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Tech as a father Chapter 32

So, I am not sure about one word in it that I used correctly 'scheme' and google did not help me as it mostly translated it to plan. So still hope after re-reading and editing it, that it still fits in.

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Chapter 32: Tricky mission

Hunter's enhanced senses picked up on the approaching Republic transport, and his instincts immediately went on high alert. He turned toward the others, who were making their way to the hangar exit, and spoke in a hushed but urgent tone. "Wait a minute, something doesn't feel right about that transport. It's small, but there's something off."

Crosshair narrowed his eyes, scanning the hangar's entrance. "Off how? Like she is in there?" Hunter couldn't put his finger on it, but his instincts rarely led him astray. "I don't know yet, but most likely it will be her. Let's hold off for a moment and see who comes out of it."

The squad paused, their curiosity piqued as the small transport ship descended and landed with a soft thud. The ramp lowered, and two figures in in tunics disembarked. After lowering their hoods to see two familiar faces Jedi Master Amanda Pacem, accompanied by her Mon Calamari Padawan, Alma. Amanda's presence brought a mix of relief and unease to the squad. They knew the connections to Tech and Orion is delicate, and now she was here on Kamino.

Tech, still inside the Havoc Marauder with a now calming Orion, had no knowledge of the approaching visitors. He continued his attempts to soothe his distressed son, unaware of the unfolding situation in the hangar. Tech, focused entirely on Orion, held his son close and whispered soothing words. He was vaguely aware of the change in Orion's cries, the sudden stop in his wailing, but at the moment, his attention was solely on calming his distressed child. Momentarily forgetting the exchange he had with Amanda. All he wants right now is for Orion to be okay.

Outside, the squad watched as Amanda and Alma talked quietly, how the Master probably explains something to her Padawan. Crosshair, always alert, ha a hunch that something was amiss. "Hunter, something doesn't feel right. Amanda showing up here now, it's too coincidental." Hunter nodded, his hands resting on his hips. "Yeah, you do not need my senses to pick that up… But all stay on your guard. We don't know why she's here, but we'll have find out." “Did Tech say why she was coming?” Wrecker asks. “No but as we can hear Orion stopped crying.” Crosshair states in his usual sarcastic tone, toothpick between his lips.

As the engines give of the familiar sound of being turned down, they can see how Lama Su approaches to greet Amanda and Alma. “Echo, go tell Tech to stay in the ship.” “On it.” With that Echo turns to enter the ship. Tech felt torn. The thought of being so close to Amanda, yet unable to leave the ship with Orion, was like a vibroknife in his chest. He looked down at his son, who had quieted but still clung to him with tiny, trembling hands. "Echo, I should be out there," he said softly but firm. Echo gave him a sympathetic look. "I know, Tech. But orders are orders and please, they are from Hunter. We'll keep an eye on things out here. You take care of Orion."

As Echo left to re-join the others, Tech couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and worry. He turned his attention back to Orion, cradling him gently. "It's just you and me for now, little one," he whispered, trying to still offer comfort. Even if it is also more for himself. Tech managed to get a glimpse of Amanda through the cockpit viewport after he quickly went back there, though it was from a distance. His heart ached with longing as he watched her, wishing he could be by her side, even just for a moment. As Lama Su spoke to Amanda, Tech activated the ship's communication system, hoping to hear her voice. He held Orion close, as if sharing the moment with his son. Amanda's voice came through faintly, and Tech strained to listen. Tweaking easily on a few settings.

"Master Pacem," Lama Su's words were polite and diplomatic, "we understand the importance of your mission. We can provide troopers and medics to assist you in rebuilding the Jedi Temple and aiding the citizens of Callo." Tech listened intently, hoping that Amanda's response would be positive, but also knowing that their situation was delicate, especially with Orion in the picture. Amanda's voice remained composed, but Tech could sense a hint of frustration in her words. "Prime Minister Lama Su, I appreciate your willingness to assist in the rebuilding efforts, but I must admit I find it puzzling that I had to be called here in person for such a request. Surely, with your extensive resources and knowledge, you could have selected the most suitable clones and dispatched them to Callo without my presence?"

Lama Su nodded diplomatically, "Master Pacem, we hold your expertise in high regard, and we believe that your presence will ensure that the reconstruction efforts go smoothly. It is our way of demonstrating our commitment to the Jedi Order and the Republic. We get paid to provide the best." Tech could sense the tension in the conversation, and he wished there was something he could do to support Amanda from afar. He glanced down at Orion, who was fidgeting in his arms, seemingly picking up on the unease in the air.

Amanda's voice remained firm as she clarified, "Prime Minister Lama Su, I appreciate your confidence in my abilities. While healing is my primary focus, I understand that the situation may require additional skills. However, I must emphasize that my responsibilities on Callo, particularly with my Padawan, are of utmost importance. It is essential that we maintain a presence there." Alma, her Padawan, added with enthusiasm, "My Master is not just a healer; she's an exceptional combatant as well. We've handled difficult situations together, and her skills extend beyond the medical field!" Amanda looks amused down at her enthusiastic Padawan, her hand finding the familiar feeling when moving it over Alma’s head and playing with the chain of beads. “Thank you Alma.” Alma just grins up at Amanda, knowing that the touch is meant to ground her and her Master as well. “The bond between Master and Padawan.” Lama Su regarded Amanda thoughtfully, his eyes locked onto hers. Amanda's striking blue eyes seemed to intrigue him, and he pondered their conversation carefully.

Alma's grey big round eyes lit up as she spotted Clone Force 99 nearby. She tugged at Amanda's sleeve, excitement in her voice. "Master, look, it's Clone Force 99! They helped us when we were dealing with that Separatist barricade. Can I go say hello?" Amanda moved her hand reassuringly on Alma's shoulder, her blue eyes softening. "Not now, Alma. This is an important meeting, and we need to stay focused." Deep down, though, Amanda couldn't help but feel the comforting presence of Tech and their son, Orion. She knew they were on the Havoc Marauder, nearby but out of sight, she felt them. It was a bittersweet sensation, a reminder of the family she longed to be reunited with, and yet it felt like balm to her very being.

