

What really scares me is uncertainty and insecurity. I grew up pretty poor. Not like super poverty, but the type of poor where you start working off the books at 11 and you eat dinner at your grandparents house for a few weeks because your own parents can’t afford groceries because something happened that sucked up available funds. Also, my mom was sick most of my childhood, so I wound up being her caretaker and between that and the whole getting-a-job-at-11 thing, I didn’t really have a childhood or teenage-hood. I’m a lot older now, and I’m in a pretty secure financial place, but I’m still desperately afraid of that one accident or emergency that will send me back into eating at other people’s houses or having to borrow money from my parents to afford to fix my car.

I’ve also got some of my mom’s conditions - plus a few mental illnesses - so part of my fear of uncertainty is what’s going to happen to me in the future. By the time she was my age, my mom was going blind and suffering mini-strokes. I’ve managed to avoid all of that, but for how long? We survive on my salary, so if I become unable to work, we’re screwed. Not to mention I can only be as healthy as I am because my job provides top-tier health insurance. What happens if I lose it? I’m not having children, so how will I be looked after if I actually live to be old?

So, short answer, I guess, is just “the future” - I’m always afraid of things taking a sharp downturn, because my childhood was nothing BUT thinking things were fine and then everything exploding in your face.

[summer-of-bad-batch]

Get those fraudulent votes in before 9pm CTS tonight!!

Currently at 358 responses…we shall see what we’re at at 9pm tonight! I’ll share how many total responses along with our final TOP 5 PROMPTS and PROMPTS 22-26 👏 (That means that 16 prompts will be a mystery 🔍)

TOP 5 PROMPTS

Cadets

Water Gun Fight

Nightmares

Hugs

Battle Scars

PROMPTS 22-26

Domestic

"You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

Comfort Zone

Radio Silence

Stormy Nights

**the top 13 votes will be released weekly in random order alongside random alt votes**

[waywardsou2]

Summer of Bad Batch 2024

For those of you in the Bad Batch community who don't know @kybercrystals94 created the Summer of Bad Batch event. I have decided that I will participate and considering it's my first fandom event I'm going to do my best to join in on the fun. This will be my master post for all of my content to verify my work and just keep track of what I've done so far.

Week 1

Prompt: Water Gun fight

Water Gun fight pt. 2

Alt Prompt: "It's not what you think"

Week 2

Prompt: Injured

Injured pt. 2

Alt Prompt: Comfort Zone

Bonus Prompt

Bonus prompt: "Can you braid my hair?"

Week 3

Prompt: "It's just a scratch"

Alt Prompt: "Forget I asked"

Week 4

Prompt: Cadets

Alt Prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen"

Week 5

Prompt: "You're a bad liar"

Alt Prompt: "Need a hand?"

Week 6

Prompt: Battle Scars

Alt Prompt: "Get out of my room!"

Week 7

Prompt: "Don't avoid the question"

Alt Prompt: Getting a Haircut

Week 8

Prompt: Swimming Lessons

Alt Prompt: Lula

Week 9

Prompt: "Hold Still"

Alt Prompt: Stargazing

Week 10

Prompt: Hugs

Alt Prompt: "Just when were you planning on telling us that?"

Week 11

Prompt: "I didn't think we would get this far"

Alt Prompt: "Yeah, kid, were fine"

Week 12

Prompt: Nightmares

Alt Prompt: Radio Silence

Week 13

Prompt: "Stop touching me" // "I'm not touching you"

Alt Prompt: Crashing Hard

Bonus Prompt

Light in Darkness

Final Statistics: link