#the bad batch echo x reader

[nahoney22]

Hold Me For The First Time*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Echo X Female!Reader

word count: 4.3k

Prompts: none

When a late night chat in a shared bed leads to Echo discussing his insecurities, you can’t help but wonder if he could use his insecurities to his advantage.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. self indulgent fic. Explicit sexual content and lanaguage, share a bed trope, Inappropriate use of a scomp link, p in v sex, friends to lovers, squirting, oral sex (reader receiving) scomp used as a vibrator, cum eating, finger sucking, multiple positions ie riding and missionary, creampie, pillow talk, aftercare, dirty talk. Light angst, insecure Echo.

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“Well, they didn’t mention there’d be only one bed.” You huffed, collapsing against the doorframe after trudging up ten flights of stairs, fully equipped with your armor and supplies. The elevator was out of order—of course. The day had already been grueling enough, and the sight of this rundown hotel was a small miracle in itself.

You and the squad had scraped together what few credits you had, which meant sharing rooms. You didn’t really mind sharing a room—especially with someone you knew didn’t snore too loudly. But you hadn’t quite expected the sleeping arrangements to be so...cozy.

“I’ll take the floor, don’t worry.” Echo’s voice broke through your thoughts as he set his bag and helmet down on the dresser, turning to face you. He noticed your slight frown and tilted his head.

“Echo, no.” You shook your head firmly, letting your own gear clatter to the floor. You crossed to the bed and flopped onto it, sighing with relief as the surprisingly soft mattress crinkled under the weight of your armor. “There’s enough room for at least three people. We’ll share.”

Echo seemed taken aback, his expression shifting as if he was searching for the right words to protest. You couldn’t help but grin. “What?” you teased, eyes gleaming. “Do I smell terrible or something?”

“Of course not,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just... I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, that’s all.”

“We’re friends, Echo. It’s fine.” You tucked your arms under your head, relaxing into the mattress. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

But Echo’s concern wasn’t really about your comfort in sharing a bed; it was about his cybernetics. He worried about accidentally jabbing you with one of his mechanical limbs in the middle of the night. He kept those thoughts to himself, though, letting the room fall into a companionable silence.

After a moment, you sat up and stretched. “I’m going to take a shower before bed,” you announced. “Who knows when we’ll get hot water again.”

The small bathroom was stocked with tiny bottles of body wash, and you made the most of them. Stepping under the warm spray, you lathered up, savoring the rare luxury. You let the water run through your hair and down your back, briefly closing your eyes as the stress and exhaustion of the day washed away. For a moment, you considered sitting right down on the tile and letting the water pour over you until you forgot about the relentless grind of finding work and scraping by. But you knew better than to waste the water—or the time.

Reluctantly, you shut off the shower and dried yourself off. Pulling on a pair of shorts and an oversized training shirt (which was more than likely Echo’s given the size) that you had stolen as a nightshirt months back. You ran a towel through your damp hair and stepped back into the room. Echo was still by the window, staring out with an expression that suggested his mind was miles away.

“Everything alright?” you asked softly, padding over to him. He blinked, snapping out of whatever thoughts had taken him so far away.

“Yeah, just... thinking,” he replied, his voice just as soft.

You gave him a small smile and squeezed his arm lightly. “You can think all you want, but get some rest too, okay?”

He returned your smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You too.”

With that, you both settled into bed, the quiet hum of the city outside lulling you into a sense of peace. It didn’t take long for sleep to pull you under.

Echo eventually joined you in bed, lying stiffly on his side as if unsure how to relax. Despite the unfamiliar softness of the mattress, you quickly drifted off. But the comfort was almost too much—after spending so long sleeping on hard ground or cold ship floors, it was strange to sleep somewhere so cozy.

About two hours later, you stirred awake, blinking in the dim light filtering through the window. You noticed a faint glow from the corner of your eye and turned over, slightly frowning when you saw Echo still awake, his face lit by the pale light of a datapad.

You hesitated, not wanting to disturb him. But your mouth was dry, so you carefully slipped out of bed to grab a glass of water. When you returned and snuggled back under the covers, sleep was elusive. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, you quietly asked, “Echo… you still awake?”

He shifted slightly and rolled onto his back, his eyes catching yours. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Can’t sleep either.”

You smile and switched on your bedside light, casting a small but warm glow over you and half of Echo

“What are you looking at?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you lay comfortably on your side and look up to him..

He was silent for a moment, as if debating whether to tell you. “Rex sent me some old holopics; from back when I was with the 501st.”

You propped yourself up on one elbow. “Can I see them?”

He hesitated, but then passed you the datapad. You looked down at an image showing Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo—back when Echo was…himself. But different. His features were softer, a thick head of hair, his expression more carefree, with no trace of the weight he now carried.

“You look so…” you began, but you struggled to find the right word.

“Normal,” Echo finished flatly, his tone laced with bitterness. You winced at the irritation in his voice, though you knew it wasn’t directed at you.

“No, I wasn’t going to say that,” you said gently as you handed him back the device. “You look fine.”

He sighed, eyes dropping to the scomp link on his arm. “I don’t feel fine. It’s stupid, but I used to imagine life after the war. Maybe I’d find a wife, maybe even have a family.” He shook his head, his voice tinged with regret. “But that feels impossible now.”

“Why?” you asked softly as you looked up at him, though you already knew the answer. His gaze dropped to the scomp link again, the metal gleaming faintly in the low light.

“This,” he said simply, gesturing to his cybernetics. “Who would want someone like me?”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. “Echo, I think you’re handsome,” you say earnestly. When he scoffed in disbelief, you pressed on. “I’m being serious. You’ve been through so much, and you’re still here, still fighting. That’s strength, and it’s something anyone would admire. Besides,” you added with a small smile, “I always feel calm and safe around you. That’s rare.”

Echo looked at you, the skepticism in his eyes giving way to something softer, more uncertain. “You really mean that?”

“I do,” you assured him, your voice steady. “You’re more than just what’s happened to you. And one day, you’ll find someone else who sees that, too.”

Echo’s gaze softened, but there was still a shadow lingering in his eyes. “Can I tell you something?”

You nod for him to continue.

“I miss… being able to hold someone,” he confessed quietly. “To just feel close to someone like that.”

The ache you felt for him was real, but a memory stirred in your mind. “You’ve held me before,” you said softly, offering him a small smile.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

You chuckled, recalling a specific mission. “Remember that op where I got hit hard? You carried me all the way back to the ship. I was out cold, but I woke up in your arms.”

A short laugh escaped him as he shook his head. “I guess that does count… in a way. But it’s not really the same thing.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the distant hum of the city filtering through the window. Yet, his earlier vulnerability lingered in your mind, tempting your curiosity. Before you could second-guess yourself, you blurted out a question that had been simmering at the edges of your thoughts.

“So… have you ever used your scomp… like that?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to clarify. “You know… for, um, pleasuring someone?”

Echo shifted beside you, clearing his throat awkwardly. You quickly reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and offered it to him. “Water?” you asked, trying to play off your embarrassment.

He shook his head, giving a soft, disbelieving chuckle. “No, thanks,” he murmured, but then his expression grew more serious. “And no, I haven’t. The opportunity hasn’t really come up.”

The idea intrigued you, and you couldn’t help the curiosity bubbling up. “Could you… show me what it feels like?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “On my arm, I mean.”

Echo watched you carefully, his gaze searching your face for any sign of hesitation. When he didn’t see any, he slowly raised his scomp and gently placed it against your forearm. At your nod, he activated it, letting the subtle vibrations pulse against your skin.

You gasped softly at the sensation—not painful at all, just ticklish and almost soothing. “See?” you said with a smile. “That’s not bad at all. Any lady would be lucky.”

Echo’s gaze remained fixed on you, a hint of surprise in his eyes. But the playful teasing between you shifted into somewhat deeper. A moment of soft silence lingered, charged with something new. The warmth in the room took on a different tone as you looked into each other’s eyes, both of you aware of the tension hanging in the air.

Your thoughts strayed, and you felt your body respond in a way that left you breathless. Your voice was small, almost hesitant. “You could try it out on my thighs too. If you want.”

Echo’s eyes darkened slightly as he considered your suggestion, his jaw clenching as he weighed the idea. He finally nodded and he waited for you to roll onto your back, his gaze never leaving yours as he reached out again, his scomp moving under the shared duvet and hovering just above your leg.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I think so.”

The moment the vibrations touched your skin, a shiver ran through you. The sensation was smooth, surprisingly gentle, and far more electrifying than you’d imagined. Your breathing hitched, and despite your best efforts, a quiet moan slipped past your lips. Your eyes closing and head leaning back comfortably on your pillow. “That feels nice.” You gasp.

Echo’s gaze grew more intense as he watched you react, his own expression shifting as he absorbed the effect his touch had on you. The air between you grew thicker, the boundary between curiosity and desire blurring.

You swallowed, your voice unsteady as you whispered, “Echo, if you want… you could please me, you know? I’d like that.” The words came out before you could overthink them.

Echo’s eyes darkened further, a new tension in the set of his shoulders. Slowly, he nodded, his voice a low rasp. “If that’s what you want…” His gaze flicked down, watching as you slid down your shorts beneath the covers, your legs parting slightly.

He moved closer, the mattress dipping as his focus remained entirely on you. He watched every subtle shift in your expression, his own breath growing heavier as he prepared to explore this moment with you. Whatever it was.

Echo’s hand hovered above your thigh, his scomp poised just inches from your skin. When he finally lowered it, the vibrations moved between your folds with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation was like nothing you’d ever felt before—gentle but intense, the subtle pulses sending waves of warmth through your core. “That’s.. oh - fuck.” You moan, eyes intense as you lock eyes with him.

“Do you like that, beautiful?” He cooed, a faint smile on his lips as he watched you react to the compliment.

“S’good,” you whine, toes curling as his scomp presses down and vibrates against your swelling clit. Every time he adjusted the pressure, your breath hitched, the tingling pleasure building as his scomp dipped lower, gliding along your slickness.

Your body responded instinctively, hips rising to meet the movement as the blanket tangled around your legs. In the haze of growing desire, you grabbed the fabric and threw it aside, exposing yourself fully to him. The cool air brushed against your heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of letting Echo see exactly what he was doing to you.

His eyes blown wide, gaze dropping to the glistening sight between your legs. A low, needy sound escaped him, a mix between a groan and a sigh. “You have such a pretty pussy,” he rasped, his voice rough with barely contained lust as he licked his lips. The simple, honest words made you clench, a wave of need rolling through you that had your head spinning.

The vibrations increased, pressing directly against your sensitive clit, and you cried out, your voice breaking into a moan. “Oh, Echo—I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, the pressure building to a dizzying peak. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, the relentless rhythm of his scomp pushing you closer and closer to that edge. You grabbed harshly on his arm, holding his scomp exactly where it needed to be. “Baby, d-don’t stop.”

Echo’s gaze stayed locked on your swollen, slick flesh, his breath coming in rough pants as he watched you writhe beneath him. “Let me feel it,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Let me see you cum for me.”

The moment his words hit you, everything snapped. Your body arched off the bed, back curving as the pleasure surged through you in powerful waves. You cried out his name, trembling as the release tore through you, the sensation almost too much as his scomp kept pulsing against your now overstimulated clit.

He held you there, watching every twitch, every aftershock that rippled through your body. His eyes were wild, dark with hunger as he savoured the way you came undone beneath him. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, almost as if to himself, as if he couldn’t believe how perfect you looked falling apart for him.

When the vibrations finally eased and you could catch your breath, you met his gaze, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. “That was pretty damn good.” You gasp breathlessly, legs still twitching every so often.

“And you looked it, too,” he rasps and you realise how close he was to you now, his face a few inches from yours. You didn’t want this to end.

A soft giggle escapes your lips as you take his scomp in your hand, meeting his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes. Slowly, you bring the metal to your mouth, letting your tongue glide over it, tasting your own slick. The mixture of your warmth and the cool metal sends a shiver down your spine. Echo watches in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on the sight of you licking yourself off his scomp. His breath catches as he murmurs your name, almost reverent, “You don’t realise how much I wish I could feel that…”

You tilt your head, grinning mischievously. “You have another hand, don’t you?” you tease, your voice light. His eyes widen slightly at the suggestion, and after a moment of hesitation, he nods, waiting for you to give the go-ahead. You answer him with a small, encouraging smile.

His fingers are careful as they slide over your folds, still tender and sensitive from your climax. He moves gently, massaging with a touch that’s reverent and exploratory, collecting your slick on his fingers. You gasp at the contact, the mixture of pleasure and overstimulation sending jolts through you.

Without breaking eye contact, he brings his fingers to your lips, offering them to you. You eagerly take them into your mouth, sucking on them with a slow, deliberate rhythm, savouring the taste of yourself while his eyes darken even more.

But you want to return the favour—want to see him fall apart just as he did for you. As you release his fingers with a soft pop, you notice his hand shifting to palm himself through his pants. There’s a tension in his jaw, a hesitation, as if he’s too shy to ask for what he needs. You decide to take the lead.

“Echo,” you said softly, brushing a hand over his cheek. “Before we do this… can I see you?”

He blinked, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. You could see the doubt creeping in, his usual guardedness returning. His gaze dropped as he began to mumble, “I’m not exactly—my legs, my body… I know it’s not what—”

You cut him off, gently taking his face in your hands. “No. You’re beautiful, Echo,” you insisted, your tone firm but tender. “Every part of you.”

The sincerity in your voice made his breath hitch, and after a beat, he nodded, his eyes meeting yours.

You helped him slide out of the rest of his clothes, taking in the sight of him fully bare to you. The scars, the cybernetics—everything that made him who he was. And as you gazed at him, there was no judgment, no hesitation. “You’re perfect,” you whispered, letting the words sink in as you ran your hands over his chest, tracing every line and curve. His heart hammered in his chest, and you could see the way his eyes softened, that lingering insecurity slowly melting away.

Quietly, you shift onto your knees and slowly peel off your top, letting it fall away as your breasts bounce free. His eyes widen, unable to hide the awe in his expression. “Woah,” he breathes out, his voice tinged with disbelief, as though he can’t quite process what’s happening. Your cheeks heat up as your hand caresses over his erection, thick and hard, the sight of him making your mouth water.

“Do you want me, Echo?”

He swallows hard, eyes locked on yours. “More than anything,” he rasps, voice thick with need. You position yourself over him, guiding the head of his cock between your folds, letting him feel the heat and wetness before you take him in.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you lower yourself onto him, feeling him stretch you wide open as you sink down onto his length. A moan slips from your lips at the sensation, the delicious stretch of him filling you completely. His grip on your waist tightens as he groans deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest.

The feeling of him buried deep inside you is overwhelming, almost intoxicating. The heat between you builds, your bodies starting to find a rhythm that leaves you both breathless.

Every thrust, every slide, is filled with a raw, desperate need, as if neither of you can get enough. Echo’s hand roams over your body, his touch reverent and hungry all at once, while you take him deeper with each roll of your hips. The way he looks at you—like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen—was enough to almost make yoh tumble into another quick orgasm. “Fuck,” you whisper, feeling the tension build again. “You feel so good inside me, Echo.”

He groans in response, his grip tightening as he thrusts up into you, desperate to keep that connection, to prolong the pleasure that’s surging through both of you. “Yes baby, that’s it. You're riding me so good. Take me.”

With a sudden burst of intensity, Echo flips you onto your back, his eyes wild with desire. He climbs on top of you, pressing the length of his body against yours, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. “Hold me,” you beg breathlessly, needing the closeness, the comfort of being wrapped in his arms as he takes you. But you see the panic flash in his eyes—he doesn’t know how, isn’t sure he can do it right.

Sensing his hesitation, you act on instinct, lifting yourself slightly and guiding his scomp beneath your back, the cool metal settling against your skin in a strange but oddly comforting embrace. “Like this,” you whisper, your voice full of reassurance as you take his free hand and hook it under your thigh, anchoring you in place.

With renewed confidence, he adjusts his grip, holding you steady as he begins to thrust into you with a deep, yet tender rhythm. Your forehead rests against his, your breaths ragged. You don’t think you’ve ever been made love to before, but you were pretty certain this is what it was like. In the midst of the frenzy, you both suddenly pause, realising that despite everything, you still haven’t kissed. The thought hangs in the air for a split second before your lips come together, the kiss charged with all the pent-up passion that had been building between you. At first it’s soft, tender before you whine for him to go faster when it becomes messy, almost frantic. Tongues tangling as you both lose yourselves in the moment.

The bed shakes beneath you, the frame creaking with each powerful stroke as he pounds into you. You can’t hold back—your voice cracks as you pant his name over and over, each plea more desperate and needy than the last. Your legs wrap tightly around him, urging him deeper, while the raw heat of his body and the delicious friction sends sparks through your every nerve.

When you pull back for air, his gaze is intense, admiration and hunger shining in his eyes. “You look so good like this,” he groans, his voice low and thick. “Do you want me to cum inside you, beautiful? Want me to stuff you full of my cum? I want to make sure you feel me inside you long after this.”

His words send you spiraling, your fingers digging into his back as you cling to him, desperate for more. The sound of his balls slapping against your slick, sweaty skin fills the room, every thrust harder and deeper than the last. The pressure builds rapidly, your body tightening around him as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.

“Echo—I’m gonna—” The words barely escape your lips before your release crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your back arches off the bed as you find yourself squirting all over him, the intensity of it leaving you trembling and gasping for breath. The slick warmth of your release covers his cock, dripping down his thighs as he continues to pound into you, chasing his own release.

His rhythm stutters, hips jerking as he reaches his peak. With a deep, guttural groan of your name, he buries himself inside you, filling you with his warmth as his cock throbs within your walls. You feel every pulse, every spurt of his cum, until he’s spent, panting heavily above you.

As he collapses into your arms, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all, there’s nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the soft, shared smiles that linger between you.

As the intensity of the moment faded, Echo’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining as you both tried to catch your breath. The warmth of his body pressed against yours brought a comforting stillness. He was still, resting his head on your chest, your hearts beating in sync as you gently stroked the back of his neck.

“You okay?” He asked softly, his voice tender and laced with a bit of concern as his thumb brushed along your knuckles.

You smiled, nodding as you looked down at him. “More than okay,” you whispered. “That was amazing.”

A shy grin tugged at his lips, a little bit of that old insecurity trying to creep in. “I never thought—I mean, I didn’t know I could make you feel that way,” he admitted quietly and you can’t help but feel your body warm up at the fact you had squirted, something that had never happened before.

“Yeah,” you giggle breathlessly, “it was definitely new to me too. But it was perfect.”

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, just enjoying the peaceful silence that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. But you could feel the tension that still lingered in his muscles, the weight of everything he’d been carrying for so long.

“Hey,” you murmured, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He hesitated, then finally opened up. “What if this doesn’t last? That I’ll wake up and realise it was all a dream. It feels too good to be real, you know?”

You shifted, cupping his face with both hands so he’d look directly into your eyes. “It’s real, Echo. I’m real. We’re real. And I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice steady, full of conviction.

The way he looked at you then, with those wide, hopeful eyes, made your heart swell. “Thank you,” he whispered, “for being patient with me. For seeing me.”

You leaned in and kissed him softly, letting the tenderness of the moment speak for itself. “I see you, Echo. Every part of you. And I want it all—the good, the complicated, the messy. I’m here for all of it.”

His eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours. “You’re more than I ever thought I could have,” he whispered, his voice so low it was almost a breath. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do. You deserve to be happy. To be loved. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

The vulnerability in his gaze softened into something warmer, more secure. “I think I’m starting to believe you.”

A quiet laugh bubbled up between you as you settled back into the pillows, arms wrapped around each other in a comfortable tangle. The tension had fully melted away, leaving behind only the gentle, reassuring warmth of being with someone who truly understood.

“I’m so lucky I have you,” he murmured sleepily, his head nestling into the crook of your neck.

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

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[stellarbit]

Past Echoes

4.0k words. Light references to intimacy.

Fitting back in with the Bad Batch was an adjustment. Accidentally letting it slip that you and Echo had more history than Tech, Echo, and Wrecker realized... made it a bit more challenging.

Light reference to this lil fic Shadows of the Order. Do you want some jealous Tech? Protective Echo? A slightly voyeuristic Hunter? I gotchu.

I had a thought - the Batch would most definitely hate the idea of you having previous nsfw fun with a reg. But what if it was a 'the call is coming from inside the house' situation. Enjoyyyyy

When the Batch returned to Ord Mantel, you and O2 followed. Cid, a former Jedi informant, didn't recognize you, and you didn't recognize her—fortunately. She wasn't thrilled about your presence at first. It wasn't until you completed a solo job for her, proving your worth while the Batch tackled their mission, that her complaints subsided.

It became routine for you and O2 to take on jobs separately from the Batch whenever possible. The occasional solitude was a balm, helping you adjust to the constant company.You’d forgotten what it was like to be a part of a squad and to have any attention on you.

Their intense attention was making it all the more challenging.

Reuniting with you after Order 66 mended a wound in them. The loss of Crosshair left a void, partially filled by Omega's arrival. She helped them move forward, bridging the gap left behind. Your presence reignited a sense of the familiar, despite the undeniable changes. Where you once engaged freely, laughing and unhesitant in physical affection, you now held yourself apart, you were now detached and resentful as they saw it.

All of them but Echo. He’d known you longer than the others, back to your days as a Jedi Knight fighting with the 501st, and knew personally how hard adjusting could be.

Adjusting to your new reality was more exhausting than you'd anticipated, not so much a matter of resentment as it was sheer fatigue. Socializing, something that once came as naturally as breathing, now consumed a significant chunk of your mental energy. In some ways, Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Echo remained unchanged, the brothers you remembered. Yet, in other ways, they were entirely different, forcing you to relearn how to interact with them as if meeting for the first time.

Adjusting to the presence of a child was a whole separate issue.

Aside from taking some missions separately, you’d all fallen into another routine. Between missions, you all retreated to a modest dwelling you'd secured on the outskirts of Ord Mantell. The Marauder had quickly become too small for all of you.

It wasn’t big and privacy was scarce with most of the space being communal. A small refresher, built a short walk into the desert, provided a sliver of solitude from the group's constant buzz.

The moons were starting to set by the time you and O2 returned from your most recent job. You were sore and ready to shut O2 down by the time you walked into Cid’s.

“Welcome back!” Wrecker shouted, tossing you a box almost faster than you could react. “Looks like another successful mission for you.” You snorted and passed the carton of mantell mix to O2. 

Hunter and Omega were immersed in the game at the dejarik table, Tech at the bar with a datapad, and Wrecker and Echo in a booth along the wall observing it all. You headed straight for the bar, a slight limp in your gate.

Echo's posture snapped to attention as he observed your approach. The abruptness of his movement as he rose was enough to send their table jostling. Wrecker steadied the table, thrown off by the sudden energy, and watched his brother march over.

“Must’ve been an easy job if you got back before us.” You teased and slid onto a bar stool,  handing Cid her client’s requested datastick. 