Lama Su continued to discuss the logistics of providing troopers and medics to assist in rebuilding the Jedi Temple on Callo, but Amanda's thoughts kept drifting to the ship and the two people who meant the galaxy to her, even if she couldn't see them right now. As Lama Su motioned for Amanda and Alma to follow him, he spoke in a casual tone, "Master Pacem, I couldn't help but notice your striking blue eyes. They are quite unique." Amanda offered a polite smile, but her mind raced. She knew that her blue eyes were a distinctive trait, one that had already drawn attention from the Kaminoans as of now. She wondered if this had anything to do with why she was summoned to Kamino, and her thoughts immediately went to Tech and Orion, hidden away on the Havoc Marauder. Was this some scheme? Tech did broach the topic of the Kaminoans starting to dig, what they both knew will happen. At least they hoped with her being a Jedi, she would not fall into focus.

Chapter 33

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @aalizazareth @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter

I will now probably start to add down here, the bits I usually shared at the start. So sick again, throat gives up. Due to health issiues I tend to get sick more often or harder, but used to it. Anyhow tomorrow is another day. Plus while now on my laptop posting, one of my cats tries to eat my smartwatch? Or clean it with her drooling lips :P

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Adventures in Babysitting

Masterlist

Chapter One: The Adventure Begins

Chapter Two: Finding Home

Chapter Three: Shipwreck

Chapter Four: Bad Ideas

More Chapters Coming

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Clan of Three Series

Clan of Three - Series Masterlist

A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Word Count: 149.9K

Season One:

Chapter One: The Mandalorian, The Child, and The Thief

Chapter Two: The Sin

Chapter Three: Sanctuary

Chapter Four: The Gunslinger and Past

Chapter Five: The Prisoner

Chapter Six: The Reckoning

Chapter Seven: Redemption

Season Two:

Chapter Eight: The Marshal

Chapter Nine: The Passenger

Chapter Ten: The Heiress

Chapter Eleven: The Siege

Chapter Twelve: The Jedi

Chapter Thirteen: Tragedy

Chapter Fourteen: The Rescue

The Book of Boba Fett:

Chapter One: The Mandalorian and The Jedi

Chapter Two: Return of the Mandalorian

Chapter Three: From the Desert Comes a Stranger

Chapter Four: In the Name of Honor

Season Three:

Chapter Fifteen: The Apostate

Chapter Sixteen: The Mines of Mandalore

Chapter Seventeen: The Challenge

Chapter Eighteen: The Foundling

Chapter Nineteen: The Pirate

Chapter Twenty: Guns for Hire (7/26)

Chapter Twenty-One: The Spies (8/2)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Coming Soon

Drabbles/One-Shots:

Crossing a line - (one-shot) high stakes can be the reason the innocence begins to crack. (Takes place between the end of Season 2 and BOBF)

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Wtf :(

Oh this is evil.

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In Honor of Tech I crochet this. Cried my eyes out yesterday and I haven't processed it fully BUT I'm going to ignore his death and continue believing he made it out alive.

I have a Mercari and Instagram username: @crochetcynthiacamp on both.

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Today, no matter what character you love the most. We are all a Tech lover today.

🩵🩷🩶

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Same, I also cried.

no one talk to me about bad batch for 6-7 business days, I will be in therapy

here's a pic of how the finale left me:

I am not well

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Please reblog if you're here for the story.

I watch The Bad Batch as an exploration of the beginning of the Empire from the perspective of a group of fugitives trying to get by in a galaxy that doesn't always make sense.

I'm here for their story.

I'm here for WHATEVER the writers, artists, and composers give us in their own good time. I want the plot to be given to me slowly. I want a character's redemption or further fall to have so much meat to it that I sit back and think, "Wow. They went through hell to get here."

I want to find out what makes the characters tick one morsel at a time, and I'm NOT going to complain about where the writers take them if it's not what I envisioned for them because it's the story.

Honestly, I'm finding this fandom to be a tedious place lately. A lot of people only seem to enjoy the show if they are given exactly what they want by the writers and the moment the show deviates from that, they complain.

I'm here for the story. Please reblog this or leave me a comment if you are too because I want to surround myself with other fans who are here for the Batch's story in whatever direction it takes us.

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I Only See Daylight - Masterlist

-title from “daylight” by taylor swift, the soundtrack to this fic-

want to be on the taglist? let me know! (please specify if you want to be on the list for this fic, or for all my fics)

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader (AFAB)

Series Info: Ongoing, set after The Mandalorian season 2/The Book of Boba Fett.

Updates on Mondays and Thursdays. No use of Y/N.

Summary: You’ve stayed in one place all this time, knowing that any move to leave could lead Them to find you.

But despite your desperate need to stay alone, to stay safe, when a Mandalorian and his child crash land in your middle-of-nowhere home needing help, you can’t turn them down. Not even when they offer to take you to see the Galaxy, no matter how dangerous it may be.

Tags/Warnings: slow burn, eventual smut, post-canon, trauma, past emotional/physical abuse, religious trauma, cults, scars, negative self-image, din working out his shit, reader working out her shit, found family, injury, heavy angst but also lots of fluff and love

Notes: each chapter will have individual warnings/tags. this is slow burn, i'm still writing it and we're at 100k words and counting. expect fluff, smut, angst, and appearances from mando’s friends :)

Chapters:

Chapter One (6.8k)

Chapter Two (6k)

Chapter Three (6.1k)

Chapter Four (4.2k)

Chapter Five (5.5k)

Chapter Six (4.9k)

Chapter Seven (7k)

Chapter Eight (10k)

Chapter Nine (4.8k)

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Rex – In Love And War 13 - Hunted

Warnings: Angst/Tension/Minor Injury

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A call for help that Rex and you answer ends in a tense chase.

