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corruptedmaiawrites · 2 months

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Shards of Loyalty

Amidst the shadows of betrayal and loyalty, one rebel medic must navigate fractured bonds in the heart of the Empire's darkness.

Fandom: Star Wars, The Bad Batch

Pairing: Wolffe x Reader

Content: Angst as the reader briefly reunites with Wolffe on Teth

Warnings: Spoilers for TBB S3ep06+07

Word Count: 2,978

A/N: I watched the episode, cried, then spent all my time writing this. Also, I couldn't help but have Gregor simp for the reader in this one. Art in divider is by lornaka.

Sitting around the grey flexsteel table, laughter danced around you, as soft giggles spilled from your lips. Your eyes closed briefly as your cheeks rose, a toothy grin wide across your face in a way that made each corner hurt. Across from you was the other source of joyful sounds, in his worn, white plastoid commando armour. His features were spread into a similar grin, crow's feet crinkled about his chestnut brown eyes that glinted in the artificial light of the ship’s interior, and the worn lines upon his tan skin stretched about his smile. A small, stray strand on his dark, slicked-back hair had fallen out of place, which he brushed back into place with a quick swipe of his gloved hand.

As you calmed your laughs, you shifted your hand to take hold of your cup of caf that sat on the table in front of you, the earthy smell of it curling in your nose as you inhaled. Before taking a sip of it, you tilted your head towards the clone opposite you as he rubbed the side of his face, trying to calm his laughter that was greater than yours.

“As soon as we land, I’m going to go get Nemec to confirm that, Gregor,” you teased him softly, to which the clone burst into another bout of laughter.

“You don’t trust me?” Gregor cooed as his laughs subsided again, pointing an accusatory finger at you. It wasn’t serious though, the lop-sided smirk on his face making it evident.

You rolled your eyes softly, placing your hand around the warm cup and lifting it to take a sip. The caf inside tasted too dry and was bitter on your tongue. Yet, you focused on Gregor, paying the poor taste of the caf little mind. “That mission was wild, I need to hear Nemec’s account. I believe you… but, maker, I need to hear more.”

Gregor chuckled softly at that, raising his cup of caf to his lips as you spoke. Yet, you noticed his dark chestnut hues shift from looking at you, moving to looking at the stairs towards the cockpit. The heavy sound of metal prosthetic legs, slightly muted by boots, traveled down to the table. In the doorway, Echo emerged, his pallid features holding a sense of alarm. He cut to the chase, his caramel eyes settling upon both you and Gregor as he spoke.

“Rex commed. Imperials have discovered the base at the spire. They need extracting, ASAP. We’re about five parsecs away.”

You flicked your eyes back to Gregor, whose dark eyes had now hardened with solemnity. There was an unspoken understanding between you three. Your voice vocalized before you even registered it, holding an almost emotionless tone to it.

“Affirmative.”

You pushed yourself from your chair as Gregor simultaneously stood. You all knew what needed to be done, no orders were needed. That’s how this little group of rebels worked, efficiently like a well-oiled droid; not like the Separatist clankers, but like the whirring of a reliable R-series astromech.

Gregor shifted past you on your right, raising a hand to place gently on your shoulder. His digits gave a gentle, but brief squeeze before departing, a small gesture of reassurance. It was all you needed to push yourself forward, to walk down the familiar corridors of the ship towards the medbay.

Once in the dark room, surrounded by dim blue hues and softly blinking lights of green, red, white, and blue, you didn’t need to turn on the main light to navigate about; you knew this place like the back of your hand. You had transitioned from a medcenter medic to a field medic for the clone rebels, and this place was now as close to a home as you could probably get. You missed your life before, at the medcenter, but here, in this dim room, it was easy to put away the memories, the good and the bad, and be enveloped in the blanket of shadows and low light.

As you sought for your medical bag, fingers grazing against the embroidered section of the fabric, a memory surfaced.

“It’s a gift, for helping with… well, everything.”

Wolffe’s voice echoed in your mind as if he was there. He’d stood before you, a small bundle in his outstretched hand. It was wrapped rather poorly, the edges of the paper coming unfolded as it sat there, as if the commander either hadn’t bothered to find an adhesive, or he simply couldn’t find one. It seemed too awkward for him, in a way, and that was coming from the person who’d been there for… well, everything. At least from the moment he’d arrived, fresh red scar and painfully burnt eye from a lightsaber wound. There had certainly been some awkward moments in his recovery, but somehow, it was not as awkward as this moment. Perhaps, because for once, Wolffe was the one giving, and neither of you was used to it. You’d taken the gift, fingers pulling at the paper to unveil an embroidered patch in the middle, the symbol of the Wolfpack in the middle. “I want you to be an honorary member of the Wolfpack,” Wolffe had explained, still rather awkwardly. At the time, you didn’t know why, but when you went home, to sew the patch to your medpack bag, you’d found his comm details written in the paper wrapping too. That moment felt like a lifetime ago. All memories of Wolffe did. You had been so close. So close, that you’d almost admitted to him that you loved him. But that never came to pass. The world as you knew it shattered, and you had to rebuild. The medbay you currently knelt in was a testament to that.

A sigh, heavy and warped with longing, passed from your lips, falling into the air of the dark room. You had to focus; Rex, Nemec, Fireball, and Howzer were relying on you for the extraction, and you needed to be ready in case anyone was harmed… which was inevitable. Hopefully, all injuries would be minor. Pushing the past where it belonged, in the past and away from your conscious thought, you grabbed the medpack, pulling the straps over your shoulders. No time to dawdle. You stood straight, pack weighing on your shoulders, and you navigated the hallways the way you had just walked, back to the mess room, and then further, up the stairs to the cockpit.

At the very front was Echo, facing ahead as the blue streaks of light shot by like endless blaster bolts. A few seats back sat Gregor, leaning forward with arms crossed over his knees. Both sat in silence; apprehension hung in the air, the deep breath before plunging into conflict, something both clones were used to. You certainly weren’t, yet you were not one to let the unease overwhelm you. Taking a few steps forward, you plant yourself in the leather of the chair opposite Gregor, your voice cutting through the silence.

“How long until we get there?”

Echo tilted his head back slightly, the caramel hues of his irises glinting in the light of hyperspace, coming in from the viewports. “Another couple of minutes. Rex and the boys will need to hold on until then.”

Gregor’s voice quickly cut in after Echo finished his sentence, drawing your attention to him. He’d swiveled his chair to face you, having grabbed something from the small side sill at the edge of the cockpit. “Here, take this blaster,” Gregor extended his hand out, holding a DC-17 hand blaster to you. “Not sure if we’ll have to fight. Be safe than sorry.” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, momentarily going higher pitch before lowering to his usual pitch. After the voice cracks, a small burst of nervous laughter escaped the clone. It was not long ago that you and Gregor shared humorous laughter, and now all that joy had dissipated. You leaned forward, outstretching your arm to take the blaster from Gregor’s hand. Your fingers curled around the weapon and softly brushed Gregor’s hand, warm still through the gloves. As you pulled the blaster back to rest on your lap, Gregor offered you a small, yet warm smile, sincerity glinting in his eyes, wordlessly telling you not to worry.

At the console, Echo moved to pull the ship out of hyperspace. The streaking lights of passing stars shortened, congealing into pin-prick dots of light. Outside the transparisteel before you, the looming, dark shape of Teth emerged. As you got closer, you spied a bright white light at the location, and Echo deftly moved to send an alert to Rex that you were inbound. Gregor stood, leaning over one of the chairs closer to the console, and so you joined him, to get a better look at the scene. You saw a line of Imperial soldiers - you couldn’t quite make out their armor from here. Huddled before them, alert yet holding fire was Rex and the others… A glance over them showed you easily that some were missing - who you didn’t know. Blasted Imperials, you always lost good clones to them. What surprised you was that they didn’t try anything against the ship.

You pushed yourself to stand from your chair, and Gregor nodded to you, standing up straight himself. Echo swung the ship around for easy access to Rex and the others, and quickly you and Gregor sprinted down the halls towards the door. You gripped the blaster tight in your hand. If it came to blows, you were ready to take down a few of the Empire’s men in exchange for the missing troopers. With a swoosh, the door lowered, spilling white light from your ship against the bright spotlights of the Imperial ship. Before you stood the shadowy figures of both your men and the Imperials. It took you a moment for your eyes to adjust upon those who stood there. You looked to your troopers first - only Rex and Howzer remained, the rest were the Bad Batch, with their child and pet. Nemec… Fireball… Both of them were gone.

Anger surged through you, and you raised your gaze to glare at the leader of the Imperial troopers, intent on giving him the most venomous stare you could muster. Yet, as the details of the man were revealed to you, a crack suddenly shattered your heart in half. The blaster in your hand fell slack as you just stared… The one behind this, who’d allowed the deaths of Nemec, Fireball, and the others, was none other than the man you loved. Wolffe.

Beside him, the clone commando eased forward slightly, yet Wolffe raised his arm to tell the trooper, his voice quiet yet rumbling in a commanding tone, “Stand down.” You just about heard it, although his actions spoke louder than his words at that moment. He was going to let you all go, despite likely being ordered to take down your group. Before you, Rex nodded his head with respect for the commander. They were brothers, and loyal to each other even if they fought on opposite sides. That loyalty gave you hope, sparking up inside your chest where the ruins of your heart now lay cracked, perhaps to mend and bond that wound taken to it.

The Bad Batch, followed by Howzer, moved quickly back up to the ship, and Rex himself turned his back to Wolffe. With them, everything had been said and done, but you… You didn’t quite understand. Wolffe was disobeying the Empire at this moment, but he appeared to still be staying with them. You stepped forward down the ramp, brushing past the lanky figure of Crosshair, onto the rocky ground below. Wolffe’s gaze shifted from the turning figure of Rex towards where you stepped, pushing past those retreating in an almost defiant manner. Your eyes met, and the firm expression of the Commander shifted. His eyes widened in surprise, his lips parting softly; his left, natural eye with its caramel hues seemed vulnerable at that moment. Standing opposed to his brothers was different from standing opposed to the person he’d loved. Looking at him, you saw that too awkward stance again, echoing the past when he first truly opened up to you. There was hope, yet this was not a moment, or even such a thing, to be easily navigated. Not with the troopers at Wolffe’s back, and the Empire too. Not with your ship, your group of rebels about to depart. It wasn’t even as easy as giving commlink details on a crumpled piece of paper.

Rex’s hand met your shoulder as he stopped by you. It was hard to break away from Wolffe’s gaze, but you did. The look on Rex’s face told you everything you needed to know. That pair of amber eyes showed understanding, but an urgency, that nothing could be done now, and it was time to move on. You nodded your head slightly, your gaze meeting Wolffe’s, which had shifted to a more guarded look. There was still a hint of uncertainty in his singular natural eye, but his cybernetic one seemed dull and void. All you could do was offer the commander a nod, not unlike the one that had been shared with Rex, but this one told him that you’d be back, and that you’d both be able to reunite someday. Rex’s hand slipped from your shoulder, and with that, you too turned around. The captain allowed you to slip ahead of him so that he could secure safety as you finished boarding.

The steps onto the ship were hard, but you knew that this was not the last time you would see Wolffe. You did not dare look back, for if you did, you feared you’d lose your composure. Yet, thankfully, as you stepped back onto the firm flooring of the ship, you were surrounded by the clones that had supported you during this new reign of the Empire; Rex at your back, Gregor at your side, and Howzer at the front. The ramp raised and the door swooshed shut, leaving you standing there. The Bad Batch lingered around you too, and in that moment, you wished for them to be gone, to leave you with the ones you trusted, but you knew Echo would scold you for that, as they were his squad too. The conflict was evident on your face, it must be, because the pet of the Bad Batch snuffled its nose and came up to you, sniffing at you and rubbing against your legs in a friendly way. The child smiled at you, “Batcher’s just saying hi, don’t worry.” She seemed to have mistaken your expression for a reaction to the animal. It eased your mind a little, and you gave the kid a smile in response.

Rex shifted, stepping around you, and he headed over to the doorway that led to the corridor through the ship, “Come on, let’s settle down and… well… that was a lot. We all need some rest.” The largest clone in the Bad Batch, Wrecker, heartily agreed, followed by the child, then Hunter and the slinking Crosshair. There was no use in lingering here yourself, so you made your way down the corridor after them. In that walk, you realized that you felt as though part of you was missing, like there was a hole in your heart. It seemed that when it cracked when you saw Wolffe with the Empire, a part of it fell and was now left with him. You really would have to go back for it.

Once the ship was traveling at hyperspeed once more, and the Bad Batch was settled down in the cockpit with Echo, you found yourself sitting around that same table you’d been sitting at with Gregor before this all occurred. This time, you sat right next to Gregor, instead of opposite him, and Howzer sat in the chair you had occupied. Rex was standing to the side, stirring some sweetener into his cup of caf. Surrounded by your little mismatched squad, you finally felt able to breathe and to speak. Letting out a sigh, you voiced that which you’d been dying to say since you saw the commander. “I can’t believe Wolffe sided with the Empire.” Gregor shifted slightly, wordlessly putting a hand on your shoulder. These few clones were the ones that knew about your connection to Wolffe, so you felt safe to speak of it here.