“Heh, easy for us!” Omega boasted and thrust a thumb to her chest. Hunter briefly smiled at the young clone before focusing on the game again.

Echo, however, wasn’t so easily diverted. He approached, his concern etched deeply into his features as he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. “Looks like it was a rough one if you’re limping back,” he said, his voice carrying a scolding edge.

Behind you, O2, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the moment and embodying the classic B1 battle droid blend of sass and clumsiness, trundled up. “If you ask me, we had the easy job. I only tripped twice and only one of those times was in front of enemies. Improvement!”

You waved a hand at Cid, signaling for a drink and said, “Getting old is rough. It’s nothing new.” Your attempt to sooth his stern expression fell flat. 

Echo frowned and shook his head before bending to one knee. Examining your leg, Echo slid his hand behind your knee and lifted it up. His hand squeezed around your knee as his thumb worked into the joint. It brought you visible relief, indicative of the sigh and relaxed tilt of your head.

As Echo’s hand continued its examination down the length of your calf, he asked , “Is it acting up?”

Tech leaned from his stool to peer over Echo’s shoulder, taking special note of Echo’s hand still on your knee. “To what are you referring?” 

Echo, without shifting his gaze from your leg, replied with a hint of frustration, “Her knee. She injured it during the Battle of Christophsis.” He paused, his voice softening as he looked up at you, concern replacing annoyance. “We’ve talked about this.”

Cid slid your drink across the bar to you, which you promptly tilted towards Echo. “I have been, nanny droid, but I can’t baby it all the time.” You took a large gulp of the drink and said, “Besides, it always aches after landing.” Since you’d known Echo, he’d always doted on you to some extent. Since your reunion though it was borderline overbearing.

Tech, ever the voice of logical reason, couldn’t resist chiming in. “Actually, that discomfort is likely due to the variations in air pressure and altitude experienced during descent. The symptoms should ease within a few hours. There is no cause for alarm.”

Echo’s response was a sharp and disapproving glance at Tech..

You hummed a laugh as you finished your drink. Setting the glass down and patting Echo’s hand, you turned away from the cybernetic clone. “Which reminds me,” you gestured to O2 in a ‘follow me’ fashion. “O2, c’mon. I need your help with my shoulder.” 

That caught Hunter’s attention. He turned from the dejarik table. “Your shoulder?”

That particular injury was a relic of Order 66, a scar you hadn’t planned on discussing.

“I got shot and it didn’t heal right, but O2 helps with the occasional steroid shot.” Narrowing your eyes at O2, you rolled out your shoulder. “This time get it on the first stick.” You said as the two of you started towards the door.

“Hey!” The battle droid whined after you. “It’s not my fault you won’t calibrate my sensors.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” You shook your hands at O2 and jabbed a finger into their chest plate, “And I told you I’ll get to it. Just-”

“Not happening.” Echo cut in firmly just as you hit the stairs.

Pausing mid-step, one foot hovering above landing to the next flight of stairs, you turned back to your friend. “Excuse me?”

Echo met you on the stairs. “That clanker is not getting the chance to make it worse.

 You grounded yourself and notched a hand on your hip. “Echo,” Your voice betrayed your exhaustion. “O2 can help just fine.” Echo’s face pinched together at the mention of the droid. His disdain and distrust for droids had not eased with O2’s presence. 

Echo's resolve was unyielding, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that left little room for debate. "No. I'm not letting that droid anywhere near you with a needle. It's not about its capabilities; it's about doing this right," he stated, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "We're not taking any chances with your health."

You sighed, resisting Echo would only prove futile. “Alright, alright,” you conceded and started back up the stairs. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before,” you quipped, too tired to think about what you just let slip.

Echo's reaction was immediate; his eyebrows arched in surprise, clearly he hadn't anticipated such a slip. He quickly glanced at his brothers, hoping that your words had somehow escaped their notice.

It hadn’t.

Hunter's gaze shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. Wrecker's mouth hung open, momentarily lost for words, while Omega looked between them all, sensing a tension she couldn't quite grasp.

Tech, who was usually composed and unfazed, seemed especially taken aback. His eyes widened behind his goggles, and for once, he too was at a loss, his brain trying to piece together this new information with the efficiency of a computer experiencing a glitch.

The others were left in a similar stunned silence, grappling with the sudden insight into a part of Echo and your past that had been carefully veiled until now. It was a sudden glimpse into the shared history between you and Echo—a history that was evidently more intimate than any had realized.

A subtle flush crept over Echo's cheeks, a rare display of embarrassment from the stoic soldier, before he turned, almost sheepishly, to follow you up the stairs. 

The sound of the closing door echoed down the stairwell, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Cid, ever the observer, couldn't help but comment, "Didn't think Killjoy had it in him."

“Had what in him?” Omega asked, her head shifted between her brothers, expectantly waiting for an answer.

Cid leaned over the bar, “What are you, fresh out of the tube or something? They-”

“Were in the war together.” Hunter cut Cid off sharply. “Soldiers…” he struggled to find the appropriate words. “...have to dress wounds all the time.” He tapped his finger on the dejarik table. “It’s probably best we head back too.”

Omega led the way out with O2's unwieldy form bobbing along beside her. Wrecker and Hunter followed, their broad shoulders nearly blocking the path, while Tech lagged behind, lost in thought.

Wrecker leaned in, his whispering not as quiet as he might have thought. "There’s no way we wouldn’t have noticed something... And aren't Jedi not supposed-”

Hunter quickly silenced Wrecker. The situation was already uncomfortable without Omega’s curiosity making it worse. He caught sight of Tech, unusually distant and without his usual companion, his datapad, in hand.

There had been signs, subtle yet unmistakable, of something more between you and Tech. Hunter prided himself on his ability to read situations, to understand his team beyond words. The knowledge of your intimacy with Tech had bothered him, sparking an unexpected intrigue in him. 

He’d smelled, more than once,Tech’s scent on you. The first time it had dredged up an ugly feeling inside the tattooed clone, but that feeling quickly evolved into something stranger.

Hunter remembered a moment, long before the chaos of Order 66, when he and Crosshair had stumbled upon you and Tech in a compromising situation, ostensibly "repairing" the Marauder's camera system. He’d been catching on to the two of you for a few weeks, but that day he knew for certain. Tech reeked of you and you uncharacteristically jumped at the opportunity to load the ship. It may have been lost on Crosshair, but not Hunter.

He knew what happened and, that night, he enjoyed thinking about it.

On the other hand, the possibility of you and Echo sharing something similar caused him a twinge of jealousy - a new feeling for Hunter. He wasn’t sure what secret you and Echo harbored; he just knew he didn’t like it. He did worry what that meant for the brother behind him.

In the cramped quarters of your makeshift dwelling's refresher, Echo was preparing the syringe. The space was limited, barely accommodating the essentials—a shower, toilet, and sink—yet it somehow felt enough for the two of you squeezed together.

With your back to echo, you sat on the rim of the empty bathtub working at the wrap on your shoulder. Most days you wrapped your shoulder and knee for support. The support it offered varied, but on this day, the wrap was more stubborn than usual.

As you struggled with the final layer, Echo's calloused fingers gently brushed yours aside. The warmth of his touch prompted a soft laugh from you. "Definitely warmer than O2," you commented, the tension easing from your shoulders as the last of the wrap fell away.

"Well, at least fifty percent of me is," Echo replied, his voice carrying a lightness that reminded you of times before the scars of war had marked him. Shutting your eyes, memories of Echo before Skako Minor flooded your mind, back when you were both new to the 501st and the galaxy seemed a vast expanse of possibilities.

Your paths had crossed shortly after you were knighted, and Echo had yet to lose the sheen of a 'shiny.' The connection was instantaneous, each of you quickly fell in together. Your friendship was built on your trust in battle and shared fun, with you playfully chiding him for his by-the-book approach, while he, in turn, found joy in occasionally bending the rules for you.

Your attachment to him was tested after a particularly grueling battle, one that left Echo injured and confined to a med bay. Sneaking in to visit him after hours, you were hit with the reality of how close you had come to losing him. It was within the quiet stolen moments in the med bay that blurred the lines of your camaraderie.

At one point, when you tried to adjust his bandages, Echo's hand caught yours, stopping you. The small touch lifted the weight of the situation. His thumb began gentle little circles on your hand and the bond between you went taught.

Seated beside Echo, your friend who looked at you as more than just a Jedi or commander, you wondered what you may have been without a war.  It was hard to imagine, but one thing was clear: the thought of losing Echo, who had become more than just a fellow soldier, was unbearable.

For the first time, you felt that all the hardships of the war might be worth it, just to keep him and his brothers safe. At that moment, the reasons for fighting seemed more personal, tied to the people who mattered most.

The air changed as you noticed Echo’s gaze lingering on your lips.

Without saying a word, you leaned forward. Echo tried sitting up to meet you and that was all it took for you to bridge the gap with a kiss. A first kiss for the both of you. When you pulled back, he pulled back his blanket and, mindful of his injuries and desperate for the closeness, you tucked in beside him.

For that night, the war faded and it was just the two of you in a sanctuary of whispers and touches.

It was the only time and neither of you regretted it, but it only strengthened the depth of trust your shared. It made losing him all the more gutting. Your eyes opened at that thought.

“Echo.” Your voice broke the silence. 

“Hold still.” He instructed before you felt the pinch of the shot. When it passed, Echo rolled his thumb over the puncture point and worked pressure into the surrounding muscles. “What is it?”

You began picking up your bandages and held them to your bare chest. “Did I ever tell you,” You glanced over your shoulder, but unable to look at him as you continued, you turned back “Losing you at Citadel was one of the worst pains I’ve ever experienced? You were my best friend… and I left you behind.”

The sight of you, hunched over those bandages, a scar wrecking your back, and the smallest he’d ever seen you, caved Echo’s chest in. Echo realized how much that moment had stayed with you, just as losing you had stayed with him.

Echo leaned down to your level, placing his hand on your scarred shoulder. You answered his touch by turning just enough to meet his gaze.

“You are my best friend.” he said, his voice steady and sincere. The look in his eyes suggested he was navigating through similar memories, yet his demeanor wasn't marred by sorrow. Instead, there was a tranquil acceptance in his expression, a balance between acknowledging the past's pain and appreciating the present's joys. He even managed a small smile. "I never felt abandoned by you. I get it. Losing you," he paused, a brief shadow crossing his face, "it seemed like the galaxy was falling apart, not the war."

Echo’s grip tightened on your shoulder before he stood back up. The smile he gave you was confident and comforting, the same Echo you’d met all that time ago. 

“But you are alive and so am I. That’s the only thing that matters now.” His hand traveled up your neck to cradle the side of your head. Then, lightly, he placed a kiss on your head “Let’s keep it that way, shall we?”

He started turning to leave you to wrap up, but paused just short of opening the door. “Oh, and one last thing.”

You’d already started rolling the bandages around your chest, so you didn’t bother to look up but acknowledged him with a nod.

“"The rest of them... they're aware now, of how close we actually are."

His words hung in the air, giving you pause. Only after a beat did the full weight of his statement hit you. Abruptly, you stopped what you were doing and whipped around to face him. "What was that?"

Echo hesitated, then clarified, "You pretty much announced it back at Cid’s that I've ‘seen it all before.’”

As his words sank in, you replayed the exit from Cid’s in your mind, and with growing dread, you realized the implication of your offhand comment. Your eyes batted around, recalling exactly what you’d said on your way out of Cid’s. As the realization fully dawned on you, you looked horrified.

While you and Echo never regretted that night, you both agreed to leave it in the med bay. It couldn’t complicate anything if it stayed as a silent memory.

“Echo-”

His pale skin was rose tinted, barely visible from his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He glanced upwards, as if seeking divine intervention for a swift escape from the ensuing awkwardness. “I’m not dealing with that jealous lot alone so you better hurry up… Shorty.”

Echo said the nickname , a relic from your time with the 501st, in a way that would’ve made Fives proud. His use of the nickname, light and teasing, was enough to momentarily disarm any retort you had ready. By the time you could react, he had already stepped out.

He waited outside the refresher for you to finish and you both headed inside together. As you both reentered the common area, it was clear that Tech, Hunter, and Wrecker were making a minimal effort to seem occupied with anything but the two of you. O2 and Omega were elsewhere. 

Tech’s attention was drilled into fixing a component of the Marauder, but the tightness in his shoulders showed his discomfort. Hunter was sat adjacent Wrecker, sharpening his knife.

Wrecker, in particular, didn't even bother with the pretense of subtlety. His gaze was unabashedly fixed on you both, wide-eyed and overtly curious, as though seeing you in a completely new light for the first time.

Wrecker was the first to break the silence, unable to contain his curiosity. “So, you two?” He gestured between you and Echo. 

Tech’s attention snapped from his tinkering, his expression tight, betraying a flicker of discomfort at Wrecker’s blunt inquiry. "Is this really the time to—"

"It's okay, Tech," you interjected, wanting to clear the air before misunderstandings could take root. Echo nodded in agreement, his expression calm.

One of Tech’s hands tightened into a fist and he glanced away. With not enough information to assess this sort of situation, he was frustrated and struggling to process it. Tech adjusted his goggles, his voice a mix of resignation and annoyance. "I suppose clarity on the matter would... facilitate a return to normalcy."

Echo glanced at the rest of the squad, then back to you, a silent agreement passing between you. He sighed, "Yes, we had a moment. A long time ago. It wasn't serious, and it's in the past."

Hunter finally spoke, raising a hand to stop the conversation., “We don’t need the details.” He sighed and sat up in his chair. “If it’s in the past, that’s that.” Standing, he replaced the knife in his forearm sheath and continued in a flat tone, “Just caught us off guard is all.,” His gaze swept from you to Echo and then rested on Tech.

Tech finally spoke up, his usual composure regained. “As long as this… history doesn’t interfere with our missions, it remains a personal matter.” Yet, beneath his measured words, a hint of unresolved tension lingered.

Wrecker, processing the information, scratched his head, then offered a shrug. “Guess we’ve all got our stories, huh? Just didn’t see this one coming.” Ever the one to lighten the mood, Wrecker clapped his hands. “Well, now that’s settled, who’s hungry?”

Your eyes caught Tech’s. One of his hands rested on his leg while his thumb rubbed against his forefinger nervously. His characteristic confidence dimmed. You weren’t going to let that linger.

Surprisingly, the group quickly dispersed after the awkward meeting.

Wrecker headed off to find Omega and grab some grub and Hunter wanted to do a routine check of the Marauder, leaving you, Echo, and Tech lingering in the common area. Echo gave you a relieved smile and a nod before he too left, leaving you with time to address Tech.

Tech had stayed behind under the guise of fixing the equipment but the careful avoidance of your gaze didn't go unnoticed. Seizing the moment for a much-needed conversation, you approached him with a deliberate calmness, hoping to bridge the growing gap between you.

"Tech?" you started, your voice softer than usual.

He paused, tools in hand, and finally met your eyes. The usual spark of curiosity was there, but it was overshadowed by a hesitance that hadn't been there before. "Yes?" he responded, his tone neutral yet guarded.

You took a deep breath, searching for the right words to navigate the delicate situation. “I’m sorry I never told you. We always wanted to leave it in the past.” You sighed. “I didn’t want you to look at me differently.”

Tech processed your words, the rigid lines of his posture softening. He set his tools down, giving you his full attention now. “If you are implying I would think less of you, that is not the case.” His mouth twitched to the side, his face still masked in neutrality he hesitantly continued. “However, it certainly makes adapting to our new dynamics more… complicated for me.”

Your confused expression prompted him to explain further, “Historically, the thought of your involvement with others was an… unenjoyable experience for me.” His back straightened and something passed through his brown eyes. “At present, I find myself challenged by the desire to offer you more preferable and memorable alternatives."

For the first time in almost a year, heat flared in your chest. You’d forgotten how intense Tech’s attention was. He’d hinted at jealousy in the past. But that short exchange made you wish he’d found out about your history with Echo much earlier.

You took a casual step forward. “I’d like to see what that brain of yours thinks up.”

Tech’s eyes widened for a moment, flitting to the door and back to you.. “I’ve already thought of multiple scenarios I believe you’d find suitable.”

“Are any of them suitable for a limited timeframe?”

His head tilted and, for the first time since your reunion, he gave you his braggadocious grin. “Precisely three.”

[inkybyl]

The Bad Batch x Fem!Pregnant!Reader: Part 2

Crosshair’s Apology

18+, NSFW themes! Minors DNI

Part 1:

Quick Summary: Life on Pabu with your boys was everything you could ask for, finally putting the war behind you… rarely do you get a moment’s peace with each of your boys solo, but when Crosshair tempts you back to your home from the market, the pair of you discover unresolved feelings that dated back to Order 66.

A/N: Originally the last fic was supposed to be a one shot,,, but I had a lot of fun writing the previous fic 👉👈 So I couldn’t help myself and see if I could add anything onto the dynamics shared between the Boys & the reader! If you read the previous part I hope you enjoyed! And thank you so much for the likes! This one takes on a bit more of a serious tone so I’m hoping I’ve managed to do Crosshair justice!

And oh my stars I’m so sorry - this was not supposed to be this long but I couldn’t help myself 🫣

I hope you enjoy!

If there are any content warnings I’ve missed please let me know! My brain’s turned to mush since finally finishing this!

Word Count: 12.8k (EXACTLY 🤩)

Briefly Proofread!

Content Warnings: Reader’s Relationship with Omega is PLATONIC!

Fem!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, POLY!BadBatch (the Reader is in an established relationship with the boys).

Angst: Flashback to TBB Ep 1/Escaping from Crosshair, descriptions of shooting, Reader injury & scarring. Reader & Crosshair talk about feelings.

Fluff & SMUT/NSFW - Dirty/Rough talk at the beginning, descriptions of receiving oral with Crosshair! Descriptions of Reader’s sleeping dynamics with each Batch Member.

NSFW Mentions of intimacy with each member.

Mainly fluff (sorta), wholesome and domestic dynamics with the Batch + Omega. Slight Spoilers, Set after Season 3! J just in case!

�� Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum: I hold you in my heart for eternity. •

Banners by @saradika !

I added banners!! 1) for prettiness and 2) this shi is so long omg

You and Crosshair entered through the door tangled in each other’s arms. It was almost like something out of a holofilm, your hands darting over the other in pure desperation - your mouths only parting at the corners to take deep breaths in and out. His lips only parted from yours to kiss and nip at your neck, his hand tilting your chin up before softly wrapping around your throat. A desperate whine left you as he closed the door, sternly moving your back into the cool wood of your wall whilst his leg came to rub at your core.

“Never known you to of hid yourself this well, kitten,” Crosshair growled into your ear, “So fucking desperate, and acting all innocent today, too.” He continued, beginning to leave his claim over your jugular, softly squeezing your neck and revelling in the gasps and moans that left your lips. His eyes flicked over to see your face, his trousers instantly tightening at how your eyes were rolling back, your plump lips caught between your teeth and cheeks tinted with a dark rouge.

You looked over to him, your hand desperately clutching the back of his head to pull him back in for a breathless and messy kiss, your hand trailing down his chest, fingers eventually hooking at the top of his waistband, moaning at how tight the fabric had strained.

Crosshair was pleasantly surprised and was in no rush to complain about your eager advances, but as soon as his arousal had hit him, so had the memory of what he had promised to you back at the market. His right, bionic hand caught your wrist, his left coming up to your cheek with his thumb on your bottom lip. He’d love nothing more than to have his way with you, to have you clutching to him with overstimulation, to mark you from head to toe. To have you rough and ravaged.

But things were different now, he knew you both would have many moments in the future to claw at each other, physically ripping the clothes off of the other, but he wanted to treat you. He wanted to let you know how much you meant to him.

You both had shared soft and intimate moments before, sometimes privately and sometimes in front of his brothers. Crosshair was always content with being the one you could go to when you were absolutely feral and needed to be put in your place, or sometimes even putting him in his.

He loves you, and he loves what you’ve solidified for him; a long and content future with his family. The hand on your cheek trailed down to your rounded abdomen, a soft hum leaving you, “Cross? Did I… was I going too fast?” You asked, cheeks now taking on a tone of embarrassment as he shook his head, kissing your forehead - a stark difference from a few moments ago.

“No, riduur. Nothing like that.” He hummed, placing his forehead on yours in a sweet keldabe kiss. His hand was placed on the underside of your belly, a smile coming to his face, “As much as I would love to kriff you against this wall, I believe I promised you something a lot more relaxing.”

Your hand joined his on top of your dress, a soft sigh leaving your lips, a cheeky grin forming, “That is true… however~” The sniper chuckled at your tempting purr, “Believe me, cyare, we’ll have time for that. Let me take care of you before the other’s get home.” He mumbled, his lips chasing yours.

He guided you towards the bedroom, closing the door behind him - the bed still in a half-made state from before you all left to meet with Echo and Omega. Your eyes flicked around the room, smiling at the open window with the curtains flowing with the Pabu wind. Something so simple, yet meant so much; you were all safe. You could afford to leave your windows open, to have your bed right next to such a thing that showed the beautiful rising sun each morning. The bed that you shared with the Batch in your home was, compared to the barracks and bunks you’d grown accustomed to, massive.

The bed was specially made for all of you, the squad refusing to sleep in a separate bed from you, even if it meant sleeping with a few awkward elbows in each other’s faces and bodies with attempts to nudge closer to their beloved. Your cuddle piles were a top contender in defending the reason behind such a large piece of furniture, but you loved the evenings you spent with them. They would all take turns laying next to you, and a nod to their adaptive nature; most of the time they would all find a way to lay with a part of their body touching yours.

The most common positions recently involved you sleeping on Wrecker’s soft yet sturdy chest, sometimes even laying on top of him like a massive pillow, your arms and legs spread over him - the picture Tech took of you for commemoration looked absolutely hilarious one time. Even before you had become established with the boys, you would all huddle to Wrecker for his warmth and comfort some nights on the Marauder, or even on some missions that kept you all out for days on end, he helped you all feel and sleep safe. Wrecker knew that his stature was intimidating to a lot of people they’d interact with over the years, working to his advantage most of the time to get the boys what they needed as quickly as possible. Yet he never scared you, you loved how easily he could pick you up for a hug, to help you reach the taller parts of your home - and using him as your own personal body pillow was something he would never say no to. If anything, it made him smug knowing that his whole body could encapsulate you, rubbing it in when he would turn you both over in the cuddle pile away from the embrace from his brothers.

Echo loved being close to you whenever he returned from his mission to save his clone brothers, the Batch agreeing without having to exchange words that the ARC Trooper would remain skin-to-skin with you every night during his home visits. He adores being next to you, especially how tenderly you would kiss his skin after helping him remove his prosthetics for bed. He found a way, with Tech’s help, to find a material that was both sturdy for the battlefield and a good conductor of heat for bedtime - just in case the call of sleep was far too great and couldn’t find the energy to remove his appendages. Sometimes you just wanted to love on him, referring to his arm and legs, or lack there of, as ‘his lil’ nubs’ - at first it was meant to tease him for a laugh during your days on the Marauder, but now you couldn’t help it. You would kiss his scarred skin more times than he could ever count, sometimes the soft connection of your lips being the very thing that sent him to sleep. A peaceful sleep, at that.