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What Happened Before:

In Love And War

Part 2 -Noises In The Dark

Part 3 - Sinful Dreams

Part 4 - Mesh'la

Part 5 - Old Friends

Part 6 - Unspoken Things

Part 7 - Lies And Other Things About Love

Part 8 - Guilt And Forgiveness

Part 9 – Love At First Sight

Part 10 – Mine At Last

Part 11 - Unpleasant Surprises

Part 12 - Moving On

Part 13 - Hunted

Your lungs were already burning, your heart was racing, your entire body was just fueled by adrenaline at the moment. In quick succession, your and Rex's feet thumped across the metal floor as you ducked under blaster fire, moving through the corridors of a beat-up cruiser.

"I knew something would go wrong!" exclaimed Rex.

"Then why are we here?" you ask, out of breath, following him closely.

Rex says, also out of breath, "Because the boys needed our help".

Gregor and Wolffe had clashed with the Scrapers Guild while looking for shelter and had asked for assistance. Rex and you of course responded to their call for help immediately, however you were outnumbered and busy escaping at the moment.

After another bend, Rex suddenly braked sharply and you almost collided with him. Ahead of you was a hole in the ground and below it yawning deep, emptiness. It was too dark to see the bottom of the hole.

Rex pushed you aside, took a quick running start and jumped off, barely making the jump. On the other side, he stopped and held out his hands to you.

"Come on, do like me, take a little run-up and jump, I'll catch you".

You look down and shake your head.

"That's too far, I can't do that".

"Yes of course you can, you have to" Rex says sternly.

His arms still outstretched towards you, he nods.

"Come on, Cyare, you can do it".

You were far from sure, but you had no choice, you could already hear fast footsteps approaching, you had to do something, and you had to do it now. As Rex told you, you took a little run-up, with your heart racing you took off. At the same moment you were about to jump off, a small piece of metal broke away from under the foot with which you pushed yourself off the ground with.

In the first moment, it felt like the sudden descent in a roller coaster, or a misstep on a staircase. Your stomach seemed to jump and your heart to slide down your throat. You saw Rex's eyes widen, and he reached out to you in a panic, but his hands were still far too distant from you to grab you.

A scream came over your lips, shrill, terrified, panicked. You fell, into the dark. You heard Rex scream your name. It only lasted a few seconds, but they felt like half an eternity until you hit hard ground. The impact drove the air from your lungs. You landed on your side and your chest hurt incredibly.

"Cyare! Stay right there, I'm coming to get you! Cyare? Can you hear me?!"

You wanted to answer him, but it took you too long to gather yourself and catch your breath. Your pursuers had caught up and Rex had to leave his position.

You turned heavily on your back and looked up at where the light was coming from, it wasn't falling and didn't quite reach down to you. When you saw a few heads peering down over the edge of the hole, you were thankful for the darkness, because that meant they couldn't see you. Quiet as a mouse, you breathed as shallowly as possible and held perfectly still.

Rex ran to the next elevator shaft to get to the level where he thought you were. His heart was beating up into his throat, each step felt like an eternity. You hadn't answered him, and he hadn't been able to see you in the darkness down there, he didn't know how you were doing if you were even still alive, but he held on to hope.

When he reached the elevator shaft, he first had to pry open the doors, which was harder than he expected. It took a little while, which only made Rex more nervous; he wanted to get to you as soon as possible.

He thought of Wolffe and Gregor, your paths had involuntarily parted in the course of the escape, he didn't know exactly where they were. He hoped they were okay, but right now all he could think about was you. Somewhere in the back of his mind he kept seeing you fall, the event played over and over in his mind's eye like a little horror movie.

Rex blamed himself, he shouldn't have pushed you like that, but what else could he have done? He couldn't possibly have foreseen that a piece of the floor would break away, but the self-critical part of his mind accused himself of just that.

Finally, he had pried open the doors of the elevator shaft, made his way inside and climbed down. The turbo lifts had long since stopped running in the old junk cruiser. He was tense, frantic, almost slipped off one of the ladder rungs in his haste and fell into the depths himself.

At the level where he thought you were, he climbed back out of the elevator shaft and found himself in almost complete darkness. He could barely see his own hand in front of his eyes. Very carefully, he put one foot in front of the other.

He called out in a whisper.

"Cyare? I'm here, don't worry, I'll come and get you. Come on, say something! Where are you?"

When you hear Rex's voice in the darkness, somewhere near you, calling for you in a whisper, your heart leaps with joy.

"Rex," you call back in an equally whispery voice, "I'm here, Rex."

Your side hurt a lot, maybe bones were broken or banged up, either way your side was badly bruised, the pain was pulling and stabbing as you slowly stand up to head in the direction of Rex's voice. Every breath hurt, but you held yourself bravely upright and slowly walked toward his voice.

"Rex?"

"Here," Rex said softly, relieved, reaching for you.

You felt his strong hands gently but firmly grasp your arms in the darkness. His sigh of relief was unmistakable. He immediately pulled you to him, "Oh, thank the Maker."

You drew in a sharp breath as your side ached as he hugged you.

"What's the matter? Are you hurt?"

"I don't know," you said honestly, "Could be, I landed on my side, it's at least a bruise, maybe more, but I can walk"

"I'm so sorry-"

"It wasn't your fault" you interrupted him, "Please don't blame yourself"

With a sigh, he said, "I shouldn't have brought you here at all"

"Don't be silly, Rex, stop that and focus on the here and now. What's the next step? Focus, Captain!"

You hear him sigh again, but then he says seriously, "We go back, climb to another level and look for a way out from there"

You nodded at him, then realized he probably can't see the gesture and said, "Okay, let's go."

Gregor grabbed Wolffe's hand and pulled him over the edge to the next level.

"I think we lost them," Gregor said, a little out of breath.

Wolffe grumbled, "For now."

With a little chuckle, Gregor said, "Such a pessimist. You haven't changed, Wolffe"

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Wolffe did not dignify that statement with any comment. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, after all he had been on these cruisers more often in the past.

Wolffe actually always looked serious and critical, yet Gregor could see his brother's dark thoughts.

"Rex and his girlfriend are fine, they can take care of themselves," he said with conviction.

Wolffe grumbled, "We shouldn't have called them here, by doing so we put them in danger unnecessarily."

Gregor said, "Rex is a soldier, a brother, he will gladly take this danger and just like you and me, he will overcome it and put it behind him, you will see."

