#tbb fanfic

[thegreymarveljedi]

I Demand Cuddles

Hunter x Reader / Wrecker x Reader / Tech x Reader / Crosshair x Reader / Echo x Reader

My first ever Drabble! I’ve never written one before but this seemed like it fit well. Originally this was supposed to be just a Crosshair short fic but then I got to thinking, why not write about all of them? So here we go!

Warning: EXTREME FLUFFFF, soft Batch, lots of kisses, cuddles, suggestive themes but no really smut, peaceful, (y’all will need to book a dentist appointment after reading this tooth rotting FLUFF), touch starved bad batch, happy endings all around.

Words: 2.0K

The sun creeping in through the windows of your cosy home is what roused you from your comfortable slumber, the birds chirping outside signalling that it was sometime in the morning. The plush bed beneath your body was warm and inviting, tempting you to fall asleep once more. As you lay in bed, eyes trained on the ceiling, you smiled in contentment. Life was good, a warm happy home, great food, great company and anything anyone could ever want in a home.

You turned your head to the left and smiled at the trooper who lay asleep there, worry lines gone and mouth open in soft snores. He looked so handsome and content, no tension left in his shoulders as they faintly rose up and down with his breathing. As carefully as you could, you moved the covers off your body, slowly sat up and placed your feet on the ground…

Hunter

You didn’t even manage to fully sit up before arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into the firm, warm chest of your sergeant. You let out an airy giggle as one of his arms locked firmly around you, the other quickly pulling the blanket back up to your chin before retreating back under the covers and finding its home on your waist.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Hunter said in his devilishly sultry morning voice. There was an underlying smokiness to it which made your legs weak and core clench.

“I was gonna-“

“Try to sneak out of bed?”

“No, I was going to get out of bed to make breakfast you goofball. It’s almost 8 and we have work today.”

Hunter only grunted in response and instead, rolled your body over to face him, resting his chin on top of your head.

“We don’t have to go for a little bit,” Hunter said sleepily, a yawn leaving his lips as he held you. He didn’t want to leave the warm, cozy comfort of your bed just yet, content to just hold you in his arms forever. You let out another giggle, loving how clingy Hunter got in the mornings. There was something endearing about how he held you, kissed your forehead, whispered sweet nothing in your ear. It made you look forward to waking up in the morning but also going to sleep at night.

Hunters hands around your waist tightened ever so slightly, giving you two pulsing squeezing before relaxing again. You smiled and returned the gesture, giving his shoulder the same two pulsing squeezes before snuggling into him once more.

It was a gesture that had started during the war, a small sign to let each other know the other was okay. And now it represented your unwavering love for one another. It was calm, peaceful and safe.

“Hunter?”

”Hm?”

“I love you so much,” you said, placing a kiss to his scruffy chin, smiling at the happy rumble that came from his chest.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner cyare,” Hunter said, the Mando’a rolling off his tongue in a way that made you keen happily. Hunter chuckled and smoothed his hand down your back, giving your bum a couple squeezes as well. You just laughed and playfully swatted his chest, trying and failing to keep your composure.

“You’re such a man.”

“You love me though hm?”

“Always have and always will.”

Wrecker

Wreckers snores luckily drowned out the sounds of the floor boards, making it easier to slip out of bed. However, that just had to be the moment when Wrecker rolled over onto his other side, arm outstretched and feeling around your side of the bed for you.

“Wha-“ he slurred, his mind waking up ever so slightly to register that you had moved. You turned your head to gaze over your shoulder at him, smiling as his sleepy eyes met yours.

“Good morning sweetheart,” you said and Wrecker looked around, his brain still trying to catch up with his body.

“Whas-Whas gon on?” His words were slurred sleepily and you couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. You reached back and placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. Wrecker turned his attention back to you, laying his head back down on the pillow as your soft hand caressed his face.