Hunter would love to hold you close to him, making sure all his senses could calm at the fact that you were still here; with him, with his Vode. He knew that you were real, that you were always there every night when he would fall asleep, and there every morning when he awoke. His senses could dull knowing that you were safe and at peace in his arms. He was always on alert, even back on the Marauder, when it was his turn for you to sleep in his bunk, or his turn in yours, he would ensure you were against the wall - instinctively shielding you from anything that could burst in at any moment. But now, on Pabu, he slept with less tension in his muscles. With you and Omega safe and sound after all they had been through, he could feel his body release and relax all the stress he’d been holding in all this time. With you being there for a cuddle at the end of every day, your soft snores that he could pick up on was worth every bit of torment he went through to get to this point. Even if it wasn’t his turn to be the one cradling you in bed, just your scent and heartbeat surrounding the room kept him at ease.

It was a mission in itself to get Tech to fall asleep, he would work himself for days without so much a wink of slumber, the only time you vividly remember him sleeping was after removing Wrecker’s inhibitor chip on Bracca. Your approach to get him to finally rest had to be choreographed with the help of his brothers. The first time you got Tech to stay in one place was asking him to read to you, the many facts and findings of his journeys from before you joined Clone Force 99 was a strong plan. Tech was delighted to know that you wanted to listen to him, used to being interrupted and shushed with his ‘useless information’. He knew his brothers’ were well-intentioned, but he jumped on the opportunity to talk about his data in a heartbeat. It must have been hours before he first heard your soft snoring on his chest, his cheeks heating up with how cute you looked, and how endearing it was for him to realise that you fell asleep thanks to him soothing you. He was going to move, to tuck you in and continue working until you tugged at his blacks, “Mph… why’d you stop…?” You mumbled, drooling ungraciously on his pec. “Ah. Well… alright then.” He would find that he lulled himself to sleep embracing you that first time, and he never wanted to go without it again. He was a very reasonable man, but sometimes he couldn’t help but pout when he felt exiled to the edge of the bed (it was Hunter’s turn to cuddle you). Usually the nights would have your head tucked under Tech’s chin so he could work on his data pad without the light blasting your eyes. Once you all made a life on Pabu, the boys couldn’t help but feel uneasy without the constant whirring of their ship that they were used to, and with you enjoying Tech talking you to sleep, they found themselves enjoying his soft facts before and during bedtime as well.

Crosshair would never admit before you joined the squad that his Vode’s cuddle pile, from their cadet days that grew with them, would set his mind at ease. His fidgeting and nail biting would cease at the feeling that all his brothers were still there with him, and then you came. You would put his mind at ease, yes - but he was a man of few words and could never tell you how much he loved you being there, being able to be the one to put your mind at ease for a change. His turn with you could be as soft as an arm over your waist, to having your face smooshed into his skin under his chin. He loved feeling like he could be a calming force for someone, a comfort he would always seek out was now sought out towards him, and it warmed his heart. He was cold, abrupt and spoke only with purpose, and for you to seek warmth from the sniper confused him to no end - but he would never stop you.

As if on cue, Crosshair leant his head down to your shoulder, breaking you out of your pleasant trance and leaving gentle kisses along your bare skin and the few faint scars from before this comfortable life.

“Lay down on the bed, cyare…” The sniper told you, his hands stroking your arms. With a soft groan, you crawled onto the bed, somehow forgetting about the added weight of your pregnancy on your front, reaching the pillows and turning around to lay on your back, smiling up at the handsome lithe man in front of you.

After you situated yourself along the pillows, Crosshair followed you along, leading small kisses along your shins, his hands coming up to your foot to rub at the tender skin. The cold from his mechanical hand shocked your senses slightly, making you flinch with a ticklish giggle. Instead of moving his hand away, the smooth metallic thumb began to dig away at the knots and swelling in your foot, his left hand contrasting the cold with a warm stroke of his thumb afterwards.

You let out a sigh, your nerves loosening beneath his skilled hands, your leg twitching now and again from the sensitivity, but eventually he worked his way from your foot up to your calf, his head leaning over to place a kiss on your belly, “How’s that, cyare?” He whispered, watching you with content when you leant your head back, closing your eyes, “So good…”

His dexterous fingers found some knots in your calves, carefully caressing them out. His hands worked up above your knees, fingers now sliding underneath the skirt of your dress as he started work on your thighs. You couldn’t help but moan as he stroked over one of your swollen muscles and another faint scar, one that you had injured around the time that you had met Omega, actually.

You’d actually injured it when…

�� Oh…

… When getting away from Crosshair…

Usually when you thought back to the events of your first meeting with Omega, Crosshair’s turn during Order 66 would leave you feeling slightly glum, but nothing that would ruin your day. You weren’t sure if it was your hormones; or just how tender Crosshair was being with you; maybe the fact that you were pregnant and there was an overwhelming sense of hope running through you. But the thought of this life not even being possible hit you like a modified Podracer.

You brought your arm over your eyes, you kept telling yourself that ‘… it’s okay, he’s right here, it wasn’t his fault… we’re all safe…’, cursing whatever force decided to crash a wave of emotion into you. You tried to think of something else, like Crosshair’s current gentle affections towards you, but in due time your bottom lip began to quiver as the memories came flooding back…

“Best stand down, Sergeant.”

Crosshair spoke, his posture had been full of confidence with a new squad of stormtroopers behind his back.

“Make it easy on yourself.”

“Have you lost your mind?!”

Your squad couldn’t believe their eyes. Your mouth had gone bone dry, your grip on Omega’s shoulders tightening as she glanced at you in concern. You tuned out majority of the exchange between Crosshair and Hunter, your eyes solely focused on the sniper from behind your cover. How could this have happened? One of the men you loved with all of your heart, all of your being, was ready to order a squad to open fire on you all. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat along with a screaming ringing in your ears.

It wasn’t until Crosshair’s eyes had twitched in your direction that brought you back to where you were, before snapping back to his brother, “Now surrender.” He growled. You shook your head, trying your hardest to ignore the swell in the back of your throat, noticing Hunter’s glance back at you and the rest of the boys, bringing your helmet over your head and bringing your blaster to an aim. Omega looked up at the slight tremble in your arms with concern, you could feel that she wanted to reach out and comfort you. But she couldn’t, not now. You had to stay focused, you all had to get out of here.

“Is that an order?” You heard Hunter ask, his tone darkening slightly before Crosshair scoffed, “Heh. I guess it is.”

“Well… I guess I’m disobeying that one, too.”

You traded glances with Wrecker, Echo and Tech, all of you waiting for someone to make the first move. Your heart was still pounding, and you were sure that Omega must have been able to see and hear it through your armour. You had to keep it together, for just a bit longer until you got away from this.

You were caught off guard when Crosshair had fired at Hunter, your Sergeant ducking down and rolling over to you and Omega to avoid the incoming fire from the troopers at the other end of the hanger.

You began firing your blaster, cursing once smoke clouded your vision after the Corries must’ve thrown out some smoke bombs. You ducked down with your hand resting on Omega’s back, knowing that Crosshair would be using his thermal by this point. “Tech, we gotta’ move. Now.” You heard Hunter.

“Wrecker, clear the smoke on 3.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Omega, stay low - (Y/N), keep us covered and make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

“Right.” You agreed through your voice modifier with a swift nod. You brought your attention back to the stormtroopers, focusing on where the blaster fire was coming from through the smoke, firing your blaster with a few calculated aims - hearing some shouts in pain and seeing a reduce in loose fire. It wasn’t until a blast had narrowly missed your head, shooting past you, your breath hitched and bile rose to your throat once you realised who it had come from.

He should have been able to make that shot. Was it a warning? No. It couldn’t be, he’s aiming to kill. Had he went to dodge a shot at the same time? Whatever it was, it had you ducking with your hand coming to your chest. You weren’t going to panic here, not now.

Omega looked at you, gasping at the thin burn mark that managed to skim across the side of your helmet. Hunter’s voice in your comm brought you back to reality with his countdown, Wrecker yelling, “3!”, before running out with two metal plates to clap them together, some of the thicker smoke clearing to show some troopers advancing on your position. Wrecker then tossed one plate towards the soldiers, taking them down in one fell swoop before throwing the second in Crosshair’s direction.

The sniper rolled out of the way and aimed with great poise, pulling the trigger and hitting Wrecker, his helmet flying off as he landed on the metal ground with a harsh whack. “Wrecker!” You yelled, your grip on Omega’s shoulder faltering and she took the opportunity to try and run towards him. You knew what was going on as soon as there wasn’t a finishing shot dealt to Wrecker, your eyes widening as you saw her run past Hunter, “Omega, don’t!”You looked towards Crosshair from your cover and saw how without any hesitation, took the shot that would have struck Omega down.

Thankfully Hunter pulled her back just in time and swung her back into your arms, “He’s using Wrecker as bait!”

“But he needs our help!”

She argued back, you squeezed her shoulder, “We can’t help him if we end up shot, Omega!” You told her, turning the both of you so that your back was against the cover, Omega still in front of you. If you were to be shot then at least your armour would pose some chance of protection for the young girl. After some more shots towards the troopers and your lover, you heard Hunter speak to Omega, signalling for your attention, too. “When I say ‘go’, you head for that ramp and don’t stop. Got it?” She nodded as you listened to his plan to give Echo cover to help Wrecker onto the Marauder.

You readied yourself, running out with Hunter to start firing towards your assailants, keeping them behind cover as Echo started to walk towards the ship with Wrecker’s arm over his shoulder. With a few final shots of cover fire, Hunter turned back to help his brothers. You were a competent fighter, you had proven time and time again you could provide them with cover fire.

But your head wasn’t in the game.

This wasn’t like you, you could fight, but you’ve never had to fight against one of your loved ones. Your aim was faltering, and was your visor fogging up? You were distracted, confused and most of all sloppy.

Under your unpredictable fire, Crosshair had managed to peek around his corner, dealing a shot to your right thigh that sent you back onto your rear with a loud shout. “(Y/N)!!” Your boys called out to you, your arm was still outstretched and firing at the Coruscant Guards, crawling backwards whilst you showed no signs of stopping.

Your adrenaline was the only thing keeping you from breaking down and keeling over in pain or passing out. With a couple more shots to give Hunter and Echo time to bring Wrecker onto the ship, your eyes flicked towards the barrel of Crosshair’s sniper. He wouldn’t miss this time, and you knew he wouldn’t. You hadn’t the time to process that you had stopped shooting, too overcome with the shock of your situation and the fact that Crosshair was about to pull his trigger, lining up his shot with a bullseye to your skull.

It never came, instead a blast was shot directly towards his sniper rifle, knocking it down to the ground. Crosshair turned towards you all, and you couldn’t guess what expression he held under his helmet. You, Hunter, Wrecker and Echo followed his gaze, finding Omega with a blaster in her arms, panting.

His hesitation with surveying the situation was short lived, instantly grabbing his pistol from his holster to start firing once more before Omega started setting off loose rounds, giving Hunter the time to run to you. He slid down, his arm sliding under your knees whilst his other came to your back, picking you up and sprinting as fast as he could to the ship. The searing burn of your shot scorched through your nerves once you were moving again in Hunter’s arms, your teeth gritting beneath your helmet as you hissed and groaned in pain.

