#bad batch fluff

[crosshairlovebot]

bewitching mr. batchbury / crosshair x f!reader

pairing: crosshair x f!reader

description: ever since you met him and he ignored you, mr. batchbury has completely infuriated you. but as you spend time with the batchbury's as their sister's companion for the social season, your feelings for him become confusing and you cannot get the handsome silver-haired man out of your head.

REGENCY AU

word count: 8,649

warnings: none. kissing (making out, neck kisses). secret crushes. hate to love. misunderstandings. crosshair being annoying.

after writing regency hunter i knew i had to write regency crosshair too :') this exists in the same universe as hunter's piece so there are allusions to his romance :) this was so fun to write! crosshair has always been mr darcy coded to me so there's definitely an influence from p&p! i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated.

PART ONE

Mr. Carlisle ‘Crosshair’ Batchbury was completely and utterly infuriating. It did not matter that he was cripplingly handsome, uniquely distinguished by his strange grey hair, tall and lean stature, and a smattering of a port wine birthmark over his right eye – his personality was maddening.

And yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Acting as a companion to his little sister, Meg Batchbury, for London’s social season, you had spent many hours in the presence of the infamous Batchbury Brothers.

After returning from the war where they had started as lowly soldiers trained under a Commodore of the Royal Navy, they had made their fortune by collecting a wealth of prize money with an unbroken streak of successful battles. The band of brothers had been the talk of the ton, their rise from rags to riches captivating every gentleman and woman – but it was the mamas and their daughters who found themselves completely taken by them. When they’d ascertained the brothers had only enlisted to secure a future for their sister, their hearts were all of a flutter – for handsome, brave soldiers who were family men made perfect husbands.

The eldest Batchbury – Hunter – was already married, much to their dismay. But that still left three viable brothers for them to sink their lacey fans and dance cards into. When they’d heard the Batchbury’s would be attending this year’s social season, cries of delight were heard across the ton.

As a favour to your friend – the eldest Batchbury Brother’s wife, you’d promised you would accompany Meg to various balls and act as her companion and confidant for the season. Meg had expressed her desire to attend this year, now that her brothers had returned home. She’d been regaled with tales of fancy parties, endless food and dancing, and wanted to experience it for herself.

“It’s…a little more than that, Meg,” you’d told her carefully, cautious of her ideas that had seemed to be formed naively. “The point of these balls and parties is for matchmaking.”

Meg had waved her hand, dismissing your words. “Oh, I am aware. But I’m not interested in such things at present.”

You’d frowned. “But attending the social season does send the message that you are interested.”

Meg just grinned ruefully and shrugged. “Then I’ll just do my best to avoid it.”

You had shaken your head, smiling along with her. You’d sighed with some relief, knowing you’d not have to try and steer her from unsuitable matches or chaperone strolls in Hyde Park and could just simply enjoy time spent at extravagant balls and luncheons.

You were past the age of eligibility and the thought of simply attending a London social season to enjoy it was simultaneously scary and exciting. To know there were no expectations on you from your own family or on Meg, it was freeing.

You had joined the Batchbury’s at their London residence, and from the very moment you set foot inside the newly acquired townhouse, your eyes were drawn to the youngest Batchbury brother, Crosshair.

You’d been welcomed enthusiastically by Meg, who had petitioned her brothers to attend the London social season, much to their behest. But they had been kind and amiable when you were first introduced. You hadn’t been sure what to expect, but you had been surprised at how large they all were, and their history as soldiers was clear with their injuries and the weathered look of their faces. You already knew Hunter, who’d just returned from his honeymoon and itching to return to the country to his wife, but Wrecker and Tech had all been a picture of politeness upon introductions, meeting you with manners that were clearly practised. But Crosshair had stood behind, arms crossed, a scowl etched into his brow with no sign of it disappearing. He’d immediately met you with hard eyes the colour of coffee that were so scrutinising you had flinched.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Batchbury,” you’d said as you curtseyed, trying not to be bothered by his gaze.

Mr. Batchbury had looked you up and down, brow remaining creased as he seemingly evaluated you before his eyes met yours for a moment before looking away from you without greeting. You’d been puzzled by his lack of manners, and then hurt by his rejection and then angry, for who was he to be judging you? He did not even know you. And from that moment, Mr. Crosshair Batchbury was a rude annoyance you endured only for his siblings, despite his handsomeness – which only added to your irritation.

How cruel, for such beauty to be wasted on someone so dreadful.

He held that same hard gaze now, watching you from the other side of the Kenobi’s ballroom. The room was filled with people, and a string quartet played a cotillion that had those on the dance floor that separated you from Mr. Batchbury bouncing lively to the music.

It was the final ball of the season, and at the request of Meg, she wanted all the brothers in attendance tonight and they were completely powerless to say no.

Being in such close quarters with the four brothers for the season meant you not only saw their brash, loud, clever and cunning natures, but also the immense love they had for their sister. Each brother was different, but it was obvious what connected them all was their strong sense of family and loyalty. You had observed it all.

Wrecker’s love was boisterous and loud and coupled with fierce hugs and booming laughter. Tech’s affection was more subtle, but you’d find it in the way he consumed knowledge with the intent to share, to provide answers to questions his family asked; prepared for any situation. Hunter’s care was gentle and warm yet with a firmness that was steadfast and immovable. Crosshair, despite your feelings towards the other less amiable parts of his personality, showed love quietly, often through gesture or merely listening. He would grumble at Wrecker’s affection, but never push it away. He would listen to Tech’s ramblings even when everyone had vacated the room. And when Hunter’s strength managed to wane, Crosshair would swoop right in, ready to support in however he could.

Seeing this kind of love juxtaposed with the other parts of his caustic, sharp and, quite frankly, snarky personality was what vexed you the most; knowing he had the capacity for such softness and kindness but chose not to use it.

And actively chose not to use it with you.

You sipped your champagne, meeting his gaze from across the dance floor, ignoring the warmth that ignited your rest at his gaze. He mirrored your movements with his own glass of brandy, and you couldn’t help but drop your gaze to his lips that lay gently on the rim of the glass and think back to that moment in the greenhouse at the Across the Stars Ball where they were anything but gentle on your own.

Prince Anakin Skywalker and his wife, Queen Padme Amidala held their annual ‘Across the Stars’ ball at their London palace and it was the event of the social season. Everyone who was everyone in the ton was invited, and that now included the Batchbury family – much to Meg’s delight and her brother’s chagrin.

Meg had been ecstatic upon receiving the invitation and begged for her brothers to accept so that she could attend. As the first ball of the season, it was the first time all the brothers would be seen by the eyes of the ton, and you watched on from your place in the drawing room as they argued about etiquette and dancing, of which they had little experience.

“If we go, we will be expected to dance and socialise,” Hunter told his brothers.

“Sounds like a marvellous time!” Wrecker grinned, rising to his feet from where he sat on the settee that he practically dwarfed.

“You don’t know how to dance, Wrecker,” Tech pointed out from the armchair, raising an eyebrow as he looked up from his book, a wooden cane he used to aid his walking lent against the side table. He pushed his spectacles up his nose. “None of us do except for Hunter, who had clandestine lessons in a garden maze with his now wife.”

The eldest Batchbury blushed, port wine stain darkening as both Meg and Wrecker giggled. You smiled too, a book open on your lap.

Mr. Crosshair Batchbury remained silent from his seat on the writing desk, where he was penning something diligently in a notebook with his non-wooden hand.

Perhaps one of the most admirable traits about Mr. Batchbury was that he taught himself how to write with his left hand after losing his right in the war. Meg told you that he had spent weeks holed up in his room alone, practising his script until it was perfect and unsmudged. It was quite remarkable, to be so determined.

Now, he observed his siblings with his steely gaze as he casually dipped the end of the quill in ink, raising and lowering the feathered tool gently in the pot, sparing it no glance.

You always wondered what he was writing in that notebook. He never seemed to be without it. It lived in the back pocket of his trousers, and you’d often found him in different places throughout the townhouse, writing in it.

Once, early in your stay, you’d seen him lounging in a bay window that overlooked the streets of London, one leg outstretched and the notebook leaning on the other he’d pulled up as he wrote in careful hand. You’d almost walked past him, but your footsteps had stopped on their own accord. The sun was hitting him just right, bathing him in a golden glow that made the silver strands of his hair glitter and the warmth of his brown skin radiate through the small alcove. He had on a cream-coloured shirt, sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms, the collar of it wide and its ties undone, scandalously revealing the dip in his lean chest. His left side was closest to you, and his hand was poised so the side of it didn’t drag over the graphite words he'd just penned. You could see his wooden hand rest on the book to keep it steady.

He barely fit in the small space, one foot of his long legs pressed flat against the wall opposite him and half bent at the knee. He didn’t look comfortable, but he never really did anywhere in the house. He always looked like he was trying to slot himself into the new life they’d acquired but could never really find the right position for it to work.

When you thought back to that tableau, you were sure that was the moment you realised just how handsome he truly was, and the moment your thoughts and feelings for the standoffish and biting Mr. Batchbury became all muddled.

Sensing your eyes on him, you watched him flick his gaze to yours. “What?”

You flinched as his hard brown-eyed gaze landed on yours with a piercing fierceness. “Nothing. My apologies.”

Mr. Batchbury looked at you, his eyes trailing over you before moving back to your face, studying it before he returned his gaze to his writing, pencil moving once again.

You swallowed as you watched his movements, and the words fell out of you before you could stop them. “What are you writing?”

Mr. Batchbury froze, and he looked at you with a scrutinising regard. “Why?”

“I’m just curious. You never send any letters, and whenever I see you, you’re always penning something.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and continued on, suddenly trying to bridge this distance between you that both puzzled and annoyed you. “It must be something you love.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“What you’re writing.” Your face burned, but maybe if you found a connection; a common ground, then maybe this strange dynamic between you would end. “If you return to it every day, you must love it.”

Mr. Batchbury stared at you before slamming his notebook closed and standing up. You watched him as he sent you a scathing look, eyes hard and port wine stain a deep red. He brushed past you without another word before stalking away. You were shocked and completely and utterly confused. What had you said? What had you done? But your befuddlement just returned to the anger and disdain you’d already held, but now multiplied.

Mr. Batchbury was rude and unapproachable, nothing you did would change that. So, you were done being amiable towards him. No matter how attractive he was.

Coming back from your memory to the drawing room, you shut your book and stood, making your way across the room, nearing the writing desk.

“Perhaps I could give you all some lessons? So you can dance once or twice to keep up appearances. I would suspect that the quadrille would be easily mastered by former soldiers.”

Wrecker and Meg’s eyes lit up and they spoke simultaneously. “Would you?”

You smiled at them and nodded. “I would be happy to. Dancing is the best way to spend a party.”

“And build affection between partners,” Meg smiled, reciting something you’d told her.

“Well, yes, that too,” you smiled, and you saw something grey move in the corner of your eyes as Meg jumped up darted towards you to through her arms around you. “How wonderful! We can start lessons this afternoon, so we are ready for the ball on Saturday.”

“Whatever you want, Meg,” you gently untangled her from you and clasped her hands.

She grinned, squeezing your hands before turning to her brothers, of whom Wrecker and Hunter seemed genuinely happy for her. “Isn’t this exciting? A real ball!”

“Yes. It is most thrilling,” Tech kept his eyes on his book, his voice unenthused despite its sincerity, but it made you smile. You looked towards the writing desk and saw Mr. Batchbury’s scowl had only deepened, the quill in his hand unmoving and dripping ink on the page.

“Are you not excited too, Mr. Batchbury?” you slid over to the desk, eyes drifting down to the inked parchment as subtlety as you could manage, but Mr. Batchbury swiftly closed the notebook with a soft thud, preventing you from reading anything.

“It’s rude to impose your eyes on personal writings,” Mr. Batchbury’s raspy voice hissed at you. It was like a coiled snake, and it lit up your insides in the most improper way, wrapping itself around your bones and staying there long after you left his presence. His eyes met yours in a blazing stained gaze. He was so alluring, his face all angles and silver hair kept close to his head. There was a ghastly-looking scar on the side of his head he sustained during the war. His brother Wrecker had one too. But it did not detract from his good looks, at least not to you.

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes and instead slid him a look that showed your distaste. “My apologies. I had no idea of your writings being the personal kind. But you still haven’t answered my question Mr. Batchbury, and one might say that is rather rude too.”

Your back and forth with Mr. Batchbury no doubt tired everyone to no end, but no matter how hard you tried, you simply were incapable of ignoring his remarks. Something in you needed to put him in his place, but it only seemed to spur him on more, driving the wedge harder between you both. It no longer mattered how many times Meg had to step between you two, it did not do anything to change your behaviour towards each other. You could not stand Mr. Crosshair Batchbury, and he could not stand you.