“Goo mornin babe,” he said, his voice still heavy with sleep, but his good eyes looked at you half lidded and lovingly.

“I’m going to make breakfast. Anything special you want?” You asked, smiling as Wrecker shook his head. Instead of responding with words, he carefully and delicately gripped your wrist, pulling you back toward him with his strength. You let out a quiet yelp as you were brought back into his warm embrace, body warming upas he held you.

“Wan you to stay in bed,” Wrecker said, closing his eyes again and already letting the peacefulness of your presence lull him back to sleep. You giggled softly and tried to leave once again but Wrecker only tighten his gentle grip on you, adjusting positions so that he was spooning you properly and comfortably. All you could do was lay there, accepting the fact that the cuddle monster had gotten you and you were now bound to stay in bed for at least another hour.

“You’re silly you know that?” You said and took wreckers hand in your own, lacing your fingered together as you closed your eyes again.

“You wuv me,” Wrecker replied, his voice already quiet and on the verge of sleep again.

“I do wuv you, my sleepy giant.”

Tech

“Darling?” Tech’s groggy morning voice stoped you in your tracks, making you curse under you breath. You hadn’t wanted to wake him, especially considering that a sleeping Tech was a rare sight. You peaked over your shoulder to see him rubbing his eyes, a yawn leaving his mouth with a small drabble of drool at the corner.

The adorable sight made you giggle, turning back around to wipe his mouth, holding his cheek in your hand and thumbing along his cheek bone. Tech closed his eyes and nuzzled into your hand, placing his slightly larger, warm hand over yours.

“I was going to get up to go to the market. Would you like anything?” You asked softly, already watching as Tech’s eyes began to close again. He really was tired and having you here with him meant comfort, warmth, safety and staying in bed. Tech just shook his head and instead, pulled the blankets back up, trapping you under them with him.

“Tech-“ you were cut off as he sleepily kissed your forehead, cocooning you in his embrace.

“Can we go together later?” Tech asked, tightening his hold on you as his breathing evened out again. You smiled and nodded, even if he couldn’t see it but he felt it. You could feel the way his muscles relaxed even further, his body going soft as it held you.

“We can. Just want to go back to sleep?” You asked, running a hand through his soft brown locks, feeling the way he shivered at the affectionate touch, a sleepy smile on his lips.

“Mmhmm, I require at lease another standard hour,” he said, words muffled and slurred as he spoke into your chest. You just smiled and kissed his forehead, wiggling to get into a more comfortable position.

“I love you Tech,” you whispered, hearing a low rumble and slightly muffled “I love you too,” into your chest. Tech was already asleep again by the time you closed your eyes, his arm locked around your waist and his nose wrinkled in the cutest way.

You smiled down at him lovingly, yawning as you were pulled back into the subconscious plain of dreams, content to stay in bed forever if Tech was by your side.

Crosshair

“Get back here,” the words made you stop, not daring to turn around to see the cheeky sniper who lay beside you. He was very clingy in the morning, especially if he was comfortable and would only get out of bed when his stomach began to growl louder than Wreckers snores.

“I was going to go for a walk by the water,” you said softly, chancing a glance over to him. Crosshair was curled up on his side facing you, left eye still closed but his right eye peered at you through sleepy lashes He wore a tired pout, blankets bunched up in his fists. You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips as you looked at him. No matter how many morning you woke up next to him, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever met.

“A walk can wait. I wasn’t done sleeping,” he said, his voice dripping in sarcasm and fake seriousness that you couldn’t help but giggle at, shaking your head as you swung your legs back into the bed. You smiled as Crosshair gave a fake serious nod before pulling you into his body, koala hugging you with the blankets still in his grasp. His hands found their way to your chest, giving a gentle yet possessive squeeze to your breasts, using them like a stress ball.

You laughed this time while stifling a moan, kissing your sleepy snipers forehead, freeing one of your arms from his grip to scratch his head. You felt a rumble of contentment from his chest, his muscles relaxing again as he held you.