He ran up two steps at a time, narrowly avoiding shots that came from Crosshair. You peeked over Hunter’s shoulder, your hand coming down to his thigh holster and aiming his pistol at Cross, firing at him to keep his shots uneven, giving you both more time to get onto the cover of the Marauder as it began to lift off. Crosshair’s visor locked with yours, you couldn’t fire at him directly, but you were sure as hell he wasn’t shooting any more of you or your squad. The last you saw of him was with your arm outstretched with a pistol aimed at his form, before Hunter slid you into one of the bunks Echo must have prepared when he got Wrecker sat down on a chair.

~~~

“OUCH!”

Wrecker yelped once Echo injected him.

You were lying on one of the bunks, your helmet still on with your leg raised on a makeshift stirrup when Echo made his round to you, gently removing your thigh plate and grimacing at the burn in your leg. Thankfully the Republic issued you armour that had slight more protection than usual, probably because you were a civilian and weren’t quite as expendable as clone soldiers in their eyes at the time. Your thigh plate had a hole burnt through it but had taken majority of the blast’s momentum, the shot only burning through the layers of your skin and reaching your muscle, but no further.

Once you were on the ship you had told Echo to grab your medkit, you knew he knew what to do but you couldn’t sit in silence, telling him what was what from the bunk while Hunter had elevated your leg. You wanted to help Wrecker yourself but you couldn’t move, you didn’t want to, you didn’t even want to remove your helmet.

You didn’t know if you had started crying because the pain came barrelling at you all at once, or from what had happened with Crosshair before Echo nudged you with his scomp. The trooper tried to find your eyes through your visor, “I’m gonna inject you now, okay, cyare?” You nodded slightly, hissing once the needle pierced your skin.

He made his way back over to your kit, grabbing a second injection for Wrecker. Omega walked past you, you hadn’t noticed that she sat next to you with Lula in her arms. She held the stuffed Tooka up to Wrecker, “Is… this what you were looking for?”

With an excited gasp, the demolitions expert reached over to the stuffed toy, “You found my Lula- OW!” His excitement was interrupted by Echo injecting him in his distraction, you couldn’t help the soft smile that came to your face as you watched them, hearing the cockpit door hissing open to show Tech coming down with his data pad.

He scanned you over whilst Echo wrapped your leg in bandages, securing the bacta patch over your wound and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead over your helmet. “Hey, hey hey hey! What’s all that gonna do?” Wrecker asked when he saw them both hovering over you, his concern evident in his face as he grasped his shoulder.

“She’ll be okay, just stay still, Wrecker.” Echo told him, not wanting his shoulder’s injury to worsen. Wrecker had made a grunt to stand up, wanting to come over to you while Hunter placed his hand on his good shoulder, shaking his head lightly. He didn’t like that you were silent, and possibly in pain, with a quiet gruff he looked over to you, “Hey, sarad. You okay?” He asked, eyes creased with concern. You appreciated it, you really did, and with a gentle wave of your hand he heard you through your voice modifier, “I’m all good, Wrecker. Just stings a little.”

His lips along with Hunter’s pursed in skepticism, but they didn’t want to push. Eventually Echo and Tech had finished patching you up, one of them finding a structure on the ship that could be used as a crutch, helping you walk whenever you would need to. You sat up with your legs hanging over the bunk, grateful that the attention was on Wrecker now. At least that was what you thought.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You heard Omega’s timid voice enter your ears. You looked down at the young girl, sighing as you finally removed your helmet while she climbed up the bunk to sit next to you. “I’ll be fine, Omega. I just… I’ll need to have some time to figure this out.” You smiled at her. Her brows pinched in concern, her hand coming onto yours, “If you… If you need anyone to keep you company… I can be that person!” She offered, and couldn’t help the smile that came to her cheeks.

Seeing this young and innocent girl smiling made your heart swell, she was the very reason you returned to Kamino and you’re glad you did. You wished that things could have ended differently, but you didn’t want to dump all that onto her. You knew later on, when Omega would inevitably fall asleep, you can have your moment with your boys, you can seek out your comfort later. Right now Omega was here, looking out for you instead.

The thought of how selfless she already was at her age made you chuckle, wiping your eyes and taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself. You turned your attention to the open door of the cockpit, seeing the stars through the windows. An idea came to mind, smiling down at Omega, “Wanna see something cool?” She gave you a confused but excited nod, helping you stand up and making sure your makeshift crutch was under your arm. You let her walk alongside you into the front of the ship, hearing her gasp once her eyes landed on the lit up space, calming you down from the recent events. You pushed your pain to the back of your mind, including the pain that came with Crosshair in that moment, living in the moment of Omega’s newfound happiness. The boys followed you both soon after, each one placing a supportive hand to your back as they passed you, giving you some space but letting you know that they were still here for you when you needed them.

Tech took a seat in the pilot’s chair, Wrecker behind him as Echo lead you to the seat behind the co pilot’s, where Hunter let Omega sit. After a discussion about where to go next, you couldn’t help but smile at Omega’s wonderment as Tech prepared the ship for hyperjump.

You hadn’t thought of that day in a while, the pain of how fast you had to move on in the hectic moments, that followed your escape from Crosshair, had rarely brought a moment for you to think about it all. Crosshair’s fingers halted at the scar he reached. He’d seen it plenty times in your moments of intimacy once he’d returned to you all, but this was the first time he’d actually looked at it.

He couldn’t bring himself to bring it up, and you had told him enough times that you had forgiven him for what had happened. But that was as a whole - you hadn’t brought up the wound on your leg, and Crosshair couldn’t face the twists in his stomach to keep his eyes on it. Until now.

His fingers hesitated around your scar, taking in a slow breath. It had been a while since you were in the company of just the two of you in your home, your lives were hectic and full of excitement now you were on Pabu. But living with four of his brothers that were also your partners, as well as Omega & Batcher being a part of your lives meant there were little moments to be left alone in peace. You hadn’t actually spoke about what happened.

His eyes flicked up to your face, noticing your trembling lip and how your forearm covered your eyes. His brows furrowed in concern and brought his hand up to your elbow, “… (Y/N).” He called, knowing what was going on through both of your heads. Your lips stopped shaking at his voice, your arm revealing one of your eyes glossed over, “Cross… I’m sorry- I…” You attempted a soft chuckle, sitting up and wiping your eyes, “I’m sorry, ner ram’ser… I think my hormones are playing up or something,” you tried again, trying to snap yourself back into a positive mindset before Crosshair held your arms, slowly bringing them away from your face.

You knew you couldn’t avoid his eyes forever, and with a soft sigh you brought them up to his. “I’m sorry Cross- I-I don’t know why-“

“I’m sorry.”

He swiftly interrupted you, his eyes not leaving yours once, only moving when he had to blink. “None of this is you. Not your, ‘hormones’.” He cringed when he quoted you, not wanting you to blame anything to excuse you for being emotional.

“I… We… We haven’t spoke about this…”

“We have Cross, and you know that I-“

“Not that.” His hand came to your scarred thigh once more, “… This…”

Your breath hitched, and you were frozen. He was right. You hadn’t actually spoken about the day he hurt you. “Cross, we don’t have to…”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Yes. We do.” His hands came to yours, “I shot you. I shot Wrecker. And on Bracca I—“

Crosshair’s head was full of self-loathing after shooting the lieutenant on Barton IV. After he couldn’t save Mayday. There was so much going on through his head, and if it weren’t for Omega forcing him out of his thoughts and pulling him out for an escape on Tantiss, he wouldn’t even be here to sit here with you.

“I shot you. I…”

Your eyes began to tear up, “Yeah… you did…” he swallowed nervously, “And it kriffing hurt.” You mumbled, looking down at the scar on your leg. “But it didn’t come close to when you left us, Crosshair.” You whispered, and he knew that you were talking about Kamino, after what happened at Tipoca City, when he decided to stay on the landing platform alone.

You looked away, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he probably already did. “I’m not a child, sarad… if you’re angry you should let me know…” he muttered. He knew you so well, and you knew him. It was what he loved about you, how his cutthroat delivery never antagonised you when he just wanted to know what was going through your head. You knew that was just who he was.

With a sigh, your hand came to your forehead, “Of course I’m angry with you… but how can I be angry when we’re… here! We have a home, we have a family, we’ve come so far- I shouldn’t be angry at you! It wasn’t your fault when you shot me! But you were back in control when you left us! You left me! For that- that-! Urgh!” He closed his eyes when your hand clenched at your dress above your abdomen. He knew you both could have gone years without this conversation, but he needed to hear how you were feeling, he needed to apologise for it all. He needed to know what he was apologising for, but he couldn’t do that if you both decided to avoid it.

“How could you leave us for that-! That fucking empire! They tried to have me assigned to a different squad, a squad of stormtroopers! They said my skills were better suited on soldiers they thought were more ‘valuable’! I fought for you all, and I fought for you, Crosshair! And you fucking shoot me?!” You hissed, all of the feelings you’d been putting to the back of your mind now surfacing. That was the first he had heard about that, when you were pulled for a ‘briefing’ with one of the new Imps after Kaller. He listened to everything you had to say to him without a word, a part of him relieved that you were actually mad at him and not prioritising his feelings over yours in this moment.

You assumed the group should’ve been back by now, they had either spent more time walking around the market, possibly bumping into Phee. Or perhaps Hunter picked up on your… conversation with Crosshair and decided to give you both the peace you needed. It wasn’t until the golden glow from the sun hit the corner of your eyes, realising that the sun had started setting.

You sighed, looking up at your lithe partner, seeing the regret on his face, thinking that if anything was going to age him, it would be that. “I know you don’t need me to tell you anymore that I forgive you, Cross… but it hurt. It hurt so much…”

His hands came up to your cheeks, looking at the tears that started to gather along your lashes, “Why did you leave me, Cross…?”

The sniper’s breath stuttered, his thumbs rubbing your tears away. He wasn’t like his sister, Omega, he wasn’t good with words, and he couldn’t cheer you up like Wrecker could effortlessly, but he didn’t have to do what they did. He didn’t have to imitate his Vode because you knew each other inside and out. You both shared an understanding unique to anyone else. He brought your foreheads together, closing his eyes before declaring to you, “I’m not leaving you again.” His hands came down to your bump, fingers rubbing circles into the fabric of your dress, “I will never leave you again.” He enunciated, bringing his left hand up to your jaw to look into your eyes once more.

You wiped your tears away, his declaration warming your heart and made you realise how much you needed to hear him say that. You brought your hand to his jaw as well, “Say it again…” you whispered, brows furrowed as your eyes closed. You could feel him tilt your heads to be nose-to-nose, his breath fanning over your lips, “I’ll never leave you again…” he murmured. Neither of you could deny the pull as you leant forward, your lips meeting shortly after his words. The kiss was filled with apologies and forgiveness, breaking apart for air with his lips trying to chase after yours. You both looked into each other’s eyes, your thumb tracing the tattoo along his skin.

He subtly leant into your touch, his gaze never leaving yours. You didn’t have to hear him say the words, ‘I’m sorry.’ You could tell that behind those enhanced eyes of his, that it was the only thing going through his mind, and that was more than enough for you. You placed your lips back onto his, your hands sliding from his jaw and cheek to meet behind his neck.

Crosshair was still situated between your legs as he carefully leant you back into the mattress and propped your head up on the pillows, your kisses had grown hungrier, your heart still pumping from the anger you had let out moments ago. His arm came to rest by your head, his other tracing down your hip. His lips left yours to return to the marks he’d left on your neck earlier, kissing them with a tenderness you hadn’t experienced to this extent before. “Never leaving you again,” he breathed out, trailing his kisses down to your collarbone and over your sun dress.

He was getting lower and lower, until his chin brushed against your stomach and stopped. “Cross…?” You whispered, watching his movements as he raised his head to look down at the rounded bump. Slowly, he brought your dress up to reveal your pregnancy, fingers delicately tracing the stretched skin, his pupils expanding in adoration. The sniper leant down to kiss at your belly, placing his forehead against your growing babe. “Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.” Your heart stuttered at his promise while he continued to place soft kisses along your rounded abdomen.

“Every day I missed you.” He spoke as he moved down towards your thigh, his thumb gently tracing the scar that was there because of him. He didn’t look away this time, leaning to place a longing kiss on the fainter skin, “And I’ll spend everyday making it up to you.” He spoke, his forehead gracing the taut mark when his hand brushed across your bump once more. You whimpered gently at the softness of his words, your heart pounding at the confidence you had in your partner, how he would always be there for you - just like in the days before the empire. You were all back together again, and that was all that mattered to you both.

He took one last look at the scar, his thumb rubbing over it again once more before trailing his kisses to your inner thigh. Contrasting his usual rough advances with you, he left soft hickeys rather than bite marks, displaying you with his endearment rather than playing with the idea of ownership in your private time. The closer he got to your core, the quicker the heat flushed over your body, slick gathering between your legs - exactly where he was aiming for.

Crosshair had begun to lay kisses along the skin above your core, by the bow of your underwear. His fingers, ever meticulously, lowered the soft fabric away from your thighs and over your knees, having to lean up onto his calves to remove the article of clothing from your feet. Placing a final kiss to your raised ankle, his hands directed your legs to mount up on his shoulders, before sliding back down to your naked region.

He placed a soft kiss on your sensitive bud, a gasp leaving you while a hand came to your mouth, the other curling around the silver locks of hair that he was starting to grow in. “Cross…” You whimpered, hips raising to brush against his lips, “Please…”

Usually when you were with Crosshair, it would be a tug of war between you both to get the other to beg, to plead the other for relief, but this evening was different.

He let out a soft hum, placing delicate wet kisses along your heat, his fingers continuing their promise of massaging the tension out of your thighs. The tenderness of his actions had your head lulling back onto the fluffy pillows behind you, soft gasps and moans leaving you with every kiss he left behind, he was determined to kiss every part of you.

He allowed his tongue to finally flick outwards, tasting your nectar and letting out a lewd groan, his hips grinding into the sheets below. His tongue continued to dance along your pussy, making out with your most intimate area with every feeling he hoped to convey, these few moments he had with you before everyone got home were to be about you, about his apology to you, to make up for everything he had done and everything he had missed.

But by the Maker did he miss this.

You had been intimate since his return, of course, more times than you could count. But he’d never been so desperate to taste you, to let you know how much he adored you and how crazy he was for you, as if to prove to himself, as well as you, that he wasn’t going anywhere - you had him hooked around your finger.

“Cross..!” You whined once more, hand gripping at his head to get him closer to you. Your fingers began to curl into his short locks, enough length to give a swift pull that tempted another groan from him. “If you keep pulling on me like that, I’ll leave you for the rest to fix.” He growled, hinting towards the squad most likely on their way home. “No!” You whined, your hand coming away from his hair to bunch your dress up further to reveal your bra, “Please, Crosshair…”

Your pleading had his eyes tilt up in curiosity, to see how far you were willing to go, “Ram’ser… Please have me how you want me…” you moaned, your hand up by your mouth biting onto one of your fingers, Crosshair’s eyes boring into your own.

“As flattering as it is to hear you speak in Mando’a, love, I’d much rather hear you beg where everyone can hear you scream my name…” Crosshair purred, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, eliciting a lewd moan from you, your teeth tightening around your index finger. “But we’ll save that for another day,” he murmured softly, continuing to kiss at your core with adoration. His fingers slightly halted in their massages against your legs, his right hand coming down to collect your slick that’d been leaking out of you - the cold from his metal fingers washed a cool chill over you.

His finger easily slid into your entrance, your back arching slightly as a choked whine left your throat, barely recognisable as his name left your mouth. The digit inside of you began to curl upwards, stroking the tissue that sent shockwaves through your lower body, his skilful tongue not easing your sensitivity as he began to flick the muscle across your pussy with a lot more determination. You could see his hips start to buck towards the mattress while we worked you towards an orgasm, loving how you’d gotten more sensitive thanks to the changes in your body.

It was all so sensual, how he passionately kissed and fingered your core, his tongue stroking above where his knuckles had been brushing. Your walls began to clench around his nimble fingers, your slick leaking out of you more than usual but couldn’t get far before his tongue would lap it all up. The hand that had bunched your dress up began to cup your swelling breast, squeezing around the soft skin and teasing your nipple, desperate to reach your climax.

Crosshair’s eyes looked up and met yours, his cock getting impossibly harder and twitching under his trousers. The sight of you dishevelled with swollen lips and hooded eyes nearly had him lose his composure, your moans bringing him back to the present as he buried his face as close as he could to your pussy.

He groaned when he felt you clench again whenever his eyes met yours, the whines of his name going straight to his straining member, his hips now desperately rutting against the bed, no doubt soaking his boxers and trousers. “You taste so good… m’ can tell you’re gonna cum soon, ner baar’ur.” He moaned, eyes hazed in his almost drunken state, “Missed this pussy so much… missed you so much…” You sobbed at his praise, your head rolling back as you took in deep breaths, your feet and legs beginning to feel numb from your tightening coil. The sensations would ebb and flow, leaving you twitching under his grasp, and his words weren’t helping.

“Couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you,” he admitted, his movements losing their rhythm as his pleasure began to fog his head, his ears burning with a blush, “Wanted you so bad- and now I have you again…” He murmured, sucking at your clit acutely, feeling you start to reach your peak. His hips were jerking towards the bed almost in pain - he’d rarely cum this quickly, and only with his mouth against your core isn’t unheard of between you both, but this fast? He’d never live this down.

He couldn’t care less right now, his fingers scissoring inside of you and feeling your wetness across his tongue was all he could think about. “Kriff-! Cross, I’m getting close-!” You moaned out at a higher pitch, the hand on your breast squeezing a lot more, and the hand that you had up at your mouth made its way down to Crosshair’s head - you couldn’t help it, you needed to touch him, you needed to hold onto him. Your hand pushed him back down towards you, his tongue and fingers moving in harmony and pulling you closer to your release.

Crosshair groaned, sucking more along your clit as his fingers curled against your G-Spot with intense precision. You sucked in a gasp, heat tickling up from your legs all the way up to your neck, the coil in your abdomen tightening a final time before snapping with a loud cry. His fingers began to curl your wetness out of your hole, hungrily lapping up your essence as if he’d been without water for months. Your moans filled his ears, and with the results of your orgasm filling his mouth he then realised how wet his upper thigh felt, groaning at how sensitive his softening cock felt, hips twitching away from any contact.

He kissed and drank away your release, sitting back up on his thighs, both of you panting whilst looking into each other’s eyes. His bionic hand came up to his mouth, licking away the remnants of your pleasure, tasting your sweetness that mixed in with the flavour of metal. “Wow…” you breathed out, your legs spread out beside his knees.

He took in your appearance once more, your dress bunched up around one of your breasts, your bra cup folded to make way for your bare boob. He smiled, his cockiness returning little by little, “Did I make you cum so hard you can’t even think, cyar’ika?” He purred, smiling at the smirk that came to your lips.

“Something like that. Although I could say the same to you,” you teased, winking at the damp spot around his bottoms. With a quick chuckle he leant down, taking your lips in a loving kiss. You felt his tongue stroke over yours, moaning when you could taste your essence before he leant back. “For when you kiss Hunter when he gets back,” he teased, a cocky and proud smirk gracing his features. You whined slightly, feeling a swell of heat rush back to your oversensitive core in tune with your heartbeat, “Crosshair!” You hissed, turning your face away with a blush.

The sniper chuckled, gently knocking your forehead with a knuckle, “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, sliding off the bed before picking you up, “Otherwise Sergeant’ll have my head.” He joked, earning a giggle from you, “Oh, I wonder why?” You replied sarcastically, arms curving around his neck.

“Because I helped myself to dessert before dinner.” He grinned, chuckling at your loud groan, “That was terrible!” He carried you to the fresher, sitting you on top of the sink and grabbing a towel, waiting for the water to heat up slightly before wiping you clean. You smiled at how soft he handled you, how delicately he cleaned you up and fixed your dress back into place, going back into the bedroom to grab you some fresh underwear.

Whilst he changed his trousers and boxers, you noticed the pair of pants you had been wearing before as he not-so-subtly placed them in his pocket, smirking at you as he came between your legs, “What?” He asked innocently, earning a laugh from you and a shake of your head, “Really?” You asked while Crosshair began kissing along the marks he’d left on your neck. This reminded you of the times you would spend together before the Empire - anytime he had his way with you he’d sometimes keep the underwear that he had thrown across the room. Whether it was an in-the-moment trophy or not, you knew it was more so that he had further bragging rights over his squad, especially Hunter.

You knew when everyone would return Hunter would be able to sense what had just happened, and he would constantly be smelling your arousal on Crosshair while he would have to make the dinner, only for matters to be made worse when he’d kiss you and taste the lasting flavour of your orgasm along your tongue. Tech and Echo would be able to piece together what went on between their medic and the sniper from the strands of your hair that would be frizzy and how creased your dress would be, and Wrecker would be able to see the marks scattered along your neck and collarbone, along with the slight puff of your lips.

The boys fighting over you would never get old.

You remembered when Tech surprised not just you, but his brothers as well. They never realised just how… bold he could be. The time shared between you and the genius, whole squad included or not, would regularly include him recording the interactions. He loved being able to look back on the heavily encrypted videos on his datapad with you or when he was alone. He loved being able to see and analyse how your body writhed underneath him, how your breasts would bounce in sync with his thrusts and especially loved replaying the parts of the video where he could see his cock slide in and out of your tight hole.

Where the surprise comes in is when he would turn his comm on, or send snippets of a video to each member of the squad when they least expected it… and it always seemed to happen when you just happened to be alone with him while they would be taking on a mission. No doubt Tech’s planning.

He would have his helmet positioned closest to you so that the squad would be able to hear every moan and whimper that fell from your lips, how you would chant his name or whichever name he wanted you to call out just to make them jealous. It wasn’t just your voice the comm link would pick up, it would also pick up the sounds of Tech’s hips slapping the skin of yours and the bunk slamming against the wall, despite its fastenings.

Whenever the team would return, it would be a sweet tug of war; Tech trying to keep you in his bunk for as long as he could until you’d need to use the ‘fresher, and one of the boys would immediately scoop you up after you’d leave, stealing you away to their bunk instead. Most of the time it was Wrecker who would be the one to carry you away.

Wrecker would be able to get his back, though. He was a literal wall in the way of the Batch trying to steal you away from him. He would be able to have you lying atop of him innocently and not so innocently. If he really wanted to he could have you shaking just from sitting on his thigh. Sometimes after a few rotations away doing missions back to back, you and the boys would go to 79’s to unwind. If you were to land yourself in Wrecker’s lap, chances were you weren’t going to be sitting comfortably. The sweetheart of your squad had a side to him that left you ravenous and letting go of any dignity you tried holding onto.

His hands were most comfortable on your hips whenever you’d straddle him, subtly rocking and tilting them along his massive thigh, the muscles flexing against your core while he’d kiss the back of your ear. Being in 79’s meant you could afford to let out your desperate moans and have them covered by the blasting music, your movements appearing like you were both swaying to the songs.

If you were in a bunk he would help himself to the warmth of your chest, squeezing and caressing your skin all over before moving you into any position he desired. He would spend a lot of time prepping you for his girth, eating you out like a thirsty dog until his cock would throb in pain, desperate to feel you loosen and clench around him - and to hear you scream out his name and carve your nails into his skin.

If Wrecker didn’t want to share, your screams were the things that kept his squad up during the night cycle, all of their cocks painfully tightening beneath their blacks.

Whenever Echo had felt slightly jealous, he would stay behind with you when the squad would leave for another mission. He would tell you that his prosthetics were feeling uncomfortable or he was struggling with his senses feeling slightly off. Being the ever-brilliant medic you were, he felt horrible for telling little white lies to get you to himself, but it was his way of ensuring you both privacy… definitely not because he became a blushing shy mess around you.

The first couple of times he’d asked you to check his prosthetics had you incredibly worried, until you’d realised that majority of these check ups resulted in you on your knees. You’d known Echo when he was an ARC trooper of the 501st, you had tended to his wounds back then and it made you thankful that you could still tend to them now. In any condition he was in, you were happy he was still here for you to hold; and once you managed to get that through to him did his confidence begin to bloom once more.