Rex turned his head slightly, looking at you with his amber gaze, holding sincerity within it. “Wolffe doesn’t seem to know everything the Empire’s done. He’s likely still under the influence of the chip. But, like with all of us, he did show signs of resistance.”

Howzer added to Rex’s comment, shoving a thumb in the direction of the cockpit, “If Crosshair can be redeemed, then Commander Wolffe can too. That clone showed that he truly had changed today… and I still almost find it hard to believe, even though I saw it with my own eyes. If that can be done, then getting Wolffe to see sense would be like a sandstorm on Geonosis - inevitable.”

The missing clones from your gathering came to mind though, and you frowned, “But… Fireball… Nemec… Wolffe didn’t-”

“Actually,” Rex cut you off, “They were firing at us with stun rounds. There was one of those shadow troopers after us… That was who got Fireball and Nemec. Wolffe’s men appeared to be ordered to take us down with stun rounds.”

You exhaled softly. Wolffe was still loyal to his brothers, even those who fought against him, that was clear. There was no reason to lose hope, even under the dark rule of the Empire. It gave you purpose too; to keep fighting until Wolffe was finally by your side once more.

Thanks for reading!

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zoeykallus · 9 months

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Hi! Im a long time fan! I have a pretty spicy HC request if you are interested. I like to imagine that the Bad Batch are all very well endowed 😉How would each of them handle this great responsibility and power? What naughty things would they whisper in your ear as they try to fit inside you for the first time? Could you also include Gregor? 😊 ok I’m going to go hide now thanks!

Aloha!

Hmm, interesting thought, let me see...

The Bad Batch/Gregor x Fem!Reader HCs - Well Endowed

Warnings: Smut Mentioned/Dirty Talk/PiV/ BD-Energy/Fluff/Comfort/Strongly Suggestive/18+

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Hunter

He is passionate, sensual. But he is also very sensitive, considerate and adapts. Hunter knows how aroused and excited you are, but he also senses the underlying fear that's smoldering there inside you. "There's nothing to be afraid of". He is naked next to you, in all his glory. Beneath his tanned skin, hard muscles, but his touch is gentle, purposeful, tender. Your eyes fall to his crotch and you swallow. "Are you okay?" he inquires cautiously, looking at you. "Sure," you say evasively. "Are you sure?" "Of course." Hunter is pretty well hung, his cock long, thick. Your fingers gently feel for it, feeling the heat radiating from it, eliciting a soft, sigh. When he finally lies over you, his hard length pressed against your body, your heart beats up to your throat. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your face and whispers soft words to you. "My love, my beautiful, you don't have to worry, I'll be gentle, I promise". And Hunter keeps his word. As he brings his tip to your gate, you automatically tense up, but he patiently pauses, kissing and caressing your tension away. Finally, very slowly, he penetrates you, pausing after every inch, kissing you, praising you. "Look at you, so beautiful, you're doing great, darling, taking me so well".

Hunter is in no hurry. Spending this time with you, exchanging these intimacies, is a privilege that he fully enjoys and treats with respect. He would never intentionally hurt you, and he does everything he can to make you feel comfortable and let go. The fear will quickly evaporate, and you can be sure that Hunter will give you a lot of pleasure.

Echo

You kiss each other. Heat has spread between you and you have undressed each other. Now you lie there naked, Echo gently kissing every bit of bare skin he can reach. You're like putty under his lips. As exciting and stimulating as the whole thing is for him, he is still very attentive. He doesn't miss your glance at his hard length, which admittedly, is far larger than you expected. He sits up, takes your hand and gently pulls you onto his lap. "Come here sweetie" He looks up into your face. You see the dilated pupils, you know what he wants, and you want it too. But you're unsure, his size has unsettled you. "I know what you're thinking. I've seen the look on your face," he says softly. Again your gaze travels down, between you, there stands his cock erect, thick and long. Echo gently places a finger under your chin and lifts it. "That's why I pulled you onto my lap. I think you should have full control the first time. You decide how deep and how fast we go. Agreed?"

You nod, the idea makes sense. You lift your pelvis, and he guides his tip to your wet opening. Very slowly, you lower yourself onto it. You immediately feel the stretch, it's overwhelming. Your thighs tremble. Echo moans softly, he has to hold on to himself because even for him the feeling is intense. He nevertheless gently kisses your sternum, your collarbone, your neck, your chin and whispers, "You don't have to rush, take your time". Bit by bit, you sink further down, taking him in until he fills you completely. The feeling is so intense, so overwhelming, not just physically. Echo breathes heavily beneath you. "Good girl, you're doing wonderfully," he says breathlessly. With Echo, you never have to worry or feel insecure. Be open with him, don't pretend, and the two of you will have a wonderful time.

Wrecker

He is sweet, playful and gigantic. Of course, Wrecker knows that his physical build is a challenge for you, he behaves accordingly. The foreplay is long, and he spoils you very much, he sucked on your pearl until your thighs trembled around his ears. With two of his thick fingers, he has fingered you very carefully and stretched a little in gentle scissor movements. You are more than wet, but Wrecker also has lube ready just in case. Several times he offers you that you do not have to do that, that there are other wonderful ways to satisfy each other. But you insist, today is the day, you don't want to put it off any longer. "You'll be gentle, won't you?" you ask, a little uncertainly, nonetheless. He puts his hand on his heart and says, "Of course, beauty." Wrecker is really gentle, he is much more skilled than it might seem at first glance when you look at him. Besides, he is in no hurry, every tenderness he exchanges with you is a feast for him.

As your bodies unite, his thick cock nudges your gate, your whole body tingles. His slow advance is accompanied by gentle words and kisses. Wrecker takes his time. He communicates with you, seeks eye contact, wants to be sure that he does not hurt you. You are always in good, caring, big hands with him.

Tech

It took forever for you to get close at all. Tech has been rather reserved and reserved about being physical before you got close. He sometimes has a reserved shyness about him that others might find exhausting or annoying, but not you. You find him incredibly sweet, and you like that he's not one of those who has to rush everything. In the meantime, he has thawed out. He loves to cuddle, gentle kisses, little caresses. He is a spider monkey, some part of his body is always wrapped around you when he is near you and gets the chance. One of your cuddle moments has now led to a hot make out session and you feel that heat has risen not only in you. Tech is not wearing his armor during your hours of cuddling, and there is an unmistakable bulge in his pants as your tongue slides over his lower lip. He's pressed up against you, his kisses a little more fiery than before, his fingers suddenly everywhere, even under your clothes. Before you know it, you're both naked. You pause and look at each other.

"That was quick... and surprising," Tech says quietly, glancing down at the pile of clothes you've carelessly tossed aside, "But that doesn't mean we have to have intercourse, I don't want you to feel obligated for any reason." You smile shyly and say somewhat breathlessly with your heart pounding, "I very much want to merge with you, but I just saw how well-endowed you are and.... I'm not sure how that's going to fit in." Tech blinks, then his cheeks flush, and he says softly in a matter-of-fact way, "A woman's vagina is made to stretch and adapt to accommodate both sexual partners for fertilization and to bear children naturally. I'm pretty sure... um, that I fit in there." Your ears are getting hot. "I know that Tech... it's just, I'm a little afraid it's going to hurt" "Oh," he says softly, "But we can prevent that." You smile and say, "Knowing you, I'm sure you already have some ideas."

Of course, he does. Apart from appropriate preparatory foreplay, lubricant and gentle words, he also got toys, on the one hand just in case and on the other out of curiosity. Anyone who gets involved with Tech should bring a certain openness and willingness to experiment. You both have a long but wonderful and interesting night ahead of you. He may often be very matter of fact, but he has a very passionate and sensual side to him that is reserved only for you as his partner.

Crosshair

He's so wild, so hot. Until now, you never had the time to really have sex. But his kisses and touches are always like fire. He knows exactly how to touch you, over which parts of your body his long fingers have to glide, so that you want to tear off your panties and mount him. However, this is something that always slows you down and makes you glad that it hasn't come to that yet and that you were either directly disturbed or interrupted. Every time you feel his hard length through your clothes, it's a turn on, but once you felt over the fabric for it. To put it a bit exaggerated, you had to feel several times to be sure that you really touched his cock and not his leg. But now you have all the time in the world and Crosshair is very eager to get under your clothes. He is hungry, has been waiting for a while to be undisturbed with you. He makes you incredibly hot, his touches are perfect, but the more covers fall, the more nervous you get.

Finally, you lie there naked and his pelvis pushes between your thighs, his massive cock rubbing over your pussy. He pauses, though, when he sees the look on your face. "What's going on?" he asks somewhat breathlessly, his thoughts in a fog of horniness through which he tries to understand what's going on. You don't know how to say it, so you say it freely, you know Crosshair likes it better when you say what you want or think directly anyway. "I'm a little scared. You're so big down there." He raises his brows, gathers his thoughts, but then smiles. "Kitten, you are way too cute" he says gentle, "Don't worry, we'll take it slow. Bit by bit. I'll be tender, I promise." He keeps his word, Crosshair always does. He penetrates you very slowly, accompanied by soft words of praise and kisses. "My good girl, you are doing great". More kisses, a little moan, "Damn you're tight, Kitten". Sweat is on his forehead, but he holds back. It takes half an eternity before he's completely absorbed in you. "See, Kitten, it's working. You did great, girl" He bites your neck very gently and starts to move inside you very slowly. Close to your skin, he says, "Let's see what heights we can take you to".

Gregor

He is a cuddler. As soon as you have a moment to yourselves, he pulls you into his arms, presses you against him, spreads kisses on every bit of skin he can reach. Very tenderly, almost languidly, his lips wander. His hands are strong but careful. However, he has never tried to push you into anything or to undress you completely, even though you have often felt his hard length through your clothes, Gregor has never really tried to make love to you. You don't know if he's doing this out of consideration and wants you to signal your willingness first, or if something is wrong. So you talk to him about it. He holds you pressed against him, between you under the fabric of his pants his cock is hard again. Gregor blinks and looks at you. "Why? What should be wrong?" You shrug your shoulders uncertainly, whereupon he smiles at you. "Do you want us to?" You bite your bottom lip, barely able to ignore the dampness in your panties. You have a huge crush on him, excited, pulse racing. Being near him, his touches, are like a rush. Of course, you want to have sex with him, and you tell him so.

Gregor takes his time undressing you, every piece of skin he exposes gets kissed and caressed. When your eyes fall on his exposed length, you are startled for a moment. You have felt through the fabric that he is big, but to see it is different again. Gregor, who has seen your gaze, says softly, "You trust me, don't you?" "Of course" He chuckles his own little laugh and says, "Then my love, let yourself go, don't worry and leave everything else to me, I promise you won't feel anything but pleasure". He kisses his way to your clitoris, working your pearl with tongue and lips, the swollen little bundle of nerves is twitching under his skillful tongue. His touch makes you twitch and tremble with tense arousal. To feel him so intimately is a whole new rush in itself. The moment he penetrates you, you've already had an orgasm, are wetter than wet and completely relaxed. Of course, you feel it, even how big it is, but Gregor proceeds slowly and tenderly and instead of nervousness, you take it in with deep affection and pleasant anticipation. When he is completely sunk into you, he says a little breathlessly, "You see, my beautiful girl, you can trust me completely".

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clone-anon-after-dark · 10 months

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Clones with an Asexual / Acespec Partner Headcanons

I’ve never written headcanons on here before, but thought I’d give it a go.

Word Count: 2915

Warning and Author’s Note: Some discussion of sex. Some asexuals have sex. Also mention of sex-repulsion because some asexuals do not ever want to have sex and both are fine and good. There are a lot of asexuals who are interested in partnership - romantic or not - so I thought I might write out some ideas about what that might look like with some clones

Included are Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair, Mayday, Rex, Cody, Gregor, Wolffe, Fox, Kix, Hardcase, Fives, Jesse, Dogma, and Tup

Hunter

Hunter loves a partner who is passionate and wants to do the right thing. He would never be with someone who doesn’t also have the Omega stamp of approval. Domestic Hunter? Yes. He loves the steps you’ve taken to have a home that is friendly to his senses. No strong scents in the soaps or detergents. Blackout curtains. Towels, blankets, and sheets that are friendly to his sense of touch. You showed your love by making your home friendly for him and he has never been more in love. Hunter pays attention to other people and takes care of his family, so he was incredibly moved by someone caring about his needs in this way. Hunter will do little things around the house to show you he cares about you. You’ll come home to clean dishes, a tidied bedroom, or freshly cleaned clothes. Sex might be too much for his senses and sometimes touch is too much in and of itself, so he strongly believes in communicating what you both need. He’s always open to finding ways to express how much you care for each other and creating a stronger partnership.