He scoffed in response. “I won’t be attending dancing lessons. Nor will I be attending the ball.”

“But you must!” Meg pleaded to her brother, but his coffee-coloured eyes only remained on you.

“What a shame,” you said, no disappointment in your voice at all. “But perhaps it’s best. No one will want to dance with someone so impudent and rude as you are anyway.”

Mr. Batchbury’s lip curled in a snarl before he pushed his chair back roughly, wooden legs screeching on the floorboards, snatched his notebook and stalked out of the drawing room.

“Must you provoke him?” Meg sighed. You watched the room’s remaining brothers share a glance at each other that you could never decipher.

You dropped your shoulders, suddenly feeling bad that you’d upset Meg. She was so lovely, like a little sister. You looked at her sullen face, her blonde hair swept into a braid and tied with a red ribbon – the Batchbury’s had seemed to adopt it as their family colour. She was so full of light.

“I’m sorry, Meg,” you said sincerely before holding out your hand. “Shall we learn the quadrille?”

That afternoon was spent teaching Meg and Wrecker how to dance a slew of dances that would be performed at the Across the Stars Ball including the quadrille, the cotillion, the scotch reel, the Naboo country dance and the waltz. Tech played the piano, unable to dance due to his injuries, and you paired with Hunter, who made the perfect partner for your instruction since he knew the dances already. Wrecker and Meg laughed as they stepped on each other’s feet and spun around. Their laughter was infectious, and you and Hunter and Tech laughed along too until you were all laughing so hard that you were unable to dance, and Tech was unable to play.

You caught your breath, hand on your chest as it heaved inside the confines of your corset, smiling at Meg as she pantomimed how ridiculous Wrecker had looked only minutes ago when you thought you saw a flash of grey hair up in the balconied eaves of the townhouse’s small ballroom. You frowned. Surely you were imagining such things.

It seemed as if the entire population of London was in attendance at the Across the Stars Ball, their ballroom was full of gentlemen and women, debutantes as well as members of the aristocracy and even parliament. Everyone was dressed in their finest gowns and suits coloured in rich navies and purples, gold and silver embellishments, fitting into the celestial theme perfectly. You swore you saw the elusive Duchess Satine Kyrze who rarely ventured from her country estate in Mandalorshire and even laid eyes upon Prince Reginald from the far-off Kingdom of Kamino, or Rex as he preferred to be called – the ton’s gossip mill had come to the conclusion that he was a close friend of Prince Skywalker.

You watched along with Tech as the Batchbury siblings – minus the youngest brother – took to the floor. Hunter and Wrecker took turns dancing with Meg, much to her delight and the scrutiny of the ton, but the Batchbury’s cared little for impropriety and more for their sister’s happiness. After lessons this week, they had taken to the dances fairly quickly and you smiled as they performed the steps as if they’d been doing them all their lives.

Hunter switched out with Wrecker, needing to catch his breath. You smiled at him.

“Are you missing the wild seas yet, Hunter?” you joked.

Hunter returned your smile. “Not even the decks of the Marauder could’ve prepared me for this.”

You laughed before Hunter excused himself for a drink. You sipped your champagne, listening to the whispers from those around you as they discussed the Batchbury’s debut at the most anticipated ball of the season.

“They’re a little…odd.” The voice dripped with pretentiousness from behind you, her tone all nasally.

You watched Wrecker lift Meg up and spin her around in an improvised turn that was not part of the choreography, both laughing loudly with glee. They were having the time of their lives.

“Odd is putting it kindly.” This voice blubbered with pompousness. You gripped your champagne glass tightly.

“This is why I believe we need to stop just anyone from acquiring fortunes, because this happens. Common people have no place here.”

You just about broke your glass, and your shoulders raised as you were seconds away from turning around and dressing the pair of snobs down, but Tech put a hand on your arm to stop you.

“Pay it no mind,” he said evenly, his hands returning to the top of his cane in front of him.

“But they’re being so cruel,” you protested, shoulders sagging.

He shook his head before pushing his glasses up his nose. “It is nothing we are not used to. It no longer affects us. We know who we are, and that’s all we’ve ever cared about.”

You softened your smile at him. You knew how the Batchbury’s had grown up in destitution and had endured many hardships to get to where they were now. You had grown fond of them all since joining them as Meg’s companion, and it just wasn’t right that people thought they were undeserving of their fortune. Out of anyone, they deserved to be happy and live without worry. You wished all of the ton believed that too.

You placed your now empty glass on a passing tray before turning to Tech. “I’m taking some air.”

“Leaving so soon?”

You whipped your head to see Mr. Batchbury in all his handsome glory. Similarly to his brothers, he was dressed in a dark grey tailored suit embroidered with silver thread, unintentionally matching his hair. His front pocket held a red pocket square, like all his brothers as a representation of their family. He towered over you, his trousers accentuating his long legs as they tucked into his shiny black knee-high boots. You flushed as he looked at you, the corner of his mouth upturned in his infuriatingly attractive smirk.

“Mr. Batchbury,” you stammered out. “I’m surprised you’re here.”

“As am I,” Tech blinked behind his spectacles. “You have expressed your distaste for these events, Crosshair.”

Crosshair scowled out at the dance floor, his eyes finding Meg and Wrecker. Hunter was held up somewhere, no doubt the bar was filled with people of the ton wanting to make his acquaintance, much to his discomfort.

“Yes, well, I don’t like being left behind,” Crosshair spoke bitterly, grabbing a glass of champagne from a tray. He sipped it, grimacing at the taste. You knew he hated champagne. “Is there nothing stronger?” he complained.

“There’s a bowl of punch on the other side of the room that has been spiked with a liquor that tastes like an oil lamp, if that is more to your taste,” you said dryly.

“Funny,” Mr. Batchbury drawled before downing the rest of the champagne. The string quartet finished the music, and everyone gave a gentle applause. People moved on and off the dancefloor in a sea of bodies as they prepared for the next dance of the evening.

“Care to dance?” Mr. Batchbury held out his left hand towards you. You looked up at him in shock, mouth agape.

“I’m sorry?” Had you heard him right?

Mr. Batchbury rolled his eyes and emphasised his outstretched palm. “A dance. Would you like one?”

You looked at him incredulously. He wanted to dance with you? The man who did not hide how much he disliked you and your presence in his household with his family. The man who did not acknowledge you at all and when he did, did so with such disdain that it was tangible. And yet he held out his gloved un-wooden hand towards you.

You looked at Tech who watched the interaction with interest, a look on his face you couldn’t decipher. You crossed your arms at Mr. Batchbury. “Is this a trick?”

“Would you give me an answer,” he hissed, growing impatient and agitated.

You studied him for a moment, trying to find any mischief or dishonesty in his gaze, but found none of it. Was he truly asking you in earnest? You couldn’t fathom it. It crossed your mind to reject him, to say no and humiliate him in front of everyone but something tugged in your chest. He’d come here of all places, even though he vehemently expressed his dislike for balls and intention not to attend. Even though he never seemed to feel comfortable in this new life he had and to dance with you in front of everyone was making a spectacle of himself.

And Mr. Batchbury, you had learned, did not do anything he did not want to do, and it seemed as though he did indeed wish to dance with you, but you could not place why. No one had asked you to dance in such a long time, and you doubt Mr. Batchbury made a habit of asking anyone to do anything at all, much less dance with him. It simply seemed…cruel to reject his offer – and you could not deny the part of you that actually wanted to dance with him; to be close to him in a way that wasn’t through argument.

Your inconvenient crush on the youngest Batchbury brother should not be encouraged…but it would be nice to dance.

Cautiously, you placed your gloved hand into his, his fingers wrapped around yours securely, but not tightly. His palm felt firm and strangely comforting against yours as he led you onto the dance floor and you watched the side of his face in fascination. He looked at you when you reached your position on the floor and dropped your hand. You looked up at him, his hands behind his back, and he stared down wordlessly at you, his eyes studying you intensely. You averted your gaze, landing on Wrecker and Meg in the next row, who were watching you both with curious expressions.

Your eyes slid back to him when the music began, and you met his bow with a curtsey. His eyes never left yours as he took your hands gently in his and performed the first step, moving towards each other and passing by the shoulders. He was poised and effortless in his movement, which surprised you.

“I thought you did not know how to dance,” you whispered, not sure why your voice decided to lower so.

Mr. Batchbury didn’t answer, the corner of his mouth twitching like it was about to smile. You frowned as you came together again.

“You didn’t attend my lessons with your family,” you whispered again a little louder.

You almost tripped over your own feet when you saw Mr. Batchbury’s mouth lift into a small, amused smile. Your frown deepened which only seemed to make him more delighted. What could he possibly be smiling about? You held his hands as you spun in a slow circle, his thumbs gently resting on your knuckles, brushing yours. You watched him, the way his whole face seemed to change just at the lift in his expression. The way the crease in his brow went away, the smile lines on his face deepening and his eyes filled with mirth. It was breathtaking.

Your mind then went back to the flash of grey hair you saw up in the balconied eaves of the Batchbury’s ballroom and it all became clear.

“You watched, didn’t you?” you asked, though you knew you were right. “From the eaves.”

Mr. Batchbury was silent for a moment, his smile falling back into that pensive line, as if he was annoyed you’d seen him and caught on to his little game.

“And if I did?” he countered, passing by your shoulder again. He hardly ever answered a question directly and it drove you to such frustration. You rolled your eyes.

“Why would you not come down and learn properly? Are you embarrassed, or do you simply hate me that much?” you held hands again, moving down the line on the dancefloor.

Mr. Batchbury scoffed, a light puff of air from his nose. “I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me, sir,” you snapped back, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

The dance continued, and you moved towards him and turned so your back was to his front, and one of his hands found your waist and the other held your hand. You lay your hands on his as you both moved in a circle with some other couples. Your chest tightened as you felt his hands on your body as he pulled you close to him. You felt his hand rest in the dip of your waist, and you were so aware of the way his fingers flexed against your palm. His touch ignited your body in ways you never believed was possible and you tried to control the heat that rushed to your cheeks and up the back of your neck. How could he illicit this response from you when you were constantly at odds? It was nonsensical.

You were hoping he couldn’t tell your fluster when you felt him bend down to your ear, breath tickling you there.

“I do not hate you.” His voice was like gravel, and you felt the vibrations of his low voice move down into your bones. It flared through you, goosebumps prickling across your skin, and you fought off a shiver that threatened to travel down your spine. You spun away from him, returning to face him once more.

Mr. Batchbury looked at you with that same pensive, almost emotionless expression, and you felt the irritation in you rising as you passed by his shoulder again, circling him.

“You always ignore me when I am in the room, and if by some miracle you do acknowledge my existence, you reject any civil conversation with me with caustic barbs and scowls. You all but yelled at me when I innocently inquired about what you write in your notebook. So, please explain to me why I should believe you don’t hate me when it’s clear that you do.”

Mr. Batchbury’s expression remained impassive despite your blunt claims, fanning the flames of your ire until they were ablaze with fury. You wished he was not so handsome, that his touch and proximity did not affect you so – it made this all the more difficult and confusing. You returned to your place and watched as he passed by your shoulder, circling you. You waited for his response, waiting to see how he came to his own defence, but it did not come.

He had nothing to say, and that hurt even more. For it meant he truly did hate you.

You laughed humorlessly, shaking your head, feeling tears begin to prick your eyes and you tried to hide your hurt as the music came to a close, thankful your dance was over.

You curtseyed as he bowed, chastising yourself for getting upset at how he treated you. He did not deserve to mould your feelings in this way. You shook your head again, face aflame and tears threatening to spill down your cheeks in front of everyone – in front of the person you loathed the most yet whose eyes haunted your dreams. You quickly walked off the dance floor without another word. You ignored the calls of your name from Meg and instead made your way towards the doors that led to the gardens.

When you made it outside, the cool air prickled your skin, and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. There were small droves of people outside among lanterns, their chatter an even din to your ears. But you needed to be further away. Stray tears falling, you went down the steps and into the gardens, away from the ball and the people.

The Queen and Prince’s staff had not placed the lanterns everywhere, and soon you left them behind as you walked through the well-kept gardens towards the glass building which could not be anything but the greenhouse, your feet crunching softly on the gravel pathways. You wrapped your arms around yourself and looked up at the sky as you walked, at the constellations that littered the blue night with glowing dots. You smiled tearfully at the reminder that you were only a small part of something much bigger, and nothing could truly matter so much when the stars existed. Even if it felt like the opposite.

When you reached the door, you pushed it open and closed it quietly behind you. The temperature was much warmer than it was outside, and you could feel the heat seep into your skin. You walked further in, marvelling at the various plants that grew and seemed to flourish in this environment, some of them you’d never seen before in your life. There were fruit trees and shrubs, flower bushes and others. The greenhouse was lit inside, giving the plant life an orange glow in the night. You walked around stone fountains and admired the stone statues, letting the ball and its people slip away.