Especially when he could look into your eyes while he ran his fingers through your hair to push his cock further down your throat. Echo had found that he especially enjoyed having your mouth just before the squad would return and sometimes during his briefings with Rex, seeing your lips swell around his member and your eyes glaze over with lust while he had to remain stoic sent shivers all over him. He loved the look that would wash over your face once he would push pass your gag reflex and empty his load down your throat, the way your tongue would lull out and chase his tip as he pulled away would be enough to get him hard again.

Your thoughts then began to drift to what Crosshair had said to you, how Hunter would be able to taste your nectar along your tongue after having your scent following the sniper with your underwear in his pocket - all just to rile him up. Crosshair would make a show of wearing drastically different clothing after you both would fuck, making sure to dress you in one of his shirts or blacks. The mixture of your sweat and Crosshair’s would be all over you before he’d direct you towards Hunter.

Perhaps Crosshair enjoyed seeing how Hunter could stake his claim on you? How desperate their leader would be to completely dominate your scent with his own after the squad all had their moments with you? Who knew, but the thoughts that followed were of what Hunter would do once piecing it all together.

He knew deep down that his brothers loved to feel like they were all in competition. They knew you loved them unconditionally, but they couldn’t help but want to prove just how much they loved you. Whether it was instinct, or purely playful, you certainly weren’t complaining.

Especially when Hunter would finally get his time to remind his vode just who the hell he was.

Hunter was your brave Sergeant, your handsome lover. But when you and his brothers pushed him too far, he had to remind you all why he was the leader. The moments between you and Hunter, you were his and only his - with his Vode watching or not, he would have you however he’d want. He would bite and kiss heavy marks into your skin, and would sometimes order the boys to watch, to watch you come undone underneath their Sergeant’s handiwork. With Hunter’s incredible stamina and (thanks to you) unearthed desires, you would be in for a long night - you swear the man was an animal. Once, everything he had pent up was released on you in one night into the early hours of the morning.

The thoughts and memories of your boys left your cheeks with a soft hue, your teeth grazing your bottom lip slightly as you smiled down at the marksman, his kisses bringing you back to reality once more.

As much as it was a playful annoyance, when he would keep a trophy of your underwear, Crosshair’s gesture brought you back to the feelings of normality, happy that things were returning and changing in their own ways. You gently brought Crosshair’s jaw up so that you could look at him, his eyebrow quirking up, and you could tell he was now doubting teasing his brothers.

You pulled him closer, gently kissing his lips before your forehead playfully bonked his, “I’m so happy you’re back… that we’re all here…” you hummed. His shoulders relaxed and leant towards you, his arms circling your waist and bringing you closer in a soft embrace. “Me too…”

“Thank you for your apology, ner cyare.” You whispered, you knew it wasn’t necessary to tell him but you thought it was worth him knowing how much you appreciated it. He sighed gently, his head burying into your shoulder, “Thank you… for giving me another chance…”

You held each other like that for a few moments, smiling when you head the door open and the familiar chatter of your squad filled the silence of your home. “Sarad! Crosshair! You two in here?” Wrecker called, hearing the rustle of the bags as you grinned, tapping Crosshair as you shuffled off of the sink, kissing his cheek, “C’mon. Let’s go,” you said softly, your hand coming down to lock your fingers with his. “They’re here, Wrecker.” You heard Hunter answer, making his way to the kitchen.

You emerged from the bedroom with Crosshair in tow, smiling at your boys and Omega taking their shoes off, “You miss us?” You joked, going over to hug Omega once again, squeezing her close to you. “You should’ve seen Wrecker, he started running around looking for you!”She grinned, teasing her big brother. A blush dusted Wrecker’s cheeks before he started spluttering, “W-Well that was before I realised Cross’d disappeared too! I thought you were alone!” You laughed with the two of them, ruffling Omega’s hair, “Awwwh~ So you did miss me!” Swatting away your hand with a whine, Omega huffed with a proud look, “Of course we did, but I knew you were perfectly fine - it was Crosshair I was worried about,” Crosshair scoffed at his little sister, walking to the group and grabbing the bags from the floor, “How touching…”

Tech and Echo observed Crosshair, noticing his change of trousers and the flash of lace in his pocket as he turned towards the kitchen. Tech felt the heat brush up his neck as a sense of jealousy filled his chest, looking over to see the marks over your neck. Echo was the same, raising a brow at the sniper as Crosshair sauntered off, a relaxed expression on his face. After your embrace, Omega followed him to where Hunter had gone into the kitchen, grabbing some other bags along the way.

You went up to Wrecker, your arms squeezing his large frame with a dreamy sigh, “Sorry for disappearing, Wreck. What’d you all grab for dinner?” You grinned, now feeling a wave of hunger flash over you. Wrecker’s eye flicked down to your neck, seeing the newly bruised skin and grinned, kissing your forehead. “I’m guessing Cross won’t need much to eat now, huh?” He joked, and you hadn’t realised his lanky brother had returned to grab more bags, his eyes widening before a blush dusted his ears, not used to Wrecker being the one to successfully tease him.

You laughed alongside Wrecker before going up to Echo and Tech, greeting them both with a soft kiss to their cheeks. Tech’s shoulders relaxed and a small smile came to his face but he tried to hide it as he buried his nose into his datapad, “We grabbed a dinner that will simultaneously be highly nutritious and incredibly beneficial for your pregnancy. And due to Hunter cooking tonight, we will more than likely have plenty of leftovers.”

“Hah! Is that a challenge?!” Wrecker laughed, walking past you three with the rest of the bags towards the kitchen. Echo smiled, shaking his head, “Well, at least we know it’ll be a feast tonight,” he sighed, relieved it wasn’t him, yet again, in charge of your growing family’s meal. Crosshair walked past you three as well, placing a soft kiss on the back of your head before sauntering to your sofa, plopping down and turning on the holofilm. “As long as it isn’t bland,” he huffed.

Tech looked towards his brother, “I find that to be incredibly unlikely, Omega has offered to be the taste tester this time. Also, you will still have traces of our cyare on your tongue, and I believe that would be more than enough to enhance anything you could eat for a while.” The statement left you choking on your saliva at how bold Tech could be when he wanted to, Echo panicking and patting your back with wide eyes at Tech, “Tech, really?!” He scolded, his hand coming up to your flushed cheeks. Crosshair didn’t flinch though, locked in a playful staring contest with his brainy brother, his arm lounging over the back of sofa. “If you’re jealous, Tech, why don’t you have a taste for yourself?” Crosshair teased, eyes glinting in mischief.

You gawked at the sniper, ready to scold him with an obvious blush coating your cheeks before looking over to his brother. Tech’s posture stiffened, his lips pursing in thought, before his eyes met yours, “Perhaps I just might.” Echo couldn’t help but roll his eyes, his arm tightening around your waist, “Or, you could go in and help Wrecker organise the fridge before he stuffs it all in at once.” The ARC trooper said behind clenched teeth, instantly Tech’s eyes widened in surprise, looking towards the kitchen, “You are correct,” he placed his datapad back into the slot on his belt, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Perhaps we shall have to discuss this later.”

Crosshair smirked in victory, turning his attention back to the random holofilm that was on. Echo sighed as he brushed a hair behind your ear, “You had us worried when you disappeared in the market, baar’ur.” He pouted slightly, walking with you towards the kitchen, “Oh, Echo. You know I’d of been alright, I was with Crosshair.” You smiled, giggling at his straight face, “Exactly.” You laughed, holding his hand and placing a kiss on the back of it as you walked.

Another laugh escaped you on your way to say hello to Hunter, seeing Tech pointing to the shelves in the fridge for Wrecker to load, Omega also there to jokingly keep an eye on her massive brother. Echo gave you a gentle kiss to your lips, his hand tapping your lower back gently, “I need to comm Rex, so I’ll be back in a bit, try not to miss me while I’m gone.” He smiled. You pouted slightly, your hands coming up to stroke across his sharp cheek bones, “If you say so, say hi to Rex for me? And that I say hi to the rest of the boys?” You asked with an innocent stare.

The ARC trooper laughed, playfully tapping his forehead against yours, “Of course, Mesh’la.” He called to Hunter about where he was going before walking towards the back door of your home. You slipped into the cooking area, your hands sliding across Tech and Wrecker’s backs affectionately. Reaching Hunter with a smile, your arms circled around the eldest’s waist with a grin as he chuckled, his hand coming to your forearm with a gentle squeeze.

Hunter turned around to look down at you, eyes instantly catching the fresh marks on your neck and your scent finally hit him. He could smell the remnants of your arousal, the sweet aroma had his pupils blowing instantly, eyes flicking once more to see if anyone was looking in your direction. “I see you and Cross didn’t have any trouble coming back home,” he husked.

His thumb came to the bottom of your chin, tilting your head upwards to meet his lips in a hungry exchange. At the back of your throat was a soft hum you knew his ears would be able to pick up on. His tongue danced with yours, his brows furrowing once he could taste the results of your previous orgasm. His hold on your jaw tightened, a chill running up his spine as he desperately tried to lap up any remains of the essence in your mouth before parting for air. “Did you have fun?” He smirked deviously as his tongue seductively licked his lip, his eyes lidded and darker than usual with his pupils taking over the beautiful golden haze.

You ignored the heat pooling between your legs and giggled innocently, a hand coming up to the side of his tattooed face, your thumb tracing his bottom lip, “Maybe~” you grinned. The slam of the fridge door caught the attention of the both of you, hearing the victorious laughs of Wrecker and Omega, followed by the sigh from Tech.

You looked up at your Sergeant, placing a soft kiss to his lips, “Looks like we’ll have to come back to this,” you giggled, his tired expression returning with a slow nod, “I guess so.” His hands traced your hips, pulling you towards him as his lips ghosted your ear, “I can’t let you get away with teasing your Sergeant, little medic.” He growled, nipping at your lobe before spinning you around with a playful swat to your rear, earning a high pitched gasp from you, “Now get out of my kitchen and relax.”

The sun had finally set when you had situated yourself between Wrecker and Tech on the sofa, Omega and Hunter were still preoccupied preparing the final bits of dinner and Echo was still having his briefing with Rex. The moonlight began to dance across the floor in your living room, accentuating the blue hue of the holoshow in front of you all.

Your head leant on Wrecker’s pec, humming now and then from loving the warmth that came from underneath his thin, oversized shirt. With a chuckle, Wrecker’s large and calloused hand came to your shoulder, “Tired, mesh’la?” He asked softly, not wanting to disturb Crosshair and Tech. You looked up at him, smiling softly at his concern, “Just a little bit - but I’ll be fine once it’s chow time.”

The demolitions expert stared down at you with a growing grin, squeezing you closer into his side, “Not surprised! You’re eating and walking around for two, sarad!” He joked, placing a kiss on your forehead as his free arm came to gently trace his knuckles atop your belly.

“The expression, ‘eating for two’, is actually a myth. Your calorie intake will not be divided between yourself and the baby. Although… prepping a meal for Wrecker, the expression seems rather fitting.” Tech interjected, his finger pointing upwards before adjusting his goggles. Wrecker blinked at his brother with a dumbfounded expression, “Really? How’sat work?” He asked, taking no notice of Tech’s joke. Crosshair let out a groan, “Don’t ask Tech questions when this osik is playing on the holo.” He grunted, chin jutting towards the show he apparently started paying attention to. Wrecker laughed at that, interrupting Tech before he could speak. “Hah! Since when did you start paying attention to these shows, Crosshair?”

Tech inhaled once more to give the explanation anyway before Omega skipped into the living room, “Dinner’s ready!” She chirped, running over to the sofa to grab your hand, “Hunter wants (Y/N) to plate her food first, c’mon!” She grinned, tugging your arm up with a laugh. Wrecker grinned, helping you shift off of the cushion, his hands on your waist to stabilise you as you stood, groaning as you straightened your back. “I swear this baby’s getting heavier every day,” you mumbled, Wrecker’s cheeks dusting a soft pink, “Ah, sorry about that, cyar’ika…”

You laughed loudly, hands coming to his cheeks and kissing his adorable pout, “Don’t be silly, Wrecker!” He grinned once more with his lips smooshed between his cheeks, his eyes staring and fluttering up at you with pure love and adoration. Crosshair broke him out of his dreamy haze when he slid next to his larger brother, his face near your knuckles, “Got another one of those kisses for me?” The sniper asked slyly, staring up at you with his signature grin. You smiled, your hand about to cradle his jaw before his face was engulfed by Wrecker’s much larger one, “Back off, Cross! You’ve had plenty!”

Tech stood next to Omega now, his fingers delicately coming to your palm, his little sister trying to contain her laughter as she came to hold your other hand, “Can I get a kiss, (Y/N)? Echo said that I’m getting better with my energy crossbow,” she bargained with a triumphant huff, her free hand coming towards her hip. You chuckled at her playful nature, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. “That’s brilliant! You’ll have to show me later! And who knows Omega? You might even beat my accuracy score.” You challenged her, giving her a playful nudge while pulling the young girl and Tech towards the kitchen as she laughed with confidence, “Oh, it is on!”

Behind the three of you, Wrecker had Crosshair in a playful headlock, shouting about how he needs to give the rest of the squad their time to spend with you today with hisses from the sniper. You walked through the doorframe, gawking at how much food Hunter had managed to prepare, the scents making your mouth water instantly. Tech looked impressed, having to adjust his goggles to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. “The amount of food you have prepared has exceeded any of my previous expectations. Well done, Hunter.” Tech congratulated, his hand on your lower back as you made your way towards your Sergeant.

You circled your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a sweet kiss, “Thank you for making dinner, Hunter - it looks fantastic!” His expression softened as his hands came to your hips, “Well, someone’s gotta make sure you’re eating good - all of you.” He hummed, distracted with staring into your beautiful glowing eyes.

You’d grabbed your plate, waiting for Omega to grab hers as you followed her to the table, sitting next to her in the middle of the modified dining table. When you announced your pregnancy, Wrecker had been sneaking off with the locals with tools and lumber, and within a few weeks he returned with a wonderfully long and expertly crafted dining surface. You remember Wrecker’s sweet blush when he gifted it to the squad, “I just thought that… what with our cyar’ika… a-and our, uhm, growing family… we might need a bigger table… so I asked Shep and the others for a hand…”

Hunter had a soft smile on his features at the interaction before his nose twitched, eyes flicking over to Crosshair with a focused stare. Crosshair had begun to eat his meal, smirking to himself once he noticed his Sergeant go stiff.

Once Echo had taken his seat, you all had began conversing at alternating volumes, giving Crosshair his chance to mutter under his breath, knowing Hunter’s enhanced ears would be able to pick it up. “Something the matter, Sergeant?”

Hunter’s eyes studied Crosshair in detail now, noticing what the other’s had earlier on when he wasn’t in the room, except they didn’t have to endure the heavenly scent of your arousal, especially when it was coming from his brother’s pocket. His eyes caught the lace trim, pupils blowing up once more with clenched fists, painfully swallowing down his food and attempting to appear neutral. “You tell me, Crosshair.”

He knew his vod was trying to rile him up like he always does, but he couldn’t help the painful strain that formed beneath his trousers. The sniper turned to him with a vexing grin, “Cyar‘ika and I were just reminiscing on the old days, you should’ve seen it.” He goaded, “I don’t remember her ever sounding like that… it really was a spectacle, vod. She tasted delicious. Almost as good as the dinner, Hunter.”

Hunter should’ve scoffed at the compliment but his head was completely fogging up against his better judgement. He could usually snap out of it and remain strict with himself, but in the recent months of seeing you with your swollen breasts and growing belly, there’s very little he could do to keep himself in check. Your slight hobble whenever you’d get out of bed, the way your body curved always had him looking away, knowing that anytime his eyes landed on you it was a battle against his instincts. The one thing he couldn’t avoid was your scent. It was sweeter than before, and with you remaining indoors a lot more than them, the whole house held your aroma - you smelt like home.

With having his squad here, sat around a table and having dinner, you carrying a babe, like a family should - it was too much to bear for his heart. But with Crosshair provoking him every time he had you alone, his mind could only go places he wished he could control.

Perhaps he’ll just have to jog yours and his brother’s memory about how he could truly put his skills to good use…

A/N: oh my god this was a lot longer than what I was thinking. Sorry if anything felt a bit too long, but I hope you enjoyed! 🫶🥰

[skellymom]

"WORDLESS"

THE BAD BATCH ECHO x NON GENDERED READER FAN FIC

A brilliant revolutionary is rendered handicapped and loses hope. Echo steps in to help them restore their life...and finds love.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Angst, pain, crying, injury, handicapped characters dealing with their condition, kissing and sweetness. I researched Aphasia some, but PLEASE do not come for me. I am not claiming to be an expert. And, I did my very best to be respectful of portraying this medical disorder. My aim was to portray a healthy and devoted relationship with two people who have a physical and mental disability.

No smut (However, all you Echo Lovers who would like a SEPARATE smutty story with these two, PLEASE MESSAGE ME!)

(Divider credit: @hereindreamlandpng @sister-lucifer, Pinterest pic credit: will)

Listen as you read: "Don't Forsake Me" by Ofra Haza

Lyrics:

Don't cast me away When I start to fade When my mind's unmade Don't forsake me When my strength has ebbed Don't forsake me

I know the day will come I know the day will come And all my life will be haze and spark Don't ever leave me in the dark

Don't cast me away When I start to fade When my mind's unmade Don't forsake me When my strength has ebbed Don't forsake me Oh, Oh, Oh Don't cast me away

Tech adjusted his goggles while reading the holopad.  “Your name is becoming very visible throughout the galaxy. I believe the Outer Rim is NOW referring to you as ‘The Bearer of Emancipation’” 

“Kinda cool...but kinda dangerous, eh?”  Wrecker mused. 

“PROMISED Omega we’d ALL come home safe” Hunter added “And NOT bring the Empire hot on our heels to Pabu.” 

I smiled widely feeling EXTRA confident in my abilities promoting clone rights and an overall galaxy wide rebellion post Order 66. "No worries, boys. We're making wonderful headway!" 

It all started out for me as a destitute desert rat the Batch picked up while on their travels. They occasionally helped Rex with his Clone Rebellion.  The “Sassy Jokester” or the “Brilliant Orator” the boys called me.  I really had no skills that would cause them to keep me around.  Not as a medic, mechanic, cook, or anything else for that matter.  Just someone with a quick wit and courageous mouth.  They said my words gave them hope and a reason to feel like actual human beings.  And the laughs...all the laughs too. 

Then, on a mission for Rex, I met ECHO.   

In one afternoon, he wooed me with his rebellious passion for freedom and a safer galaxy.  He commed Senator Chuchi, who I had NEVER heard of.  We spoke and I was hooked. 

From that point on I became a REVOLUTIONARY! 

I traveled to so many worlds with so many different squads.  Deviating which clones would protect me while meeting the galaxy’s citizens.  Changing hearts and minds for The Rebellion. 

We had managed to largely avoid any snags with the Empire...or its cult of followers. 

So far. 

ENVOY____, ENVOY _____!!!  A young girl no older than 6 years old appeared, jumping up and down excitedly. 

She was genuinely thrilled to meet me.  Holding a festively colored box in her hands. 

I broke ranks with the boys and approached her. 

“Envoy...I... wouldn’t do that.”  Hunter warned. 

Scoffing at Hunter’s alarm, I continued to approach.  This planet was safe, and we experienced no issues with the people here... 

Her face lit up as I approached.  She held out the box to me “One of your fans told me to give this to you.” 

Crosshair’s agitated voice squawked over Hunter’s comm behind me.  He did NOT sound like his usual calm self while keeping the sniper’s view of our group... 

Her innocent face.  The face of Hope...of a peaceful future. 

Before I could take the box from her hands, it was shot to the ground from above.   

A second later Hunter grabbed the little girl, flipping and jumping away... 

The last thing I saw was Wrecker’s armor around me with the blinding light of an explosion behind him... 

Then...fade to black... 

I awoke in a rudimentary med ward, on an elevated hover stretcher with a rickety stainless-steel table next to it.  On it lay a water canteen and an empty bedpan.   

There’s a quiet yawn, turning to see Hunter seated next to me.  He had just awakened too. 

He said something.  I could hear him...but his words made no sense.  Hunter babbled in a language I barely understood.  I could read his facial expressions though: relief, love...then changing to doubt and concern the more he spoke. 

He spoke into his comm. 

My tensions began to rise... 

Minutes later Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair warily, but relieved filed into the room as Hunter commed someone else. 

Tech approached and began talking to me.  He spoke what seemed volumes before I could discern the occasional word.   

Why was this so difficult?  Why did I feel like they were speaking an alien language? 

I opened my mouth to Tech, thinking he would be able to understand... 

...and a guttural sound fell from my mouth.  I tried again and again.  Same thing. 

I felt the tears on my cheeks.  Hunter gently wiped them away, rubbing circles on my shoulder with his other hand. 

Becoming more hysterical with every attempt to speak... 

Crosshair motioned from across the room with the air he reserved for making snide, but hilarious comments to lighten the mood.  He was not a cuddler like Hunter. 

His sinuous voice pulled the curtain back from my lack of understanding.  Where I would normally laugh, I could only mumble unintelligibly. 

Then he doubled down, clearly now NOT paying attention to Tech’s facts, nor Hunter growling at him “Crosshair, this is NOT the time or place!” 

Wrecker, standing next to Cross, trying to silence his brother to no avail...highly aware of my stress and anxiety... 

Then...Crosshair’s voice cuts through my mental haze like a knife through flesh...wounding... 

“Are you DEAF and DUMB???” 

I SNAPPED! 

He ducks just fast enough to not be struck by the stainless-steel bedpan as it hits the wall.  There’s fear in HIS eyes and immense guilt as I SCREAM at him...in an unhinged way.  I sound like an angry animal. 

Wrecker slides over and presses himself into a corner.  Trying to make himself smaller.  He DOESN’T know what to do. 

My screams of rage ramp down to a mournful howl because I AM SCARING HIM. 

“HE DIDN’T MEAN IT!”  Hunter grabs both of my arms.  His expression compassionate and... perhaps too forgiving... 

My anger FLARES as he attempts to lessen the blow of his brother's horrible choice of words.   

ALWAYS defending him!  

WHY can’t Crosshair be more empathetic?   

WHY must Hunter step in for this GROWN man? 

He suddenly realizes his mistake the second I slam my hands into his chest, pushing him away... 

...too strong for me to hurt him... 

But his FEELINGS are torn to shreds...and it shows. 

Tech is attempting to talk AT ME thinking perhaps his LOGIC would prevail in an otherwise VERY EMOTIONALLY charged situation. 

“...a TRAUMATIC brain injury...Aphasia...you can vocalize, however are currently unable to form words.”   

Then he sets his datapad onto my lap. 

“Perhaps...TYPE the message you wish us to comprehend?” 

I inhale SHARPLY.  The keys on the touchscreen resembled an angular string of symbols...and were totally unrecognizable to me. 

These SYMBOLS should MEAN SOMETHING! 

Tech was so sure of my abilities... 

A panic attack grips me.  I let out a crestfallen moan, shaking my head.  No longer even paying attention to the men in the room.   

I want to escape.  To outrun the situation. I MUST GET OUT OF HERE!!! 

Sliding from the stretcher and totally mistakin that my legs would support me post medical coma... 

And falling HEAVILY to the med unit floor, taking the stainless-steel table with it.  The water in the canteen spills all over me and the floor as I fall stomach down with a SLAP! 

IMMEDIATELY, hands on me...trying to lift... 

But my RAGE flares AGAIN! 

Punching and slapping at the well-meaning men...I FORCE them to retreat... 

So that I may lay upon the floor and keep screaming until I'm hoarse. 

Finally, silence, I inhale sharply...and exhale raggedly.  The room is silent enough to hear a pin drop. 

And the familiar thudding of boots entering the room... 

Metal boots. 

They appear in my line of vision. 

A soft but gruff voice speaks “Now...what’s this?” as he kneels. 

Then pulls me wet and bruised off the floor and into his arms.  I hug his neck.  Then try to speak.  Nothing but noise comes out. 

He strokes my hair “I won’t lie.  It’s going to be a HUGE adjustment.” 

I look up into those amber eyes as I feel his cold metal scomp on my back.   

“Up you go.” As Echo lifts and places me back onto the hover stretcher.  Hunter carefully sets a clean gown next to me as Tech hurriedly rights the table and wipes up the water. 

Crosshair stands slumped with a defeated expression.  Wrecker pokes him in the back HARD. 

He straightens up.  “I... shouldn’t have said that.”  Crosshair’s eyes meet yours.  “I’m sorry.” 

I nod.  Forgiving him while wiping my face. 

Hunter squeezes my shoulder “We’ll let you have some space.” Then ushers his brothers out of the room. 

Echo stays behind and helps me change into the dry hospital gown.  He can tell from my expression I am extremely grateful for his support. 

“I ALMOST just missed seeing you awake.” 

My eyes shot up to him in surprise. 

“Heh...been visiting you the past few weeks since the accident.  Of course, you’ve been out and didn’t know it.  You know...in-between missions...” 

He’s rubbing the back of his neck in the awkward way he does when slightly embarrassed. 

My eyes soften. 

He smiles.   

“My ship had JUST left...then Hunter commed me...” 

He steps closer tentatively and takes my hand. 

“From the tone of his voice...thought I...uh...WE had LOST you...” He looks so PAINED by the thought. 

I couldn’t hold back...he’s been such an ally.  But he’s more than that to me.  Someone very precious.  I LOVE ALL the clones... 

But Echo has a VERY special place in my heart. 

Pulling him close and embracing him, I sigh. 

“I don’t know WHAT I’d do if I lost you.” He whispers in my ear. 

I caress his cheek, then pull back from our embrace to gently kiss his lips. 

He inhales sharply. 

I know this is the FIRST kiss he has EVER experienced in his life.  Then I place his hand against my heart, trying to communicate my feelings for him.  

He understands completely. 

“Will you come with me?  I... mean AFTER you’re taken care of medically.  Just...can’t leave you again.” 

I’m elated...but uncertain about the future.  How can I continue my work?  It would be IMPOSSIBLE to advocate if I cannot speak... 

“You’ll find your voice.  We’ll figure SOMETHING out.  You’re not done.” 

I moan quietly and shake my head. 