Tech

Tech is acespec in some way. He might rarely or never experience sexual attraction. This man expresses his love best in quality time and acts of service. You will want for nothing. He might be too busy to think about feeding himself, but he will have an alarm to remind himself to pick up some food and make sure you eat. He’ll eat with you and want to hear about your day or tell you about what he’s working on. Besides researching topics of interest and fixing things, he loves going to museums and aquariums with you, watching documentaries, and sitting together in the same room reading. If you want cuddle time? He’s open to it. You’ll have to tell him the details of how to hold you and what you want and eventually he will start figuring out what he likes too. Tech is open to experiences, so if you want to have sex for closeness or to satisfy your libido, he would try it. “Physical urges and attraction are not the same thing,” he says. He’s always understanding that some people don’t or rarely feel sexual attraction and for him, it’s just a matter of fact. It doesn’t change how he feels about you. If you never want to have sex, he is completely fine with it. He wants to tell you about his latest project working on the hyperdrive anyway.

Echo

Echo loves your desire to fight for what’s right. He loves how you care about people and he feels so at home with you. Echo doesn’t like solitude so the biggest thing is going to be spending time together. He loves reading. Sitting together, snuggling on the couch or in separate chairs and reading something that interests each of you? Yes. Do you like hanging out with his family and have a good sense of humor? Those are big things in his book.

I know there are some theories that Echo only lost part of his legs and other people believe he lost everything from the waist down (plus his arm). But guess what it doesn’t matter. In either case, Echo wants to be loved for who he is. He wants to love you for who you are. What you both can or cannot do physically doesn’t phase him.

Crosshair

Crosshair is protective of his heart and does not easily open up to others. He does not like vulnerability and that also means he also doesn’t get sexually intimate easily. I think he’s at least demiromantic, needing to know someone before opening himself up to a relationship like that, so he understands not having certain types of attraction. He does like physical touch once you are close enough, but that can mean all kinds of things. He likes little private moments with you where you can steal away time together. If you want to blow off some sexy steam together, he’s game, but never pressuring. It’s more about closeness and sharing something with you that no one else gets. If you aren’t interested, he likes to cuddle. Sometimes he wants to be the little spoon and other times he wants to be the big spoon but he would never want anyone to know he’s a cuddler. After all he’s been through, Crosshair wants to feel safe with you and protect and love you at the same time.

Wrecker

Wrecker loves to show his love with physical affection. He loves hugs and holding hands and picking you up and twirling you around. As long as you are okay with some kind of physical touch, he’s more than happy. He loves when you fall asleep on top of him. He loves watching holos with you, eating snacks, and cuddling. If you want to have some sexy times, he’s game, but ultimately doesn’t need that. He wants someone he can have fun with!

Jesse

Jesse is so incredibly sweet. He loves cuddling and pulling you in close to sit on his thighs. The first time he does this he can tell you’re a little worried (maybe that he will try to take things further), so he is very reassuring, showing you he just wants to be close. He loves touch, but only if it’s something you like too. He likes consistency and so his primary desire in a relationship is someone he can trust and depend on and he also wants to be that for the person he’s with. He understands that just because you don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean you don’t love him. There’s a reason you want to share your life with him, after all. He lets you take the lead when it comes to any kind of physical touch, including sex. He’s a lot of fun in bed if you go down that road for closeness or address your physical needs. Otherwise, he loves cuddling in bed. He is most comfortable spooning and having an arm around you in some way.

Hardcase

While I don’t necessarily get ace vibes from Hardcase, I think he would be great with an ace partner. Especially if they are extroverted. A typical day would involve waking up, eating quickly, and some kind of adventure. Whether it’s getting up to shenanigans at a water park, or playing paintball, or spending the day at work for you and at the barracks for him, I see him happy to be busy. I think he would love to come home and eat some good food. He loves take out. He quickly realizes that you not wanting sex sometimes doesn’t mean he can’t have self-care time on his own. If you like the idea, he would love for you to buy him a sex toy. He sees it as a way to stay connected on that level without making you uncomfortable, which is the last thing he wants. He is very open to learning what it means to be asexual, and quickly learns that not having sexual attraction doesn’t mean you have zero sex drive. He loves taking the time to learn what makes you feel good physically and where the boundaries are.

Tup

Tup is a sweetheart who loves quality time with his partner. He would love to explore hobbies like video games, baking, cooking, or anything with animals. Tup loves anything that is relaxing and he is for sure a cuddler. If you aren’t into touch, he likes things like sharing a blanket while sitting together or finding a happy middle ground like maybe holding your hand or sharing clothes. If you want to satisfy your own urges together, Tup is absolutely up for it. He thinks you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous and likes to take his time and make you feel good.

Dogma

Oh sweet Dogma. This man loves rules and boundaries. He loves knowing what is on and off limits because it makes him feel safe and secure. He also feels loved when you want to know his own boundaries. It shows him you care. So Dogma doesn’t really care about what the actual boundaries are so long as he knows them. He is quite nervous to initiate physical contact, even kissing, but he does say when he would like to try something. He’s very communicative. He does not mind if something is off limits. He just wants to show you love. He takes up baking, loving the precision of measuring the ingredients, so you can expect treats every time he sees you. When it comes to intimate relationships, Dogma knows there are many different ways to be intimate. He wants to be understood and show you that you’re the one who has his heart.

Fives

Fives loves a good time. It was something that drew you in from the beginning. When he first asked you out, you couldn’t deny he had some kind of magnetism. He was a total goofball. He knew about your asexuality before you started dating. You might have been a bit surprised when he asked you out, but couldn’t say no. Fives tells you right away that you can take the lead on anything physical. He likes kissing, but especially loves hugs. If you’re up for fooling around, he loves it. If you never want that, he understands. He just wants to be with you. It takes him a long time to admit that he would absolutely love to shower with you. A hot shower helps him relieve stress and he sees it as a way to spend some relaxing time with you, but he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s asking for more, so he might need some reassurance once he brings it up. Ultimately though, he loves quality time together. There will joking, laughter, and joy. Fives is also a wonderful friend and partner who you can trust. While you wouldn’t necessarily have taken Fives to be very serious, he’s incredibly serious about your happiness and making sure you have every little thing you want. If you’re having a hard day, he listens and holds your hand.

Kix

Kix loves being your partner. He loves the domesticity of coming home and snuggling on the couch. He might love doing some other things on the couch if you want, but he understands if you don’t want to. He loves laying on the couch while you lay on top of him and watch holomovies. He loves little kisses and holding hands. He loves reading in bed next to you before falling asleep. He’s also seen a lot during the war and carries a lot of grief. He trusts you with his grief and sometimes he just needs someone to cry to about it all. If you like romance or are in more of a romantic mood, he will go all out. Favorite flowers, candy, foods, whatever you love. He takes the time to learn your favorites for those occasions. You want slow kisses next time he’s on leave? He won’t stop thinking about it. You simply want to collapse into someone’s arms? He wants nothing more than to provide those arms for you.

Gregor

Gregor is open to learning about anything, but his favorite topic is you. He loves going out with you, dancing, and laughing. He loves a good time. If you’re shy, he finds a way to help you come out of your shell around him a little without pressing the issue. He wants you to feel secure with him. Gregor loves kissing and wouldn’t mind getting physical and when he asks about your boundaries going further, your heart sinks. You’re worried about where this is going and haven’t exactly told him about your sexuality yet. You quickly find that he just wants to express how he feels. He asks a lot of questions about what it means for you to be asexual. He’s inquisitive. If you don’t want to have sex ever, he takes the time to hear how close you want to be and what feels safe to you. He’s definitely not opposed to things like masturbating together if you want to go down that route sometimes. Ultimately he realizes that his favorite thing to do with you is turn on some music and dance in the living room.

Wolffe

There’s actually a fic about this here. Wolffe might be grumpy sometimes, but you make his life so much better and you get to see softer sides of him that no one else does. You understand him and he appreciates your support. He wants you to feel loved in the way that you want to be loved. He is completely comfortable taking care of his sexual needs on his own. He loves snuggling with you at night. That’s his favorite. He loves holding you and being held by you. You’re comforting to him. Before falling asleep, he likes chatting with you about how the day went and or reading a holonovel together.

Rex

Rex is awkward around people in social situations, but you’re happy to help him navigate relationships. He doesn’t think much about sex because frankly, he’d just like to make it through this conversation without getting lost in his own worry. Over time he starts to relax more and you find that quiet time with the two of you is much preferred to going out. He’s even nervous to hold your hand, but you tell him it’s totally okay. Once he realizes how deep his feelings are, he has to speak with you. He likes to know where things are headed and what kind of relationship you want. Queerplatonic? He quite likes that. Or something with more of a romantic bend? Yes, sure, that could also work just fine too. The only thing he really doesn’t want is to be with someone purely for the physical aspects. His feelings toward his partner are so strong and he wants nothing more than to protect you and let you know he’ll always be there for you.

Cody

Snuggle king. He is under so much pressure as a marshal commander and then later after the war, he’s dealing with a lot of mixed feelings about everything that happened. He loves that he can be with you, go to bed or lay on the couch, and hang on to you. He likes little kisses on the top of his head while you hold him. It helps him let go of stress and worry. He can feel you right there with him and it’s the safest place in the galaxy. You’re asexual? Great. He just wants to love you the way you want to be loved. You want romance? He will hold your hand and kiss the back of it. You want domestic partnership? He will hug you and do your laundry. Do you need some space to yourself? That’s fine. He will just be over here watching a holo and napping after buying groceries so you don’t have to worry about it. You want a quickie to blow off some steam? He’s game. You want to shower naked and wash each other’s hair and feel close that way? He’s good with that too. You want to swap pillowcases while he’s gone so you can both feel close that way instead? He thinks that’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

Mayday

Mayday wants to be with you, preferably on a planet that rarely gets snow. You fell for his dry sense of humor and how much he cares about the people he’s close to. He worries about losing more people in his life, so he was cautious to approach you. Once he realizes you’re around to stay, he starts to relax. Mayday likes to do little things to show he cares. He really gets into cooking hot meals. He loves making fresh soups and gardening. When he starts baking bread you swear you will never buy a loaf ever again. After all he’s been through, he’s happy to have the chance to be with someone and feel at home. Getting physical? He likes hugs, cuddles, and kisses if you’re okay with it. Just chaste kisses or little pecks on the cheek all you want? Absolutely. Whether he addresses his own sex drive on his own or as a mutual endeavor (if you’re open to it) doesn’t matter to him. It takes him a long time to open up in some ways, but once he does he’s always making sure you’re on the same page. He will always cautiously wait until he gets a green light.

Fox

He’s just happy to come over to your place and sleep in a real bed. This man is all about relaxation when he’s with you. Whatever that looks like, he loves it. It can be the simplest things, like having extra comfortable shorts to wear around your apartment, or folding laundry together before putting fresh sheets on the bed. He feels so comfortable with you and that’s the most important thing to him.

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clone-anon · 8 months

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Gregor is just about always shown as happy and I think he is for the most part, but I've got a disability and he does too and it(mine) gets me down sometimes. Can I get reverse comfort for gregor on a bad day? I want him to know he doesn't have to feel happy all the time please

I was going to post part of this for WIP Wednesday, but I kept writing! As a Gregor lover, I love writing him so thanks for the request.

I did my best with Gregor's TBI and PBA. If anyone has feedback on this, please let me know. I know this is slightly different from how canon interprets him, but you're right! He's human and can't always be cheery.

Gregor met you just outside the restaurant. People might think it was a hole in the wall, but you both thought it had some of the best food on Corsuscant. You hugged him when you saw him, holding on for a few moments and feeling relieved he made it through another mission rescuing more of his brothers.

"Everything okay," you asked, looking up at him as he opened the door for you. He shrugged and giggled. You tried to ignore the stares from a couple just leaving the restaurant, but knew it got him down. You were seated in a booth and quickly ordered your usual.

"The mission was a success," he said, before crying. You moved to sit closer to him and put an arm around him. "I'm not even sad," he blurted out between sobs to somehow mixed with a chuckle. "I can't stop it."

You reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze, knowing he had no control over this.

"How do you really feel, Gregor?"

A few more sobs escaped before it stopped. "I feel happy the mission was successful. I did my part and no one was hurt. I'm a little tired. I'm glad to see you. It just seems all this is especially bad right now." He gestured to his face and expression. You knew what he meant.

The food arrived and he giggled at nothing. The waiter gave him a weird look and you looked directly at him with a firm, "That will be all for now, thanks."

Gregor rested his head against yours for a moment, feeling understood. As you both dug into dinner you added, "Always tell me how you feel, okay? I don't want to miss something."

"You never do," he said between bites. You both leaned on each other as you finished dinner and paid. A part of you wanted to yell at everyone who stared. Yell that he can't help it. That he's a wonderful person. That he's not attention-seeking. But you knew Gregor didn't want that kind of attention. You knew though, that some days were just tough and all you could do was be there for him.

As you headed out, you asked if he wanted to come back to your place. He could never resist that kind of invitation. When you arrived home, you both parked on the sofa. You sat and he took off his boots and gear before laying out and resting his head in your lap. Some more giggles escaped, but he took some deep breaths, his brain starting to give him a reprieve for the evening. You ran your fingers through his hand and chatted for awhile. He loved spending time with you. He once described your home as a haven from hardship.

"Can we watch a holo," he asked. You nodded and found something about two tookas going on an adventure. "Perfect," he said with a grin. You smiled to yourself and kept gently running your hands through his hair.

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freesia-writes · 1 year

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What do you think Gregor would be like on a first date, especially with someone who hasn't dated in years and maybe feels a little unsure of themselves?