You didn’t know why you were so hurt by Mr. Batchbury’s actions and lack of words. Something about him flared up a part of yourself you didn’t like. You hated meeting his barbs with cutting remarks, it was exhausting. You hated ruining your time spent with the Batchbury’s, so aware of their youngest brother and primed for any words that may be sent your way. You spent almost every waking thought fixated on Crosshair Batchbury and no matter what you did, nothing could sway your mind elsewhere. Always thinking about his stupid words that fell from his pretty lips and his even more stupidly handsome face with those searing brown eyes that spread fire through you when you looked into them.

You kicked the edge of the fountain with a frustrated sound coming from your throat and then sat on the edge and put your head in your hands. You felt more tears fall down your cheeks and you sniffled, wishing you had a handkerchief.

You could not deny it to yourself any longer.

You were completely enamoured by Mr. Crosshair Batchbury, and the hurt you felt was because you wanted him to like you. You kept fighting with him because it was the only way he would look at you with those pretty eyes of his. Ever since that first introduction, you wished his attention to be filled with the love, care and kindness you knew he possessed. But his handsome angled face would only ever send you daggers. So, with nothing else to do, with no explanations to why he did not like you, you just kept arguing with him, over and over again. But nothing ever changed. Whatever you did, whatever you said would never win him over, and you were exhausted.

You deserved better than that.

You heard footsteps running inside and you quickly straightened, eyes wide. You wiped your face and hoped your eyes weren’t so red. The footsteps stopped and you turned to your right and scoffed when you saw the source of all your hurt, confusion and desire standing there in all his glory.

“What do you want, Mr. Batchbury?” you asked, but did not want an answer. He looked at you, beautiful brown eyes trained on your face, and you watched them search your features for something. You laughed humorlessly and kept talking.

“Wanted to see if I finally cracked? If your words, or lack thereof I should say, finally landed their blow? Well, they did, sir. They did. You win. I’m not playing this game with you any longer, I am tired of it.”

“What game?” he croaked out, standing there all tall and handsome with a crease in his brow you wanted to press away with your thumb. Oh, how you wished he’d just been nice to you. It would’ve been so much easier.

You stood up and smoothed your gown. “Our arguments. I don’t want to have them anymore.”

He looked at you, incredulous. “The ones you started?”

“I did not start anything!” You hissed at him, balling your fists. “You did!”

Mr. Batchbury took a step closer to you, his voice deepening with disdain. “Please enlighten me, because I distinctly remember you disliking me from the moment we met, and nothing could change your mind.”

You rolled your eyes before narrowing them at him. “That’s rich coming from you, Mr. Batchbury, seeing as though you were the one who decided I was not up to your standards upon our introduction.”

Mr. Batchbury reeled back. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you spat, taking a step towards him. “You looked me up and down and decided that was it, you’d seen enough of me. And now I simply plague you by existing. Shall I reiterate my words from the ballroom?”

“I know perfectly well what you said.”

He was so close to you now and you had to crane your neck to meet his eyes. When you were this close, you could see the uneven outline of his port wine stain across his eye, the deep red a contrast to his brown skin. You watched the way the colour flared with his emotions, and you wanted to place your fingertips over it, feel if it was as hot as his anger. He scowled down at you, his shoulders broad despite his lean frame. He was intimidating to most, and he knew it – but he never scared you. This attention that he gave you in these moments only solidified your wish for him to look at you in other ways. For those burning eyes of his to look upon you with love and not disdain. You drew yourself up as tall as you could, meeting him in every way except the way you wanted to, hoping your voice didn’t tremble.

“So, you do not deny it? That you took one look at me and decided I was not worthy of your company.”

Mr. Batchbury’s face softened ever so slightly. If you had blinked, you would’ve missed it. “That’s not what happened.”

You smiled only to hide the immense hurt that only seemed to cut deeper with every moment he continued to look at you like that. “Oh, please, spare me.”

Mr. Batchbury’s eyes searched your face. What did you look like to him right now? You must look unkempt with the mess of your emotions. You were not good at hiding any of them, all the anger and hurt seemed to show up in the creases of your face and across your skin. Did he feel bad about the mess he had made you? Did he feel anything which was not frustration and vexation towards you? You could not imagine it. His face had softened marginally since the beginning of this spar, but the only thing it could be is pity; pity that you believed such things, pity that you couldn’t take the arguments anymore.

Pity that you felt for him in ways he could never fulfil.

You felt your eyes brim with tears, and you took a step back, putting distance between you. Being so close to him was not helping in any such way. This had to stop.

“You know, sir, just because you are rich, tall, and a handsome war hero does not mean you can treat people like they no longer matter. You and your family are wonderful people. The love you have for each other is truly remarkable and if I ever had a family, I would hope they are as close as yours is. I love your brothers and sister dearly, but it does not take away from the fact you have continued to provoke and anger me, and I will no longer allow it.”

Something shifts in Mr. Batchbury; he straightens and his once steady feet falter as he looks at you, like he’d just been knocked off balance. You stare at each other, his eyes wide and yours full of hurt and surrender. He blinks, processing your words, and you realise what you’ve just let slip from your tongue.

Handsome. Handsome. Handsome.

Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful.

The words linger in the air between you both, and you feel yourself stiffening as your mouth opens slightly, before closing again. You could not take the words back. Your secret was out; he knew what you really thought of him.

Despite all the insults and affronts towards him, you did think he was wonderful and handsome, and the love he showed his family made a different kind of warmth seep through you. Not the warmth of anger, but the warmth of admiration and love.

Mr. Batchbury seemed to recover from the weight of your words, shifting on his feet, but his eyes never left you. You watched his face soften, harden then soften again, the creases around his eyes and mouth betraying his usual stoic face. You watched as he took a tentative step closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.

“You won’t, will you?”

You felt the breath of his words tickle your face and you looked up at him, heart beating so fast you were sure he could hear it in this quiet, empty corner of the greenhouse. You swallowed. What was he doing? His words sounded like a challenge, but his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it; softer than it had ever been towards you.

But you’d been burned by him before, and you stood your ground, on guard for the insult that would surely follow. Your voice was low with your response, mustering up as much challenge as you would with his eyes looking down on you.

“No, I won’t.”

You were unprepared for his next words, delivered in that same softness as before but not coated in an uncertainty that puzzled you and caught you off guard. “What will you allow then?”

You blinked up at him, eyes moving between his. Were they even softer than before? Your eyes trailed down his face and watched the way his lips pressed together. You quickly met his gaze once more, your reply coming out strained. “I haven’t decided yet.”

Mr. Batchbury voice was unnervingly gentle as he said, “Will you allow this?”

He silently lifted his gloved hand and put the end of it between his teeth. You watched the movement, eyes trained on his mouth as he pulled it off and let it drop from his mouth to the floor. Then he took your hand in his bare one softly, and his wooden one cradled your elbow. Your breath hitched at the touch. His eyes left yours only for a moment as he pinched the seam of the tip of your silk glove, just above your middle finger. Then his gaze returned as he tugged, slowly pulling your glove from your arm until it was bare. Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly as you moved your eyes between his and his movements in quick darts.

“What are you doing?” Your voice rushed and breathless.

His voice was calm, if not slightly bored as he dropped the glove to the ground. “Seeing what you will allow.”

Mr. Batchbury began to do the same with your other glove, repeating the movements carefully. You blinked up at him, your heart racing and your stomach flipping over itself once you felt his hand move across the bare skin of your arms and hands. His palm was not rough, but it was not quite smooth, either. It was dry, warm, and large and completely engulfed your own hand, and you imagined his other hand would’ve felt the same if it had not been lost. His hand was a working one; a hand that had held rifles and pulled on ropes; a hand you knew held his sister’s when she was little; a hand that learnt how to write when he lost his other; a hand that carried around his leather-bound book tightly; a hand that had held you close to him when you had danced; a hand that removed your gloves so artfully you felt the sensations move through your entire body.

A hand that was, in fact, gentle with you in ways his words had never been.

You stared at him, and he looked at you as he held your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a gesture that seemed almost instinctual. He’d done that during the dance too, you realised. You thought it had been done absently, but what if…it was intentional? You searched his face and saw a vulnerability you had never once seen grace his features. It made him look boyish, and something in your chest bloomed before you realised what you were doing.

You were holding hands with Mr. Batchbury in a greenhouse, and his skin was warm against yours.

You shook your head, face aflame. “This isn’t proper,” you choked out.

His voice was soft once more. “Do you want to stop?”

You looked at him. You had lamented only moments ago of how you wished he would show you the kindness he showed his family, and now here he was, holding your hand. How did he move from throwing barbs towards you, to such gentle gestures? How had the hostility between you shifted so quickly into softness? Your surrender to this game between you, your secret feelings towards him that had finally revealed itself after hiding them behind venom-soaked words. Something in that had changed the way he looked at you, how he spoke and how he held you.

What did it all mean?

But as he looked at you, finally looking at you with something other than hate, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“No,” you whispered.

His eyes softened once more, and it was an expression you’d grown very fond of in the past minutes, and you found yourself getting lost in the tourmaline of his eyes. They were the colour of a fireplace, of cinnamon sticks in hot cider – and maybe that was Mr. Batchbury to his core. Sweetness on the edges of the tart acidic warmth that permeated you as you consumed it.

You wanted to reach up and touch his face, see if the stubble that lined his jaw was rough against your fingers, you wanted to trace the line of his port wine stain, and see if his eyes closed with the touch, or if they stayed trained on you.

You felt your cheeks heating as he continued to look at you. What did he see now when he looked at you? Still the mess of anger and hurt? Or the unhidden feelings of enamour you had hidden for so long?

You felt his hand on yours squeeze before he swallowed, and slowly moved his face closer to yours. It was a cautious kind of movement that left room for you to push him away, but you couldn’t – or wouldn’t. And instead, the thump of your heart filled your ears as his lips inched closer to yours, both your gazes dropping to each other’s lips. He paused and you felt the breath of your name over the lips.

“Yes,” you breathed back.

“I have never once hated you,” Mr. Batchbury whispered before he pressed his lips to yours.

You had never kissed anyone in your life, and all your knowledge came from novels or chatters overheard from servants. But this kiss wasn’t like anything you have ever heard or read. It started off sweet, tentative a little unsure as you both tried to figure out what to do and what felt good. He pulled you closer, so you were pressed up against his chest, and his arms went to your hips whilst yours draped themselves over his shoulders. He lifted you so your feet were on top of his, and you pressed your tip toes into the tops of his boots as the kiss deepened, both of you finding your footing as you grew used to the ministrations. He smelled like the fireplace his eyes matched, and you breathed him in as Mr. Batchbury’s lips claimed yours. Your body was on fire as felt his tongue at the seam of your lips and you couldn’t hold back a moan as you tasted him. He tasted of the champagne he’d downed earlier, and you could feel the hardness of his frame against you, like nothing was close enough.

“Enchanting,” you thought you’d heard him say between kisses.

The kisses you’d heard about had never detailed the kind of passion and want this kiss held. The greenhouse’s heat coupled with the heat of this embrace was making you hot all over, your body tingled with the need for more. And as the kiss went on, you both became more frantic, gasping between each kiss. His hands moved up and down your back, holding you securely against him and your bare hands grasped at the short strands of his silver hair that lay at the nape of his neck. He groaned as you tugged at them and kissed you harder, his hot mouth slanting over yours as he pulled you in deeper, bodies pressed together like nothing was close enough.

“Mr. Batchbury,” you breathed as his lips left yours to move down your jawline to your neck. You pressed your hand against his cheek and felt the stubble, confirming the roughness of it you had imagined. God, you wanted him everywhere – improper be damned. How could something that felt so good be so improper? Why were people denying themselves this for the sake of propriety? You feared you could never get enough of this, of him.

“Crosshair,” he insisted, just like his lips as they pressed into your skin, nipping at your exposed collarbones.

“Crosshair,” you repeated before he swallowed your breath with his lips once more.

He let out a groan that you felt vibrate into your lips and chest and something about that sound, the deepness and loudness of it in the bubble you both had made, brought you back to yourself, and you remembered where you were and realised what you were doing.

You pulled away, chest rising and falling, eyes wide and cheeks burning. Your face was so close to his, and you took him in. His eyes were blown, brown irises bright, and his mouth parted with swollen lips. His port wine birthmark was a deep red as his skin flushed. You felt his chest press into yours as he breathed hard, and he blinked at you.

In his face, you saw a man who’s kissed you senseless, who held you to him, who’d touched your bare hands, and had been so gentle, all you had ever wanted him to be with you and yet, you felt yourself freeze.