Then I think of what he’s been through.  Now standing here, having picked me up off the floor with one arm, traveling through the galaxy fighting for peace, then coming back time and again to my bedside...a man missing most of his body, whose mind had been tormented for so long... 

In his eyes I see HOPE. 

If Echo can do it, so can I. 

Pabu is a beautiful place to recover.  The sunlight, perfect weather...and the people are so attentive and caring.  I sit on the beach and watch the waves roll in. My clone family has been nothing but wonderful and supportive.

But I can’t stay here forever.  There’s work to do.  Especially if I want EVERYONE in the universe to be able to have a safe home and their freedom. 

I still cannot speak.  According to Tech I may NEVER regain my verbalization.  But he was delighted that I was lucky enough to understand the spoken word.  Not everyone with this injury can. 

“See you made it down here by yourself today.” Echo’s pride shows as he approaches.  He’d usually lead me down the rocky steps to the sand.   

He’s dressed only in his deep red bodysuit bottoms.  Confidently showing off his prosthetics and mechanics.  Something he would have NEVER done before we met.  His skin is beginning to lose that ghostly pallor. 

I give him an “of course” expression and he smiles.  He knows I’ve been pushing myself hard.  We won’t leave Pabu until I’m cleared medically by Tech. Physical therapy works wonders with mobility.  Then there’s the lessons... 

“Here’s your teacher now.” 

Omega sprints across the beach towards us.  She’s wearing a rainbow tie dye swimsuit.  Something her and Lyana made one happy Pabu summer day. 

“Are you ready?” She’s excited and hopeful.   

They both join me on the blanket. 

“Ok, recap.  Show me what we worked on yesterday.” Omega slips into tutor mode. 

I roll my eyes and sign in Standard Basic The quick silver Vulptice jumps over the lazy Lurca. 

“PERFECT!” Omega claps her hands ecstatically. 

I want something FUN!  When will I learn swear words? 

Omega laughs into her hands and blushes. 

“That’s MY department.” Echo embraces me, pulling my back to his chest.  Then leans into my ear whispering something and gestures with his scomp and hand...a very interesting swear word indeed! 

Omega explodes into even wilder laughter and falls backward onto the sand. 

“What’s SO FUNNY” Hunter asks as he approaches. 

Nothing I sign, but giggle. 

He glances at Echo and I, then winks with a mischievous grin. 

Wrecker sets down a huge cooler of food and drinks, then takes Shep’s hand as they make a beeline for the water in their matching swim trunks.   

Batcher tears past and Omega runs after her. 

Tech and Phee approach.  She holds aloft a beautiful bottle of deep amber alcohol “Hondo sends his FINEST rum.  It’s been sold out since the Empire put an alcohol prohibition on their stormtroopers.  He held this baby back just for US!” 

Tech spreads another big blanket onto the sand as Phee hands the rum to Hunter.  Then she removes her gauzy sarong to reveal a beautifully beaded and woven earth toned bikini.  Tech is captivated by this.  Standing there smiling in his plain beige and heavily pocketed cargo shorts. 

Then he scoops her up lovingly over his shoulder and walks calmly into the ocean.  She squeals playfully. 

Crosshair opens a HUGE beach umbrella and sinks it into the sand, parking himself under it on the blanket next to Hunter. He’s dressed in a black full body wetsuit covering his tall sleek frame, black sunglasses, with his signature toothpick.  Cross had since grown out his hair only on the top.  His frosty silver locks falling lushly to a side part and long bangs mysteriously covering one eye.  Contrasted with Hunter only dressed in a pair of skimpy distressed jean cutoff shorts.  The light acid washed denim emphasizing his dark skin and toned body, deep crimson bandana, and jet-black curls resting past his broad shoulders. 

Hunter cracks open the rum, pours two glasses and hands one to Crosshair. 

The Bachelor Thirst Traps of Pabu. I sign to Echo.  The women...and men should be showing up ANY minute now... 

Hunter nods, offering us some rum. 

“We’ll pass for now.”  Echo nods back, eyeing more beachgoers descending the stairs at the top of the cliff.  “Looks like your fans are here.” he chuckles. 

Hunter stops and sighs “Can’t get a moment of PEACE.” 

Crosshair snorts. “When you prance down the streets wearing THAT, what do you expect?   

“They’re lucky I even wear ANYTHING to the beach.” Hunter grouses. 

They’d feel pretty LUCKY if you DIDN’T!  I sign.  

Echo snorts.  Crosshair throws his head back and cackles. 

Hunter smirks “You’re Basic Sign is getting much better.” 

Thanks, Sergeant 

“Keep an eye on this for me.”  Echo pulls off his scomp and tosses it to Cross. 

Cross catches and salutes Echo with it, drink in hand. 

Echo and I get up from the blanket and head over to our secluded spot at the lagoon.  He holds my hand keeping vigilant should I trip on the sand.  My legs are still a bit weak. 

We sit on a smooth flat boulder next to a shallow pool of sparkling turquoise ocean water.  No waves or currents, just a calm oasis with rocks surrounding it allowing for privacy. 

I slide in first, floating and buoyant waiting for Echo. 

He carefully pulls off both leg prosthetics, leaving them on the boulder, then inches over the edge.  I hold out my hands, carefully grasp his hips to help guide him into the water as he lowers himself down with one arm. 

There is no embarrassment, nor judgement.  We accept help from one another, welcome physical touch, and our loving devotion to one another. 

He slides into my arms and encircles me with his, then sighs... 

“I could ALMOST see us staying here...indefinitely.” 

Almost I sign.  But...that ITCH...an urgency to be a part of something... I trail off 

“Bigger” he finishes my sentence.  “Maybe even something we’ll both NEVER see.” Brief melancholy spreads across his face. 

I feel it too.  The pull from both worlds. 

We have THIS...at least for right NOW.  I sign. 

“You’re right.”  He agrees, hope returning to his face.  “Let’s make the most of it.”   

He pulls me closer to him and we make the VERY MOST of this day...and each one after that... 

[moodymisty]

Hiya! Could you possibly write headcanons with Crosshair,Hunter,Echo,Wrecker and Tech with a GN!S/O that suddenly faints one day out of nowhere?The reason for their collapse can be up to you. 💖

Author's note: Hello there! I decided to keep the reasoning relatively vague just for ease of reading, so I hope you still enjoy :3

Relationships: Crosshair/Gn!Reader, Hunter/Gn!Reader, Tech/Gn!Reader, Wrecker/Gn!Reader, Echo/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None really

✦ Tech ✦

Tech has noticed over the time that you've known him that you have a tendency to get lightheaded- be it from missing a meal or from any other reason he doesn't know.

It still catches him off guard however when one day while working on the ship you suddenly faint right over, Tech sending his tools clattering to the ground as he quickly moves to catch you.

Thankfully his strength helps him as he snatches you by the waist.

He sits you down on the ground and while he's worried, of course, Tech is able to compartmentalize and make sure to actually help you instead of just worrying.

When you soon after get up and ask him what happened and why he looks like he saw a ghost, he tells you that you fell right over, but thankfully he caught you before you ended up hitting your head.

'Do you feel disoriented still at all? Please don't lie, I'm rather worried.'

Tech keeps a close eye on you but is also soothing his mind by doing some research, as to make sure he'll be much more prepared that he was now in the future. Just in case.

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter is a giant armored mass of stress.

He wasn't actually in your presence when you'd fainted, but he did end up getting a comm saying you had fallen, and he swears there hasn't been a time he raced back to the Marauder so fast.

By the time he got there you were already awake, sitting in the co-pilot's seat and shaking your head as you try to get your bearings.

You have a drink in your hand and you smile up at him, but he can hear your breathing and heart rate still sound a little bit off for his liking. He insists that you lay down and at least take it easy, at minimum.

When you do, as if isn't really an option judging by his very stern 'superiority' voice, he hovers around constantly making sure you're still ok.

His ears keep on pricking to your heartbeat, and if he hears it even slightly off, he makes sure to take a glance in your direction.

When you try and get him to bugger off, Hunter refuses.

'You scared the hell outta me; I'm not gonna just quit it.'

He inquires to Tech about it but doesn't really end up with anything conclusive, so he very hesitantly decides it was just a fluke.

Needless to say he continues to hover and fuss over you the rest of the day, even going so far as to break his own rule of sleeping in separate bunks in order to keep close. He tries to keep a bit of decorum even though the Batch all obviously know the two of you are close, but he'll let it slide this time.

✦ Wrecker ✦

You often times joke around with Wrecker, so when you'd fainted for a split second he'd thought you were pulling a joke; And he easily caught you as you fell into him.

Very quickly however he realized you passed right out and quickly picks you up and takes you to the first person he had in mind; Which of course was Tech.

You're beginning to wake up just as Tech begins to look you over much to Wrecker's relief, and he doesn't have to fill you in on much.

'Phew, I'm just glad you're ok. You really scared me for a second there.'

He does however instantly begin bugging Tech about it much to his dismay, even if you try and insist Wrecker he quit it.

You know what caused it and make sure to fill him in, even if just so to save Tech from being lambasted.

He's just as fussy as Hunter would be, so you have trouble getting a worried Wrecker off of your back for the rest of the day, despite reassuring him many, many times that you're fine.

In the future Wrecker always keeps a keen eye on you if you ever look a little more sluggish than usual, cautious to never have a repeat of that again.

He'd first and foremost never want you to faint like that again, but if you do, he wants to be there to catch you.

✦ Crosshair ✦

You actually end up fainting onto Crosshair, during a post mission sit down.

He was cleaning his rifle and you were munching on some spare rations as a snack, when you'd suddenly flopped right onto his shoulder. He gently tried to push you off, joking in his usual snarky way that you were suffocating him, until he noticed you were out cold.

Making sure you don't fall over he quickly tries to wake you up, even going so far as to asking one of his brothers for help.

But when you wake up you're now laying on his bunk, rubbing your forehead and moving to get up. Crosshair quickly pounces, watching you and making sure you don't pull a 'dumb move' and try to get up right away.

'What the kriff was that? You freaked us all out.'

You explain that it isn't the first time you've fainted like that, and probably won't be the last; As you were honestly surprised it had taken this long to happen.

Crosshair's nose wrinkles as he snips at you for not warning them sooner, though it's obvious it was because he was worried, than any of his brothers.

✦ Echo ✦

Echo remembers vaguely of a time when one of his 501st brothers had passed out before, but anything learned from that instance is almost instantly out the window when you end up fainting.

When you wake up, he gets up from where he was sitting on a supply crate right beside you, he must've moved it closer to have a place to sit and wait, and begins asking questions.

'Hey, hey? You good? You weren't lookin' too good then you fell over... You sure you're alright?'

Echo doesn't worry too much, as he tries to remain level headed while you get your bearings back. Not much good happens where you're panicking, he thinks.

He is the first one to suggest that maybe you go see the medic, just to make sure there isn't anything going on.

No matter if you do or not Echo is right there, keeping a careful eye on you.

'Just don't go scaring me like that again. I've had enough heart racer moments like that for a few lifetimes.'

[oceansssblue]

~ [MAGICAL CREATURES SERIES] – THE BAD BATCH AU (N3)

"LIKE YOUR SHINE" — ECHO/FAIRY!OFC

FAIRIES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN NATURALLY ATTRACTED TO SPARKLING PRETTY THINGS; JEWELRY, THE REFLECTION OF THE SUN IN THE WATER, THE DELICATE WINGS OF BUTTERFLIES AND FIREFLIES... WHEN A PECULIAR GROUP OF SOLDIERS WANDER THROUGH THEIR FOREST, BLUEBELL FINDS A NEW SHINE THAT CATCHES HER EYE.

WARNINGS: Echo's insecurities and a brief pannick attack unintentionally caused by a colony of fairies that don't really know how to properly interact with humans, so they may be a little invasive. The Batch gets captured and drugged. Otherwhise it's just fluffy and cute and shy. 💖

Her voice is a sweet, melodious hum in the otherwhise quietness of Arcan's forest. Her pale pink iridiscent wings flutter in a low buzz as Bluebell makes her way through the tall trees; a gentle smile in her face whenever she encounters a smaller creature and curiously sticks her button nose right against them. Some answer in a surprised screech, inmediately going into hiding; others blink owlishly back at her, equally curious at the beautiful fairy. Some even invite her to play.

Bluebell grins and loses herself in the beauty of the forest; finding joy in the simplest things. Her friend, Marygold, tags along a few steps behind her; a grumpier expresion on her small rounded face. Bluebell knows to give her some space by now; Marygold is not a morning person –which is somewhat unusual for a fairy–. Her friend will slowly get used to life in a few more minutes and then Bluebell will be able to chat.

Her bubble gum pink eyes flicker around the forest distractedly; coming to a stop on a distant flower that reflects the warm sunlight almost like water. Bluebell flies towards it, zooming in curiously. It's a Whiteglass flower. They are some of the fairy's favorite; the small cristal petals mirrowing it's surroundings perfectly. She hums in delight and carefully traces the pad of her finger over one of the delicate petals.

"That's a pretty one" Marygold admits from behind her, having finally catched up to her friend.

Bluebell nods, turning around to face her no-longer irritated friend. No matter how different their personalities are, that's something all fairies have in common; their love for sparkling things. It's in their almost child-like nature; their innocent wonder. Fairies are peculiar creatures.

"Want to search for more before we return to the colony?" She offers, and Marygold accepts with a single nod.

For all her friend is always a bit reluctant to follow her on her morning adventures, staying at home would have been infinitely worse. It's not that fairies are obnoxiously loud; but they're certainly restless, chirpy beings, and Marygold likes her peaceful silence. At least until breakfast is served; she hates when people try to gossip with her before that. Bluebell, on the other side, is a social butterfly. She's somewhat shy, often prefering to remain quietly listening than to actively participate in a conversation; but she's happy to be around others, smiling and nodding at this story or another. For all of this and more, Bluebell is effortlessly popular among their own. Marygold has the atention of the one single male fairy she actually enjoys talking with; and that is more than enough.

They travel together, this time; flying in little twirls around each other and having their fun. All fairies dress in different shades of green, not wanting to disturb the forest's creatures and magic with too many vibrants colours –and it was also easier to camuflage–; while their wings and marks varied. Marygold's wings are a pale yellow, the small lines that climb up her wrists and undereyes golden. Bluebell's are a soft pink –her eyes only a few tones darker–. Instead of the straight marks her friend bears in her face –tracing a half halo on each cheek–, Bluebell has two tiny horizontal ones on the bridge of her nose; and an arch of small pink dots that traces the lower contour of her eyes. The marks on her legs and shoulders, instead of the geometric pattern of Marygold, hug her thin muscles in delicate waves and twirls. It compliments their personalities well.

They investigate Arcan's forest for a while; finding two more Whiteglass flowers and carefully tucking them into the safety of the pocket of their belts. They would be added to the their private collection upon returning home.

Bluebell and Marygold then spend the next couple of minutes distractedly following a firefly around; called in by the delicate transparency and the subtle iridiscent shine of its wings. It is in this little last trip when a new shine catches Bluebell's attention; the fairy's wings fluttering quickly while she hovers in place, scanning eyes trying to track the origin of the reflection.

Marygold, unaware of her reason to stop, frowns in confusion and slight irritation. By now, the firefly they were chasing has already managed to escape.

"What?" She grumbles, stopping besides her friend, squinting eyes at the forest in front of them. "What are we looking at?"

Bluebell's quiet, avid scan is finally rewarded; her pink eyes widening at the sight of a strange group of intruders wandering through the trees. She grabs Marygold's wrist and quickly tugs her forward.

"Look! I think they're humans!" She whispers in surprise, and even Marygold is shocked enough to let herself be dragged closer towards them without protesting a bit. "One... Two... Three, four, five! Five male humans!"

Marygold frowns, distrust filling her voice.

"I can see that" she deadpoints, her humour always dry. "What do you think they're doing in Arcan?"

Bluebell hums while she keeps moving, Marygold tagging behind her, cautiously following the group of men through the forest. They are quite different to each other, and yet act with so much natural familiarity; Bluebell guesses they must be their own little colony.

She can still see some similarities between them. They all have sharp features; strong jaws, strong noses, strong cheekbones and brows. The human with the round shapes over his eyes has poutier lips; the one with the mark around his right eye a colder stare and a thiner shape. The one with the red accesory in his hair is slightly shorter than the rest, half of his face painted in black while the other half remains untouched; and one of them towers over the rest, undoubtably stronger and bigger. The last of the bunch is the one Bluebell inevitably focuses on more, though; the man is practically a treat for any fairy, the metal covering up and down his body glinting beautifully under the sunlight.

Bluebell's wings flash a pink neon hue –an involuntary physical reaction–.

"I don't know" she whispers back to her friend, studying the humans curiously.

They have some sort of weapons, that far she can tell; and no matter how unbothered they look talking with each other and how much Bluebell longs to get closer to that strange, new shine, the fairy knows what's the sensible thing to do.

"We should go back and warn the rest of the colony" she suggests, finally snapping out of her thrance to focus on reality. Marygold nods in agreement, understanding passing between the two friends "Until we do".

Bluebell shoots the strangers one last lingering glance and the two fairies put their wings to the test.

The general consensus is that they shouldn't trust the intruders until they find out the reason for their visit to Arcan; and seing as they seem to be soldiers of some kind, bearing weapons, and therefore dangerous, the colony decides to set them into a trap. They have been living in the same forest generation after generation –they know every tree, every slope, every change of curse of the river–; so it's not a difficult task.

When the five humans are inmovilised, caught by surprise, the fairies don't waste time subduing them; leaving their hidings and quickly restraining them further in groups of ten or twelve per one. The men try to resist, snarling and using their strength, trying to get hold of their weapons; but the fairies are quick, and soon they're all but forcing their jaws open and pouring compliance nectar down their throat.

There are only two of them left to neutralise when the human with the cristals over his eyes stops them from pushing the nectar into his fellow friend; speaking up in a rushed panic that almost sounds like their mother tongue.

Someone holds a fist up, and the fairies over both humans reluctantly stop; shooting the reason of their interruption a wary, curious look.

"Please spear him!" The man of the hour speaks in a weird, yet understandable accent, his voice urgent and pleading. "While this substance won't cause us any major side efects, his body is different than ours. We can not be sure of how his inorganic liver will filter this nectar".

The colony stares at him in surprise –they hadn't think they would be able to communicate with each other this easy, if not, their approach might have been different–; somewhat understanding but still hesitant to leave one of the soldiers capacitated. They don't know to which extent this humans are dangerous or what their abbilities are. They don't know much about humans to start with.

The man with the faint yellow cristals notices this; and insists with urgency.

"He could die".

The fairies look at each other; and a chain of accepting nods is spread around.

"We will not feed him with the nectar, then, but he will have to give us his metal voluntarily" a male fairy answers, voice firm and clear, taking the lead, and the human nods in relief.

The man with the cristals is then forced to swallow the sweet substance too; soon following his fellow humans to a deep slumber. Only one of them remains awake; and the colony springs back to life, jumping into the loot with excited whispers and smiles. Everyone takes a piece of shining metal; some minor discusions happening in between.

Bluebell tilts her head, thinking on the human's words; observing the friend he had tried to protect, the one he claimed different, with quiet curiosity. He is incredibly tense while the fairies around him divest him of his protection; though it's nothing compared to how he reacts when a minute later two of them try to take the ones of his legs. He makes a panicked sound and hisses dangerously, feet kicking wildly around, trying to push them away. The colony doesn't like that; and they snarl back at his pale face, more fairies coming to help and further restraining him.

Eager hands travel through the man's legs, trying to find the places where they can take the lower protections apart; and Bluebell observes how the human's breathing speeds up, his wide eyes flicker around in pannick, his body trembles. It's not a normal reaction –they had already taken his upper body plates and he had remained mostly calm, after all–; and the young fairy ponders if there's something else to it, if this is one of the things that make this human different than the rest. The man with the yellow cristals had mentioned a "inorganic liver" –whatever that meant–; but what if there was something going on with his legs as well?

The human is whimpering, scared, and Bluebell takes a decision and flies forward, stopping the colony. They look at her in irritation; but she makes her point, expresing her worry of his legs being part of this specific human's alterations, of the man potentially feeling like they are trying to quite literally tear him appart.

The fairies take a minute to study the differences between the way the lower legs of the soldiers look; and reluctantly accept to leave this humans legs as they are. Bluebell breathes a tiny sigh of relief and carefully moves forward to kneel in front of the anxious man; heart speeding inside her chest while she tries to show him a warm, encouraging –yet hesitant– smile.

Echo is having a hard time trying to filter out the noises around him and keeping his panic attack under control without his headset on –now laying in the carefull hands of a female with yellow wings and golden face marks–. He had first being relieved at Tech's intervention, knowing he wouldn't be drugged and knocked unconscious, that he would be able to keep an eye on everyone and their captors; now, though, after the creatures had tried to take his prothesis off, at the threat of being left completely indefense, unable to move and protect himself, he wonders if it would have been better to sleep it off.

Echo tries not to think on Skako, on Tambor, on Anaxes; on the little snips he remembers of that nightmare and how they forced changes in his body he had never asked for. It's difficult; with the winged-humanoids carelessly tugging his armour apart, speaking amongst themselves with hushed whispers and proud smiles.

He's on the verge of screaming –or passing out– when a female arcanan zooms towards them; seizing a wrist and speaking to the rest of the creatures with a candid, firm voice. And then, miraculously, they stop all together.

Echo blinks, still panting, breaking through his panic attack; incredibly relieved now that the humanoids have collectively taken a step back and left him alone, now just in his blacks. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, focuses on finding strength and serenity; he works to ignore the jumble of strange words and sounds his brain is receiving, counts the beats of his speeding heart in silence. Only when he feels carefull fingertips grazing his right cheek, he flinches and opens his eyes.

She's so close to him that Echo has no other option than to look at her; to fall into the magic of her uniqueness and differences. Echo's amber eyes travel through the small pastel pink dots over her cheekbones; curving and following the shape of her eyes. He focuses on the two tiny face marks across the bridge of her nose; takes notice of how innocent and delicate the shape and soft features of her face makes her look like. His eyes make a small path on the clothes she is wearing –an arrangement of big tree leaves that Echo isn't sure how they're holding up together–; and inevitably study the mistery of her wings. They are pink too, though a much deeper colour than the marks on her face; iridiscent, the tone fading the closer it gets to her torso. The veins across them look almost golden.

Echo finishes with his study, amber eyes finally locking with her unusual, bubble gum pink ones; and finds the female humanoid shooting him a tender, hesitant smile. She speaks up –not at him, but at her company–; and the rest of the creatures around Echo step further away, choosing to turn elsewhere and ignore him for now.

The female –Echo guesses he would call her Pink for now–, still kneeling in front of him, cautiously –Echo wonders if she is afraid of them too– grabs his left hand; gently directing it down so that Echo's palm ends up resting on his metal thigh. She smiles and nods softly, giving an affectionate little tap on top of his hand; and Echo suddenly understands. Pink is trying to help him relax, to tell him that they're not going to press on further. That his legs are still there and they're not going to do anything else.

The winged girl stands up, choosing to give him some space as well; and Echo is left to watch how the –clan? Colony? Tribe?– of arcanans spring to action, initiating their way back to what Echo supposes is their home with their unconscious brothers dragged along and their beloved armours spread around like a proud price on the creatures hands. Echo has no other option than to follow.

In the early hours of the afternoon, the Batch starts waking up. Echo watches the relief that flickers through their faces upon finding themselves in one piece, tied up but unwounded; just without armour. He gives them a small sum up of what had happened while they were unconscious and the conclusions and hipothesis he has reached by observing their captors. The winged humanoids don't seem to have a lider per se, but take decisions in general, listening to everyone; and live in a pretty rudimentary way, their homes built up in the trees with basic structures. They don't look to be particularly strong or agressive; though they're surprisingly fast and agile, which is probably the reason why they had managed to capture them.

A male arcanan tries to talk with Tech, asuming he is able to understand him; and finally, after a bunch of mimics and frustrated sighs and muttering –on both parts–, the creature realises he needs his helmet for that and thankfully brings it to him. Tech then explains their reason to be in Arcan; an accident in need of repairs, nothing more, nothing less. Still, they're a bit warry about freeing them, not wanting to face any retaliation. Tech insists that there's no need for mutual hostility and that they'll be gone as soon as they repair their ship. At this, the humanoids finally give in and releases them, even offering to share some food in a peace gesture. They decline politely –just precaution, as they still have rations on the Marauder–, and part ways.

The next couple of hours the Batch is invested on getting the Marauder back to work. Well, at least Tech and Echo are, as Crosshair hadn't bothered to offer his help and Tech had shooed Hunter and Wrecker away after an almost mechanical disaster. The arcanans leave them to their own, happy to not prolongue unnecessary contact with the strangers. All but one.

"We're being watched" Hunter notices first, shoulders tensing.

His eyes flicker around, carefully scaning the forest around the Marauder. Crosshair hums quietly and mimicks him.

Tech replies unphased, tinkering with a panel on the side of the ship.