Awwww yeah, let's go on this one! :D Buckle up, reader -- you're going on a date with our favorite amnesiac! I'm putting them on Pabu (or Santorini, take your pick) just because Gregor deserves a beach vacation after his years on that empty sand planet.

No content warnings. It's frickin adorable. ;) And it totally got away from me so it's 2.5k words...

*insert Gregor giggle*

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You take your hair down again, for the eighth time it seems, letting out a frustrated huff that it seems to be defying your every wish. Glancing at the clock, you feel the anxiety begin to rise, and you make one last attempt at twisting your hair into a half-decent updo. Standing in front of the mirror, you smooth the front of your clothes, studying yourself top to bottom with a critical eye. Why did you agree to this, again? Well, you didn't, you suppose, but you did make the bet, which you lost, and here you are. You cringe as you remember your friend's laughter as he reassured you, "Don't worry -- he's not like the other clones."

Whatever that meant. Either way, it had been ages since you'd been out with anyone, choosing instead to enjoy your quiet life of career, nature, and home. Yet, to spice things up one week, in an impulsive moment of bad judgment, you had taken your friend up on his bet and had wagered a blind date. Deciding this was as good as it's gonna get, you grab your bag and head for the door.

It's a warm, breezy evening, and the enticing smells of a wide variety of dinners being prepared makes your mouth water as you walk through the winding paths of the village. Built on a mountainous island, everything is condensed and vertical, with a seemingly endless maze of walkways and alleys. Your friend made the reservations for the two of you and told you to look for a "guy with eyebrows". You can't possibly fathom this going well, and you realize as you make your way to the restaurant that you're working yourself into a fuss. You reach the doorway and, taking a deep breath, decide to try to let it all go and just see what the night holds. "Try" being the key word.

You enter the restaurant, a rectangular building set on the side the mountain with a bar in the middle, tables scattered throughout, and a balcony along the edge that provided a handful of tables with spectacular views of the houses below, all the way to the water that stretched out into the horizon. You pause in the entryway, scanning the tables for anyone seated alone, and start to feel concerned as you see none. A sudden burst of laughter erupts from the bar, catching your attention.

A man with dark hair, cropped short on the sides but longer and swept back on the top, claps two Pantorans on the back, enjoying a few last chuckles with them, before turning to look around the room. Well son of a Hutt... there's the eyebrows, arched in curiosity. He's a clone, alright, but has an odd way about him. His movements are slightly erratic, and he seemed to be the life of the party a second ago but is now shifting awkwardly on his feet. It's got to be him. You take a deep breath again, and make your way toward him.

"Are you... Gregor?" you ask, once within hearing range, and he whirls to face you so quickly that you're almost startled.

"Depends who's asking!" he says, and a little giggle escapes that seems wildly out of character... well, for any other clone you've met thus far. "But I sure hope you're the one I'm supposed to meet here!" You can't detect any hint of sarcasm or flattery in his voice; it just sounds like a genuine statement. You've been rehearsing a million different scenarios leading up to tonight, anticipating all types of characters, but this one's got you baffled so far.

"Well, if you're Gregor, you're stuck with me!" you say, trying to sound playful but immediately wanting to cringe.

"Lovely!" he claps his hands together, inviting you to the table on the corner of the balcony; it's still relatively early for dinner, so the place isn't too busy, and the tables nearby are empty. But as you get closer to the table, you notice a small bouquet of flowers on one of the place settings, tied neatly with... a napkin?

"Ah, yeah..." Gregor says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I have no idea how all of this is supposed to go, but I saw those on the way here and picked them for you... off people's porches!" He giggles again, and you find yourself relaxing a bit, put at ease by his unapologetic glee. "But I didn't have anything to tie them with, so... I'll cover for you if you want to steal the napkin," he winks.

"That's really sweet," you say with a smile, and he beams back at you, plopping into his seat and scrambling back to his feet just as quickly with a little muttered "oops", instead coming to stand behind your chair, beckoning you to sit and carefully pushing the seat in behind you as you do. Now you're uncomfortable again, feeling suddenly as though you have no idea how to act in these situations after all.

The waiter comes, dressed to the nines, holding a bottle in his hand with a white towel draped over his arm. He holds it out to the two of you, eyes moving slowly from you to Gregor, lips pursed in the snootiest expression you've seen in a while.

"Oh! Yes please!" Gregor says enthusiastically, pushing the two crystal glasses on the table toward the waiter, whose brow drops at such a plebeian reaction. He removes the cork with a flourish (and a little "ooh!" from Gregor), then pours a tiny bit into your glass, straightening up expectantly.

"Aww, no need to be shy!" Gregor chimes in, taking the bottle from him and filling both of your glasses to the absolute brim. "We're good for it!" He grins and gives the waiter a thumbs-up, but the only response he receives is a stifled look of horror as the server slowly hands him a menu. Gregor plunks the bottle down onto the table, taking the menu and opening it excitedly.

You do the same, stifling a chuckle of your own, and try to focus on the food options, but you're distracted by the steady stream of muttering coming from behind your date's menu. Peering over the edge, you see Gregor not only reading the options aloud, but providing quiet commentary on each of them... to himself. You almost want to be critical of it, but it's so endearing that you instead discover a warm and fuzzy feeling growing in your chest.

Snapping his menu shut, Gregor returns his attention to you, catching you by surprise. He smiles, tilting his head and regarding you warmly, "So... eh... tell me about yourself?" he invites sheepishly, saying it more as if he's asking if it's the right thing to say rather than actually asking you.

You find a smile on your own face as you launch into what you hope is a very exciting and thrilling account of your career, interests, and story so far, realizing perhaps a bit too late that you've been going on for a while. You drop off rather quickly, stammering an apology, and his face changes from attentive listening to puzzled confusion.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks, with genuine curiosity.

"I... eh... I was kinda going on and on," you admit.

"Well I loved it all!" Gregor replies, and you are surprised to see that he means it. He opens his mouth to continue when the waiter returns, a distasteful look on his face as though he's just swallowed a Bantha hair when he sees that Gregor has repurposed the bottle into a vase for the small bouquet he brought for you.

"And what will you be having this evening?" the server inquires, turning to you first, and you panic, realizing you hadn't actually finished reading the menu. Surprisingly perceptive, Gregor chimes in, "We'll take two of this, please!" He points to the menu and gives the waiter a cheerful nod, followed by a little wave as the stern little man strolls off toward the kitchen. "I hope I wasn't out of line there," he says to you, eyebrows curving up in an impossibly concerned expression.

It all happened so fast, you're not quite sure what to say, but his authentic consternation is so charming that you can't find anything but reassurance, "No! I'm not normally one for surprises, but I guess we'll see if you have good taste!" You've impressed yourself with your witty response, and you smile with a bit more confidence now.

"Excellent, excellent..." Gregor muses, raising his eyebrows and lowering his chin a tiny bit, "I hope you like womp rat stew!"

"What?" you say in shock, unable to fathom that they'd serve something like that here... or, well, anywhere... but your dismay is short-lived as Gregor bursts out into another giggle. You're unable to suppress a grin, and you give him a look of mock sternness.

"Oh, excuse me," he says in response, putting his hands up in surrender, "I'm forgetting my manners." He returns his hands to the table, looking up at you from those expressive eyebrows, and invites you to continue your story from where you left off.

The food comes, empty plates go, and the two of you find yourself lost in conversation. He listens eagerly to your stories, asking questions and seeming to delight in every last detail. You finish your glasses, feeling warm and rummy with bellies full of food and brains sparkling with the slight influence of drink. The conversation turns to him, finally, and you are highly curious to hear what has brought him to this point.

"Ahh, that's quite a story," he says, shaking his head, "but I believe our time here is up!" He stands, beckoning you to join him, and you feel anxious immediately. Did you talk too much about yourself? Was he calling it, just like that? You thought you'd been having a great time, laughing and chatting, so this was an abrupt surprise.

Speechless, you follow him to the doorway of the restaurant, and he offers you an arm, which you take, feeling slightly reassured at the gentlemanly gesture. Without asking, he begins walking, guiding the two of you along a myriad of paths toward the water, talking about a few local birds that he apparently found hilarious. It takes you far too long to realize that he's not walking you home, and you kick yourself for getting all paranoid for nothing.

"So," Gregor says, strolling with ease next to you, "I was a Clone Commando for the Republic..." and he proceeds to tell a nearly-unbelievable account of war, defeat, death-defying survival, amnesia, remembrance, and explosions. You feel shocked that he let you talk for so long when he's got a story like this, and you share as much, earning another one of those little chuckles that you're coming to enjoy quite a lot.

"Well, that's what got me here, but it's definitely not who I am now," he says, still smiling but voice taking on a somber tone. "I mean, my voice wasn't the only thing changed in the explosion; I took a pretty hard hit to the head, you know. So sometimes I get a bit... forgetful." His bouncy composure has softened a bit, revealing perhaps a bit of shame?

You turn your head to look at him more fully, temporarily stopping the leisurely stroll, and discover an expression on his face that moves you to the core. His animated eyebrows have settled low across his brown eyes, which are downcast to the ground in front of you, and his lips are together in a firm line. You feel compelled to speak, though wildly unprepared.

"Well... Who are you now?" you ask, almost cringing again as it comes out. It sounded better in your head, and you begin to try to come up with something better, but he looks at you with a gaze that takes the words right out of your mouth.

"I... I don't really know," he says, with a chuckle that seems more reflexive than intentional. "I guess I'm kind of starting over, in a way." He is suddenly pensive, eyebrows working overtime with all the thoughts rushing through his mind, and you feel another warm rush in your chest at his unguarded truthfulness.

"For what it's worth," you say, feeling emboldened, "I think you're delightful." You hope it's encouraging, because you struggle to wrap your mind around what his existence must be like, but it's also honest, you realize -- you've completely let your guard down and have been thoroughly enjoying your time together.

He smiles, dropping his eyes with a bashfulness that makes you want to squeeze him, and squeezes your hand against his side with the arm you've been holding onto. "I might say the same about you!" he answers, a bit of his playful spark returning, and the two of you continue down the last cobblestoned staircase to the water.

The sun has set and the sky is glowing with a tranquil twilight. Pink and blue hues cast everything in a dreamy glow, and Gregor leads you to a large piece of driftwood, sitting in the middle of it and patting you a seat next to him. You join him, leaving a good few inches between you, and enjoy the warm sea breeze in silence for a moment.

He shifts awkwardly, moving his hands from his lap to the log behind him, then back to his knees, then folding them together. He finally sits up, turning to you, and holds your gaze as he slowly folds one arm in toward himself like some kind of weird praying mantis before extending it out behind you. "Eh?" he says, hovering his arm over your back, one eyebrow arched and a closed-mouth grin on his face.

You smile, scooting closer to him and nestling up against his side, and he takes that as a yes, wrapping his arm around your shoulders with the most endearing little "ha!" you've yet heard. He runs his other hand through his hair, gazing off into the distance as though he's conquered the world. He continues to surprise you with his quiet contemplation, content to simply enjoy the beauty without any need for words and also without it feeling awkward in the slightest.

The cold fog starts to roll in, so he walks you home with your hand snugly tucked into the crook of his arm. The chatter is lighthearted, playful, calm... You feel more relaxed and delighted than you have in as long as you can remember. As you approach your door, a bright blue that contrasts the white arched stucco all around, he gently unfolds his arm and takes your hand in his, lifting it to his lips to place the most tender kiss on the back of it.

"I... ah... I hope we can do this again," he admits, eyes large and eager. "And again, and again..." he laughs.

"I would love that."

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Author's Note: Did I just fall in love with Gregor?!

Just might have.

Thanks a lot, @drafthorsemath ;) <3 <3 <3

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sunshinesdaydream · 12 days

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Please do Gregor x "May I have this dance?”

Thank you so much for this ask! Gregor has a special place in my heart. This was heavily inspired by the song "Fooled around and fell in love" https://open.spotify.com/track/2hE5Lm5XOHR4t3xlhIFauP?si=bd4df273ee69457e

Fooled Around and Fell in Love

Pairing: Gregor x Fem!Reader Event: Sunshine's Follower Milestone (still open) Event Masterlist: Masterlist Graphic dividers and Event graphics: by myself @sunshinesdaydream Rating: SFW WARNINGS: None Word count: 569

“Please, she’s our vod’ika!” The pilot yelled over the engine noise. “We can’t leave her, she’s as trapped as we are!”

“She’s not an Imp?” Gregor asked, thrusting his hand down to help the next trooper up.

“She’s been taking care of us since the beginning of the war!” The man being hauled up told him.

A nod from Rex, and Gregor reached to help bring you aboard, the pilot lifting you by the hips so you could reach.

Months later you were headfirst into one of the maintenance hatches on an old ship. One used for Coruscant and other heavily populated planet recoveries. Old, nondescript, honestly pushing its ability to handle the power you had shoved into it, and currently not running. Your attempts at repair had failed so far, frustrating you nearly to tears.

With a string of colorful curses acquired from the pilots, who you considered brothers, you threw your spanner to the floor with tears pooling in your eyes. Lives could be riding on your ability to repair the ship.