Wolffe sighed but finally nodded and said, "You're not quite right in the head, but you're probably right"

Gregor didn't feel offended, he just laughed softly and said, "Of course I'm right, now come on, we have to move on. We'll meet them at the shuttle for sure"

No sooner had he uttered the words than a blaster shot hit the wall right next to his head.

"Kriffin hell!" growled Wolffe.

Gregor drew his own blaster, two well-aimed shots hit the shooter.

"This promises to be interesting," he said, chuckling, and took off running.

No sooner had he uttered the words than a blaster shot hit the wall right next to his head.

"Kriffin hell!" growled Wolffe.

Gregor draws his own blaster, two well-aimed shots hit the shooter.

"This promises to be interesting," he said, chuckling, and took off running.

Wolffe following right behind him grumbles, "You're way too happy about this crap."

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Hi! I just wanna say that I love your writing style sm <3

I was hoping if you would be open to a fluff fic with Tech where him and the reader are fixing the Marauder or just sitting in the cockpit and the reader asks Tech a question and Tech starts to kind of ramble on about it then he catches himself and apologizes for it since most people don’t like it but the reader tells him it’s relaxing and they enjoy hearing him talk about what he knows/enjoys

Ty! Have a good day :)

Aww thank you! And I love this idea! So sorry for the wait:)

Overdoing it?

Tech x reader

The maurader has been recently damaged, you and Tech have been assigned to fix it, while Hunter, Wrecker and Omega went to get some supplies and well Echo left with Rex. So this was the first time in months you and Tech have actually had any alone time.

"Y/n can you hand me the wrench" Tech asked not taking his eyes of the damaged part of the maurader as he held his hand out for the wrench

"here you go Tech" you replied

"Thank you my darling" Tech said taking the wrench out of your hand and tightening some bolts on the maurader

"Well that should do it for now" Tech said wiping some sweat off his forehead, and he looked over anything he missed before you two went back inside the maurader. You both went into the cockpit to sit down and have some ice cold drinks.

Tech sat in the pilot seat on his datapad and you just sat there admiring your intelligent man, you the brought your attention to the control panel and looked over them.

"hey Tech?" You asked

"yes y/n?" Tech responded looking up from his datapad noticing you were looking at the control panel.

"what does this button do?" You asked pointing at the cyan colored button.

"well thats our auto pilot mode, we mostly use it when we are sleeping or preferably when I'm working on any of my devices and can't control the ship, however the button next to it, I wouldn't advice touching considering it will deactivate all our weapons, including the gunner and the shields, we only used it once when-" Tech caught himself mid sentence worrying he was talking too much

"I apologize y/n I shouldn't be annoying you with all my knowledge on the maurader" he said breaking eye contact with you

You reached your hands out to hold his and brought one hand to cup his cheek "Tech it's not annoying I enjoy hearing you talk" you said smiling brightly, for some reason you never could annoyed with hearing him talk, to you it was fascinating, but to Tech he wasn't

"Mesh'la? Are you sure? I know I can be over talkative, my brothers tell me all the time that I have a tendency to spit out more facts then I should" he said cocking an eyebrow at you

"Tech I enjoy when you spit out facts, I find it relaxing hearing you speak" you said softly and brushed your thumb against his cheek, Tech kissed your palm and pulled you onto his lap.

"well would you like to hear more facts?" Tech asked putting his hand on your waist

"I'd love to" you said and rested your head on his shoulder relaxed as you listened to Tech tell you a bunch of facts about the maurader or any different species. Tech enjoyed that you cared so much.

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Jealous? It’s Obvious

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 3k

You didn’t think jealousy was in your nature. But when a new arrival attempts to make a move on Tech, your jealousy is more than obvious.

Warnings: spoilers season 2 episode 1. Jealous reader, mutual pining. slight angst, mentions of injury but finished with fluff. Not proofread, a little rushed and not my best work ngl

Masterlist

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All in all, that mission could have gone a lot worse. The cargo was received and nobody was harmed perhaps aside from Echo’s ego as you had a little stumble.

You’re walking alongside Omega, heading into Cid’s parlor which was pretty much a new home to you all. After all, it seemed like you never left. But, Cid wasn’t the only one in her small ‘office’ if you could call it that.

A woman was lazed on her chair, legs placed lazily on the desk and a drink in her hand. You already felt wary about the new arrival, especially when you hear that she already seemed to know about the Batch being a bunch of rogue clones being hunted from the empire. You liked Cid, though in your mind it was still questionable if she could be trusted thoroughly.

You stayed quiet for the most part, letting the others take lead in the conversation but as Phee - you learned her name to be - drew near, you couldn't help but be a little more on edge.

When she comments on the ‘quality of control’ of them you have to bite your tongue from saying anything. There have been many times when others have mocked the Clones for how they appeared and it never sat right with you. Despite it seeming not at all vicious in her tone, you still didn’t like it.

“Hey now. Got a name, brown eyes?”

You had to do a double-take as she addressed one of the Batchers and when you saw it was Tech, there was a horrible and tight feeling in your chest. You looked away instantly, jaw clenched tight and your arms tucked behind your back to hide your name shaking hands.

It was clear as day what it was; jealousy. A feeling you had never felt before yourself but to see the man you like getting hit on, it was painful. It shouldn’t affect you nor should you hold Tech back about pursuing something. But, it was fairly clear to everyone but him that you had harbored feelings for him. A lot. Your mind was whirling and you were doing your utmost to block everything out.

Then, you felt a nudge at your side and turned your head to see Hunter giving you an odd look. “Don’t worry.” He mouths quietly, sensing the quick drop in your heart rate.

You gave him an appreciative nod but was a little relieved to hear that Tech did not flinch to her advances.A veryTech thing to do. Which is probably why he never got the hint that you had feelings for him. Then again, you yourself never had the courage to pursue it.

“Oh? This one here didn’t like me calling you that, brown eyes.”

If you weren’t agitated before, you were now. Your body stiffens as you see Phee looking directly at you, smug. You’re doing your utmost to seem unfazed but as she saunters to you and slips an arm over your shoulder, blood is draining from your face. “What’s the matter girly? This one your boyfriend?”