Was this real? Or another cruel game at the expense of your feelings? One where he told you he never hated you, kissed you until your knees buckled then spat cruelties later on? Was he lulling you into complacency so his acid tongue would burn you when you weren’t expecting it?

The thought hit you like a twelve-horse carriage and the guard you’d foolishly let down flew back up. You’d lost your mind; taken by your fantasies. Mr. Batchbury was never gentle with you, no matter how much you wished it – why would he start now?

You couldn’t be sure. But you were not going to be hurt by Mr. Batchbury again – your heart couldn’t take it.

He rasped out your name, your kisses still lying in his throat and you felt yourself jolt before wrenching yourself out of his embrace.

“I have to go,” you strained out, already feeling your eyes burn with tears.

You watched his expression change into one of shock and then indignation. “What?”

“This shouldn’t have happened,” you choked before turning away from him and running back through the greenhouse the way you came, leaving Mr. Batchbury behind.

i hope you enjoyed this FIRST installment!! bc ofc! what is a regency romance without a steamy encounter!! ANYWAY stay tuned!!

(i am travelling for a bit so part 2 will be posted sometime in december! thank you for your patience!)

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tech x f!jedi reader x crosshair

warnings: mentions of a nightmare and a rough past

wc:692

Auburn curls splayed out on one of your thighs. Short silver curls brushed against the other. Goggle indents around one’s eyes, and frown lines painted the other’s face.  Their eyes finally closed and into rem sleep that they very much needed. Sinking into the feathery soft pillows behind you, content is the best word to describe your feelings right now. Relaxing your strained muscles from the grueling mission. 

Tech’s hand gripping your smooth thigh as he slept. Crosshair had his hand splayed across your back. Both of them softy snoring as you combed your fingers through their hair. Hunter enters the room after his shower glancing over at your little trio. A warm smile on his usually stern face. 

“Thank you sarad” His voice quiet as he dries his curls. 

“Scrunch Hunt, remember your curls matter” you lightly scold him. “Also you don’t have to thank me” you add smiling at him then down at the boys. He laughs at your scolding but does what you say. 

“You deserve to be thanked for everything you do for us. Especially them, they had it hard when we were cadets. The attention you give them makes them forget about those memories” he tells you as he sits in his bed across from you. 

“I’ll always do whatever I can for them. I care too much to let anything bad happen. It may be against the code, but I will defy every rule in the code for them. For each of you” your tone is serious yet your voice is still soft. 

“ I know. You know we’d never ask you something like that” Hunter assures you. 

“I’d do it without any of you asking” your tone not changing from its serious nature as you looked Hunter in the eyes. He understood how much you loved and cared about the squad. You show it in everything you do. He could see you’re  about to be slightly uncomfortable sleeping tonight so he grabbed another pillow from Tech’s bed placing it behind you. You mumble a thanks as you begin to doze off. Hunter kisses the top of your head before turning in himself. His final thoughts being grateful to have you not only as their general but someone who cares for them. Finally falling into a deep sleep as Wrecker’s snores became white noise in the background.  

As the night goes on the two who were sleep on your lap startled awake. Deep breathing and a sheen of sweat glossed over their forehead. Seemingly from nightmares, though you slept soundly between them. 

“Was it about her?” Crosshair rasped, reaching over to grab water. Tech only nodded, extending his hand out to ask for the water next. Graciously taking a drink once Crosshair handed it over.  They admired your sleeping form that was sitting up only moments ago to let them sleep on your thighs. You now were laying on your side with the sheets in your grasp.  

“She’s fine and we have nothing to worry about” Crosshair assures Tech reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. As if you could feel their unrest, your hands reached out gripping theirs. Your eyes open up meeting their honey colored ones. 

“What’s wrong?” you question voice groggy from sleep. When they didn’t answer you knew the answer was a nightmare. “Come here” you open your arms for them. Tech lays down first, though he still hasn’t said a word. He buries his face into your chest as Crosshair lays behind you his head resting on top of yours. You push back Tech’s curls that stuck to his forehead placing a soft kiss on it. Then bring Crosshair’s hand to your lips placing a kiss on his palm. 

“I’m not going anywhere as long as I have a say in what happens to me” you softly tell them both. Crosshair buries his face in your neck, Tech’s grip onto your sleep shirt tightens. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” you assure them in Mando’a. They both relax, slowly letting sleep take over once more. Knowing you love them is enough for them. Especially knowing you would do anything to stay with them. 

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I’m really struggling and Going Through It™️ because of problems with my family (which I get blamed for, as usual), does anyone have some nice and fluffy Bad Batch fics that they could please share? Bonus points if it’s Omega and Crosshair focused or Crosshair and Echo focused. Thank you. 🩷

[freesia-writes]

Hey!!! So excited to see that you were opening requests for a Bad Batch Valentine's event! I would like to put in a humble request of a one shot with Echo and a female reader. I have no specific details on appearance. For the general vibe, I would like it to make me feel all the happily ever after feels. I love all your work, can't wait to see what you do next!! ❤️ 😍

Yeah baby! I can't ever resist a little stargazing/campfire sort of situation, so here's a fairly generic setting that's just filllllled with his sweetness (and slight sauciness, LOL). Dividers by @stars-n-spice from this post here!

Echo x GN!Reader

970 words

No content warnings

Underneath the twinkling canvas of stars, you and Echo found yourselves nestled around the crackling campfire, the warmth casting a gentle glow over your faces. The air was crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and the distant sound of nocturnal creatures stirring in the forest.

Echo sat beside you, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames as they flickered and swayed in the cool night breeze. His expression was thoughtful, his brow furrowed slightly as if lost in deep contemplation.

"You know," he began, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you, "there's something about being out here, under the stars, that just feels... right."

You nodded in agreement, following his gaze as it drifted up toward the glittering expanse above. "It's peaceful," you replied softly, "like the chaos of the world fades away for a little while."

Echo smiled, a small, genuine curve of his lips that softened the lines of his face. "Exactly," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the fire crackled and popped beside you, the two of you found yourselves lost in conversation, sharing stories and memories as the night stretched on. Echo spoke of his time as a member of the 501st as well as his time in Clone Force 99, recounting daring missions and narrow escapes with a mixture of pride and humility. You listened intently, hanging on his every word as he painted vivid pictures of battles fought and comrades lost. There was a depth to Echo's stories that resonated with you, a sense of camaraderie and loyalty that spoke to the bonds forged in the crucible of war.

"I'll never forget the time we were stranded on that desolate moon," Echo said, a wistful smile playing at the corners of his lips. "We had to fend off a pack of ravenous nexu with nothing but our blasters and a few thermal detonators."

You laughed, the sound echoing softly in the quiet of the night. "That sounds like quite the adventure," you replied, imagining the scene playing out in your mind's eye.

"It was," Echo agreed, his gaze distant as he relived the memory. "But it was also one of the moments that brought us closer together as a team. We had each other's backs, no matter what. I felt like a real part of a team again." 

As the fire burned low and the sky lay above you as a dark, velvet cover, you realized that this moment was something special. It was a chance to connect with Echo on a level that went beyond the battlefield, to see the man behind the armor and the scars.

"Thank you for sharing your stories with me," you said softly, breaking the silence that had settled over the clearing. "It means a lot."

Echo turned to you, his gaze soft and sincere. "Thank you for listening," he replied, a hint of warmth in his voice despite its wistful touch. "It's been a long time since I've had someone to share them with.”

You felt a flutter of anticipation in your chest, and the air between you seemed charged with electricity, a palpable tension that you couldn't ignore. He shifted beside you, his gaze lingering on your face as if searching for something in the depths of your eyes. 

"You know," he began, his voice low and husky, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, anticipation coursing through your veins. "What is it?" you asked, barely above a whisper.

He reached out, his hand coming to rest on yours, his touch sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. "I... I don't know how to say this," he confessed, his gaze dropping to where your fingers were intertwined. "But ever since I met you, I've felt... something. Something I can't really explain, and something I don’t think I deserve, but… I don’t want to stuff it down anymore.”

“Oh.” Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air between you. “Echo… How could you say you don’t deserve it?”

“Cause I’m a bit of an ass,” he said with a grin, breaking the intensity of the moment with some levity.

“My favorite ass,” you teased, heart warming at the humor and relief that softened his sharp features. 

Echo looked up, his gaze locking with yours, and in that moment, the world seemed to fall away. His pale brown eyes were brimming with emotion, a new vulnerability and courage surfacing at the same time. You didn’t know how to confess all that you felt toward him as well, feeling utterly paralyzed by the dreaminess of the entire situation -- nestled cozily side by side on the ground beneath the stars. 

Without thinking, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you until your lips met in a soft, tender kiss. It was like coming home, a perfect moment of clarity and connection that left you breathless and wanting more. He sucked air in through his nose, freezing for a split second before tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His arms snuck around you, pulling you more closely against him until you were almost losing your balance, and you came tumbling apart with hands sprawling to find the ground and a small chuckle punctuating the passion.

Once you got situated, you snuggled back together, closer than before, tucking yourself against his side. He nestled his cheek against the side of your head, his fingers tracing patterns against the outside of your arm. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, a rush of happiness flooding through you at his words. "Me too," you replied, turning and leaning in to press another kiss to his lips.

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Hunter

Series

You Drew Stars

Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

Oneshots

Warmth

Crosshair

Series

Blue

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | (On Hiatus)

Sunrise

Pt 1 | Pt 2

Oneshots

The End of Beginning

Tech

Series

You Drew Stars

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | (Continues on Hunter)

Oneshots

Bad Guy

[gloomwitchwrites]

Fluffuary 2024 Masterlist (Star Wars Edition)

Five fluffy Star Wars one-shots during the month of February.

Prompt 1: Planning the Future (complete) CT-7567 / Rex x Female Reader

Rex is a soldier of the Republic. A clone. And it is not worth daydreaming about what it would be like to have a family. But he does just that, not knowing that there is someone out in the galaxy waiting for him.

Prompt 2: Spooning / Cuddles (complete) Ben Solo x Reader

You give Ben comfort after a night terror.

Prompt 3: Marry Me (complete) Boba Fett x Female Reader

A young, handsome bounty hunter on Tatooine makes it a daily intention to ask you to marry him.

Prompt 4: Meet Ugly (complete) Hunter (Bad Batch) x Reader

A misidentification of a target lands Hunter in a messy entanglement.

Prompt 5: I Love You (complete) Din Djarin x Female Reader

Din Djarin admits what he wants.

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[writerrachao3]

Just A Day Away (Hunter x Fem!OC)

Summary: After spending months as couriers for Cid, it’s time for the Bad Batch to take a day to themselves and enjoy a day away. Elise is ready for some alone time, but a certain handsome clone joins her.

Warnings: Minimal suggestive themes (swimming in undergarments).

Notes: Crossposted on AO3 here. Fluff, first kiss, the Batchers finally get a vacation!

Word Count: 2,334

Elise was thrilled to finally have some time away from the insanity of her life. When the empire had taken control of the galaxy, she had inadvertently joined up with a group of rogue clones known as the Bad Batch.

Unlike the rest of the group, Elise didn’t have any particularly interesting genetic enhancements, but she had trained extensively as a medic during the Clone Wars, so she found herself as the caretaker of the group. This meant that she never had a moment to herself.

Someone always needed something. Wrecker would need an ice compress after working out; Tech would need medicine for a headache; Echo needed help with lingering issues from his time on Skako Minor; Omega needed bandaids and hugs after particularly rough training sessions. And Hunter, well, Hunter never seemed to need her. Not that she minded all that much, at least that’s what she told herself.

Fortunately for the team, their hard work did not go unnoticed by the Sergeant, so Hunter managed to get a day of leave from Cid and took the team to a quiet, beautiful little planet in the outer rim. A place where they could relax away from people.

As soon as they landed, everyone had gathered in the hull of the ship and were talking loudly about what they were planning to do. Elise was the only one who seemed to be planning for anything as she packed her bag.

“I’m going to go on a hike!” Tech said.

“I’ll join you,” Echo replied.

“I want to roll down that hill over there! And look- a stream!” Wrecker shouted, looking out the door of the Marauder as it opened.

“Me too- and look! Wild sheep!” Omega said.

“Guys-“ Elise started, wanting to remind everyone to be safe and to put on suntan lotion, but it was too late. They had already raced out the door, clamoring that they’d be back for dinner.

Elise sighed and quickly finished packing her bag. She stepped down onto the ramp and took a deep breath, the smell of sweet grass, bright flowers, and fresh air was just so… nice. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking around the area where they had landed.

The ship rested in a beautiful valley area. There were mountains all around them, with a lake and forest off in the distance. The early morning sun was bright and warm, and Elise found herself beginning to smile.