“Cease fire!” You heard the call over the music you had playing. “I surrender!”

Gregor… you weren’t in the mood. His teasing wasn’t something you could return in kind today and you likely would burst into tears. If not for the frustration with yourself and your ability to repair the ship, the fact that you were falling in love with him in the midst of the chaos of rescuing his brothers from the empire. Despite your best attempts otherwise, much like the repair of the ship.

“I thought you were fixing the ship, not beating it up, Cupcake” he says, rounding the corner.

You don’t have the energy to spare for his teasing, not right now. You swipe at your eyes, clearing the pooling tears away. You are about ten seconds from full on ugly crying.

However his entire demeanor changes the second he sees you. “Mesh’la, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say, snatching up the spanner and turning to the maintenance hatch again.

“You are crying, something has to be wrong,” his tone is softer than you had heard him be before.

“I can’t fix it and it’s important,” you say, frustrated, tears finally breaking.

“Come on, Cupcake, you need a break,” he answers , moving closer to the hatch.

“No I don’t, I need to fix this. I don’t need you teasing me right now,” you tell him through tears. But when he gently puts a hand on your shoulder and takes the spanner from your hand, you put up no fight.

“I’m not teasing,” he says, quietly, and a giggle escaped him. “Come here,” he wraps you in a tight hug and you melt into his chest, crying.

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” he mutters into your hair as he kisses the top of your head, stroking your hair. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,”

After what seems like a long time your tears slow. And the music switches to something quieter. He chuckles, quietly. Not the reflexive giggle, but a quiet and hushed sound. You lift your head to look up at him finally. His smile is half shy was odd for him But he asks,”Can I have this dance?”

Once you nod, he pulls you back closer to his chest with his lips once more pressed to your hair and he gently sways back and forth as he hums along to the song.

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you can't tell me he ain't freaky as hell

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Hello friend Karrde!

I hope that all here have been well and prosperous, or at least not buried in snow like me. I have more offerings again for the rec list! I apologize because this is gonna be a whopper of a list too, totally understand if it doesn't make it in this week.

On the Art side of things:

@pinkiemme has been rocking our world with both Commanders Wolffe and Mayday... such scrumptiousness. But then I saw this panel of Captain Rex and... (crying).

@rexxdjarin again with the thick and healthy series latest Echo and Gregor... the study of muscular anatomy is so on point!

@sunshinesdaydream has given us the adorable duo of Hardcase and Sparks

@spicyclones79s has gifted us Omega & Hunter, Commander Wolffe, and a very sweet Foxio

@ladykagewaki always has my heart with the Bebe batch snuggles But also Ms. Fangirl has shared how to summon Echo (May contain spoilers!)

@cloned-eyes made me smile with Wrecker and his little friends but then sob when I saw Jenot.

Comic Recs!:

@paperback-rascal is back with mercy and co with an interesting neurologic finding on Major 40

Fic Recs!:

@pickleprickle 's Newest fic features an injured Mace Windu in the wake of the Empire's rise in Shattered Sunrise. When I say I binged the first two chapters... go read!

if anyone is in need of a Howzer Fic after @the-rain-on-kamino has just reposted their Exigency series. I didn't get a chance to read it the first time and am making my way through it now and let me tell ya... the love, the longing, the CAPTAIN! oh and the build up to the SMUT!

Hopefully I'll have the other comic pieces gathered together for next week and a few more recs. Till then happy reading!

This is one HECK of a list that's got a little something for every TCW/TBB fan out there! I love all of the artwork, and the fics are phenomenal!!!

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shewolfofficial · 1 year

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IM NOT OKAYYYY

what if it's crosshair saying this to omega 😭

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Hey I absolutely love your writing and wanted to ask you if you could do a batch ,rex,Wolffe,Gregor Howzer x reader

I just had my finals and I absolutely nailed it

I got one of the best scores in my country and will be able to go to every University I want and my family celebrated with Champagne (my parents sister aunt etc.) what would my clone and I do and how would they act in such a family moment (the first or second time they see my parents and don’t know my other family members)

I would really love to see this and you would make me so happy.

Aloha!

Firstly, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get here! Secondly, CONGRATULATIONS! That's so awesome! I'm proud of you and so are our clone men 😁

The Bad Batch/Rex/Wolffe/Gregor/Howzer x Reader HCs - Proud Family Moment

Mostly Fluff

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

Hunter

He is so happy for you! Hunter is very proud, but also a little nervous to meet your family. He dresses up neatly and brings souvenirs for everyone. He wants to make a good impression.

Flowers, chocolates, champagne, even balloons for you. Even though he might get some critical looks at first, among other things because of his rather conspicuous tattoo on his face, his smart, calm, and kind nature quickly wins over your family.

The way he treats you and looks at you, full of respect, pride and affection, quickly catches everyone's attention. He cares for you, reads your every wish from your lips. Hunter has quickly won not only your heart.

You are the center of the attention, and Hunter is happy to see how happy you are.

Echo

He may seem a little stiff at first, but that's because he's nervous and wants to do everything right. He is immensely proud of you. Echo has brought food, homemade of course, only the finest and other small gifts for you and your family.

It takes a little while, but he finally thaws out and feels really comfortable with you and your family. He even exchanges a few recipes with your aunt and has a pleasant man to man conversation with your father.

Echo feels honored that you and your family let him participate in this moment, and he also thanks you, very solemnly with a little speech in which he also speaks very proudly, about you and your success, which is applauded and well received by everyone.

Wrecker

The hearty giant takes all hearts by storm. He makes jokes, takes care of the drinks for everyone and every time your eyes meet, he beams at you proudly, lovingly.

Your family likes him very much, he is so open and warm. He is not too shy and quickly gets into conversation with people. He speaks highly of you, how much he likes you is more than obvious, and this goes down well with your family.

Wrecker is very grateful for the invitation, he likes that you include him, he likes to be a part of you, your life.

You don't have to worry about anything today, Wrecker serves you from front to back, and he does it with pleasure.

"Let me do that for you!" he says and gets you something to eat, "I'm so proud of you, sweetie".

Tech

He is incredibly proud of you. Tech has often studied with you and gone through your study material with you.

At the party with your family, however, he is unusually quiet at first, afraid to say the wrong thing or to make a mess with his special way. But he gradually thaws out. His gentle, intelligent manner is very well received.

He talks a lot and your family asks a lot of questions, fascinated by the knowledge Tech carries around with him.

His smile is small, almost gentle, but his eyes light up every time your eyes meet. Tech is very proud of you and incredibly grateful to be here to celebrate with you and your family. He's never had much of a real family, aside from his brothers, but this feels like home.

Crosshair

You could not persuade him to come to the family celebration. Crosshair wrestled with himself for a long time, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He is just not ready yet. However, that doesn't change the fact that he is incredibly proud of you.

You have a date for the evening, after the party. Corsshair is there much too early, waiting on the street corner with a feeling in his stomach as if he had swallowed a big stone. He feels he let you down when he declined the invitation.

He waits until you come out, waves to you. Crosshair has flowers for you and a fancy bracelet, a small gift for the successful graduation.

"Are you mad?" he asks as you smile and put on the bracelet.

You look at him questioningly.

"What, why?"

"Because I wasn't at the ceremony," he says meekly, still feeling the rock in his stomach.

You kiss his cheek and say, "No Cross, I'm not. You're not ready, and that's okay."

A small smirk appears on his lips.

Rex

He is so proud, has told everywhere about it, no matter if people want to hear it or not, somehow he always manages to slip your degree into a conversation.

You're already afraid people won't like you anymore because they're constantly being chatted up about you by him.

Of course, he comes to the family party. Disciplined, polite and decent as Rex is, he is well received by your family.

He pushes chairs, helps people out of their jackets, pours drinks for the women present, and is, as always, a gentleman. He quickly becomes the center of attention, even when he doesn't want to be. Every now and then he throws you a wry smile or a wink, while your aunt hangs on his arm and asks him a thousand questions.

You can't blame her, how could anyone not like Rex?

Wolffe

Oh, he is very proud of you, very happy about your success. But he would rather celebrate with you alone.

At first, he doesn't really want to come to the family party, he thinks he would only disturb them, but you can persuade him. Of course, he has flowers for you and a bottle of fine, sweet wine from Naboo.

The stoic, serious Wolffe is looked at quite critically at first, partly because he seems so gloomy and serious. But he and your father strike up a conversation, and slowly the good Wolffe thaws out. You watch them for a while and are fascinated by how lively they talk, they seem to get along very well.

Wolffe's gaze briefly wanders to yours, he smirks and winks at you, his way of saying that it was a good idea for him to come along.

Gregor

He is enraptured, totally thrilled.

"That's great, I'm so proud of you!" he exclaims, twirling you around.

Of course, he comes along to the family party. Gregor is just a little shy for a moment, but quickly finds his way in and into various conversations with your relatives. You hear his sweet giggle over and over and smile in satisfaction.

He helps your father at the barbecue, in between handing out drinks, happily contributing and already feeling almost at home himself.

He is so gentle and at the same time full of energy that you can only watch him grinning. Gregor beams at you as your eyes meet. Gregor is very proud of you and very happy to be here and celebrate with you and your family.

Howzer

You are so disappointed. Howzer canceled at short notice, an unexpected mission is coming up, and he has to leave the planet. Actually, you are still happy, you are proud, and rightly so. But the fact that Howzer had to cancel at such short notice drags your mood down quite a bit, against your will.

With a sigh you enter the house, having bought some cake, when you see that everyone is in the garden. And if your eyes don't deceive you, Howzer is there too. You hurry outside and stare at the people present, your family, Howzer.

There is a large pavilion set up in the garden, a buffet table, benches and tables, all decorated with balloons and flowers.

It turns out Howzer lied to you to surprise you, he planned all this with your family behind your back from the start, got the decorations, seating, drinks and the pavilion.

He beams at you, "Congratulations sweetie, we are all very proud of you. Sorry about the little white lie."

You push the cake into your aunt's hands, who almost drops it, and you fall around Howzer's neck, who hugs you warmly.

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clone-anon-after-dark · 5 months

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So Good (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1557

Warnings: dom!Gregor, foreplay, light bondage (leg restraints, no pain), use of safety colors / safewords (yellow used, but no need for red) and option to tap out during oral (never used), oral sex / gentle face fucking of reader, unprotected PiV sex, sex toy, little bit of edging, praise, telling reader they can take it but backing off when they seem unsure, aftercare with a shared shower. I think that's it. Oh yeah, NSFW, Minors DNI

A/N: established relationship. This fic was inspired by this post and subsequent interaction with @deewithani. Thank you!

There are two versions of this fic. The m!reader version can be found here.

He kissed your neck as he helped you undress. His touch was firm but tender. Grounding. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his hands glide down your hips and legs as he removed your last piece of clothing.

“Doesn’t seem fair,” you said, kissing just below his ear. “You’re still dressed and I’m bare.”

“Just how I want it,” he replied with an involuntary giggle. He had a dark, but slightly playful look. “Lay back,” he instructed. You did as you were told and he pressed kisses along your collarbones and breasts. You’d talked about the plan over dinner and just talking about it was enough to leave you more than a little wet. You waited, wanting to make the anticipation last and get the dishes clean. Now you had the rest of the night together.

You were brought back to the current moment by Gregor kissing the skin where your legs met your folds. You wiggled a little, causing him to hold you down as he placed more kisses. You smiled at him.

“Take your clothes off,” you said sweetly. “I want to see you.”

“Now, now,” he replied. “I’m the one calling the shots. You’ll get to see and feel plenty of me soon enough.” He pulled out a pair of soft leather restraints, a toy, and a bottle of lube. The toy was one of your favorites. It stimulated your g-spot and your clit. He took his time touching every inch of you as he lovingly strapped each of your calves to your thighs using the restraints. You tried closing your legs, but really couldn’t. He chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head.

“That’s right,” he said with a grin. “Completely exposed for me.” You relaxed into the vulnerable position. Before he could ask, you offered “green” and he continued. He lubed up the toy, making sure nothing would feel raw, and placed it inside you with the small suction spot right over your clit. Gregor took the small remote controller for the toy and turned it on. He started on the lowest intensity, not wanting to overdo it and still getting you warmed up. He watched you respond to the stimulation, adding kisses along your breasts, the inside of your elbow, and the back of your hand. He slowly turned up the intensity as he stripped and continued to watch while you moaned and played with your nipples. Once his cock was free he started lazily playing with himself to the tune of your vocalizations. He could touch you in all the right places simply by pressing a button. He switched up the rhythm of the toy’s vibrations, just to keep it interesting and to make sure you didn’t get too close too soon.

“Good girl,” he said, watching you respond.

You smiled up at him as he propped your head and upper back up with a few pillows. He straddled your chest with his now hard cock right in front of your needy mouth. Your legs twitched against the restraints in anticipation of what was next. You loved the taste of him.

“Hands on my hips,” he instructed. “Open your mouth. Relax your jaw and throat.”

You did so, already struggling to focus with the pleasure still being pressed deep inside your core. He used the remote to calm the vibration just enough so you could focus on his cock.

“Two finger taps and I’ll stop,” he reminded.