She turns you both to face Tech who now just looked as puzzled as ever. His eyes latch onto your face, painted in humiliation, but you didn’t dare even look back at him. You could not confess your feelings like this - not at all.

“No.”

Phee raises a brow. “No? Seems to me there is something there.” She laughs, the others not joining in and just felt as painfully awkward as you did. “What’s your name beautiful?”

There was hesitance on your half, head looking to the side as you mumbled your name to her. She repeats it aloud, nodding her head slowly and gazes back to Tech. “She isn’t your girlfriend?”

“No, but she is a valid and strong member of this squad and I doubt she appreciates-.”

“None of them are my boyfriend.” You snap this time, cutting off Tech but look right at her with a face of thunder. She doesn’t seem taken aback by your abruptness and rather revels in it.

“Good! Looks like I can get to know brown eyes more then.” She pats your shoulder once and slips away as if to get a rise out of you.

You return to stand beside Hunter as she then moves onto Wrecker and subtly, Hunter places a hand to your upper back as if it was a sign of comfort.

Though you felt like you didn’t need comforting you still felt the tears prick to the corners of your eyes. With a gaze strong on you, you side-glance to Tech to see him watching you with an unreadable expression. The second your eyes had met, you looked away and cursed silently as a small tear slipped down your cheek. Once the briefing was done, where you didn’t even clock onto the new missions details, you fled Cid’s office.

Tech had never seen you so uncomfortable before and he was not certain if he had imagined you crying or not. You’re often well relaxed, carefree and never get emotional. So why was this time different? Why was Phee’s questioning about your relationship with him something that set tears to your eyes.

He is stumped, fearing that it could have been perhaps something he said. He would never admit it himself but he always valued your thoughts and fairly valued your looks too.

Many times he had been distracted in his work because you would walk by or give him a cup of caf. He just didn’t know that it was because he had developed feelings for you. But seeing as Phee clearly thought that the two of you were in a relationship, maybe you felt the same?

When you’re all back on the ship, having agreed to this mission if it meant more freedom, you’re with Omega in the gunners mount. She had hair overheard Echo talking about her and as you tried to console her, she then turned the comfort back on you.

“Have you spoken to Tech?”

The sudden question made you blink in surprise and there was a little jitter in your tummy at the mention of his name. “No, why should I?”

Omega smiles sadly at you, noticing your ‘unbothered’ reaction. “Because you were jealous that Phee was flirting with him.”

“Maybe.” You grumble, pulling your legs to your chest. “It wasn’t that obvious was it?”

“I don’t think Tech noticed.” She shrugs, head tilting and resting on Lula. “But at least he brushed her off.”

That was true. When you were trying to ignore the steam hissing out your ears, you overheard him discussing the pigmentation to the Clones eyes. But, if someone as pretty as Phee doesn’t sway him… how could you?

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

What could have been the start to a better life soon vanished the moment the team got separated. Yourself, Omega, Echo and Tech were trapped and you didn’t even know where the others two were.

Admittedly you were a little distracted throughout the day, with what haloed at Cid’s parlor but you knew you had to get your head straight the second Tech got injured. Your heart was racing and you were trying to hide your panic as you slung his arm around your shoulder helping him hobble towards the far end of the container so it didn’t tip even further. “Do you feel okay? Not woozy or anything?” You ask with caution to which he shook his head, hissing softly as you help him take a seat on a crate.

“Other than the ache in my leg, I feel fine. Femur fractures are quite common in the spoils of war though not exactly ideal. Especially in our predicament.” He looks at you, seeing the sympathetic look on your face.

“We have to find a way to get you out of here but I don’t want you putting pressure on that leg.”

When you all come up with a plan, you allow Omega and Echo climb up first to safety, your throat in your mouth as you realise it doesn’t look to be the easiest climb. But, it was better than falling to your death.

“May I ask you a question?” You’re in the process of tying a sturdy cable around Tech’s waist, knowing he’s in no capacity to try and scale the mountain side you’re all hanging off when he speaks up.

Glancing up, you nod for him to continue, making sure the knot is tight but probably not as tight as the feeling in your throat at his question. “What did Cid’s acquaintance, Phee, mean when she addressed how you apparently did not like the way she spoke to me?”

You avoid eye contact and merely shrug. “I don’t know.” You say quietly, tying yourself up to a separate cable but your hands are fidgeting a little bit too much to focus.

Tech notes your sudden change in shy demeanor and gets the hint that you’re lying to him which was very rare of you. “You’re also uncertain as to why she singled me out if we were courting or not and why it was enough to make you cry?”

A rush of blood travels up your neck, ashamed that you had cried over it in the first place. But as you look back at him, a pointed expression is on his face, you sigh. “If you’re gesturing to something Tech, just say it.”

He had been thinking about this for the last few hours, ever since he saw your reaction. Though he didn’t understand the sudden issue, he went ahead and spoke to Hunter about it. And if Hunter’s hesitance in telling him the truth was correct, he would feel a little foolish at his next choice of words.

“Forgive me if I am wrong but, you were jealous.”

Your hands still on the still unfastened cable around your waist, Tech seeing how your chest heaved as you sucked in a deep breath and gave out a shaky exhale. “I don’t get jealous, Tech.”

“But you were in that moment, no?” He limps forward a little towards you, noticing your struggle. “Here, allow me.” His steady hands come up and take a grasp of your predicament, gloved fingers gently swatting yours away and tying you up to safety. Meanwhile you could only stare at him wide-eyed, a little bashful too.

“If I am correct, I do not see why you have anything to be jealous of. She would not have replaced you and,” he pauses, tossing words around in his mind before he continues, “I would only feel flattered if someone like you would ‘flirt’ with me. If that was what Phee was doing.”

You’re silent, head looking down and watching as he expertly fastens you up. But, your silence plays on his expert mind.

Tech takes a little bit of a gamble. If it goes horribly then maybe him plummeting down the cliff wasn’t such a bad thing. “Do you think jealousy would have surfaced if Phee had flirted with the others?”