"Well, it is expected. We are invading their home, after all. I am positive it is just precaution".

Hunter doesn't look particularly alarmed, but he still doesn't like it. It's an uncomfortable feeling, knowing there's eyes on them. That they are being spied.

"How many?" He asks, knowing that his brother would have caught sight of the humanoid with his developed sight by now.

"Just one" the sniper smirks. "We could take her down".

Hunter shoots hom a warning glance.

"Let's keep things simple. Just keep an eye on her for now" he orders, and then they all fall back into a no longer peacefull –but expectant– silence.

Minutes pass by; and eventually, the spy abandons her spot, coming out of her hiding with nervous fidgeting but curious eyes, hovering just in the limits of the forest glade.

"Oh" Echo realises out loud. "She's the one that stopped them from taking my prothesis".

Hunter carefully watches her and Tech observes her too.

"I don't believe she has been sent to spy on us, now that I am able to read her facial expresion. I believe she is just curious about us".

Crosshair answers with a sarcastic drawl.

"Please tell me we're not planning on making bug friends".

Tech shrugs.

"It could be useful having an ally in case things turn wrong" he glances at Hunter, awaiting for his permision to invite her to join them. "Perhaps we should".

Hunter takes a few seconds to ponder the sugestion, and eventually nods. Tech turns to the arcanan and waves her in. The humanoid's face brightens with a smile; and still a tad hesitant, she slowly flies towards them, carefully landing on her toes. She too greets them with a small shy wave.

Crosshair looks at her up and down.

"At least she's cute, I guess" he comments, voice still dripping with sarcasm.

Tech flips his visor down, ready to use his translator and engage in a conversation with her. Her pink eyes shine with excitement, her face softens, her delicate iridiscent wings flutter. Echo can't help but think she's not simply "cute", but ethereally beautiful.

Bluebell stays for the rest of the afternoon. She flies from one batcher to the other, almost wanting to learn about absolutely everything; though she feels inevitably more curious about Echo. His legs are literally shining with the last rays of sunlight –just like his head ports– and Bluebell has never seen something prettier. Watching plants and the surface of the river shining is one thing, but watching that glimmer in this living, moving human... It's mesmerising.

When the man, Echo, is distracted helping Tech –the translator– with something, she can't help but push her hand forward and graze the metal leg with her fingertips. It is not as warm as she had thought it would be under the heat of the sun, but just as polished. Smooth; though there's a few indents on the plates here and there. Echo doesn't react, completely unbothered; so Bluebell takes it as an invitation and curiously and carefully explores the metal limb with her hands.

Eventually, someone notices it.

"Your girlfriend is getting randy, reg" Crosshair's voice calls out in amusement, bringing everyone out of their reverie.

Echo lifts his head up, confused by the comment, and then catches the hand on his thigh with the corner of his eyes.

"What the kriff?!" He jumps, quickly tugging his leg away, his reaction only natural in his surprise.

Bluebell gets jumpscared by his sudden movement and the tone of his voice; inmediately flying back and hiding behind Tech. She takes a peek at Echo with just one pink eye over his brothers' shoulder.

"Touching someone without them being aware of it is not appropiate human behaviour" the soldier tells him in her language, and Bluebell pays inmediate attention. "And Echo is not the most comfortable of us with physical touch".

He is calm, soothing, and Bluebell glances between them, understanding inmediately. Marygold often complained about how fairies used to explore things with their hands and noses first without thinking things through. Perhaps humans are like that too.

She whispers a sincere apology to Tech; and the man translates it to Echo.

"She asks you to forgive her. She didn't want to cause you discomfort and was merely curious".

The others chuckle, and Echo gives her a short nod that Bluebell interprets as a victory. Still, she tries to give him a bit of more space now, sticking to Tech's side and enganging in quiet small talk. By night she joins them for their basic dinner, sitting down in front of them in the grass and pulling out weird faces at the taste of an offered ration bar. She is not as disgusted with their energy drink, and makes a little pleased sound with the flick of her tongue.

Distracted as she is by the novelty of the human's food, Bluebell is unaware of the Batch's shock when her wings and marks start showing pink bioluminiscense with the arrival of the darkness. It's only when she looks up to see why they had collectively stayed in silence for so long when she realises they are all staring at her.

She tilts her head in confusion, glancing at Tech for an explanation. She listens to him attentively, and then smiles in understanding. Bluebell furrows her brow in concentration; purposedly intensifying and lowering the neon brightness of her wings for the humans to see.

"Fascinating..." Tech whispers, watching the show of colours enthraced, probably thinking on the biology of it all in his mind.

Echo can't help but silently agree. He, too, is hypnotized by the almost magical pink glow; her wings are full of... Energy, it looks like, sparkling and flowing in a peacefull way. This time, it's him who reaches a hand out and grazes one of the luminous wings distractedly.

A zip-zap of unexpected electricity makes Bluebell sigh a pleased sound, acompanied by a tiny, yet full-body shiver. The soldiers look up at her in confusion and surprise; and the arcanan blushes and looks down at her own hands.

"Are wings an erogenous area for your species? I imagine wings carry a larger amount of nerve endings" Tech is gentle, voice barely more than a quiet whisper.

Bluebell is somewhat embarassed to admit it; but nods and answers back with a shy and single "sensitive".

It's Echo's turn to offer an embarassed apology.

"I'm sorry" he says it slowly, slightly bowing his head to enphasise it.

Bluebell gives him a little forgiving smile and carefully squeezes his hand. Echo's palm feels warm. He's unused to the contact, and he wouldn't say he's exactly comfortable with it; but it's a way of bonding and getting to common ground with this strange –pretty– creature, and it's not unpleasant either.

After a few minutes of saying goodbyes –she has a colony to return to, after all, and it's way past midnight by now– Bluebell takes a hesitant glance at Echo. She ponders her thoughts for a second; but quickly gives in to what she wants and zooms in front of him, planting a sweet tiny kiss on his sharp right cheek.

She throws a last apologetic –yet smugly satisfied– smile at him before dissapearing through the trees.

The Batch cackles up, and Echo is left standing dumbfounded.

Four days later repairs are finally done. It would have taken but a blink for Tech to fix the Marauder if he had had the adecuate materials; but seing as they're in the middle of nowhere, in a forest, there's little to tinker with. He makes do with what they have, though; and the Batch is ready to go back to Coruscant.

Hunter announces it to the colony of arcanans. They part ways with cordial goodbyes; though the winged creatures seem to be more relieved than anything. Which they understand.

Bluebell manages to intercept them right when they're preparing to take off, walking up the ship's ramp. She flies towards Echo with something in her hands –the headseat she had aquired exchanging it for three Whiteglass flowers–; and very carefully places it on the confused human. Once Echo realises what it is, his face shifts; smoothing and softening and aiding her in the heartfelt gesture.

Bluebell then stands on her tip-toes to kiss him; impulsively, a short but passionate press of lips.

Echo's cheeks redden. Wrecker's booming laugh is heard on the background. Tech chastises him.

Bluebell whispers a few tender, fond words at the pretty pale human; showing him a last small smile before returning to the present, to reality, and flying away.

Everyone turns to look at Tech, waiting for an explanation. He gives them the answer.

"I believe the translation for that would be, quite literally, 'I like your shine'. Wether that refers to Echo's prothesis, the paleness of his skin, or a metaphorical shine of the essence of his person, that is unclear".

THE END.

[moonlight-sonata99]

RESISTING THE URGE TO WRITE A ECHO X READER WHERE THE READER MISSES HIM, BUT MY MENTAl hEALTH CANNOT TAKE THAT SJJSJS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[lorilane33]

🥰🥺

hello!!! could you do something with echo being extremely self conscious with his body? so the reader helps him by letting him be shirtless around their house, and just trying to make him comfortable with it? not sure where I'm going with this lol

AH THIS IS TOO CUTE

Notes: shirtless Echo

Warnings: body image, Echo's a little self-deprecating, but reader wants to help him build his confidence

"Echo! did you change out of your bodyglove yet? I can throw it in the wash with- oh!"

The door opened of its own accord when you knocked, and thankfully, Echo had his pants on, but he hadn't quite managed to pull on his shirt yet. He was relaxing on the bed, reading something on his datapad, but jolted up at your appearance.

You felt heat rising in your cheeks. He was starting to look healthier since his rescue, with melanin dusting his cheeks and nose and some curls cautiously poking out the top of his head. Without thinking, your eyes began to wander lower, from his broad shoulders and the muscle building in his biceps to the light dusting of hair growing on his chest, pockmarked with white scars from battles and his time as a prisoner of war.

"I-I'm so sorry, give me a second, and I can put a shirt on-" Echo leaped off the bed and fumbled with the closest shirt he could grab.

"Wait, you don't have to!" You tried to tell him.

Echo froze in place.

"You...you don't mind it?" he stammered.

"No, I don't. Why would I?" Your brows furrowed, and you made your way across the room to him, gently placing your hand over the first that gripped his t-shirt.

Echo's hand shook beneath your touch, "It...it's pretty hideous," he chuckled nervously, trying to play it off. His arms wrapped around his stomach, where some mechanical parts left by the Techno Union just couldn't be removed because of how much his body now relied on them to keep him alive.

You could still count his ribs, and his stomach was still sunken more than the medics would like it to be, but that didn't detract in any way from how handsome he looked to you, at least when he was relaxed on the couch like he had been moments ago, or in his element strategizing on the battlefield. The fear that colored his features now broke your heart, and you knew you would do anything to keep him from feeling this way again.

You cradled Echo's chin in your hand, making him look up at you. "It's your body, Echo. It's part of you. Sure, you're still working on getting healthy again, but that doesn't mean it disgusts me. I care about you, not what you look like."

Standing on your tiptoes, you squished your nose against his, "I love you. You know that, right?"

Echo huffed, "I know, cyar'ika."

You lightly kissed the corner of his mouth. "If you really want to put a shirt on, you can. Just don't put on a dirty one," You took the one from his hand, tossing it in the hamper.

He took a shaky breath. "Do you mind if I leave it off? At least for now? It's really hot."

You smirked. "You certainly are."

"I walked right into that one," Echo groaned. you threw your head back with a guffaw, and Echo took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your neck.

You threw your arms around his neck, gently rubbing up and down his bare back.

"What were you reading about before I came in?" You asked.

You could feel Echo smiling against your skin, "Come sit down with me, and I'll show you."

[meshla-cyarika]

Instantly thought this during this scene 💀

[wanderer-six]

THE GALA - A Clone Dating Sim

You are a Jedi General. The Council has assigned you a very important mission: the infiltration of a Separatist gala on Raxus. But you will not be going alone--you are allowed to bring a date on this adventure. In the heart of enemy territory, who will you count on to watch your back?

PLAY HERE: THE GALA

Ideal play experience is on desktop! (I think you can play on mobile it just looks a lil yuccy)

Clone bbs x Fem!Jedi player FEATURED CLONES: Sergeant Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Captain Rex, Commander Wolffe, and ARC Twins Fives & Echo

RATING: 18+ MINORS DNI - The paths can be SFW or NSFW depending on your choices (2nd option is always the NSFW one!) - general warning for smut if you make those choices, more specifics below the cut!

Additional (less relevant) info beneath the cut!

HAPPY MAY 4TH! ENJOY MY LOVES~~

COMPREHENSIVE WARNINGS LIST: In general, lots of flirting, innuendo, pet names. Established relationship for all

Hunter: LOTS of flirting (he is a whore), p in v sex

Tech: Oral (f receiving)

Crosshair: Fingering

Wrecker: Not much for him honestly, implied canoodling (p in v), oblivious boy ♥

Captain Rex: dirty talk, praise, oral (m! Receiving)

Commander Wolffe: rough! p in v

Fives & Echo: Multiple clones (no clonec*st), lots of flirting, Echo is self conscious!

-ART ASSETS I drew all of the Clone art! I found the most nakedest screencap I could of any of them (SURPRISINGLY DIFFICULT) and then traced the base, then looked for Star Wars Male Fashion (WAY FUCKING HARDER) to draw on them and dress them up! I think for Hunter and Fives/Echo I just went crazy but for all the rest lmk if u can spot who I stole the outfits from, i deadass dont remember at this point For Background art I found them all on google images - from what I recall, it's mostly concept art and screenshots from games! -ENGINE I made this in Twine, an incredible tool for making text-based games! I highly recommend looking into it. It's really easy to use and there are a ton of tutorials online!

AN: Thank you so much for playing! Please let me know what you think, I had so much fun making this✨✨ it is so phenomenally cringe but I hope you all enjoy ♥ (also if you spot any bugs or typos, please feel free to let me know and I will fix!!)

TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE PATH I like Rex Crosshair Wrecker the best I think

"""taglist""" - @shinyshayminflower @starrylothcat @pb-jellybeans @jediknightjana

[coffeeandbatboys]

The Clones reacting to you smushing their cheeks

Idk I had this idea and thought it’d be cute. Since the clones are supposed to have round cheeks, visualize live action and not animated 😂

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Fives, Wrecker, Hardcase, & Tup: Loving it so much, will lean into your hands and give you heart eyes. Maybe even press a few kisses to your hand.

Cody, Jesse, Kix, Echo, Vaughn & Mayday: Will blush profusely and look side to side for a second, before giving in and flashing you a tiny smile.

Rex, Hunter, Tech, & Fox: Not sure what to do, just give an awkward smile and internally scream because they secretly find it super cute.

Crosshair, Wolffe & Dogma: Not understanding any of it. Don’t know what you’re doing, not sure that they like it, 3/10 do not recommend.

[nahoney22]

Hi!! Congratulations on 4,500 followers, you deserve it and SO MUCH MORE!! If you’re interested and comfortable of course, can I request from the fluff prompts “I like your eyes” and from the NFSW prompts “I wanna make love to you” and “you can be a little rougher” with Echo please? I love him and I’m so happy he made an appearance today, he deserves the sweetest and sensual things, thank you!!♥️✨

Moonlight***

🫧 Pairing: Echo X Gender Neutral Reader

word count: 1.6k

prompts:

“I like your eyes.”

“I want to make love to you.”

“You can be a little rougher.”

Summary: The flirtatious gazes and gestures finally leads to something more; but why is Echo holding back?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, Explicit Sexual Content and Language, Sex, Multiple Positions, Nervous Echo, Reassuring Reader, Dirty Talk, Praising, Light Hair Pulling, Light Rough Sex, Aftercare, Creampie, Cuddling, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Spoiler Free. NSFW under the cut.

Authors note: Cheeky asking for 3 prompts when I said you’re only allowed 2… buuuuut I’m feeling generous 😌🩶 and you didn’t specify pronouns so I defaulted to GN so I hope that’s okay?🩶

He stands before you, his breath dancing with yours as you both find refuge in a secluded corner, shielded from the prying eyes of the others. "You look so good tonight," Echo murmurs softly, his hand gently resting on your waist, pulling you closer. "It almost feels a shame to undress you."

A flush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you bite your lip, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "Perhaps... but I sense this is something you've desired for quite some time, Sir," you whisper huskily, before claiming his lips with your own, feeling a rush of excitement as he presses you against the wall.

After the consistent exchange of flirtatious glances and the occasional suggestive remarks after months, the tension between you and Echo finally reached its boiling point. Unable to resist any longer, you whispered in his ear for him to follow you after the batch decided to have celebratory drinks at a rather upscale bar.

As you both slipped away, your hands couldn’t stay off each other. "I got us a room… do you want to do this?" you asked, your words muffled by the heat of his breath against your lips, followed by a gasp as he trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

"Absolutely," he replied, his smirk obvious against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just lead the way."

Taking his hand and ensuring the others didn't see (not that it was any of their business anyway), you led him up to the room, a mixture of excitement and a touch of anxiety coursing through you as you entered. You were both really doing this.

When the door hissed closed behind you both, you looked at each other, the realization that you were finally alone together hitting you.

Silently, he unclipped all of his armor pieces and set them aside, you doing the same with your gear, but also slipping off your shirt. Echo gazed at you, nothing but awe in his eyes.

You chuckled at his reaction and pointed to your face. "My eyes are up here, handsome."

"Well, that’s good to know because…” he smirked as he approached, a soft hand cupping your cheek as his scomp rested on your hip, “…I like your eyes."

He pulls you closer, both consumed by another fiery kiss until you tumble onto the bed with him falling on top of you, his hand exploring your chest, touching you in all the places you've fantasized about.

Shedding the remainder of your clothes and Echo's, he sits between your legs, admiring you for a moment. "I feel so lucky right now."

"As do I," you grin, your lips swollen and eyes filled with desire as you take in his form. However, when you briefly glance at his cybernetics, you notice him shift uncomfortably. He doesn't say anything, instead chuckling and focusing on his hand's work. Slipping between your legs, you gasp his name as he expertly caresses your sex with precision and tenderness.

"Mmm, do you like that, darling?" he whispers in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you enjoy it when I touch you there?"

"Y-yes, oh yes, Echo," you moan, your skin ablaze with desire as he swiftly brings you to climax, his words of praise and encouragement sending you soaring to cloud nine.

Your gaze drifts to his throbbing cock beside you, and you smirk as you reach out, taking it in your hand. His reaction is immediate—a gasp followed by a deep groan. "Such a beautiful cock," you purr, stroking along its length as his movements between your legs intensify.

Desiring to maintain eye contact as you pleasure him, you do struggle to keep your gaze fixed on him. Your eyelids grow heavy as the impending orgasm coils tightly within your core, causing your back to arch in response to his touch. He's biting his lip, gasping, his breaths deep and heavy as his hips grind into your soft palm.

"I want to make love to you," he breathes, and you eagerly comply with his request, releasing his cock and pulling his lips back down to yours, his member pressing against your stomach as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.

"Then love me, Echo," you pant, your voice filled with longing. "Love me."

He groans in response, taking hold of his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the gentle rub of his tip.

He locks eyes with you as he slowly sheathes into you, filling you gloriously. "Fuck, yes—just… just like that," you moan, sitting up on your elbows, watching as his tip disappears inside you.

As you lay back on the bed, Echo places his hand on your thigh, spreading your legs an inch wider as he begins to rut inside you, his movements slow and tender. "This is all for you, darling… all for you," he whispers.

Your eyes flutter closed, savouring the sensation of his stiff cock pushing slow and deep inside you, your body tightening around his girth. But you crave more. You want him to love you passionately, yet at this moment, he's being too delicate.

"Faster, Echo, fuck me faster, baby," you moan, feeling him pick up the pace. But as you open your eyes, you see him deep in concentration.

"You can be a little rougher," you suggest, prompting him to still his movements, his cock remaining warm inside you.

Raising a brow at his concern, you reassure him, "You won't hurt me. I trust you. You can fuck me however you want."

His eyes flash with understanding, and suddenly, both of your legs are draped over one of his shoulders as he bends you almost in half, before he starts slamming down into you with increasing force, eliciting moans that scratch at your throat as he becomes more demanding.

Your hands grip at his shoulders, gasping as pleasure floods your senses, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin reverberating around the room. "Is this rough enough for you, darling? Do you like it nice and hard?" he taunts, delivering a complete switch-up, bordering on rough yet remaining aware that he will be gentle if you ask him to be.

"Yes! Stars, yes!" you cry out in ecstasy, your legs aching from the intense position, but the pleasure is undeniably worth it.

"So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can’t believe I waited so long to fuck you," he murmurs, his hand gripping your thigh tightly, his scomp ensuring your legs stay positioned over his shoulders. After another minute of him fucking you so good, he releases you, panting before flipping you onto your stomach.

Your face is buried in the duvet, hands gripping tight as he positions himself at your entrance again before sliding in. "O-oh, Echo!"

"That’s it, my beauty," he whispers, leaning over you to kiss between your shoulder blades. "Is this okay?"

It's more than okay. He's more than okay.

"Yes, don’t stop—don’t stop until you cum inside me, Echo," you beg, earning a sensual chuckle in return as he thrusts into you, his scomp resting on the base of your back and the other tangling in your hair, tassels of hair scrunching between his fingers as he delivers back shots like you’ve never experienced before.

With a steady pace and sharp, precise thrusts, your eyes sting from the intensity of him stretching you open and lightly tugging at your hair. "M-More."

He shifts from being on both knees to kneeling on just one, finding a better rhythm as he continues to plow into you, releasing your hair and placing his hand on your shoulder, pulling you back into him so you can meet his thrusts as he pounds you into the bed.

Stars blur your vision once again, your moans muffled by the duvet as he takes you from behind. You can feel your orgasm building again, and by his ragged breaths, you know he is too.

You're moved again, this time onto your side as he slides in behind you, keeping your leg raised in the air as his arms wrap around you, sliding into your slick hole effortlessly. Your gazes lock as he cups your jaw with his hand. "Are you close, darling? I'm—fuck—I'm not going to last much longer."

You nod feverishly, biting your lip as sweat glistens on your body. "Yes, yes, yes, please cum in me, Echo. I need you."

"I've got you," he murmurs, leaning in to tenderly kiss you, his thrusts becoming labored. "I love you so much."

Your arousal peaks at his words, and you whimper your reply into his mouth as you feel his seed fill you up and drain out of you. "I love you too, Echo."

Panting, you reach your climax, your body trembling, but he holds you close, murmuring softly in your ear. "That's it... you did so well." He kisses the side of your head as he slips out of you, the sensation lewd but a wave of tiredness washing over you.

When Echo returns from the refresher after saying he was going to get something to freshen you up, he pauses, his gaze lingering on you as you lie in bed, bathed in moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows over your body.

Sensing his presence, your eyes flutter open, and you warmly smile at him. "See something you like?"

"Absolutely," he chuckles, stepping closer and handing you a cloth and towel. After you freshen up, you curl up under the duvet, Echo slipping in beside you. You nestle into his embrace, the silence between you comfortable.

But as you wince while shifting, he immediately panics. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, sweetie," you reassure him softly, kissing his cheek. "I'm just a bit tender. It's been a while," you admit sheepishly.

"Well… if you're sure," he says softly, visibly relaxing.

"I'm sure. I loved tonight. Thank you for being careful with me," you smile, and Echo can't help but plant a kiss on your hair, holding you close until the two of you fall asleep after a perfect night, at long last.

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[1-have-no-idea]

how they kiss you: part one

Clone force 99:

character(s): Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair, Echo

genre: fluff, romance, crack (kinda)

overview: this is literally just how the boys would kiss you. literally just that.

warning(s): Tech doesn’t know how to kiss, Crosshair is a freak, (jk, he just gets a lil spicy with it), mentioned of making out, slobber, Hunter’s a lil suave, sexual innuendos, references and implications of smut

Hunter:

-okay, but he’s such a gentleman while doing it?

-it depends on his mood really, and what the occasion is.

-Hunter doesn’t overdo kisses, but out of all of them, he is the one who probably will give the most (besides Wrecker, ahem.)

-He’ll kiss you when you wake up, when you make him food, right before he leaves, and when you go to bed.

-Unless he’s feeling a little… ahem. Y’know. A lil teasing that day

-His kisses are deep but short. Enough to make you blush but also leaving you yearning for more

-he’s a lil tease, but if you pout about it, he’ll just send you that boyish smile and give you another one

-”don’t gotta miss me that much, mesh’la,”

-yeah. That’s him..

-Hunter probably has somewhat chapped lips, (as most clones), but not to the point where they scrape yours. And they’re also somewhat thin (like most clones), so basically, they’re not that different from a regs

-except they’re a bit plushier, if that makes sense

-his stubble WILL scratch against you

-he’ll rarely give tongue unless he’s feeling a little freaky and has the intention on, well, y’know.

-”spread those legs, mesh’la,”

-yeah, y’know, the fun stuff

-so yeah.

-kisses are like a 10/10, would recommend

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Tech:

-SO AWKWARD.

-sorry Tech lovers, but like. We’re talking about the Tech, the one who can’t understand or take hints whatsoever…

-a NERD.

-he’s such a virgin, smh

-but like… a subtle virgin, ykwim?

-you wouldn’t know he was a virgin. Like, you literally wouldn’t.

-until you kissed him and he expressed his shock and stated that this was an ‘interesting development.’

-”....fascinating. Do it again. This time I’d like to record the acceleration of our heart rates and the texture of your lips against mine. Allow me to retrieve my datapad–”

-yeah. Like. It’s either the most hottest thing hearing him talk all smart after the kiss or the most ‘dude, are you serious’ kinda thing.

-Tech is not really a kisser, but a pecker

-they’re not frequent, but they’re enough for you to still kinda expect them, yk?

-his kisses are chaste and respectful. Never awkward, but usually quick.

-such as, a kiss on your knuckles or your temple or hair. Tech doesn’t go for lips, but he doesn’t mind if you initiate those to him and he will depending on the mood you or him are in

-i actually like to think his lips are actually kinda soft. Not like, baby smooth, but soft.

-i don’t think he gets needy for them, but there are times where he really just wants to feel your lips on him

-he loves the texture and the warmth.

-he won’t really ask though.

-it’s more for ‘experimentation’, in his words.

-”I’d like to explore this further with you. This time, can you kiss me a little bit firmer?”

-7/10 in the beginning, but Tech learns quickly and is extremely observant, and soon learns exactly where to nip, suck, bite, lick, and kiss.

-just give him a little more lessons

-for science, of course

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Wrecker:

-okay guys

-he is NOT as innocent as he looks, i’m sorry

-respectful, yeah. Gentle, yeah.

-but INNOCENT?? Yeah, no.

-have you seen that deleted scene in clone wars with the Padme art?

-”Yeah, she could negotiate with me any time!”

-erm. Guys.