“Where are you off to?” Hunter’s voice came from behind her.

Elise turned to look at the man and gave a small smile.

“I’m not sure, to be honest, I’m not used to this kind of freedom,” she paused for a second before turning to Hunter, her expression turning serious. “You’re- you’re absolutely sure that we’re safe here?”

Hunter nodded seriously. “I wouldn’t have brought us here if I thought otherwise.”

A look of relief flickered on her face briefly. Hunter knew she was always worried about everyone. And watching them all walking off in different directions to go explore would be difficult for Elise. It was her nature to worry.

“Don’t worry about them. We’re going to be fine. Now, where are we off to?”

“We?” Elise asked, her expression changing from serious to disbelief. Hunter watched her shoulders relax as her disbelief turned into a light smile and chuckle. “Even on vacation I’m not alone.”

“If you’d prefer-“

“No, no,” Elise quickly stopped him. “I’d like to spend more time with you.”

“Me too,” Hunter’s voice was sincere- there was a hint of something more- but Elise blushed and looked away.

“Will you grab this, then?” She pointed to the bag that she had prepared with supplies- food, water, blanket, sunscreen, and a handful of other necessities.

Hunter raised an eyebrow, noting the size of it, before grabbing the bag and nodding down the ramp, “After you, princess,” he winked.

Elise rolled her eyes and laughed, shaking her head as she started down the ramp. As soon as her shoes touched the ground, she looked down at the lake and started heading out.

Hunter walked alongside her. Every once and a while, she would run ahead and start picking flowers, and he would catch up, only for her to take off once more in a different direction to grab a different flower that caught her eye.

By the time they arrived at the edge of the lake, she had amassed an entire bouquet of flowers and set them down gently. Elise began to remove her shoes and motioned for Hunter to help her put down the blanket she had brought.

Once it was all situated, she flopped down in the middle of the blanket and grabbed an old book from the bag. It wasn’t a reading pad, but an actual leather-bound book.

“I’ve never actually seen one of those- where did you get it?” Hunter asked, still standing beside the blanket.

Elise looked up from where she sat and smiled, “Cid picked it up for me with some credits I had saved up. It’s some old romance book, apparently.”

At that moment, she noticed that Hunter was blocking her from the sun, and she swatted his ankles.

“Hey! What was that for?” Hunter asked, stepping away from her, allowing the sun to beam down on her.

“Much better. Now, will you join me, or do you intend to stand there all day?” She asked.

“I think I’ll take a swim first,” Hunter decided.

“Lovely. I’m going to read, if you don’t mind,” Elise settled comfortably into her book and began to read.

Out of the corner of her eye, however, she could see Hunter begin to remove a couple of articles of clothing. She found herself watching intently as he discarded his shirt onto the blanket, revealing his toned torso and causing Elise to blush.

Realizing her overt ogling, she quickly looked away, but not before Hunter caught her staring.

“Like what you see, princess?”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she retorted, trying to recover from embarrassment at being caught.

“Feel free to join me,” he called over his shoulder as he made his way to the lake.

Elise returned to her book, and began to be enraptured by the delightful contents. It was a beautiful love story, and she found herself enjoying it entirely too much.

Hunter swam for a while, enjoying the feeling of the water running across his skin. He explored under the water, watching the fish go by and the seaweed float elegantly with the currents.

After some time, Hunter glanced up from his swimming, and turned to look at Elise from afar. Her hair was tucked behind her ear as she lounged on the blanket, intently scanning through the book.

His senses were dialed to a 10, as was usual, but in this moment, the only thing he could hear was her.

Her light breaths as she took in the plot hidden within the pages of the book; her heart beating fast as some climax came to a head. He could almost smell the scent of her shampoo even from so far away.

He studied her for a few more moments before calling out, “Come join me!”

Elise looked up from her book and gave him a smile, “Let me finish this chapter! I’ll be there in a minute.”

Hunter wasn’t having any of that. He came in from the water and approached the blanket, water dripping off of him. As if she knew his next move, Elise jumped up from her seat, book in hand and wagged her finger at him.

“Don’t you dare-“ she was cut off when Hunter began to chase after her.

Elise raced off, away from the lake; Hunter hot on her heels. The grass tickled her feet as she ran, and her laughter echoed in the valley.

It wasn’t very long until Hunter reached her and tackled her to the ground, getting her clothes drenched with lake water. Luckily, Elise’s book remained safe and dry as she had tossed it away at the last minute.

“Hunter!” Elise laughed as he started to tickle her. “Hunter sto- ahhhh!” She managed to roll so that she was now facing him.

In that moment, Hunter froze, her deep brown eyes staring back up at him, sparkling with laughter.

Using his momentary distraction as leverage, Elise wiggled out from under him and managed to get to her feet. She picked up her book and bolted back towards the safety of the blanket, Hunter back on her heels.

“Get back!” She yelled back at him when she arrived at the blanket. “Please, please!! Let me get out of these clothes so I can at least not be drenched for the rest of the day!”

Hunter crossed his arms and watched as she set her book down gently and started removing her shirt and pants until she was down to her underwear and bra. Hunter could barely take his eyes off her.

Elise flushed for a second before, shaking herself out of it.

“Race you to the lake,” she said before taking off for a third time. This time, Hunter blew past her and got to the lake, beating her by mere milliseconds.

Upon entering the shallow water, Elise's feet caught on the sand. She began to fall deeper into the lake water until Hunter grabbed her and steadied her.

She gratefully took his hand and suddenly found herself chest to chest with him, and the whole world around them seemed to still.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she found herself mere inches from him. Hunter seemed to realize this too, only this time he let himself linger there.

The two of them had always been close, often taking counsel with one another to help make big decisions. They both always seemed to care for Omega and had taken up roles as her parents.

Elise would be lying if she said this was the first time she’d ever had butterflies around Hunter.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her lips now dangerously close to his.

Hunter seemed to understand that her thanks was for more than just preventing her fall. He pulled her closer so her body was now flush with his, and his senses were on fire. Unlike previous times, the burning sensation didn’t overwhelm him. It felt good. He could really hear her, see her, and feel her touch. It lit him on fire in a way he had never experienced before.

“Hunter-“ Elise licked her lips hesitantly, seeing his eyes darken.

That one word was all it took. Hunter closed the distance between them and captured her lips with his in a deep kiss.

Elise responded eagerly, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his neck. His arm snaked around her waist as they kissed for a moment longer.

When they finally parted, Elise couldn’t stop looking at him, a smile on her face.

“I should have done that sooner,” Hunter said.

“It’s hard to think about these things when we’re always being shot at,” Elise laughed. “I’m just glad you finally did it.”

“Me too,” Hunter replied, placing a kiss to her forehead.

They stood there for a second before a mischievous look came over Hunter’s eyes.

“Oh no, I don’t like that look,” Elise said, pulling her arms down and placing them on his chest, trying to break away, but it was too late.

Hunter led her to deeper water before suddenly pulling her down under the water with him, successfully soaking them both before coming up for air.

“Hunter!” Elise pulled back from him finally, shaking her head.

“Sorry, princess!” He replied. “Just trying to help you get used to the water!”

Elise splashed him.

“I’ll get you for that,” he said.

The two of them enjoyed the rest of the afternoon together, splitting their time between swimming in the lake or relaxing on the blanket.

At one point, Elise crafted a skillful flower crown out of the flowers she had collected, and Hunter placed it upon her head, chuckling to himself.

“Now you really can’t deny it- you are a princess.”

“Then does that make you my knight in shining armor?” Elise asked.

“I don’t think ‘shining’ would be the right term for my armor anymore,” Hunter shook his head. Elise laughed, and the two continued to talk as they dried off from their swim.

All too soon, Elise heard her radio crackle, notifying them that they were expected back at the ship for dinner.

The sun was setting as they threw their clothes on their now-dry bodies and began to make their way back up from the lake to the ship.

Hunter carried the bag once again, only this time he held Elise’s hand in the other.

The others had already gathered and begun to eat when Hunter and Elise finally approached.

“Hey, look!” Omega pointed as the two of them approached. She tilted her head for a second as the young girl started to piece together seeing the two of them so close together. “Wait a minute, is Hunter holding Elise’s hand?”

Echo chuckled as the rest of the group turned to him. “Looks like he finally did it. Good on him.”

“Did what?” Omega asked.

“Hunter’s been in love with Elise for a long time. And I could say the same for her. Just been too busy to notice.”

“I noticed,” Hunter called up to the group. “Just wanted to find the right time-“

“Yeah, yeah,” Elise replied, shaking her head. “Come on now, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

As they went to sit, Elise removed her flower crown and placed on top of Omega’s head. The girl was thrilled with her new accessory and pretended to be a princess, making the group laugh as she ordered Wrecker about.

As they took their seats with the rest of the group, Elise sighed with contentment. Having the day away from everything made her appreciate her life, and she was beyond excited for the next chapter, no matter what kind of insanity might be in store.

[crosshairscrustysock]

Ugh I want all the healing cuddles ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Unwind With Me

Pairing: Crosshair x (gn)Reader

W/C: 538

Summary: You're at your limit with your job. But luckily, Crosshair is an unlikely source of comfort.

Warnings: Some talk of work stress, but the focus is on the very indulgent comfort.

A/N: HELLO TUMBLR!!

It has been a long time since I posted, but I am finally writing again. Thank you for your patience. And I'll ask for a little more. I'm writing again, but I am taking things slow to avoid overextending myself.

So I figure I'd start with a warm, comforting Crosshair fic. This was what I fixated on to get over my own work stress this week. So I hope you find it helpful, too!

It's been a long day.

No, it's been a long year.

Just a million different moments spread across each day that began to stockpile in the pit of your stomach. Stress building like bile until the thought of another rotation made you nauseous.

"Just quit."

The voice may have been rough, the tone dismissive. But you knew Crosshair only said it out of concern.

You could see it in the way he hovered. Hear it in the gruff clearing of his throat as he refilled your water again and again.

He didn't like problems he couldn't solve. And your toxic job was top of that list.

"You know why I can't, Cross," you sigh as you settle further into the couch. Your apartment was small, but you do what you can to make it cozy. Usually. Lately you've slacked when tidying up. Another worry for the pile.

"Excuses."

He tosses the towel used to dry the dishes from dinner before joining you. Without asking, he pulls you from your nest into his lap as he moves to take your seat.

The moment his arms lock around you, your body melts. Not fully. Not enough to fix anything. But just enough to take the edge of.

Somehow, that is sweeter than anything else you could imagine right now.

"No, it's reality. I pull in a decent paycheck and I'll never be fired. Those are invaluable benefits. Besides, every job has office politics and dumbasses in charge."

He huffs and tucks your head under his chin, curling around you. You're so glad he finally got over himself and let you get close. Crosshair was so touch starved his craving for physical reassurance was higher than yours.

Thank goodness, too. It was selfish, but knowing he needed you even when you felt like such a failure gives you strength.

"You're hurting yourself," he rasps.

"I can take it." Your voice doesn't waiver, but a current of uncertainty shocks you. You can ... but it leaves you so tired. You feel like a shell of yourself most days.

"You're strong. But you don't gotta prove it."

You feel his lips brush against your hair. He liked burying his face into you. It made you smile every time. You return the favor, shifting in his arms to press into his chest.

"Nothing to do about it now. Just ..." You trail off and press a kiss to his collarbone. "Can we just say like this until I feel better?"

He doesn't answer you. Crosshair only reaches over to grab the remote for the holoprojector.

He puts on your latest favorite drama. Something to get swept away watching. Something perfectly distracting to occupy your mind as the soft warmth of Crosshair's body against your own relaxed your muscles.

Eventually, you feel yourself begin to drift off. You resist, unwilling to sacrifice any time with Cross before he has to leave again. But you can't fight the overwhelm of comfort he brings you. And he wouldn't want you to.

You're lucky enough to feel his cool lips press against your forehead before sleep claims you.

No matter what you have to face tomorrow, you know his warmth will be there to welcome you home after.

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Echo meeting Crosshair the first time: Oh gosh this guy hates me.

Crosshair to Echo as soon as the regs are gone:

Just something I thought of while writing a new chapter of A Tale of Two Snarks: Echo and Crosshair.

[neon-junkie]

How would TBB react to seeing the reader about to leave on a night out dressed up in a super hot outfit?

Gender-neutral reader, but feminine presenting. Words like 'beautiful' and 'pretty' are used!