You tried to relax your jaw some more, allowing him to push himself further into your mouth and just hitting the back of your throat. He paused there with a grunt. Gregor was never comfortable pressing in so deep you couldn’t breathe, but he loved the feeling of your mouth around his length. He pulled most of the way out and started to fuck your face with short thrusts, enjoying the feeling of the head running over your lips. You squeezed his ass, spurring him on. He started longer movements of his hips, groaning at the feeling of your tongue on the underside of his cock. He turned the vibrator up and you started moaning along his length. His familiar smell and taste permeated your senses. Your gaze moved up his body as he pleasured himself using your mouth. You looked up toward his kind eyes. Even when he took charge, he looked like he was so in love.

He switched the pattern on the vibrator, causing a new surge of heat through your body. Not a minute later, your moans came stronger and he knew you were close. You felt the familiar build and knew he would make you wait to finish. He turned the vibrator down all the way and paused, leaving the head of his length in your mouth. You held your mouth open so he could rub the tip over your tongue as he talked.

“You’re close,” he said knowingly with a little chuckle. “Now, do you want to come with my cock buried in your pretty mouth or buried in your gorgeous cunt?” He studied your face. “Either way, I’m going to enjoy filling you.” He held his cock off your tongue just enough that you could speak.

“My pussy,” you answered.

Gregor grinned and moved down the bed, placing himself between your legs. He smiled at the sight of the restraints putting you in the perfect position.

“Let’s keep this in,” he said, tapping the end of the toy buried inside you. “You can take it.” He hovered over you, holding your hands above your head and kissing your jaw. He felt you tighten up at the thought of taking him with a toy stuffed inside you.

“Color,” he asked, looking into your eyes for the truth.

“Yellow,” you answered quietly. He simply nodded, let go of your hands, and removed the toy. He left it on a towel off to the side and went back to hovering over you and kissing your jaw.

“Better,” he asked.

You nodded and added, “green” with a smile.

With that, he was pressing into you, groaning as he bottomed out. He adjusted his position so he could watch you take him. You felt the familiar stretch as he took you, rubbing up at the perfect angle and bringing you closer to the brink. He picked up the pace and pulled you further down the bed, lifting your hips to meet his own. Your breath started coming in fast pants and moans.

“Gregor,” you almost whined, “I need more, please.”

“Go on,” he said with a grin, pausing enough to turn on the toy and hand it to you so you could use one end on yourself. “I want to see.”

He started fucking you again, your bodies now making squelching sounds. Your mind was barely functioning with what he was doing to you, but you pressed the tip of the toy to your nub and started moaning his name. Gregor kept a steady pace, determined for you to finish first. He kept pressing at the perfect angle and with your sensitive bud now vibrating at a glorious speed. It was enough to send you over the edge and you came while crying his name. He helped you ride out your orgasm and whispered “so pretty.” You put the toy aside as you recovered from your high, content to let him use your body for his own pleasure. Watching you climax beneath him was just as fun as finishing himself and in no time he painted your walls, burying himself inside you while whispering praises.

Once he started to catch his breath, he eased himself out of you, sat up, and loosened the leather straps. You stretched out and Gregor took his time to rub your legs. His hands worked to massage down your thighs and calves in slow circles. He kissed the spots under your knees and smiled at you like he was drunk with love.

“You did such a good job for me,” he said, helping you sit up so he could rub your back.

“I had fun,” you replied, leaning into his touch. He kissed your neck and wrapped his arms around you, holding your back to his chest. You sighed and leaned against him for a moment before trying to reach for the towel.

“Oh no,” he said. A giggle overtook him as he held you closer before adding, “I take care of you when I’m in charge. That’s how that works.”

A soft smile spread across your face and you turned to look at him. “If you insist.”

“I do,” he replied. “Actually, instead of the towel, how about a shower?”

You nodded.

Gregor stood up and gave you a hand, making sure to stabilize you if your legs weren’t feeling totally ready. He turned the water on at the temperature you liked and you both got in. He washed your body with the utmost gentleness and washed himself off while you pressed kisses along his chest and back. He wrapped you both in fresh towels and you found yourselves back in bed, lingering kisses accompanied with content hums. You whispered your love to each other before you fell asleep together, Gregor holding you in his arms and making sure you felt secure.

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The Phoenix Rises (Part 2 of If I had known - Tech x Reader)

Summary: The reader hasn't seen Tech, Omega or their brothers in so long. On the night the Empire stormed the city, she knew what had happened. Rising above her fears and insecurity, she sets out on a mission she doesn't know she'll survive.

Author's Note: So I don't know how good I am at combat writing. Not a favourite of mine. But I wanted to write a what happens next.

Warnings: a little gore and references to torture? No behaviour outside the ordinary Clone Wars episode.

Word Count: 7.6 K (I'm getting out of hand now)

“CIDDERAN SCALEBACK,” you voice boomed through the parlour, “get your slithery, scaley ass OUT HERE NOW.” Bolo and Ketch made a beeline for the door immediately and you knew why. You'd never raised your voice like that before, not with such anger. Never like this.

The before, you’d hidden yourself away, locked in your apartment as the chaos of the Empire swelled and boomed around Ord Mantell. From the window, you saw them take Omega. You saw them take the girl you considered to be your little sister. But what could you have done really? You weren't a solider. You were just some nobody kid from a nowhere part of the world.

Yet, it felt like it fell to you to fix this because deep down inside of you, you’d known exactly what had happened and who was responsible for it.

Cid appeared at the door, shoulders slumped, “alright, alright, stop your yammering. I’m right here.” The moment you saw her, you strode directly over to her and punched her square in the side of her face. She fell back, knocked by the weight of your full force assault. She knew she deserved that. She had been waiting for you to show up.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” You seethed, nostrils flaring, “you gave them up. Let me guess, received yourself a nice sizeable reward in return huh?” She stood straight and stretched herself at the shoulders and looked you square in the eye. She had a case in her hand, and you instantly knew that it was the credits she’d sacrificed their lives for. You sneered at her. Cid was taken aback, not once had she seen you this angry. "Their lives were not yours to destroy."

“It was just business, kid,” she responded neutrally, “stay outta it.”

“Just business?” You voice raised several octaves as you repeated that filth. How could she? “Stay out of it?! You've dragged me into it! They are family. They were my family. You gave me them and then you gave them up as if they were nothing.”

"They were just clones, kid." You grabbed the nearest glass on the counter and threw it directly at her head. Unfortunately, she dodged it.

"They were everything, Cid. You and your dodgy deals, your spineless nature. You. This was all you." You strode forward and punched her a second time, a lot harder this time, and this time when she stumbed back, you grabbed the case and opened it. Pretty profitable business for you, huh?” You scoffed, carefully picking up one credit and chucking it at her. “That’s all you get. The rest belongs to the boys that you gave up, you poisonous snake.” She came at you, greedy for her credits, but you simply removed your new blaster from your holster and pointed it directly at her. You didn’t need to look at her to shoot. You’d been practicing, just as Tech had taught you.

The blaster had been a very strange gift from Tech. One you were currently very grateful for. He needed to ensure that should the Empire arrive, you could protect herself. And right now, she was the Empire and it took everything inside you not to fire. So, instead, you simply warned her, don’t. She would not use another one of these credits. They were not hers to spend.

“I was your family long before they were,” she retorted, handed now rubbing the cheek you’d hit. Twice. As you watched her pain you couldn't help but think, man, that had felt good.

What were you becoming? What had this done to you? You were never this person.

“That’s right you were,” You took a step towards her, and she instinctually took two steps back, “but you are no family of mine. I don’t’ even know who you are anymore.” You closed the briefcase, the heaviness of credits yanking your arm downwards. With that you turned on your heel, pausing in the doorway. You reached out to either end of the door frame to steady yourself, a shuddering breath escaping you. You turned your head back, but only a little, “You were better than this. I thought you’d change. But once a snake, always a snake I suppose. I’ll be taking the shuttle. The one Tech and I repaired for you. I’m not sure you’ll have far to travel anyway. Call it... karmic retribution."

“What are you gonna do, huh kid?” She moved towards you, “take on the whole damn Empire?” Her arms were flailing above her as she spoke. “You’re just a nobody from Ord Mantell. What are you gonna do?” That's right, you were just some nobody; a scared, confused and sad nobody from Ord Mantell. But right now, something was being reborn inside of you. An anger, a sense of justice. A war that was not yours had just become the very thing you knew you needed to be a part of. You needed to rebel, you needed to resist.

“I’m going to start by helping fix whatever fucking mess you created. They shoulda left you on Safa Toma.” You sighed as her hand reached for your shoulder. “Omega was too good for the likes of you.”

“Goggles is dead.” She yelled at you and you knuckles whitened for grip on the door. “The Empire showed up and told them. Threw his broken goggles right there on the floor.” She pointed to the spot that she’d seen him. You knees buckled slightly as you stared at the spot, as if you could see his broken goggles there.

“Oh, and the Empire is widely known for its reliable intel.” You knew the goggles were either truly all that were left or a very clever ploy. When did the Empire ever tell the truth.

“Those boys of yours seemed to think he was too.” You sighed, you felt like your heart was shattering on the floor. It couldn’t be true, could it? Either way, it didn’t matter it was time stand up and do the right thing. You had to fight for Omega. For Tech, even if he had gone where you could not follow.

“Even if he is,” you dropped your hands, “even if that is true, I owe it to them to fix the mistakes of a traitor.” The word dripped from your mouth, burning her as she realised how much you now hated her. Turning to face her, your eyes filled with rage, “if I hear that you have provided so much as one more piece of intel, given them up in any other way, I will come back here and I will kill you.” Her hand dropped from your shoulder, shock withering her already aged features. “Goodbye, Cidderan Scaleback.”

You looked into the blue hues of the hyperspace and wondered what the hell you were doing. You were no hero. You had no abilities, no real skill with a blaster and you were heading to planet far from your own that you did not know. What the hell were you doing?

The right thing, you heart told you.

Truthfully, you did not know what you expected to find on Coruscant. You’d never even left Ord Mantell before, let alone travelled thousands of lightyears away to a planet you knew nothing about other than it was the jewel of the Empire. It was pure luck that the shuttle you had stolen from Cid had an Imperial clearance code, probably as a result of her treachery. You shuddered at the thought. But, at least, you wouldn't stumble at the first hurdle and that's enough of a start.

As you brought the shuttle into land, you immediately found the nearest attendant and asked them to fuel up the ship, tossing a credit in their direction. He was an overweight, greying man with no defining features. The perfect dockyard assistant. A humanoid who blended into the background. As the began to walk past you, you turned and queried, “oh and you couldn’t tell me how to find Riyo Chuchi by any chance?”

His eyebrows rose into his grey Imperial cap, and he responded, “the Senator?” You simply nodded. “What do you want with that clone lover?” You saw red at that. You would not have people judged for supporting clones. But beating a man would only land you in a cell, and you were not here for that.

So, instead, grabbing him the scruff of his collar, you wrenched him toward you, “Listen here, you overweight glob of grease, if I weren’t in a rush, I’d teach you a thing or two about manners." You pulled him closer, scrutinising his features to memory for future reference, "but, as it's your lucky day and I have places to be, I’ll just take that answer as a yes. Where do I find her?”

“Kriff’s sake,” he reached up and grasped at your hands trying to be released from your hold, “alright, alright. She’s probably at the Imperial Senate. That's where most senators are. I’d start there if I were you.” As you released him, he muttered lunatic under his breath as he went to refuel your ship. You watched him go with a sneer.

As you tried to walk away confidently from the scene, feeling eyes on you, you sped around the corner of the dockyard and towards the city. You took a moment to flatten yourself against a wall, your breath heaving. You were not this person. You didn’t threaten people. You didn’t assault people and yet, you knew that this was how the new world worked and Cid had dragged you out of the light and into the shadows of traitorous ascent. You needed to rise from your fragility and become something better. If you had any chance of surviving, you had to do what you must. After all, you had to fix the damage she had done. Placing your hands flat on the wall behind you, you focused on the cool sensation of the coarse brickwork.

You’ve got this, you reminded yourself. You had no choice.

You clambered your way up the steep stairs to the taxi rank platform. For a moment, you simply looked out a sea of lights and shuttles. This truly was a different world than the one you knew. Once you broke the spell of the view, you hailed one of the infamous Coruscant Air Taxis. As you stepped into the cab with a sigh, you requested they take you to the Imperial Senate. Much like the shipyard attendant, his eyebrows rose questioningly but instead of saying anything, you simply sped off into the city.

You took a minute to admire the breadth and vibrancy of the place that now surrounded you. But this area seemed almost as seedy as Ord Mantell, it wasn’t until you rose above the lower districts that you saw it all. The remainders of the Jedi Temple in one direction and the shining beacon of the Imperial Senate. A reminder of what has past and what is. A sight of splendour and riches you had never known. You fondled at the Imperial chain code that Tech had made you that was secure in your pocket. Hopefully it would be enough to fool any guards that came your way. Hopefully there would be none.