“Don’t do that again,” he grumbled sleepily, adjusting to ensure you had enough blanket but also to make sure you couldn’t slip out of his arms again. You just giggled again and placed another kiss to his forehead.

“I won’t Cross. Go back to sleep, Eva go for a walk together in a couple hours,” you said softly, already feeling his breathing evening out again. The only acknowledgment you got that he had heard you was a subtle nod into your shoulder, his arms loosening just a little as he reentered the realm of dreams.

“Sleep well Cross,” you said giving him one more kiss before you closed your eyes again, feeling safe in the arms of your blanket thieving, koala sleeping sniper.

Echo

Only to have a cool hand grab your hand, holding you gently in place. You turned your head to look at Echo who was rubbing his eye with his other hand, pout on his lips as he looked at you.

“Don’t go,” he said, almost so quiet you didn’t hear him, but luckily you did. You smiled softly at him before bringing your legs back into bed, lying down to face your handsome trooper.

“I was just going to make us some food,” you said, moving your hand to cup his cheek gently. Echo leaned into the warmth of your hand, pulling you closer to his body and tangling his legs with yours.

“Stay. Please?” He asked, gazing at you pleadingly. The look on his face clued you into the fact that he must’ve had a bit of a rough sleep last night, nodding in response to Echos request.

“I won’t go until you’re ready to get out of bed okay?” You said with a gentle smile. Echo returned it and held you close, closing his eyes and leaning into for a kiss. You reciprocated, meeting his lips halfway. The kiss was gentle and inviting, both of your bodies relaxing into one another as you went on.

Echos hand began to wander as the kiss deepened, one of them carefully tangling in your hair as the other found your bum, giving it a loving squeeze. You moaned into his mouth. Your hand running up and down his back, being mindful of the ports that still protruded from them.

“Wanna have a little fun before breakfast?” He asked, a cheeky smile on his handsome face. You beamed at him, giggling as he rolled you into your back.

“I’d love too,” you breathed as Echo leaned down and connected your lips once more.

I’m back! It’s been a very long, impromptu hiatus but I am alive I promise. I’ve got plenty of stories in the works, it’s just about getting them out of my brain and onto this app.

Thank you for all the continued support!

[techunit]

The Extremely Bad Batch - part 3

Part 1 - here Part 2 - here

includes: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Maul

warning: nsfw 18+ rough oral, threesome with Hunter and Maul. dubcon territory proceed with caution.

note: give it a chance guys, its really good. I highly recommend reading part 1 and part 2 first <3

Hunter

mini recap: you’re kidnapped by the Nightbrothers, Hunter went to look for you, also Hunter gets a boner whenever he sees you scared.

Your lips crash together like there’s no tomorrow. You steal each other’s breaths and moans, his hands gripping at your shoulders, your chest, between your thighs, everywhere, all over you. You kiss him back eagerly, whimpering into his mouth, desperate for his touch.

You’re blindfolded, on a chair, your hands tied behind your back. All you can do is lean into him more, his tongue familiar in your mouth, demanding, hungry.

“Mmh… Hunter… how did you… how did you find me?” you manage between breaths.

At that, the figure pulls away.

“Hunter?” Maul asks, disbelief coloring his voice. “Oh… you’re completely out of it, aren’t you? Poor thing.”

For a few seconds, you genuinely have no idea what is happening. Then it all comes crashing back. The chase. The van. Hunter. Everything.

A tremor runs through you as panic settles into your chest. Suffocating and relentless, leaving you with the horrible sensation that you’ve lost control entirely.

Maul’s hands settle firmly on your shoulders.

“This is all in vain, my dear. There is no point in torturing yourself like this.”

Somehow, beneath the coldness, his voice sounds sincere. For a fleeting moment, it almost seems as though he is genuinely worried about you.