Hunter - Even with half of his face tattooed, he still manages to blush through the thickness of the ink. - He's truly lost for words. - Hunter has an adorable stutter as he compliments, "wow, you look… nice- I mean, incredible. Good. Beautiful?" - Hunter then facepalms as he scolds himself for picking "nice" as his first compliment. Ugh, you look so much more than nice! - You'll both be giggling as Hunter takes a deep breath, and begins going into detail about how good you look, highlighting the specific parts that really stand out to him. - You're heading out with friends, but Hunter is quietly hinting that he wants to come along. Totally not because he's jealous or anything, but because he hopes to meet your friends, right? The friends that he's met several times before? Yeah! - Tell him that you'll still be looking this good when you come back home later tonight, and he'll get the hint. - However, he may need to leave a fresh mark or two on your neck, just to get the point across that you're taken.

Echo - This poor, poor man is going to turn the deepest shade of red when he finally sees you. - Why, just WHY did you have to wear that specific outfit that he loves so much?! And you're going out without him too?! Oh, what a tease! - Echo is lost for words as he gushes over you. He feels like it's his wedding day - How is he this lucky? How did he land an angel like you? - There's a tear in his eye as you smother him in kisses, reassuring him that you're all his, that you're the lucky one for being with him, that you can't wait to come home and snuggle up with him later. - Echo doesn't ask for much, but he would like to be kept in the loop on your whereabouts. Purely for your own safety! - "And when you reach the next bar, just comm me. Your friends have my comm number too, don't they? If anything goes wrong, and you want picking up-" blahblahblah. - One final smother in reassuring kisses, and you're good to hit the town!

Wrecker - His mouth instantly hangs open, his eyes turn wide, and his facial expression swiftly turns into a grin as he comments, "HOT!!" - You know in cartoons where the character's mouth drops open, and they begin howling and barking? Yeah, that's Wrecker. - Seriously, you look hot, and Wrecker's going to ensure that you know it. - "Look at you! I can't believe I got myself an angel as sweet as you!" - He'll mention how he's sad that he's not tagging along, but he'll assure you that it's important you spend your time with your friends. - Wrecker isn't as clingy as he seems. After all, he'll be right here, waiting for your return. - And when you do return, all your hangover needs will be met. A tall glass of water waiting for you, a midnight snack, breakfast in bed, and a big buff man to cuddle you back to health!

Tech - This will go one of two ways: - Option one: Tech eyes you up and down, and with a firm nod, he comments, "that is suitable attire for your evening. I hope you enjoy yourself." - Option two: Tech's brain short circuits. He can barely muster up a thought, let alone a comment. Radio silence, but his expression says it all. - Either way, Tech is more than impressed with your outfit choice, and how stunning you look. He just… struggles to find the words, like a deer in the headlights. - Give him a few moments, and you'll be met with suitable praise. "How exquisite you look, a truly elegant and radiant creature." - Tech can't pinpoint one specific word to describe how beautiful you look, so instead, he selects the most complex and in-depth ones. He doesn't want to rely on a 'standard compliment.' - A few kisses later, and you're off to meet your friends. All the while, Tech begins pacing around the Marauder like a lost puppy. He needs to keep himself occupied until you return!

Crosshair - He's instantly thirsty for you, smiling cheekily as he eyes you up, gawking at the sight of you. - Crosshair has a way with words, and spews out his praise, all whilst kneading at your waist, his hands trailing down to grab your ass whilst he steals a handful of kisses from you. - And then it dawns on him… - You're going out with your friends tonight, not him… - Jealousy swiftly takes over, and his compliment turn into teasing (yet petty) jabs. Nothing to hurt your feelings, though. - "Any reason why you're wearing this tonight? Do you need more attention? Am I not enough for you?" - Whilst his tone is teasing, there's a desperate need for validation. - Yes, he knows you'd never be stupid and hurt him, but… can you please remind him one more time? - Don't be surprised when you leave, and minutes later, Crosshair sends you a holotext. "Comm me if you need anything, Beautiful."

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Week 2 | “Don’t even think about it.”

[lorilane33]

Oh this gentle giant 😭💜🥺

Hi! So I’m not going to lie, I’m not doing so good and was wondering if you could do a wrecker fluff for me with FemxR? 🥺

I was wondering if the plot could be based around wrecker confirming an attraction to reader but she was self doubts and doesn’t feel good enough because of past relationships? And wrecker is there to push all their troubles away and is soft and comforting with them and tells reader he likes her no matter what?Maybe a lil kiss too? 🥺 thank you ❤️

Never Enough

Wrecker X Fem!Reader

word count: 2.6k

After a game of truth or dare, it comes to Wreckers attention that you’re a little closed off about past relationships. So, Wrecker wants to make you feel worthy of his time.

authors note: Hello my sweet! Of course I can do some Wrecker fluff for you 🥺 I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been there before and so have many people about not feeling good enough or not being enough for others so I hope you find comfort in someone and yourself. Lots of love. Enjoy ✨

Warnings: SFW, talks about insecurities and not feeling enough (hence the title). Minor injury. Fluff. Wrecker being smitten for you. Oh an alcohol but nothing major.

After living on the Marauder for the last 100 rotations, it was actually nice for once to go back home to Kamino. Well, technically it was the Batchers home as you came from a different planet but since you were now apart of their crew, wherever they go- you go.

When you walk into the Barracks, you often forgot how awful it smelt until it hit you as soon as you stepped through the door. You turned up your nose in disgust and didn’t blame Crosshair for leaving his helmet on at all.

You got settled in your own bunk, unpacking things you’ve collected on your adventures but stop when you look across the room after the sound of some bottles clinking together. “Crosshair, where did you get that?” You laughed as he raised some bottles of alcohol.

“From the last stop we stopped at.” He smirked. “What do you guys say? Up for some drinking?”

Hunter gave Crosshair a disapproved look but he swiftly locked the doors to the barracks so they don’t get caught having a little treat. You would all usually be having some downtime but, it’s been a long day if travelling and after 15 successful missions (marked by Wrecker on the wall), you all needed a treat.

“I don’t see the harm. But, I must state that I can not drink so much as I really need to fix-.”

“Yeah, yeah come on.” Crosshair cut his brother off, nudging him towards a table.

The bunch of you sat around the table in the centre of the room, you having cleared some things away for some room and took a bottle for yourself.

“Shall we play truth or dare?” You ask with a playful gleam in your eyes.

“Yeah!” Wrecker guffaws, taking a seat next to you and you could see him already thinking of dares to ask the other Batchers. “If you don’t want to do either, take a long swig of your drink.”

“Alright Tech, you first.” Hunter turned his attention to Tech who placed down his datapad and arched an eyebrow. “Truth or dare?”

The game went on for a while. Tech was dared to erase one drawing from his bunk to much of his displeasure; comparing about how important it was. Hunter was then dared to cut a small lock of his hair off but only if Crosshair could do it which left him sour faced for the rest of the night. You were grateful that the dare you received from Tech was nothing to do with you cutting your hair but you did have to run across the white hall and bang loudly against another barracks doors then quickly retreat. You heard the angry moaning of Regs who were obviously trying to sleep. You felt bad but then again, it was a little funny.

For Wrecker’s turn he had chose truth for a change and Crosshair tried to think of something until a smug grin etched onto his lips. He started to chuckle, sliding a toothpick into his lips and held it there. He definitely knew something that you didn’t. “Who is the most attractive person you know?”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Wrecker practically beamed and then you felt a slight nudge on your shoulder, making your eyes land on the side of his head. “It’s her.”

You had brought the bottle to your lips as you awaited for his answer and couldn’t help but start to choke slightly at his confession. He said it so simply as if it was such an obvious statement that made your eyes widen and cheeks glow pink. “M-me?” You ask once you managed to clear your airway, completely stunned and bashful as he looks to you.

“Sure. You’re cute, funny, pretty and have an amazing personality! Not to mention you put up with us four.” He laughed, a beaming grin on his face as he turned his attention to you.

You would be lying if you were to say that you hadn’t had some small attraction to Wrecker recently. You started to notice that he would choose to sit next or across from you more often than not and would offer you half of his ration bar if you were still feeling peckish. Of course you declined (he needed it more than you did). You even caught him once fluffing up the pillow you slept on in the Marauder one evening before he turned in for the night.

He was very, very sweet. But, deep down you knew you didn’t deserve him. You always struggled when it came to these types of ordeals. Sure, you had, as tech calls it, ‘courted’ some people before but that was long ago. You had fallen pretty hard for one person though but the result left a rather bitter taste in your mouth.

“Oh… w-well thank you Wrekcer.” You say softly, hiding your blush by taking a sip of your drink.

Hunter cleared his throat, turning the attention back to the game. Crosshair and Tech shared an amused glance at one another and Hunter stared across at you.

“Alright, truth or dare?”

“Hmm… I’ll go with truth this time.”

“Okay,” he thought for a moment, twisting the bottle of liquor in his hands as he thought. The lock of hair he cut off was placed inside a small cloth next to him as if he didn’t want to part from it. He was glad his bandana covered it up however. “When was your last real relationship?”

It hit you pretty hard. It was such an innocent and harmless question but you couldn’t find your voice. You must have looked weak as instead of answering you brought your drink to your lips and took a big gulp. The boys complained. Especially Tech. He was not regretting erasing his drawing for future creations.

“What? Come on, that question was easy!” Hunter frowned, folding his arms over his chest.

“Rules are rules Sarge. If I don’t want to answer, I got to drink. So I did.” You spat your tongue out at him earning a low chuckle from Crosshair but Wrecker gave you an odd look. You shrugged off his gaze and resumed the game until you all decided to call it quits and head to bed. Around two hours pass and you had only been asleep for about twenty minutes or so when you stirred awake. You tried getting back to sleep but it was no use. You checked the time to see it was just past midnight and decided that now would be a good time to hit the gym to get some exercise in rather than lay awake pointlessly. Plus, you would hope it’d tire you out better.

You grabbed your things silently, deciding to fill up your water bottle in the gym, you made your way down the bright hallways.

As the gym came into view, you glanced through the windows to see if anyone else was up and having a late night session. You saw nobody at first until you recognised a large and muscular body in the corner that belonged to Wrecker.

You paused at the door, finding your legs having stopped working suddenly. Your heart began to quicken and you couldn’t help but think about what Wrecker confessed. Did he really think of you as cute and funny? You knew that you put up with the four of them but you had never seen yourself as the words he complimented you with.

As you stilled, you took a deep breath and hit the button to let the door slide open. Wrecker was facing away from you, hoisting a large bar of weights over his head, grunting as he did. Unsure wether or not to approach him, especially if he’s working out, you head towards the cooler and filled up your bottle before moving towards one of the running machines and set it up. A slight incline at a relatively fast pace.

You hopped on and started to run. Ten minutes in and Wrecker still had paid no attention to you. He was laying down now doing some bench presses so was very unlikely to look at you anyway but you certainly started to look at him. He wore only his blacks which highlighted his muscular build, arms practically bulging out at the seams. Your eyes trailed further up until you looked at his face, or the side of it from your angle. Beaten and scarred yet oh so attractive. Veins were pulsing out of his forehead and hands, the weights he was using were impressively heavy that it brought a small bead of sweat to roll down his cheek. It was foolish of you to only just realise how attractive this man was but not as foolish as you losing your footing due to your staring and tumble off from the machine.

The noise had caught Wreckers attention and he looked towards you’re direction. In an instant, he was kneeling down beside you and taking you by the arm.

“Kriff Y/N, you alright?” He looked you once over, the blacks that covered your knee was slightly torn and a small graze accompanying it from the impact.

You wince and sat up from where you were now on the floor, feeling a little embarrassed. “Yeah…” you say through gritted teeth, extending your leg to get some form of feeling.

“You got a nasty graze there. Not like you to fall over.” Wrecker chastised in a playful tone making you roll your eyes. What was you meant to say? Sorry you were distracting me with your muscles? Definitely not.

Wrecker had managed, well, very easily, pulled you up to your feet. “Sit over here.”

You had no choice as Wrecker practically lugged you over towards a seat by the window, the storming skies lighting up behind you. Sitting down, you leaned over to inspect your ripped blacks and sighed. Hunter definitely was going to have a whine at you about it. You didn’t know where Wrecker went but he came back with some bandages and kneeled back down in front of you.

“I’m fine Wrecker, I can do it myself.” You stuck o your hand for him to pass the bandage.

Stunned, he had actually slapped your hand away and took the gentlest of holds to your calf, placing your foot against his thigh for balance. “Let me.”

“O-okay.” The stammer purely came from the hold he had on you. His large fingers practically imprisoned around the lower half of your leg so you kept every willpower you had to not show the shivers that were scorching through your body.

As expected, his handiwork was a little sloppy. Often the bandage would come loose and he’d have to do it again or you would guide him to go the opposite direction. He concentrated deeply, his tongue poking out as he did which you found quite endearing.

“There. Got it!” He cheered to himself. You inspected it and it wasn’t awful but you knew you’d have to redo it maybe later in the barracks but you have him the benefit of the doubt and thanked him.