You feel queasy, the tone of his voice was slightly hushed, afraid that others would hear even if nobody else was around. “I don’t think so.”

Although you seemed very shy, his insides were growing warm at your confession. Finally managing to make you admit what he had been wanting to hear for a while. “That is interesting. Truthfully, I spoke to Hunter about it and it did not occur to me that she was so called ‘flirting’ with me as it seems implausible.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well,” he shifts his position, leg starting to ache again but waits until he knows you’re secure before he leans against a crate, catching his breath, “others would favor my other brothers.”

You hate hearing him talk down about himself and carefully sit beside him. “Don’t say that. You’re very handsome and sweet Tech. Anybody would be lucky to have you.”

There’s a warmth flowing through his body at your words. He knows that this wasn’t flirting, instead it was you being honest and true with him. “So do me the honors in answering this, so I know Hunter did not lie to me… do you like me?”

You turn your head to face him, heart beating a little fast and you were glad he didn’t have the Sergeant’s senses. “Remember when you said if ‘someone like me’ flirted with you?”

He nods, a little confused.

“Well what if it was me?” You find the courage that had been eating away at you, pleading to get out. A subtle disclosure of your feelings for Tech.

“Mesh’la,” there’s a sigh of relief in his tone, suddenly forgetting the pain in his leg, “I like you too. Tremendously. Though I must admit if you had ever advanced in flirting with me I was clearly none the wiser.” He chuckles, cheeks pink. There’s a moment where he raises his hand and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face before his gloved hand cups your cheek, digits gently caressing at your skin.

“I would very much like to kiss you, too.”

Not needing to say anymore, you leaned into him and allowed your lips to brush against one another. It’s gentle, subtle, but perfect. It only lasted a few seconds before you pulled back after hearing Echo telling us to ‘hurry up down there!’.

“Unfortunately Echo is correct and we must escape this vessel before we fall to our deaths. Otherwise this uplifting conversation would have been for nothing.” He pushed his goggles up the tip of his nose as they slid down but you both didn’t leave until you place another kiss to his jaw.

“Let’s talk about this later, yeah?”

“Of course.”

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[misscampacyn]

crosshair is a panty snatcher pass it on

Yes, he fucking is. This headcanon awoken something in me, I need to be bonked with the anti-horny stick. (female reader)

"Where are my-" you mutter to yourself, digging around your room, trying to find a certain pair of underwear that you haven't seen in a while. You've done at least two loads of laundry since you last wore them, and they're yet to show up. You fear that they may have been left in the washer, but you're certain the Batch would have returned them to you, considering you're the only woman on board.

After turning your room upside down, you come to terms with the fact that they're not here. The only other place they could possibly be is Crosshairs room, so you dart across the hallway and enter his small quarters unannounced, barely interacting with him as you shut the door behind you. "Have you seen my underwear?" you ask, and Crosshair chuckles at the random interaction: having you randomly storm into his room and ask where your clothing is.

"Which pair?" he questions, looking up from you on his bed. His legs are crossed, back against the wall, with his holopad in hand.

"My favourite pair, you know the one," you vaguely explain, waving your hand as you talk. Before Crosshair can answer, you've already begun digging through his room, rummaging through the few items that he keeps.

"Why would they be in here?" he raises a brow, watching you pull out his weapons locker from beneath his bunk and flick through it. You're not going to put it past Crosshair to keep a pair of your panties in his kit, maybe wrapped around his rifle for good luck, shrugging the sight off whenever people question it.

"I dunno," you mutter as you shove the kit back under his bunk, and begin slipping your hands beneath his duvet, rummaging under his bedding, just to be certain.

Crosshair lets out a mixture between a laugh, and a grumble, with a nervous tone to it. "Cyar'ika, they're not here," he rolls his eyes, and attempts to pull your hands from beneath his bedding.

"Let me be sure," you frown, moving your hands up the bedding until you reach his pillow. Nothing is beneath it, and you're about to begin rummaging through his set of draws, until you feel the odd sensation of bunched up fabric in a corner of his pillow.

Pulling the pillow towards you, you slip your hand beneath the cover, heading in the direction of the anomaly. Your eyes lock onto Crosshair's, who, for the first time in his life, looks sheepish. His expression alone reads, "well, I've been caught," yet his eyes turn even wider as you pull out your missing pair of panties from his pillow.

Holding them up in one hand, you glare at Crosshair. Tension is thick in the air, sprinkled with confusion; Crosshair gulps, and after what feels like hours of silence, you speak up. "Why?" is all you ask.

Crosshair has the audacity to shrug, so you playfully swat him with your missing panties. "I'm not mad, I'm just... confused," you explain. That statement alone helps Crosshair relax, but it still takes him a few moments before he finally speaks up.

"I like to masturbate with them," he lightly shrugs.

"Oh," you sigh. In some ways, you're a little hurt, not that he sometimes masturbates alone as you do to, but that he can't come to you to retrieve a clean pair. "You mean, by wearing them? Or-"

"-Smelling them," Crosshair finally coughs up the truth, and gulps heavily again when the words fall from his lips.

"Oh," you sigh once more, raising your brows curiously. The missing pair of panties is quickly dropped onto Crosshairs bunk, and you stand up off the floor, a sly smile plastered across your lips.

"What are you doing?" Crosshair mutters as you shimmy down your pants, your current panties falling to your ankles seconds after, to which you step out of them and pick them up, holding them tightly in your grasp.

"Giving you a fresh pair," you wickedly reply, and Crosshair groans at your dominant tone, his hands reaching out to grab at you as you begin climbing onto his bunk, noticing his semi-hard cock straining against his comfortable sweatpants.

"Here's what you're going to do as your punishment for stealing my things. I'm going to hold my panties against your nose as you jerk yourself, but you're not allowed to cum until I give you permission, got it?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

[misscampacyn]

Am I not good enough?

Tech x reader

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You overhear Crosshair teasing tech about how smart you are. Tech takes offense and calls you an idiot in front of you without realizing it.

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Warning: angst with happy ending/slight love confessions

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“It’s funny how she fixes the ship’s hyperdrive faster than you sometimes”

You stopped right by the doorway. You made sure no one saw you though.