-and that translates in his kisses.

-he’s not shy whatsoever.

-gentle, of course, but you want him to be rough?

-oh, he’ll be rough.

-okay, let me backtrack, so when y’all are still new to a relationship and all that, he’s nervous. Holds you like glass and kisses you like he’s unsure if he even wants to.

-he was scared. He knows he’s a big guy, and doesn’t wanna hurt you.

-but once you get to that point in your relationship with a lotta reassurance and carefulness and praise and teasing

-my man is most definitely a tank

-and packing one too– ahem.

-he kisses a lot. Anywhere. Kinda worships you with his mouth, lips, tongue and all. Take that as you will.

-his kisses are passionate. Deep. Like his love for you, but they can also be gentle. Soft.

-Large hands will come and cradle you or hold your hips in place, he loves picking you up when you kiss.

-his lips are different, they’re PLUSH. Plump, and bigger than his other brothers. Fully cushioned. It’s nice.

-”Hey! One more, baby! Miss ya already!”

-he’s actually a good kisser. Like, you’ll be starstruck

-and he’ll be giggling

-the type to be giggling and grinning into the kiss

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Crosshair:

-holy. Where do I even start with him.

-he’s smooth. Annoyingly so.

-the type to kiss you to shut you up

-out of all his brothers, I feel like he gets hit on the most when he’s out and about.

-it’s just cuz he’s ‘mysterious’

-he’s actually never really interested, unless he’s feeling rather frisky and pent up

-when he’s not being angsty and emo, he’s actually low-key kinda flirty with you whenever moments like that actually do pop up.

-and you better believe, all his kisses include tongue.

-you go in for a kiss, that’s you asking for a makeout session, and if he’s feeling mischievous, he’ll tear away and walk away leaving you a breathless and yearning and hot and bothered mess.

-”So desperate for me and all I did was kiss you.”

-BULL. That’s bull. He knew what he was doing.

-there are moments where he’ll be gentle with you though. Usually when he feels vulnerable.

-others, they’re rough yanks to him. Hand on the back of your neck and slamming his lips on yours.

-tongue swiping over your bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth, soothing it with his tongue again before licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue once or twice.

-messy and they lead to a messy bed afterwards too.

-most definitely a lil freaky

-and guess what? Despite having one of the thinnest lips, they’re baby smooth.

-wanna know why? Skincare.

-he’s obsessed with it. What a princess.

-yet he still looks sixty.

-not down below.

-definitely doesn’t feel like one.

-anywho, that’s not the topic, so he has really soft lips and knows how to use them

-WILL smirk into the kiss

-cocky bastard

-100% recommend if you wanna get laid.

-”Careful what you’re asking for, doll.”

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Echo:

-my sweet baby

-i love him sm

-he’s shy in the beginning, but so gentlemanly

-his kisses really express his love for you. Every emotion, every feeling is poured out into that kiss.

-whether it be I love you, I missed you, I’ll be back, be safe, don’t be back too late,

-yeah.

-they’re deep and firm and gentle, but not timid

-he is NOT shy of his love for you

-one arm around your waist, his bionic hand cradling the back of your head, it’s so sweet

-he loves cupping your face with his flesh hand while kissing you

-he just loves the contact

-kisses are frequent, but not too

-he loves dancing with you and dipping you into a kiss.

-cliche, but Echo is an old-school romantic, believe it or not

-swaying around you, spinning you with a warm smile on his face, pale brown orbs glowing gold as he looked at you,

-”you’re beautiful,”

-and it’s a soft-spoken promise as he presses his lips to yours

-he does have cold lips, but it’s a nice feeling against your warm ones

-please pepper his cold skin with kisses, he’ll be a puddle for you and feel so loved, (and warmed up.)

-anywho, he doesn’t have that much experience, so teach him, because he’d love to learn.

-all in all, he just loves you so much–

-so sweet

-”Love you, angel. C’mere, lemme give you another one.”

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The Bad Batch x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

18+, suggestive themes! Minors DNI

Part 2 is here!:

A/N: So I’ve been on nothing but a Bad Batch binge - I finally got around to watching it a couple months ago and rewatched it the other day! Since then I’ve been (shamefully) reading nothing but Bad Batch/Clone Wars Fics 🫣 I’m absolutely in love with the community and can’t help but kick myself for waiting so long to watch it.

I couldn’t help but write something to get it out of my head. I’ve already written part of a Bounty Hunter Reader x TBB and sent it to my friend 😔 🫣 This, however… I don’t think I can send to people IRL lmfao. I’ve also remembered that people can post whatever they want to their own accounts and I thought, ‘why the hell not?’ I think the last time I ever posted a fic anywhere was back in the golden days of Wattpad many, many years ago. (This’ll be the first fic I’d of ever posted on Tumblr 🫣)

Word Count: 3.7k

Content Warnings:

Wrote this on my phone with zero plot about it!! (Copy & pasted directly from Notes so the paragraph spacing might be weird)!

I lowkey just wanted to write a cute dynamic between the boys + reader… 🫣

Not Proofread, rushed ending!

Reader’s Relationship with Omega is PLATONIC!

Fem!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, POLY!BadBatch (the Reader is in an established relationship with the boys), (I didn’t write as much as I would’ve liked about the pregnancy because I got super embarrassed and self conscious with myself), Suggestive Themes - mentions/thoughts of oral! Mainly fluff, wholesome and domestic dynamics with the Batch + Omega. Slight Spoilers for TBB Ending, not really, but just in case!

(Set post-TBB ending + Tech is alive for the sake of this fic!)

“Wrecker! Can you come and help me out, pleeease~?”

You called out from your bed, snuggling into the covers further. Wrecker had heard your voice from his seat in the dining room amongst his brothers, immediately scraping it backwards and nearly toppling over. He rushed from his unsteady position towards the room, unbeknownst to him that his brothers had followed with the same urgency.

“Mesh’la! Are you alright?!” He hurried, skidding into the bedroom and kneeling by the bed, his hand capturing yours as the boys stood by the door.

With a giggle, your other hand came to his cheek, “Of course, my beloved.” He breathed a sigh of relief, as did the rest of them, leaning into your touch while placing a delicate kiss to your wrist. “Then… what-uh.. what’d you need help with, Sarad?” He asked gently, looking into your eyes.

You smiled, eyes flicking to the rest of the batch, knowing that they hoped you couldn’t see them - but you had been a member of their squad for too long, been their partner for too long to know exactly when they were looking out for you. It warmed your core as you brought your hand to your enlarged belly underneath the covers, placing a gentle kiss onto Wrecker’s nose.

“Could you get me something sweet? I’m not sure what we’ve got left in the kitchen apart from the fish you and Crosshair had caught.” You hummed, a mischievous grin playing on your face as you heard Crosshair click his tongue. Wrecker laughed loudly, “Of course, Mesh’la! But is that all ya’ wanted? I can always get you more than that!” He grinned, not realising Tech had walked into the room to kneel down next to his larger brother, eyes and fingers engrossed in his data pad, “I have to interject, cyar’ika. Too many sweet treats may affect you and, or the baby.”

“Awh, don’t worry, Tech! I haven’t had that many!”

“This will be your fifth of the day.”

Wrecker laughed at his brother’s quip, Hunter and Crosshair walking into the room this time, the Sergeant sitting by your feet whilst the Sniper sat behind your back. “Are you surprised? Our Riduur is carrying Wrecker’s baby.” Crosshair said to Tech, earning a playful scoff coming from the largest of the group. Wrecker turned to look at Hunter with you, both of you attempting your best pouts, “Pleeease?” You asked sweetly, earning a sigh from the tired leader.

You had always tried to sway Hunter to have him wrapped around your finger, usually it always worked in your favour, but since you fell pregnant he’s been able to put his foot down a lot more than before. “You heard Tech, Cyar’ika. Why don’t we get you something different this time?” He offered with a small smile, his hand rubbing up and down your calf over the covers. “We can comm Echo, he should still be at the market with Omega.”

With a soft hum, your finger patted your chin. You really wanted something sweet but you knew your boys were looking out for you, albeit they might go over the top, but it was all you could ever ask for.

You smiled softly at him, “Okay, Hunter.” You grinned, laughing at the visible tension leaving his shoulders at your agreement.

Crosshair’s bionic hand had slowly made its way to your shoulder - the skinnier brother of the group had always struggled to show his affection for you in front of anyone else, but with recent events, he found himself ignoring any teasing that he thought would come his way. “Why don’t we meet them halfway?” He murmured, “You haven’t had any fresh air today.” He told you simply, raising an eyebrow when you whined, “But I’ve had the window open all day!”

“An open window does not give you the same benefits of going outside for a walk, cyare. The benefits that would bode well for you would be the exercise, additionally the—“, “Yeah, yeah, Tech, she knows!” Wrecker interrupted with a gentle nudge to his shoulder. Wrecker turned his face back to yours, leaning his cheek on the mattress to brush his nose with yours, “C’mon, Mesh’la. Cross’s right, let’s get you outside for a li’l bit.” He spoke with his softer tone that he knew you loved and could never say no to.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you attempted to look as though you were physically fighting off your partner’s cuteness, dramatically letting out an exasperated breath, “Fine, I suppose I should.” You sighed, hiding your smile when you could see them relax slightly. “And don’t worry, Mesh’la, I’ll carry you up the hill if your feet get sore!” Wrecker grinned, his hands coming underneath your arms to gently pull you out of bed and to your feet. You hummed in appreciation as his hands drifted to your belly, his eyes softening at the bump beneath your dress.

Crosshair and Hunter stood from the bed while Tech stood from his previously knelt position next to Wrecker, his hand gingerly coming to yours. “If you require assistance walking down the steeper parts of the way, you may hold onto me. I-If you require.” Tech offered, the rim of his goggles hiding majority of his awkward blush. However, just like how Crosshair’s would, the tips of his ears were brighter than anything and had earned a chuckle from the Sniper, “Smooth, Vod.”

You placed a kiss to the tip of Tech’s nose like you had with Wrecker, gently squeezing his hand in appreciation and looking between them, “Thank you both, and you’re right Wrecker, I might need a hand coming back up. And I’ll take you up on that offer, Tech.” You smiled kindly, addressing both of their offers before stretching, walking past Hunter and towards the refresher. “But first, I need to get freshened up, are you okay to wait for me at the door?” You asked, fluttering your eyes at the group, innocently connecting your hands behind your back. With a subtle blush from each of them, they nodded, hastily leaving the room to you for you to get ready.

You were quicker than you were expecting, walking into the dining room to see Hunter on his comm talking to Echo. “Yeah, we’ll be leaving soon - are you and Omega okay to wait up for us?” You smiled as you heard Omega’s excited chatter from the small device, grabbing your bag and slipping on your sandals. Wrecker had taken notice of you when you slipped your shoes on, walking over to you and gently taking the bags from your hands, “Wrecker, don’t be silly - I can carry bags at least.”

“Don’t you worry, Mesh’la. You leave all the work to us.” He beamed, placing a kiss to your lips with a soft squeeze on your shoulder.

You both walked over to the rest of the batch, Tech walking over to your side while Hunter and Crosshair stood by the door, adjusting their bags and taking one last look around your house to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything. Tech slid his hand into yours, and with a gentle squeeze began walking with you out of the door. “Now, cyare. Is there anything else that is calling to your cravings?” He asked, “Apart from anything highly concentrated with sugar for the time being.”

You giggled, looking behind at the group, “That depends… who’s cooking tonight?” The boys looked amongst one another until Crosshair spoke up with a tone of boredom, “Echo.”

“Wait, but isn’t it—“

“Echo.”

You laughed at his adamance, “Does Echo know that? Didn’t he cook last night?”

Crosshair shrugged, placing a toothpick between his lips as you all began your descend to the market stalls. “If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll know it’s his turn to cook.”

Wrecker let out a boisterous laugh, nudging Crosshair’s shoulder, “You can admit ya like Echo’s cooking ya’ know, Cross!” Hunter gently shook his head as the Sniper grunted in protest. “As long as we’re not eating rations again, I don’t mind cooking.” The leader offered, catching up to you and Tech to talk about what you could eat, or rather, what Tech thought was best for you to eat.

It wasn’t long before you reached the bustling stalls of the island, many locals nodding and greeting you all politely, some even asking you how you were getting along. You looked along the crowd, searching for Omega and Echo until you looked up to one of the lamp posts in the distance, “Ah, there’s Omega!” You cheered, pointing and waving at the young girl.

Omega had climbed the foundation of the lamp to get a better look over the crowd, and once she had caught eyes on you with her brothers, she began to wave excitedly, looking down to probably alert Echo. She leapt down and you could only imagine she was running towards you all.

As soon as you saw a flash of her white hair in the crowd you ran ahead of the boys, all of their breaths hitching as they shouted after you to slow down. With an excited giggle you opened your arms for a hug from Omega, spinning her around and squeezed her closer to you. “Ahh, I missed you so much Omega!” You chirped, giving her cheek a gentle peck before ruffling her hair affectionately, “Hey!” She giggled, swatting your hand away, “You saw me this morning!” She said to you with a big smile as you sighed, “I know, and I’ve been stuck with your brothers since then!” You joked as they caught up to you both, Wrecker panting with a worried expression. Omega grinned at Wrecker, giggling a little at his concern before giving your belly a cute kiss and gave you another tight squeeze before running over to her brothers, hugging them all the same. Wrecker walked over to you, his expression still one of concern, “Mesh’la… you scared me, what if you tripped? What.. what if you’d fallen…?” He whispered, his hand coming down to your belly. Your eyebrow raised as you tilted your head, still smiling at him as you didn’t want to undermine his concern for you. “Oh, love… I understand that you— you’re all concerned for me, but don’t forget I was a soldier too. I can handle myself.” You told him, your hand coming to meet his on your bump.

His brows furrowed in thought, knowing that you were more than capable of protecting yourself and his little one - even before the batch had met you, but it didn’t mean he didn’t worry. The first time you had gotten intimate with the boys they had spent, what felt like, hours kissing the scars you’d received in your battles alongside the 501st. You were more than capable of handling yourself.

And that was exactly what worried them.

Your mind still lingered around the days that you were a field medic, a skilled one at that. You knew your way around a blaster and had certainly gotten familiar with the trigger of one. You could patch up a whole squad alongside Kix whilst fighting off any enemies that came your way, a protectiveness in your eyes, and actions, that Clone Force 99 got to witness firsthand when you were assigned on your first mission with them.

You knew that sometimes they would long for the battlefield, and they knew you longed for it, too. It was in their nature to long for it, they knew nothing else, they were made for it - however you chose to sign up with the republic, you had chosen to train to help the clones and Jedi with their battles across the galaxy.

They thanked the Maker that you were assigned to their squad just that one time.

You never left them.

They saw firsthand how much you cared for them, how you refused to see them as, “expendable”. They would shower you with affection alongside your markings, but you would show theirs far more delicate care, ‘A woman’s touch…’ You had told them, disguising your affections with small tales and fibs.

At the time, you hadn’t the words to convey to them how much you cared about them, how their mistreatment angered you, despite of all of their successful missions.

But having been with them for as long as you had now, you made it a daily goal to remind each of these boys how much they had meant to you, especially now you were carrying a child within you. You’d be damned if any of them died on you now.

Wrecker knocked himself back into the present when your hand graced his cheek, “Cyare?” Your voice broke through to him.

He managed a breathless chuckle, his small reminisce on the old days had brought a smile to his face, kissing your palm with a fondness he knew you’d pick up on, “… I know you can handle yourself… that’s what worries me.” He joked, earning a loud laugh from you, gaining curious glances from the rest of the squad. You hadn’t realised that Echo was behind you during Wrecker’s space-out, gently tapping his scomp into your side, “You’re not running around and causing trouble, are you, Mesh’la?” He asked.

Placing a kiss to Wrecker’s cheek, you turned your face over your shoulder to see the ARC trooper grinning at you, dressed in comfortable slacks as his arm wrapped around your waist, his forearm taking some of the weight off of your belly that let you sigh in relief, “Thank you, Echo… And of course not! Who do you think I am?!” You jested, motioning to yourself as both men stared at you unimpressed.

“Our troublesome medic.”

They answered for you, Wrecker leaning in to your right, and Echo leaning in for your left cheek, leaving their kisses on your soft skin with a shy squeal from you. “Hey, we still need to grab some things for our dinner tonight!” You protested, playfully swatting the men away, your arm resting atop your stomach as Wrecker placed his arm around your shoulder affectionately.

“Ah, I already grabbed some things, I thought we could have either this for our dinner or—“ Echo started, showing you a bag full of goodies you hadn’t noticed until now, listing the many dinner options you all could have thanks to the mother-trooper of the group.

Wrecker and you had exchanged a glance before giggling softly, not wanting to make Echo think he’d said something wrong, “What’s up with you two?”

“Nothing, Echo.” You grinned, holding his hand, “We’re laughing because on the way here, we were joking about who was going to make the dinner-“

“Crosshair wanted it to be you!”

“But Hunter’s offered to make it, if you don’t want to.” You explained, smiling softly at your massive partner interrupting you from excitement, grinning at Echo’s stunned face.

He glanced at his shopping bag before looking over at the leader of the group, “Oi, Hunter,” he called, gaining his attention, “Catch.” He said simply, skilfully throwing the bag in his Vod’s direction and smiling once Hunter had caught it, “Figure out what you can make with that.” He teased, his arm wrapping around your back alongside Wrecker’s, “I haven’t been able to spend any time with our lovely Cyar’ika since this morning.” Echo explained, staring down at you with an expression full of endearment.

Leaning into the men’s warmth, your little group continued to walk around the stalls, Hunter looking rather pensive as he began to take his duty as cook seriously, looking for herbs and spices to go with whatever he had planned. Omega would chip in with throwing in random ingredients, charming Hunter with her innocent smile as he would look to Tech to fact check what she had thrown in.

Crosshair, trying his best to remain as enigmatic as he could, kept a close eye on what was going to be involved in your dinner, whispering to Tech and double checking if you would be okay eating certain things. The thought behind his actions warmed your heart, but you knew that you wanted to relax - and you wanted the boys to feel the same. “Cross, we’re not going to get poisoned any time soon.” You joked, looking at him with a raised brow as your arms were still interlocked with Echo and Wrecker, enjoying the time you were able to spend with them on this walk.

Crosshair scoffed, acting as though he wasn’t looking out for you, “Who knows what Hunter’s grabbing? Might make the dinner taste like osik.” He huffed, his ears tinging with a soft blush much like Tech’s would. Hunter whipped around to glare at his brother with a growl, deciding against arguing with his youngest in public before rolling his eyes. You giggled, softly sliding out of Echo and Wrecker’s arms with a soft kiss to each of their cheeks, walking over to the leader of the squad, your hand gracing his shoulder comfortingly, “Don’t worry, Sergeant. The dinners you make are always lovely,” you complimented, sending a playful glare towards Crosshair.

The meals that Hunter would make would always end up being on the blander side, none of you the heart to break it to him that his portioning of herbs and spices did nothing for your own tastes. He could pick up on the faintest of seasonings and at times he’d forgotten it wasn’t the same for you all. It wasn’t until Crosshair used it against him in one of their arguments that Hunter’s world dawned on him.

“For the last time, you need to stop antagonising anyone who comes near us! It nearly cost us missions in the past, and now you’re pissing off the neighbours! Guess who has to apologise, because it’s sure as hell never you?!”

“Yeah, well maybe I wouldn’t be so pissed off all time if it wasn’t for your shit cooking. Your cooking tastes like shit, Hunter. It’s shit.”

When Crosshair had said to Hunter what you’d all essentially been thinking for months, the Sergeant’s posture stiffened and his cheeks had dusted with embarrassment, the only one able to stick up for him without stuttering being Omega. You all lectured Crosshair until he apologised to the eldest brother in his signature fashion - thankfully now it was a joke that was shared between them both.

Now every time he would create a meal he would ask for someone to be there to taste along the way, knowing that just because his enhanced senses lead him towards picking up on every grain of flavour he would add, he didn’t want that to stop everyone else from having a decent meal.

His intentions were met with praise, knowing it wasn’t his intention to feed you all the bare minimum, so he would over compensate with portion sizes, you were a massive family as it was, he didn’t have to feel like he had to feed you all three times over. Wrecker wouldn’t complain, the more he could eat, the happier he was.

Hunter had blushed at your compliment, your use of his rank always making his hairs stand on end, it would always remind him of the intimate moments you would spend with him. Whether it were moments spent with his brothers or just himself, his rank slipping from your lips always excited him in ways he knew he should never have indulged - but with the war for them over, he found himself leaning into his enjoyments a lot more than usual.

But with you all in public, with Omega of all people, he had to bring himself almost to attention, his eyes looking away from yours, “… Thank you, Cyar’ika…” He mumbled, his blush darkening when you had kissed his cheek, grinning at him with adoration. He smiled at your soft giggle, placing a kiss on your temple before turning back to the stalls, Echo deciding to join him and Tech in looking for ingredients.

Crosshair snuck up behind you, his hand lightly tracing your waist as he looked down at your form, “You don’t need to lie to him.” He joked with a straight face, earning a laugh from you. “You can always tell me if you’re sad Cross, I know Echo’s not making the dinner tonight but-“

Your arms came around to hold his jaw, loving the feeling of his chuckle against your back, “Never, ram’ser.” You smiled, leaning up to place a kiss on his chin.

Your attentions turned towards the group, Wrecker now holding Omega on his shoulder, snacking on some of the crackers Echo had bought before you got here whilst getting scolded that they might fill themselves up.

“Y’know… we could sneak back to house without anyone noticing,” Crosshair whispered in your ear, his arms coming underneath your stomach and alleviating some weight, “I could rub your legs… your back,” he began to list, lips coming to kiss the shell of your ear. His voice sent tingles through your thighs and to your core, a pleasant shiver rolling down your back, “And after I’ve given you a massage I could help you relax…” he purred, his fingers comfortably rubbing circles along your belly.

You wanted nothing more than to see Crosshair looking up at you from between your legs, to feel his hands over your body once again.

Since becoming pregnant, all your boys made sure to treat you like the most delicate gems, looking out for your every need no matter what the situation. In the fleeting moments of intimacy you shared with them, they were all incredibly gentle and soft, showering you with constant compliments and praises, paying close attention to your changing body - especially Wrecker.

The thoughts enveloped your thinking entirely, biting your lip with a cheeky smirk, looking at Crosshair from your peripheral. “We’ve probably got… 2 minutes before they realise I’m missing.” You grinned, the sniper matching your mischievous glint, “Well then we better not waste them.” You covered your mouth when a giggle fell from your lips, Crosshair kissing at your neck as he began to direct you back in the direction of your shared house.

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(The Bad Batch) How He Is with His Newborn Baby

Hunter: He adores them and spends a lot of time holding them. Hunter is also really big on the whole skin-to-skin contact, so it becomes a common thing to see him walking around shirtless with the baby cradled snugly in one arm. He gets pretty good at performing tasks around the home with the baby. He's enraptured by the little one, but also very attentive to your needs. Hunter makes sure you take the time you need to eat, shower, and just have time to relax every now and then. Literally, any excuse to hold them some more, and he's giving it. He is good at rocking the baby in such a way that they fall asleep instantly in his arms.

Wrecker: The baby has him wrapped around their tiny finger already. He's already telling them how much he loves them and how proud he is. Wrecker also just spends time telling them all the fun things they're going to do together when they're old enough to walk, talk, etc. He is so unbelievably gentle and sweet with the little one in general, and also of course with you. He'll randomly stare at you and tell you how beautiful you are and what a good job you're doing.

Tech: This baby is not at the point where they can retain any information yet, but Tech spends plenty of time just talking to them. He talks about anything his mind can conjure up. The baby becomes so accustomed to the sound of his voice that it has quite the soothing effect. Additionally, Tech is very quick to pick up on the baby's cycle of needs. It gets to the point where they cry, and he can glance at his chrono and pinpoint exactly what they need according to the little schedule he's created. He also regularly checks the baby's weight, vitals, to make sure they're in good health. From time to time he voices yet again how fascinating the miracle of birth is and how proud he is of you, also checking your health.

Echo: Spends the first few weeks only holding the baby when sitting down. He can't get over how fragile they are, and he just sits there and stares at them as long as he can in amazement and adoration before they wake up from their nap or fuss about something they need. When the baby bursts into a fit of wails, he goes into a bit of a panic mode worrying about what's wrong. Eventually, he gets more comfortable and gets used to the idea that the baby is just communicating a need. It doesn't take long for him to become a professional dad. He gets pretty organized with the diaper bag and supplies so that he can just pull out whatever the baby needs at the drop of a hat.

Crosshair: He spends a good while just quietly holding the baby in his arms and watching them. Internally, he thinks they're absolutely precious and realizes he loves them so much. He already knew he'd love them, but he didn't realize it would feel like this. The baby is heart-wrenchingly cute, and he'd do anything to protect them. You come to find that he becomes more vocal, telling the baby in a sort of Crosshair-style sarcasm that they need to get their act together every time he has to handle a diaper change, feeding, etc. He's up with you at any hour day or night to help with the baby without a complaint, and regularly makes sure you're taking care of yourself also.