“Hey uh, Y/N? Can I ask you something?” After a few moments of silence, you found yourself looking across as Wrecker who was still kneeling in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly.

Your heart beat a little quicker but you nodded for him to continue.

“I-it’s okay if you don’t wanna answer it but… I was wondering why you didn’t answer Hunters question. You know? About your past relationships?” Wrecker asked with a small innocence in his tone.

Your lips turned downward, as did your gaze, suddenly finding the gym floor to be more interesting. “Oh… that.”

“Y-you don’t need to answer. I was just wondering which di’kut I need to beat up. It sounds to me like it ended badly?” You laughed slightly at this, his protectiveness over you shining through.

“There’s nobody. I never really had a relationship.” You sigh, deciding to just get the truth over with. You were a little embarrassed at the confession but knew Wrecker wouldn’t judge. Or, so you thought.

Wrecker looked taken aback and shifted so he was now sitting beside you rather than in front. “What? You? Never had a relationship?” He laughed loudly but instantly stopped when he saw the pained look on your features. He wasn’t laughing at the fact that you never had a relationship but the fact someone as wonderful as you didn’t have any at all.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It just seems crazy that you don’t. I mean, you’re so…” he trailed off and you wasn’t sure if you was glad he did or didn’t.

You folded your arms over your chest, leaning your back against the cold window pane and tilted your head to look up at him. “It’s because I was never good enough.” Your words stung as they let slip, salty tears brimming at your eyes which you tried so hard to not let out. Your lip quivered and you just had to look away. This would have been the first time one of the boys saw you emotional and you sure weren’t going to let it be over this.

Wreckers gaze on you was intense and you caught him shaking his head. “What? Did they tell you that?” His voice was raised and defensive, placing a hand on your shoulder, making you turn to face him so he could look longingly into your glossy eyes.

“Some did… some didn’t. I just don’t think I meet people’s expectations.” You grumbled your response, finding it hard to look at Wrecker any more.

“Well, I think you’re better than any expectation!” Wrecker said with a wide grin, nudging your shoulder to make you look back at him. “In fact we all do. It’s not easy to find someone who gets along with us and can kick just as much butt as us! You’re a part of our team for a reason. You’re good enough for us.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m sad, Wrecker.” You sigh.

“No. I think you’re good enough. Good enough for me anyway.” His words were soft and soon you found his gaze once more. Both of his eyes, even if one was cybernetic, showed such emotion that your heart beat against your chest quicker. Was what he saying true? Was you finally good enough for someone? Someone as kind, strong and handsome as Wrecker?

“I ain’t so smart or much to look at but I don’t care. As long as I have someone who makes me smile and I look for only them in crowded rooms…” he cast a quick gaze to you, making sure you were listening to him, “then I see them as good enough.”

“Really?”

“Really. In fact I kinda wanted to ask you out on a date.” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks turning rosy. “Only if you want to. I figured that it would show how much I do like you. Uh, more than a friend you know?”

You didn’t know what came over you in that exact moment but you moved and placed both hands on his shoulders and brought your lips up to meet his rough ones. Your eyes were tightly shut and the fear of him not kissing you back was slowly creeping into the back of your mind.

You began to pull away but with one swift motion you was brought into his lap and his lips chased yours eagerly and gently. It was surprising to feel how gentle he was.

His lips rugged, able to feel the small scars against the side of his mouth tracing against your lips; but you didn’t mind. Not at all. His hands placed respectfully on your back, his large thumbs gently stroking your back.

Both of your breaths were heavy as you pulled away, eyes still closed and you buried your flushed face in the crook of his neck.

“Pretty girl.” He cooed into your hair, strong arms caging you in like you were the most delicate thing in the galaxy. “You’re more than enough.”

You’re all enough. 🤍

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art ᯓᡣ𐭩 echo on pabu

I was inspired by @thattoothpick 's BEAUTIFUL art of Echo with a lil garden. Please look at it, it's GORGEOUS. [HERE!!!]

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Under The Stars

Rating: Explicit (18+ mature readers only)  

Pairing: Tech x Female Jedi! Reader 

Warnings: Smut Oral (female receiving), Fingering

Summary: With being on the run and pulling jobs for Cid since the end of the war, you and Tech rarely have time to spend alone together. However when Tech discovers that there are natural hot springs on the planet that you are visiting for your current mission, he manages to find time for you to sneak away and enjoy a brief respite in each other's company.

Tags: Tech x Female Jedi Reader, Post Order 66, Established Relationship, Smut, Porn With Feelings, Love Proclamations, Sex in Water (Kind of)

With the moon high in the sky and night shrouding the forest surrounding the Marauder in a thick cloak of darkness, you were ready to hunker down in the ship until morning. Hunter and Tech had returned from their trek to scout out the perimeter and to locate the base that you would be infiltrating tomorrow. You’d passed out rations, took your designated turns in the fresher, and settled in to get some rest before your next risky mission began. You could already hear soft snores coming from the gunner’s seat that doubled as Omega’s room as you walked toward your own bunk.  

Smiling to yourself, you prepared to climb into bed just as a hand reached out to grasp onto your bicep. A familiar voice spoke your name, and you turned to meet the eyes of your lover.  

“Sorry darling, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Tech apologized softly, his voice dropping in volume as he became more aware of the other members of your squad already sleeping around you. You shook your head.

“You didn’t Tech. What is it?”

His grip on your arm became more lax as his thumb idly rubbed over the fabric of your shirt.

“Seeing that we have some time to ourselves, I was hoping that you would accompany me into the forest. There was something that I wanted to show you.” He paused, his eyes darting between the floor and your face.  

“That is, unless you would rather get some rest.”  

Your heart warmed with affection for your sweet soldier as you stepped closer, aiming to quell his insecurities with a hand delicately placed on the side of his face. Tech was so sure of himself in nearly all areas of life, apart from anything having to do with romantic connections. No matter how long you had been together, he still always gave you an out, almost as though he expected you to say no one of these days. You had since made it your mission to assure him that that day would never come. 

“Any chance that I have to be alone with you is worth taking.” Your hand dropped from his face in favor of grabbing his own that was still hanging down by his side. “Lead the way.”  

You could’ve sworn that you saw a light dusting of pink begin to warm his cheeks before he was nodding and leading you down the steps of the Marauder.  

The air outside was cooler than it had been during the day, but warm enough to be comfortable. Streaks of moonlight shown through the trees, shining light on your surroundings as you made your way through the underbrush. It wasn’t long before the lights of the ship were out of view and you were left with the peaceful chirping of nocturnal insects and the sound of Tech’s voice as he explained all that he knew about each of the unique flora and fauna that you passed.

His endless hunger for knowledge was one of the first things that drew you to him when you had initially started working with Clone Force 99 during the war. Tech nearly always had answers for your questions. No matter which corner of the galaxy you were in, you could firmly bet that he had done his research and already had a fairly clear picture of what you were walking into. His insight had proven to be invaluable on numerous occasions. It had been a reliable resource for you to lean on when you were just a young Jedi knight, thrust into leading an army in a war that you never entirely understood.  

Besides being helpful, Tech’s pension for gathering intel and sharing it aloud with others has also proven to be a great source of comfort for you. During late nights speeding through hyperspace when your fears and anxieties would close in on you like a vice, you often found yourself climbing out of your bunk. Your tired legs would carry you to the cockpit where Tech would inevitably be awake, working on a various project or tapping away at his data pad. At first, he was taken off guard when you curled up in the copilot’s chair and began asking him questions about what he was working on. However, it soon became somewhat of a ritual.  

Tech would gladly explain in great detail all of the latest modifications that he’d made to the ship or his gear, or he would unload all of the information that he’d gathered about the next system that you were en route to. You would listen intently, nod along, and offer up additional questions where you could. Eventually, your eyes would grow heavy as the smooth tone of his voice lulled you to sleep. You would always wake up hours later alone in the cockpit, but with a blanket that you could never remember grabbing mysteriously draped over your body. 

This connection not only strengthened your camaraderie on the battlefield but planted the seeds for a blossoming friendship. Your late night discussions soon became less one-sided as you began to divulge some of your own information about planets that you’d been to or species you’d encountered. You spent a lot of time talking about your life as a Jedi and the Order. Tech had never been as close to a Jedi as he was to you, which allowed him a new window into a world that he’d often wondered about but had lacked any points of research beyond republic archives. His genuine interest in you and all that you had to say was as refreshing as it was endearing. You’d never felt as truly seen as you did when you were around Tech.  

You reached over and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers. He’d chosen to forego his gloves as well as the rest of his armor for the night, and you were thankful for the treat of being able to touch his warm skin without the impediment of added layers. Tech continued to tell you about a particular flower that hung from vines around the trees as a clearing began to come into view. You could vaguely make out the sound of running water and saw a mist that looked to be steam billowing out from behind the vegetation.  

Tech led you out into the clearing, coming to a stop once you were a few feet from the tree line. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. There was a rocky outcropping sloping down from a hill that it was too dark for you to make out the top of. The rocks themselves had been smoothed out by the insistent movement of a river that ran from the cliff overhead to tumble down into a waterfall, filling the awaiting pool below. The pool was a stunning shade of teal, and it was so clear that you could see the way that the larger rocks along the edges shrank and then eventually gave way to smooth sand. What was even more fascinating was the steam that was rising up slowly from the water’s surface. 

You turned your head to find Tech to be already looking at you. His eyes never strayed from your face as a soft smile curled the corners of his lips. His thumb was rubbing idly across the knuckles of your hand as he answered your question without you even having to ask. 

“It is a hot spring. I had heard that this planet was home to several natural hot springs. However, I hadn’t had a chance to study the holomaps enough to pinpoint where any of them were located. When Hunter and I were scouting our route to the base, we came upon this one.”  

He gently tugged on your hand in order to bring you closer. His hands settled on your waist as you reached upward to wind your arms around his neck.  

“I was thinking that you would be interested in seeing it for yourself and that it would also give us an opportunity for some time alone.” You smiled sweetly before stretching up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“It’s beautiful, Tech, thank you.” He smiled down at you as one of his hands left your waist  to gently grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Of course, cyare.”

He tilted your face to bring his lips to press against yours in a soft kiss. You quickly relaxed into him as your eyes fluttered closed and your body began to slump forward.

However, before you could become too consumed, he pulled back. Tech took a step out of the embrace, his hands dropping to his own waist. Nimble fingers undid his belt buckle and then untucked the hem of his shirt. You watched with rapt attention as the skin of his stomach, and then his chest was revealed, inch by glorious inch. Tech was all long lines and lean muscle. He was tall but built, both from genetic engineering and years of being conditioned for a life of nothing but combat. His thumbs hooked into the hem of his pants. As he began to shimmy them down over his thin hips, you absentmindedly licked your lips. 

“Did you want to get in the hot spring with me?” Tech’s question snapped you out of your trance.  

“Yes,” you hurriedly replied, becoming very aware of the fact that he was now nude and you still wore all of your clothing.

You hastily removed your layers, your limbs nearly vibrating with anticipation as you set your things down in a neat pile next to Tech’s.  

Tech was already wading into the water by the time that you stood to your full height. His head swiveled around to glance at the rocks and the waterfall as he came to a stop in the middle of the spring. The water was just high enough to reach his chest, and you could see the steam already beginning to rise from his biceps and shoulders.  

“Alright, it appears to be safe if you would like to join me now.”

Tech held out his hand as he met your eyes expectantly. You smiled lovingly down at him as you strode forward. It was very like Tech to do a once over of the pool before allowing you to enter with him.  

A small moan involuntarily left your lips as you descended into the hot water. It immediately began to relax your muscles and soothe the tightness in your joints. Traveling in the Marauder virtually never afforded you luxuries like a bath. The fresher on board was cramped and utilitarian at best, with barely enough room for a functioning shower. In fact, the only places that you could even call relaxing would be your bunk or the pilots chairs. It made this small moment in time with Tech all the more rare and something to be cherished.  

You slowly made your way into the pool, your eyes staying locked on Tech’s behind his goggles. That is, until you reached the middle and realized that the water was very much too deep for you to be able to stand. You yelped in surprise as you sunk before Tech quickly came to your rescue. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his torso. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as your hands searched for a grip on his shoulders.  

“Easy darling, I’ve got you.”

One of Tech’s hands gripped your thigh while the other came to rest on the small of your back. He made sure to secure you to him before walking you both back toward the edge of the spring near the waterfall. The contrast of the cool rock on your skin in comparison to the warmth of the water made you arc back toward him, pressing yourself impossibly closer.  

“Thank you,” you murmured, meeting his eyes with a sheepish smile.

“Of course. You have once again proven your point.”

Your brow furrowed in question, and he smirked back at you. 