Tech didn’t say anything but his face looked annoyed.

“She’s says a lot of big words like tech does. She’s pretty smart like him”

Wrecker clearly didn’t understand that Crosshair was trying to get under Tech’s skin. You did smile subconsciously at wrecker’s compliment.

“It looks like someone is jealous.”

Tech just sulked at Crosshair

“What? Loth cat got your tongue.. are you just embarrassed to admit that there’s someone as smart as you”

You thought he was getting a little too harsh and stepped into the doorway to stop Crosshair.

“She’s nothing compared to me! I can program anything and she can’t! She’s an idiot when it comes to most tasks I can do!”

You were absolutely dumbfounded. Tech was the kindest to you. He Aldiss offered advice and taught you all kinds of things.. why would he say that now.

“Um.. tech-“

Echo tried to tell tech you were standing in the doorway but tech interrupted him.

“In fact, I’m insulted you would compare her skills to mine”

Now it was crosshairs turn to stop tech. He grabbed his brothers shoulder and made him turn around.

He then came face to face with you.. everyone was quiet. Tech’s face scrunched in disbelief. You just stood there with a frown on your face and your arms wrapped around you.

“At least you’re honest”

You turned around and stalked to the makeshift campfire outside. Tech was still standing there. He acted out of anger and it ended up hurting you.

Tech needed to fix this but he didn’t know how.. his brothers all left him to his lonesome. He figured they knew he needed to do this himself.

He made his way outside.

“Can you come inside please? I need your help..”

“You need my help or are you just trying to brush off the bullshit you said?”

“Neither.. I’m trying to apologize but. Im not good at it. None of us have had many interactions with people..”

“And that’s an excuse..?”

“Not entirely. I know you understand because you don’t sound that angry..”

“Are you just.. annoyed? Do you feel challenged by my presence?”

“I will admit. Since you’ve joined our team I feel.. less needed. We all had the thing that made us unique or useful but.. it seems me and you have the same gift. And it’s more impressive for you to have your intelligence because you weren’t engineered to be that way. You are actually gifted..”

“Tech.. you are gifted. There are many things I can’t do.. like you said. Which brings me to my final question.. am I not good enough for you?”

“Not good enough? What do you mean?”

“Am I not smart to be with you..”

“Be with me?… oh. Oh my. I”

“Yes tech. I want to be with you.. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.. I admire your intelligence.. but if you don’t think I’m good enough-“

He cut you off by slamming his lips to yours. It was gentle but passionate.

“My dear.. it wouldn’t matter if you were smarter than me or had no knowledge of any technology.. I’ve always loved you.. but my insecurities got the best of me.. I lashed out. And I hurt you..”

“Tech.. it’s somewhat my fault.. I told Crosshair I had a crush on you.. and he was trying to get under your skin. Im sorry”

“You don’t have to be sorry.. now I did actually need your help. My hands are too big to reach the wiring”

You giggled loudly and grabbed his hand, pulling him inside the ship with you.

“And I want your help.. with social interaction and communication..”

“Well let’s start with calling it.. conversation”

You smiled and you both got to work.

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[misscampacyn]

Found | Din Djarin

Din Djarin x Original Kenobi Female Character

Satine and Obi-wans' daughter fought in the war against the Empire and lost her faith when she lost Mandalore. Until she found him. A lone Mandalorian who was searching for a Jedi.

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[misscampacyn]

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Pairings: Wolffe x Fem!OC, a bit of Comet x Fem!OC

Summary: The 104th battalion's new medic Rose comes into the scene dazzling everyone, ready for anything life as a battalion medic will ofer to her after having spent much too long secluded in a medical station orbiting Rishi. While she forms close friendships with the troopers, she and commander Wolffe never seem to get along. As arguments between them heat up, Wolffe is challenged to make Rose fall in love with him, a game that by no means will end well for either of them.

{Cross-posted to AO3} {Cross-posted to Wattpad}

Rating: Explicit for sexual content. 18+. Minors DNI.

Tags: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, alcohol use, descriptions of injury (no gore), pining, voyeurism, PiV sex, soft, angry, and rebound sex, love triangle, canon typical violence. Please check each individual chapter's tags and/or the tags listed on my AO3!

Status: Completed

Chapter 1 - Field of Roses

Chapter 2 - Thorns

Chapter 3 - Pricked

Chapter 4 - Bud

Chapter 5 - Spike

Chapter 6 - Petal

Chapter 7 - Flora

Chapter 8 - Garden

Rose portrait via Azalea's Dolls

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FAMILY PT. 15 | Crosshair x fem!reader

CROSSHAIR X PREGNANT!READER

Description: On your way to Corellia, a little downtime before life becomes chaos once again.

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A final shot of frigid water douses you as you hit the fresher control, turning off the shower. A shiver runs down your spine as you slide your hands up over your brow, pushing wet tendrils of hair back from your face. You’re freezing but clean. You sigh. Turning around you hold out a hand, focusing on the towel hanging on the back of the door and pull it towards you. A tug of the Force has it floating through the air until it’s in your hands. You’re being lazy and you don’t give a damn. It was only a few steps away but the cold shower has set you to shaking and the sooner you can dry off, the better.

The door to the fresher slides open allowing you to peek out at the room. The bed is empty, there’s no sign that anyone but you has been in there. You narrow your gaze on the bag on the far table. Raking your fingers through your hair, you let out a sigh and make your way across the crew quarters. The towel drops. You toss it onto a chair and start to rifle through your bag. You only brought another change of clothes, a light robe, leggings and tunic. You hadn’t exactly had a lot of time to pack when you left Ord Mantell.

You’ve pulled on your bottoms, fresh underwear and warm black leggings, one hand pressed to your belly as you shake your head.

“Get all your kicks out now little one,” you say as your baby kicks again and again as if they’re dancing to a song you can’t hear. “It’s gonna be a long day for us both without you raising a storm.”

As if they understand you’ve given them permission, the kicks turn a touch harder to your side and you stiffen, holding your breath. It’s not horrible pain, but it stings as though they hit something important. Then it fades. Slowly, you release the air in your lungs through pursed lips, rubbing your palm over the naked skin of your left side as the child inside you finally settles down.