When you finally reached the Senate, you took a breath before entering. Act like you belong, you reminded yourself. Though your scruffy appearance would do nothing to help you with that. As you walked as assuredly as you could, you reached the guard at the desk and immediately found yourself asking for Riyo Chuchi. When he looked at your questioningly and you sighed before continuing, “please inform her that we share a mutual acquaintance by the name of Echo. She will come down for that.” You mockingly lifted your chin high as you waited, nerves swimming around your body.

When the senator, with two armed guards, appeared before you questioningly. She offered her hand for you to take and you gave your name as you shook it.

"I need you to tell me where Echo is," you said, "last I heard, he was here and I need to help them." She pulled you away from the main stretch of corridor in the nearest alcove.

"Yes, your friend is here," she said, "but first, you must learn to be a little more covert with your enquiries. Dark things fester here." A warning that spread to her eyes as she kept you by the arm in the alcove. "How do you know Echo?"

"He is like a brother to me, all of the Bad Batch are. I came as soon as the Empire left Ord Mantell." She searched your eyes for lies, as a good senator must. But she only found truth and resolve so she nodded.

"I will tell you where to go," she decided, as she pulled you back into the hallway, "but first, we must act like good friends so as to not rouse suspicion. Can you manage that?" You simply nodded, placing a fake smile upon your lips.

Hunter called out your name in disbelief, as you walked to them as they huddled around a holomap, placed carelessly on a crate in front of them. The hanger was messy and crowded. Everybody seemed to be doing everything and nothing all at once. A blonde haired clone reached for the holomap and yanked it from the table as you approached. You couldn't help but yank Hunter into a drawn out hug. You were so glad to see him. “Hunter,” you greeted him cautiously, as you pulled back from the hug, still with the credits clutched to your side. “I – uh – know this won’t make up for what Cid did but,” you threw the heavy container onto the crate and opened it, turning them to face it, “I took the credits she certainly did not deserve from turning you in. I hope they can help you, help this, somehow.” Hunter appeared tired and grief stricken, now that you truly saw his face in the dim light.

“So, it’s all true then?” You murmured in disbelief, “they took Omega?” Hunter could only nod in response and then you realised if that were true, then, “and Tech is…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. The lump in your throat constricting your breathing. You felt the tears brimming at your eyes.

“He fell,” Hunter said, trying to catch your eyes, “he fell saving us.” Of course, he did, you realised. Of course, he’d bloody sacrifice himself for them. Plan 99, the plan you’d always known about. He’d told you about it of course. Of 99 on Kamino and the sacrifice he made. You had tried to make him promise that he never would, even though you knew he never would promise that. You knew that if the situation called for it, he would do it without question. But he also knew that you didn’t truly expect him to promise that. You knew him too well to demand such a promise.

“I’d hoped it wasn’t true.” You sighed, grief stricken but resolute, “what can I do to help? I have a ship, the credits, a blaster… though I’m not sure I know how to use it as well as clone.” As you rambled off the ways you thought you could be useful, before Hunter simply walked towards you and placed his hand on your shoulder. “Tech taught me enough, I can help, Hunter.”

"You seem different," he said, searching your eyes for something. "Where's that fear gone?"

"Where's your happiness gone?" And then he understood that your grief was no different from his own but they had impacted you in different ways.

“Listen kid, this is going to be difficult and without Tech,” he cleared his throat, “well, we are going to struggle even more. You need to be sure you are willing to lay your life on the line because we aren't sure we will make it out of this one unscathed.”

“I love Omega. I’ll do anything I can to protect her,” you placed your hand atop his, “I’ve got this Hunter. I’ll grieve for Tech when I know Omega is safe. Just tell me what to do.” Suddenly, you whipped your head around to stare at the blonde clone who stood there watching the interaction intently, realising you'd ignored him fully. “And this is?”

“This is Rex, of the 501st.” He reached out his hand to you as Hunter introduced you as a dear friend from Ord Mantell. A title you no longer felt you deserved but were grateful for none the less. You smiled at the clone as he observed you carefully. “Rex is helping us to try and locate Omega.”

“You mean you don’t know where she is?” You almost shouted, “how is that even possible?” You ran your hands through your hair in desperation. This situation was well and truly fucked.

“The Empire is running a clandestine cloning operation,” Rex explained with an air of seniority, “it is very difficult to trace.”

"Yeah, that tracks," you grumbled, "and without Tech, tracing them must be..."

"Difficult, yes," Rex kindly finished for you as your mind drifted back to his gentle caresses.

“Fantastic,” you groaned, before realising, ��I know someone who may be able to help. He can be sketchy, bit like Cid but less of a snake in the grass, and his intel is almost always good. Cid introduced us years ago." With a new found sense of purpose, you affirmed, "just leave it with me, he should be here on Coruscant.” Neither clone had a better plan, so they shrugged trusting you just enough to try and salvage this situation.

"Just remember..." Hunter began but you held your hand up to stop him.

"Covertly and carefully," you said remembering the Senator's words. "Don't worry I've got this."

And with that, you took off into the night of Coruscant, determined to find Dexter Jetter. Friend to Jedi and clone alike.

About three rotations later, you'd gone over the plan countless times. You were lazing on some crates, one leg carefully dangling off the side, letting it swing back and forth aimlessly.

Wrecker and Hunter stood beside you. Rex, Gregor and Echo stood over the holomap you'd retrieved of Mount Tantis and all the intel you'd managed to coax out of bounty hunters in bars. As it turns out, being an innocent looking female meant that intel was given out fairly freely. If you just batted your eyelids a little.

"Question, if you don't mind," you said as you leant up onto elbow. You leg suddenly very still, "how many of these plans actually go according to plan?"

"HA," Wrecker's laughter echoed through the hangar, "usually, none. But that's where the fun begins."

"You and I have very different definitions of fun, Wrecker." You reminded him gently.

"That's cus you've never tried it my way," he retorted, laughing again. When he punched your shoulder gently, you couldn't help but smirk at him. He had a point.

"So, this is it. Mount Tantis. Rescue Omega. Maybe find Crosshair? High tail it out there before too much security shows up?"

"Terminate Dr. Hemlock should we find him too," Rex reminded you.

"Right, right right. Just a minor execution hidden amongst the rescue plan." You flapped your head back down, covering your eyes with your arm, "how could I forget?"

What the holy fuck had you gotten yourself into? You groaned to yourself inwardly. You just had to keep reminding yourself, this was the right thing to do.

You'd gone over the plan again and again aboard the shuttle. Not that it mattered; you knew there was no way it would be this easy.

You’d landed the ship several hundred clicks away. You had walked with tactical devices, a blaster and the company of nothing but clones for what felt like an eternity. You were barely able to control your breathing without heaving. You thought you were going to throw up. The uphill struggles you felt on the walk, clearly did not affect anyone else. Some cardio may be needed if I'm to keep doing this, you thought to yourself. Then, on top of all of that, was the cliff face, of which there was only one way up and the tip of it was nowhere in sight. You sighed and as you stared upwards, Rex came to stand beside you, to simply ask, “are you sure you’re ready for this, kid?” You nodded resolutely.

Just think of Omega. Just think of Omega. You repeated to yourself in an odd sort of mantra as you began to scale the side of the cliff. Luckily, you had some experiences in climbing on the outer edges of Ord Mantell. But nothing like this. You knew that if you simply did not look down and focused on each movement you would be fine. Climb slowly to scale quickly. That was what you had always known to be true.

“We’re gonna die. We’re gonna die. We’re gonna die.” Was all you could hear Wrecker saying beside you. You looked over to him, eyebrow cocked, as if to say, seriously? “I don’t like heights. Tha’s all.”

“Well that little mantra of yours definitely isn’t going to help.” You hissed back. “Climb slow to scale quickly,” you told him. “And stop looking down for goodness sake.”

“R-right. Climb Slow. Scale Fast.” He nodded before continuing his climb. You felt some comfort in knowing he was afraid too. It made you feel like less out of place amongst this group. You each continued upon the path upwards. Your hands began to ache and your legs throbbed from the pain but you knew you had to persevere. For Tech's sister, you reminded yourself. This was for Omega.

Landing at the top, you all took immediate cover. Noticing the dockyard was eerily empty, you all crept silently along to the wall, heading directly for the entrance. This was it. No turning back now. As you crept behind Rex, relying on his knowledge to see you through, his hand moved to halt you, as TK troopers, patrolled the hallway. You slammed yourself into the wall as quietly as you could.

As they patrolled on by, unaware of your presence, you pulled out the PADD and located the prison corridor where you suspected you’d find Omega. Directing Rex and Gregor down the corridor, you continued to follow the map as they guarded you. Realising you were suddenly assuming Tech’s usual roll in all of this.

Twists and turns, ducking and dodging all the troopers. This place was heavily fortified and there was only so many times that Echo could jam their security feed before an error was made. You simply did not have enough time and you knew when, not if, when this went wrong, it was going to be one hell of fight to get out again.

When you finally arrived at the cells, you searched and searched for Omega as Rex and Gregor set about freeing as many clones and prisoners as they could. You ran frantically down, head flipping from side to side until you found her. Your eyes went wide as she ran towards the barrier calling out your name in surprise. You raised your finger to your lips as if to quieten her. “Hunter,” you whispered, “over here.” Immediately, he was at your side, working on the panel to release the shield.

She immediately fell into his arms and you smiled; she had tears in her eyes. Until suddenly, she rammed into your side, hugging you too. Until she looked up at you, a pained expression on her features. “T-tech,” she began.

“He’s dead,” you sighed, “I know, kid.” “N-no, he’s down that way. I-in the testing facility,” she said all in one breath, “Crosshair’s there too. He refused to give us up. I – I don’t know what that doctor did to him. To either of them.” You could hear the desperation in his voice. He’s alive?! Your brain was screaming in a million different ways. There was a ringing in your ears as your brain tried to take everything in. You handed her the map and told her to show you where. She pointed to the rough area where they were being held, though she said she couldn't be certain.

“Okay,” you said with authority, “Rex, Gregor… get these clones outta here and on that shuttle. Omega, go with them.” Rex simply looked at you with a smirk on his face and simply said, “and like that, she was a phoenix borne from the ashes.” You smirked at him and gave him a nod of friendship. Behind you, Omega went to protest your command but Hunter grabbed her shoulder and nodded that she should listen, “Omega, if you don’t get out of here then we came here for nothing. Please, go.” You'd gotten onto one knee, a hand on a shoulder. The whole thing, it was almost a beg.

“That’s an order, soldier,” Hunter murmured to her. The only thing that would make her go.

With reluctance, she took towards Rex and tried to help the stragglers reach safety. Hunter watched her dumbly as she did so. To have been so close and now leaving her in the care of regs was not easy for him. “Hunter,” you commanded, “Wrecker, Echo, you three need to come with me. Let’s go get our boys back.” Wrecker raised his hand for a high five and you smiled before raising your hand to his.

All stunned by your sudden authority, they simply complied. Everyone rushing into action as silently as possible. You knew that the alarms would be triggered as soon as someone checked the feed for the prison cell or when they noticed the feeds for the corridors leading back to the entrance had all gone dark. You had so little time, but you would not leave without him.

You’d lost him once. Not again.

You removed your blaster from your holster and began leading the Batchers down the corridors, stopping only to hide from further patrols or when Echo needed to disable a door or camera. The closer you got, the more nervous you became. What if you were too late? What if he was too injured?

There were so many what ifs running through your mind as you made your way towards the testing lab Omega had pointed out. And as Echo worked on the door, you thought your heart may explode for fear of what you may found.

That’s when a platoon of six TK troopers rounded the corner and yelled ‘halt’ at you. Echo paused only momentarily before continuing on the door. You reached into your pocket and threw a stunning device dead centre between them. Seconds later, they were down.

“Nicely done,” Wrecker boomed, and you gave him another stern look. Subtlety really was not his strong suit. “Sorry,” he whispered. The doors suddenly opened, and you turned.

What you saw did little to quell that fear etched into your heart. Tech and Crosshair were strapped to two separate tables and neither seemed conscious. After checking the room was empty, you ran straight to Tech, clutching to him in relief as the monitors showed the stable rhythm of his heart. You pressed your forehead to his clammy one. He stirred slightly. He was alive.

“Tech, hey,” you placed your hand on his head, tears streaming from your eyes, “Tech, it’s me. I’m here.” You stroked at his head gently as his brothers unbuckled his restraints. He reached out to touch your face.

“W-what?” Tech’s eyes were foggy, glassy. It was as if he couldn’t see you. What the hell had they done?! A rage surged through you at the sight of him. “What trickery is this? What cruelty is this?” He groaned out in pain, and he was finally free of the restraints. You continued to just stroke his hair gently, whispering gentle words of safety as he called out for them to stop. Once he was free, his brothers went to help Crosshair.

“No trickery, Tech, I promise I’m here,” you whispered close to his ear, taking his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. You realised you had little time and needed to convince him it was you. So you said the words that only you knew, “if I had but known…” you whispered lowly to him and his eyes finally focused, looking you dead in the eye.

“What are you doing here?” His voice an urgent plea, as the reality of the situation came crashing down upon him. “You shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?”