“That even Jedi can be uncoordinated or, in your case, downright clumsy.” 

You rolled your eyes, though the smile playing at your lips gave away your true feelings. 

“To my credit, I was a bit distracted.” 

Tech’s eyebrows rose. “Oh? And, what precisely had you so distracted?”

He asked the question with a curiosity to his tone, though the glimmer in his eyes told you that he knew exactly what had your mind so preoccupied.  

“It couldn’t be that you planned an evening for us to be alone and in such a state of..” You paused, allowing your hands to trail down over the hard plains of his chest. 

“Undress.” 

Tech smiled softly down at you. The hand that was holding onto your thigh moved upward so one of his fingers could hook under your chin to lift your face. 

“No,” He began, his gaze darting down from your eyes to your lips. “It couldn’t possibly be that.” 

You were grinning up at him as he leaned forward to capture your lips. This kiss quickly became more heated than the previous as he backed you even further against the smooth rock at the edge of the spring. The hand that had been under your chin trailed down your neck, pausing to cup your breast. 

When Tech began rolling your nipple between his fingers, you gasped, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth. The press of your damp bodies was electrifying, and you couldn’t help but crave more. Your hips rocked against Tech’s, feeling where he was beginning to harden brushing up against the inside of your thigh.  

He groaned into your mouth as you felt his fingers trail down your waist to dig into the flesh of your hip. Spurned on by his reaction, you ground your hips against his once again. The tip of him caught against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You broke away from the kiss to let out a breathy moan as the urgency to have him inside you began to take over. 

However, before you could insist any further, Tech changed tactics. Without any warning, he moved his other hand down to grab onto your opposite hip before hoisting you upward and away from his waist. You yelped in surprise as he gingerly set you down on the edge of the pool, seating you so that you nearly hung off the edge with the warm water still caressing your knees. 

“As good as that felt darling,” Tech began, gently spreading your legs wide so that he could step between them.  

“I already had a plan laid out for us tonight. Starting with me being able to take my time to taste you properly. I apologize for not informing you earlier so that you could offer your input, although I didn't anticipate you having any objections.” 

His fingertips ghosted along your sides, and you shivered as you leaned back on your hands. With the way that he looked now as he leaned over you, with his doting eyes and the moonlight glistening off of the dampness that had collected along his skin, you would give him virtually anything that he could possibly want.  

Your breath came out shakier than you wanted as you whispered back, “I have no objections.” 

Tech smirked down at you with a confidence that had goosebumps breaking out across your skin for an entirely different reason than being exposed to the night air. 

“No, I didn’t think so.” 

His lips were on yours once more in a searing kiss before descending down to your jaw. Your eyes fluttered closed, and your head fell backward over your shoulders to expose more of your neck to him. Tech’s lips left a hot trail down your neck to your chest. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak. You whined high in the back of your throat as your hips flexed of their own accord. The combination of the hot water with the cool night air and the way Tech’s warm tongue was moving down your body was already overwhelming your senses. The stimulation was making your head swim before he had even descended below your waist line.  

You were panting as he crouched between your legs. Tech’s hands slid up the inside of your thighs to spread you even wider as be became eye level with your sex. He looked up to meet your eyes, then, one eyebrow raising in question. 

“May I, my love?” 

Ever the gentlemen, Tech would never do anything without your explicit assurance that you were on board. You smiled warmly down at him while eagerly nodding your consent. Without another word, he leaned in to lick a long strip up your center.  

Your hands flew upward to grip his hair as you moaned. It felt like you were floating. Each time that you opened your eyes, you were met with the glittering stars overhead, or Tech’s rippling back muscles peaking out from beneath the water, flexing as he lost himself in you. Tech was thorough and well researched in all of his areas of expertise, including all the ways in which he pleasured your body. You swore that he knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. He was well studied and ready to use all of his knowledge to achieve his desired outcome. It didn’t matter if he was stringing you through orgasm after orgasm or bringing you to the brink over and over again before deciding that he was satisfied enough for you to have your release. Tech would see his plan through every single time. 

You felt the solid push of his palm against the small of your back as he drove you forward but also supported your weight so that you wouldn’t fall back. When the dexterous fingers of his other hand brushed against your entrance, your breath caught in your throat. His lips wrapped around your clit as he slowly pushed two inside of you, allowing you a brief moment to adjust before seating them down to the knuckle. 

You were moaning in earnest now, unable to hold back as his tongue swirled around your clit and his fingers moved deliciously inside you. Your hips began to buck along with his rhythm, your head falling back again as your chest rose and fell with heaving breaths. Tech’s responding groan was felt rather than heard as it sent vibrations through your center. He wasn’t much of a talker when he was in deep like this, not wanting to take his mouth away from you or your taste for even a moment. 

Tech curled his fingers upward, seeking out the soft, spongy spot in your walls. He always knew exactly where it was, although the high-pitched noise that you made was always a tell tale sign as well that he was in the right location. Your chin dipped as your eyes flew open. They were met with his honey brown eyes as they stared back at you, gauging your reaction as he picked up the pace. Though you couldn’t see his lips where they were buried in your inner lips, the crinkles by the sides of his goggles gave away his satisfied smirk. 

You were nearly riding his face as your hips flexed in tandem with the quickening thrust of his fingers. The heat was pooling in your gut, building rapidly as your muscles began to clench and pull taut.  

“Tech…I’m..”

You gasped, barely choking out a warning of your impending release. Tech moaned as he pumped his fingers into you and flicked his tongue over your clit even faster. He was hurtling you straight toward your end, no doubt feeling the way that you were clenching around him. 

You moaned loudly to the stars and arched your back as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. He didn’t stop working you through your pleasure as your vision whited out, and the warmth of your pleasure bloomed in your gut, up your spine, raising goosebumps along your skin. 

When he felt you stop clenching, he slowly removed his fingers from your heat, pressing soft kisses to your delicate inner thighs. You watched, enraptured, as he licked his lips, and then the two digits clean, sighing happily as he savored your taste. 

“Credit for your thoughts?”

Tech was looking up at you with so much affection that it made your heart ache. His way of making you cum within an inch of your life before turning around and caring for you as though you were made of glass was dizzying and made you love him all the more. You reached your hand out to gently cup his jaw. 

He huffed quietly, turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of your palm. 

“I was just thinking about how even all the stars in the galaxy cannot rival your beauty. I could name every constellation, and yet none of them could ever compare.”

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance but smiled down at him all the same.  

“Tech, you flatter me.”  

“Flattery would imply that it is not true darling.” He explained as he emerged from the water to stand to his full height before you. 

“I have never seen anyone or anything more captivating than you are in moments like this, when I get to appreciate you the way that you deserve.”

His hand ghosted almost reverently along the curve of your jaw. 

“I just hope that I have conveyed how much that I love this… that I love you.”  

“I love you too, Tech,” you replied as you leaned in to press a featherlight kiss to his lips. “Our stolen moments have always meant the most to me, even more so now, truthfully, since the end of the war. Every time that we are in the heat of a new battle or a new mission, I find myself returning to these moments. It gives me something to look forward to, something to rush back to.” 

The responding smile that he gave you was nothing short of dazzling, his eyes nearly sparkling under the light of the moon. You thought that you could see a blush coloring his cheeks, although you had no time to harp on it before he was swooping you up into his arms once again. 

“Well,” He started, backing you both out toward the middle of the spring. “The night is still young, so let us make a few more memories for you to return to while we have the time.”  

You laughed softly as your lips captured his, intent on pausing time with him for a few more hours. 

[freesia-writes]

Hi Free! I know I haven't been very active, but I saw your tag and thought I'd pop by and drop a Valentine's Day request 👉👈

Maybe a fluffy date night in with Echo? I'm not big on being out in the world on Valentine's, but I love any excuse to be sweet with my partner and spoil them.

For vibe, just some soft romance (I'll leave it to the muses if things get spicy)

I have no gender preference. I usually read GN or Fem because there's so much of it.

Heck yes. This felt so perfect. 🥹 Hope it's right up your alley! ❤️ Dividers by @stars-n-spice on this post here.

Echo x GN!Reader Word Count: 1000ish No content warnings

The soft glow of city lights filtered through the windows of your Coruscant apartment as you prepared for a cozy evening in with Echo. The air was filled with the comforting aroma of takeout food, and you couldn't help but smile as you set the table for dinner. Echo's presence always brought a sense of warmth and familiarity, and you were looking forward to spending Valentine's Day together. You were so glad that he had agreed to your idea of keeping it simple. No cooking, no preparations, no gifts, just the pure enjoyment of comfortable time together and some of your favorite food. When your doorbell rang, your heart skipped a beat as you straightened your shirt before answering.

"Hey there," you greeted him, your voice filled with warmth as you didn’t bother hiding your excitement. He wrapped you in a warm hug, smiling and brushing his fingers against your cheek for a moment before releasing you and following you into your apartment. "I hope you're hungry,” you continued. “I ordered our favorite takeout."

“Ehhhhxcellent,” he nodded, shuffling out of his jacket to reveal the most comfortable outfit you’d yet seen him wear -- worn jeans and a soft, long-sleeved henley. 

“Oh dannnng,” you poked, tracing a hand down the front of his shirt. “Look at you.”

“Stop it.” The blush across his cheeks made your heart swell in your chest, and you smiled playfully, beckoning him to make a plate and join you on the couch. 

“Want to watch the sequel to that cheesy crap we saw last time?” 

“Absolutely I do.”

Together, you and Echo settled onto the couch, plates of steaming food in hand as you started up a holofilm. The soft glow of the screen illuminated the room as you lost yourselves in the sappy romance, sharing laughs and stolen glances as the story unfolded. Little waggles of the eyebrows and snide remarks made it so much better, and as you finished your food and slowly entwined more and more with each other on the plush sofa, you couldn't imagine a more perfect evening.

"Do you actually remember the details of the first one?” Echo chuckled, gesturing toward the screen.

You grinned, a fond twinkle in your eyes. "How could I forget? You spent the entire time trying to predict the plot twists, and you were wrong every single time."

Echo's guffaw surprised you, the sound filling you with warmth. "Hey, I may not have gotten everything right, but I was close," he protested, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Close only counts in blaster shots and thermal detonators, love," you teased, nudging him gently with your elbow.

He chuckled, leaning back further into the couch cushions. "Fair point," he conceded, his voice filled with amusement. "But admit it, it made the whole thing far more entertaining."

You laughed, shaking your head at his antics. "Alright, yeah, it definitely did," you agreed, feeling a sense of warmth spreading at the easy banter between you.

After dinner and the holofilm, you made some mugs of hot chocolate, cradling them in your hands as you snuggled beneath a cozy blanket in front of the crackling fire in the gas fireplace beneath your screen. The warmth of the flames danced across Echo's features, casting shadows across his sharp features and metal additions.

"This is nice," Echo murmured, his voice soft and filled with contentment.

You nodded in agreement, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, it really is," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I think I’m a big part of what makes it so lovely,” he deadpanned, nodding somberly as you giggled in delight. You set your empty mug on the side table next to his, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him against you snugly. 

“You’re ridiculous,” you murmured, filling your nostrils with his familiar, musky scent. “And absolutely correct.”

As the fire crackled and popped, you sat in comfortable silence, the only sound the gentle hum of the city outside. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and the soft glow of the fire, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over you. The night wore on, minutes ticking by as you shared aimless conversation and simply enjoyed being together. Eventually, the two of you made your way out onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you watched the bustling city below. The streets were alive with activity, speeders zipping by in a blur of light and sound. It was just chilly enough for you to slip back inside, grabbing the large, soft blanket from your couch and throwing it around yourself before venturing back out onto the balcony. 

“Oh, I’m fine, thanks for asking,” he quipped, but you dragged him against you and wrapped him up in the cozy cover as well, snuggling against his side as he snuck an arm across your shoulders. 

“You are fine,” you whispered against the side of his face, pressing an affectionate kiss to his cheek before lowering your nose to nuzzle into the curve of his neck. He tilted his head a little, unwilling to reveal his ticklishness but unable to resist a little shiver at the sensation of your breath along his skin. His scomp stroked up and down the outside of your arm, and he reached across with his other hand to tip your chin back up to his face. The depth in his pale brown eyes pierced you to the core, and the softness that coexisted along with all that he’d been through felt like a special treasure for you and you alone. 

“I’m really lucky to have you,” he confessed, a slight husk in his voice. You closed your eyes as he leaned in, kissing your forehead before pulling back to regard you again. His fingers traced along the edge of your jaw and came to rest in a gentle tuck behind your ear, thumb still brushing feather-light adoration across your cheek. Your gaze found his, two souls meeting in the quiet beauty of knowing and being known, and you pulled him ever closer, flattening yourself against his front as you kissed him deeply. 

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