You don’t hear the door open behind you. You’re distracted to the point you barely notice the presence behind you.

“Y/N I--- Oh.”

You turn around to find Cross walking through the door, eyes scanning the room, searching for you, before he stops, eyes widening in surprise.

And here you are. Topless. Hunched over like a Shaak.

Looking down you snatch a grey tunic off the table, and unfold it quickly, draping it out in front of you, hiding behind hit, though the curve of your stomach is still obnoxiously visible. You turn back to Crosshair and swallow dryly as you find his gaze centered on that curve. The tunic in your hands raises a bit as you twist just enough to feel like you’re hiding more of your body from his view.

Part of you wants to laugh. He’s seen you naked countless times before so why hide? But things have changed now, not just physically speaking either.

“Did you need something?” you ask him and his eyes snap up, jaw clenching.

He folds his arms and leans against the inner edge of the doorway. “We’re about an hour out from Corellia,” he says, voice flat, eyes flickering between your face and your stomach and you wish he’d stop.

“Alright,” you tell him, expecting him to turn on his heel and let you finish getting dressed. But he doesn’t move. He just keeps look at you, ogling you. “Was there something else?” you ask softly and he finally focuses on meeting your gaze. He’s silent for a moment. Then he pushes off the wall and steps towards you.

“When we get there, I need you to stay on the ship,” he says and you stand silent for a moment as you stare at him.

Then you shake your head. “You can’t ask me to do that.” You hold your tunic tighter to your chest as he steps towards you and he stops a foot away from you. “Cross, my master is there---”

“We don’t know who is out there,” he cuts you off. “We could be walking into a trap, we probably are, Y/N and you’re six months---”

“Seven months.”

“---pregnant,” he finishes as you correct him, your eyes meeting for a moment. He frowns at that and looks down, taking in a quick breath before straightening up once again. “Don’t fight with me on this,” he pleads, eyes narrowing in on your face as you watch him. You swallow. Your mouth feels dry and you let out a sigh, shaking your head as you shrug.

“I’m not fighting anymore, Cross,” you tell him, turning your back to him. He lets out a sigh of relief as you pull your tunic over your head.

“So, you and Omega can stay on the ship—”

“No.”

You tug the hem of your tunic down into place and twist around to look at him. “I’m still going,” you say and he blinks. Leaning down, you grab a blue robe and scarf from your bag and drape them over your arm as you move past him, walking towards the door. “I’m just not fighting you anymore.”

His footsteps pound after you as you pause, hitting the door controls with the back of your hand. You turn to look at him. “Y/N, please, listen to me.”

You tilt your head back so you are face to face, ignoring the way his fingers are wrapping around your bicep. “I’m going, Cross,” you say, peering up at him as his eyes scan your face. The door hisses open behind you and you step back, out of his hold. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

His footsteps follow in your wake. “You don’t have to do anything.”

You turn to face him as you stop to pull on your robe. “Cross…”

“Stay here,” he says coming to stop in front of you, just out of arms reach. “Give me the coordinates and we’ll scope it out. If it’s safe---”

You shake your head at that. “A squad of clones showing up on Diayah’s doorstep isn’t going to go well. I have to go.”

You wrap your scarf around your neck quickly, situating it so the length hangs in front of you, hiding the swell of your stomach. At least a little. As you finish, you look back at Cross and face the full brunt of one of his most notorious glares. He’s never looked at you like that before and fear and dread twist through the inner workings of your stomach.

Cross shakes his head and looks to the side. You wet your lips before asking, “What is it?”

“Are you…” he turns to face you, anger and confusion plain as day on his face, “trying to make some kind of point?”

“What point?” Biting his tongue, Cross turns to the side as if he’s readying to stalk off. But he stops himself.

“You’ve already done a great job of making me feel guilty, Y/N, you don’t have to go to Corellia to drive the nails in deeper.”

You take a breath as he stares at you, before tilting your head, keeping eye contact with him as you speak slowly and clearly, voice level. “Cross, whatever problems you and I have, this isn’t one of them.”

He stares at you and you swallow any of the barbed words that tease your tongue. This isn’t the time for them. Because what you’ve said is true, and no matter what Crosshair believes, no matter what he’s thinking: you know the risks, you know the way, and you know that you have to go to Corellia yourself.

You shake your head as he drops his gaze, lifts his arm and wipes his nose on his sleeve with a short sniff. You step forward, pausing only as he shifts from one foot and steps back, eyes flickering up to look at you briefly. Your shoulders slump.

“Cross, right now isn’t the time to get into this, but we need to talk,” you hold up a hand as he opens his mouth, “after we’re through on Corellia.” His mouth falls into his signature thin line of a frown, eyebrows furrowing as he chews on the inside of his cheek. “We’ll talk about everything then. No arguing, just talking, but right now I need you to trust me.”

“I…” he trails off, hands falling to his sides. “I do trust you, Y/N, but I need you safe –” he glances down and gestures with a small wave of his fingers to your stomach. “Both of you.”

Your shoulders rise up as you set your hands to your belly and you just barely miss the way he sucks in a quick breath. You bite your lip and settle a hand where a soft kick pushes against your palm.

“And I’m trusting you to keep us safe, Cross,” you tell him, voice softening into a whisper. “Can you do that?”

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READ part Sixteen

A/N: So I am really dragging you guys. I finished that work project Sunday and flew home and I'm really starting to kind of feel burnt out a bit with just life in general. But anywho I'll stop whining:

This chapter was supposed to be a bigger fight but as I was writing I decided that Y/N is tired of fighting Cross. Cross is tired of fighting Y/N. And I definitely headcanon that Cross needs a significant other that can cut through all the chaos and lay it out. Not that he follows what she says all the time. But they have their moments. We also might be having a smut chapter.... eventually. I'll be sure to put adequate warnings for anyone that's not into those.

Will we see over-protective Cross on Corellia? Hang in there for Chapter 16!!!

There are aboooooooout 5? chapters left. So if you have a baby name in mind we're closing in on your last chance to be the lucky namer-er...

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