“Oh, you know, fancied a tea party on Imperial soil and who doesn’t love a tea party in a clandestine medical facility?” You joked and he sputtered a laugh at that. “I’m here for you, silly man. Well, technically, I thought you were dead. So, I was here for Omega and then she said she’d seen you. Now, I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere without you. Not again.” You squeezed his hand again, his grip getting firmer on yours. “We need to move and fast. We don’t have long and I’m not sure I can carry your weight and fire all at once.”

“G-give me the blaster.” He mumbled, heaving in a weighty, laboured breath, as he moved to sit upright. “You keep me steady, and I’ll shoot. It would be the more effective plan.” Even halfway to death, his plans were still more logical than yours. But you were no tactician. Handing him the blaster, you placed his arm around his shoulder and counted him up to movement. His legs buckled slightly and with all of your might, you tried to keep him upright.

You looked to your left and saw that Crosshair had been on the bed next to him, unconscious. Hunter had gone to him with Wrecker. Wrecker lifted his limp body from the bed, hoisted him over his shoulder with ease and made for the door.

Then, suddenly, the alarms went. Well, you couldn’t help but think, that was almost a smooth operation.

When Tech finally steadied himself, he gave you a brief nod and you moved towards the door with the others. Omega was safe. Wrecker, Echo, Hunter, Crosshair and Tech were all with you. The full Bad Batch working together; surely, you’d escape with such a formidable group, right? Even if two of them were injured. They'd been injured before. This would be fine, right? But you couldn’t stop your heart hammering in your chest. You didn’t want to die. You’d just wanted to do the right thing. You didn't want to die here.

We just have to get to Rex on that shuttle. Then you would be able to go home, safe. But where was home now? Kriff’s sake, you moaned to yourself, no time for that now. Worry about home later.

As Echo opened the door, there was intense blaster fire immediately coming through the door. You pushed Tech against the wall to the right, earning an 'oomf' sound from deep in his throat and you simply held Tech to your side, plastered against the wall and hoped that the others could handle the TK troopers. Everyone held their position as the blaster fire continued.

“Am I about to find out about this infamous Wrecker strategy?” You joked as you held yourself and Tech steady against the metal framework of the wall.

“Hell YEAH,” he boomed and ran dead centre into the door frame, firing at will. Laughing as he did so. You peered around the wall to find his stance firm as he fired at will.

“It’s not really a strategy, is it?” You whispered to Tech who looked up at you.

“No, it is more of an active extemporisation.” He informed you and you scrunched your face up in agreement. Yet, his particular brand of explosive chaos seemed to be working. So you pulled Tech alongside you and made for the exit as fast as you could.

You were still able to successfully hide in the numerous alcoves but the moment you reached the open space of the hangar bay, blaster fire began coming from every angle. You reached for your second blaster and using your non-dominant hand to aim, you began firing at the troops blocking your escape.

You limped your way across the landing pad as Tech tried with all his might to hit on target as he aimed at the approaching troopers. His aim was understandably off but there was no excuse for their pathetic aim. Tech managed hit after hit until you reached the cliff face.

“Now what?” You shouted at Hunter, who appeared at your side. He lifted Tech over his shoulder and shouted ‘climb’ at you. “Wrecker, come on!” You yelled at the clone still emitting heavy blaster fire at the troopers. Echo had Crosshair loosely over his shoulder as he began to climb downwards.

You needed time, to get below the cloud line. You remembered the smoke device in your other pocket and as you threw it, you yelled at Wrecker to climb. And so he did.

You’d managed to buy yourself just enough time to get low enough that the erratic blaster fire from above missed all of you. Luck, that was pure luck.

As you ran through the wooded area, you continued to provide cover fire with Wrecker. Ducking behind and weaving through the trees as Echo and Hunter carried the fallen brothers to the shuttle.

As you got the gangplank, Hunter handed Tech back to you and began to help Wrecker buy some time. The ship was crowded with clones which, truthfully, was quite an alarming sight.

You helped Tech weave through the sea of them and then suddenly you called out, “which bunk is his?” Does it really matter, you wondered to yourself. You just needed to get him somewhere safe.

“Furthest on the left,” Hunter called out as the ship clunked closed and immediately burst into the sky. Wrecker ran for the gunner’s seat and began to fire at the deployed Imperial air support.

You followed his directions and lowered Tech onto his bed. As you stood to move, he grabbed your hand and appealed that you stay. How could you refuse him? You couldn’t refuse the man a thing. Placing your hand on his, you promised him, “I will be back just as soon as we actually get out of here.” He simply nodded dumbly at you.

He barely recognised this version of you. You were thinner, more exhausted, the mirth seemed to have diminished in your eyes. You were hardened. There was no fear. Where had the girl from Ord Mantell gone? This was not that like that night at your door. How did you change so drastically? From a girl scared of her feelings to a fighter for the rebellion. You gave orders, lay your life on the line, scaled up and down a cliff face and faced off blaster fire. His mind reeled at the changes, but he simply lay his head back and tried to relax himself. His body ached and his mind was exhausted. He was simply grateful to be alive.

The second you jumped to hyperspace, you ran back and knelt beside him, keeping his warm in both of yours and he simply lay there staring at you, he couldn't help but take in the features of your face. He'd almost forgotten what you looked like, thanks to Dr. Hemlock. Sudenly, Rex appeared in the doorway and came in to place his hand on your shoulder, “you did well out there, soldier. Kept your cool, mostly,” he said, glancing at Tech with a smirk, “we wouldn’t have them without your help. You have my thanks.”

“No, thank you, Captain, you didn’t force me to leave him again,” removing one hand from Tech's, you offered him your arm in bond, which he returned. As he left the quarters of the ship, leaving you alone with Tech once again. You refocused your attention on him, small tears of joy forming in your eyes. A small smile on your lips, until you noticed a peculiar look in his eyes.

“You seem different,” Tech eventually murmured as he squeezed his hand into yours differently. Tears began streaming down your cheeks.

“A phoenix borne from the ashes,” you reminded him.

“Well, I decided to paint my ledger with a little red,” you told him quietly, “that changes a person.”

"DAMN RIGHT IT DOES!" Wrecker bellowed from the doorway, entering with a laugh. "Wha' did Rex call you again?"

“That’s it,” Wrecker said, plopping down next to both of you, “your girl’s a damn phoenix, Tech. When she heard you were alive, weren’t no damn clone gonna stop her gettin’ to you. Told you you’d like my way of doin’ things.” He laughed again, clipping you on the shoulder with his first. You had to admit… deep down, you had enjoyed doing things the Wrecker way. Even if it was chaotic.

Wrecker fell silent and then you all humbly fell into a companionable silence. Then, Wrecker noticed you holding onto Tech’s hand and flushed a soft pink before excusing himself, rather awkwardly, realising he’d interrupted a moment of some sort. You'd been parted a long time, and he'd just sort of barged his way into it. He was just glad to have his brothers back.

“Is that true?” Tech said as he rested his head softly on its side as he stared at you. You shrugged, unable to truly process the actions of the past several hours. You truly were not the same person he had left behind all those rotations ago. “If I had but known…” Tech repeated, as he had done so long ago, with a soft smile on his lips, “if I had but known you were phoenix waiting to be reborn…”

“What can I say? You boys, Omega… you changed me. The Empire brought the fight to my family, and I wasn’t… I couldn’t…” You began to sob, a sob which touched every part of your being, with your head pressed into your joined hands. “You were dead, Tech. I couldn’t just go on the way I was. They took you from me.”

In that moment, Tech sat up in his bed with a slight groan. He patted the space beside you, and you complied still sobbing uncontrollably, he pulled you flush against him. “I am right here beside you,” he reminded you as he simply held onto you. You realised that these were the tears you’d been holding back for so long. It was over and everyone was safe. “I do not intend to go anywhere again anytime soon. No tea parties at Mount Tanis for us.” You couldn’t help but giggle at this.

You wiped away your tears and stared at him with a sheepish gaze, “I blame that comment on the phoenix.”

“Well, the phoenix is certainly a mighty creature.” He placed a hand softly beneath your chin, encouraging you to raise your eyes, “one of hope and renewal. It is rather fitting when I truly think of it.” You placed his hand on his cheek and carefully brought his lips to yours. Gentle and sweet. You would push it no further than that. The sensation of his plush but cracked lips against yours was more than enough. A demonstration of the hope renewed in you now that he was at your side again.

You pulled away suddenly, a thought racing to enter your mind and interrupting your tender moment with Tech, though you remained close to one another.

“Hey, Hunter,” you called out and you heard the gentle thud of movement as he popped his head around the corner, “where the fuck are we going now?” Tech smiled as he realised your mind was still on the mission. Perhaps you were far more like him than either of you had previously realised.

“Pabu.” He said simply, before closing the curtain to the bunks and walked away.

“What the kriff is a Pabu?” You asked, looking at Tech perplexed.

“A remote isle. They - ” Tech paused to groan as he lay back down, “they will not find us there. Will you stay now?” He asked, searching your eyes for the warmth he loved so dearly. “I thought of you so often and now you are here. Please do not go away again?” Your eyes couldn’t help but warm at the sentiment.

And so, you carefully lay yourself down beside him and pressed your face into his neck. “I’m going nowhere. But promise me something,” you whispered into his neck and he hummed, “please stop going places that require that kind of extraction.” He barked a small laugh but the pain overcame it before the mirth managed to reach his voice.

“I will try.” He whispered as he turned his head into your soft hair with a contented sigh.

You’d all arrived on Pabu as weary refugees and were welcomed instantly. By Phee. By Shep. By countless others. Even though many of you had arrived, with very little warning that you would, they took you all in with good grace. They set about healing and helping you all wherever they could. You were grateful.

After spending the afternoon with Omega, simply catching up on all that you’d missed and chasing moonyo’s around the winding steps of the city. Hunter came and found you, calling you to dinner. As you moved to go with them, Hunter stopped you by the shoulder. Perplexed, you simply looked at him, fear etched into you. Where you no longer welcome?

“Relax,” he said as he felt your tension, “Tech is waiting for you. He’s down on the docks.” With a simple but knowing smile, he pointed you in the direction of his location. You walked slowly down the steps, unsure of what to expect. When you arrived, you heart soared. A healed Tech was sitting with his legs over the edge of the wall, simply looking out at the sunset.

“Hi,” you offered up meekly. He turned slightly to look at you with a small smile on his lips. You sat beside him on a woollen blanket with a grunt. All of that climbing had left an ache in your body that you’d never felt before and without the adrenaline, boy did it hurt.

“I did not know how to express my gratitude,” Tech began, adjusting his goggles. “Then Omega and Hunter recommended a simple dinner shared between us. Shep set up the dinner itself. I was just informed to be here at a certain time.” He looked at your awkwardly, and when you said nothing, when you continued to stare out at the sunset, “I believe I owe you my thanks. For saving my life. For saving Omega and Crosshair also.”

You looked at him with confusion, “that was very much a group effort, Tech.”

“Yes, well, they are clones. It is in their DNA to fight. It is not in yours. You went above and beyond all that could have been expected.” You reached in and kissed his cheek.

“I’d do it a thousand times over if it meant you were safe.” He simply looked at you as you couldn’t meet his eye. This was the version of you he could remember. Not the soldier. Not the tactician. The nervous woman he’d fallen for long ago. Suddenly, you turned and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and his hand instinctually reached up to touch the spot which was warmed by your affection.

"I thought about you every day," you told him, taking a sip of your poured wine.

"I thought of you also, perhaps not every day. But certainly more than I should have, given the circumstances," he looked at you peculiarly, "I had almost forgotten those eyes. When I lost my data PADD with our photo and was separated from my brothers, I had to rely on memory alone. But I feel as though somehow you saved my mind." He showed you his new device in his hand, the photo had been placed the background once more.

You smiled up at him, placing a hand on his cheek. "Perhaps soon, a new photo would be in order?" He agreed wholeheartedly.

“You know, I think I could do it.” You said suddenly.

“Do what?” He asked quickly, wondering where your thoughts were.

“Help with the effort against the Empire.” You began to pick at your nails as you spoke. “What they’re doing… what they did to you, to so many…it’s wrong.”

“It is.” He agreed simply. “But there are others that could do that job.” He reached over the blanket and grasped at your fidgety hands and brought one to settle between you. “You were admirable and commendable. But there are others.”

“You don’t think I could do it?” It was a painful question to ask him. After all that, he still thought you were some fragile thing that needed protecting.

“I have no doubt that you could.” He sighed slightly, struggling for the right words. “I just wish that you would stay here. With me. At least for now. I have been craving to be near you, to be with you, ever since we left Ord Mantell. I do not wish to part from you again so easily. This war will go on for a long time yet. We can rejoin the effort after I have done all the things I wish to do. Things I hope you want to do as well.”

He reached over and cupped your chin, as you often did with his, and he quickly brought his lips to yours. It was soft and sweet and contained all the things neither of you could say to each other. At least, not yet. When you pulled away, an airy smile on your face, “I think I could do that.”

"Good," he affirmed, "now, please eat something. You're thinner than the optimum weight for someone of your height." He took a berry into his hand and pushed it towards you. Instead of taking it with your hand, you leaned forward, tucking your hair behind your ears and took the berry with your mouth. Not once did you break eye contact. His lips parted as he watched you. Yes. He certainly liked this bolder version of you.

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