“Ah, perfect. Excellent timing,” Maul says with quiet amusement.

He steps behind you, placing a hand beneath your jaw and tilting your face upward, his thumb brushing lightly along your skin.

The door bursts open. Hunter enters angry like a cornered animal.

“Back off, Maul!”

The words come from somewhere deep in his chest, a growl, a demand, and perhaps a plea all at once. Maul doesn’t so much as flinch.

Instead, he waits. Patiently.

He watches as Hunter’s breathing gradually steadies, as his attention shifts to the room, to the chair, to you. To the way you’re trembling. Not from cold, from fear.

Maul barely needs to say a word. A subtle nudge through the Force is enough. Heavy footsteps approach. Hunter’s eyes are shadowed beneath loose strands of dark hair, his expression tense and unreadable.

Without much thought, he comes to stand over you, his legs on either side of the chair.

Maul continues stroking at your neck before reaching for Hunter’s wrist, pulling his hand over to feel your pulse.

“I don’t need that. I could sense it from across the room,” Hunter mutters darkly.

Maul chuckles. “My apologies, then.” He releases Hunter’s wrist.

“Hunter? ..What are you doing?” you ask softly.

Yet even as the words leave your mouth, they sound hollow. Who are you trying to fool? You want this.You love this.

Fear has always excited you. That’s why Hunter is the one, the only one who knows exactly which buttons to push.

And Maul…

Maul simply feels right.

Hunter reaches up and adjusts the blindfold where it has begun to slip.

That simple gesture tells you everything. Just how lost he is.

And behind you, Maul remains unnervingly calm, his hands resting on your shoulders like an anchor.

Like reassurance.

Like a reminder that, somehow, everything is unfolding exactly as intended.

The sound of a zipper being pulled open breaks the silence, close to your face.

Before you know it, Hunter’s cock is already pressing against your lips, sliding over them, pushing them apart. He’s barely holding himself together at this point, both fists tangled in your hair as he begins fucking your mouth relentlessly.

His cock too thick to fit properly. It keeps slipping from your mouth and dragging against your soft, wet lips, drawing a frustrated grunt from him.

Before he can shove it back in, Maul reaches over to your side, his palm cupping your cheek and turning your face toward him. You flinch at the shift, immediately aware that it isn’t Hunter anymore, but Maul gently brushes the damp strands from your cheek.

“I’ll be gentle, dear,” he murmurs as his cock pushes between your lips. and the moment it slides against your warm tongue, a deep moan leaves him. His eyes close and his head tips back.

Hunter’s hand remains at the back of your head. He simply doesn’t want to let go, as if he needs that hold to keep feeling like you’re still his, even though he’s sharing you now. He watches Maul letting you breathe between thrusts, and the quiet praises he murmurs to you irritate him more than he’d like to admit.

So he punishes you for it whenever it’s his turn, mouth-fucking you violently, desire and anger intertwining into something impossible to separate.

Maul watches, slightly disapproving of how rough Hunter is being, yet unable to deny that he finds it intriguing. He nudges the tip against your lips, a low growl of dissatisfaction rumbling from Hunter’s chest as he pulls away, letting you turn your attention to Maul instead.

He strokes himself beside your face with an irritated grip, his hand still clenched in your hair as he pushes you deeper onto Maul’s cock.

“This is what you want, huh? This?”

Meanwhile, Maul’s hands are resting clasped together behind his back. He’s completely losing himself in the thrill of letting Hunter control the pace. Though, before he can savor the moment, Hunter takes you again.

Crosshair

mini recap: Crosshair has been keeping you locked “for your safety”. Somehow you handcuffed him to the bed, but he still has the apartment key. So you’re still unable to leave, both of you have each other trapped.

Time passes painfully slowly, enough to drive you insane. The clock ticks on, each second echoing mockingly through the quiet room.

Crosshair lounges against the headboard with his legs crossed, lazily rolling a toothpick between his teeth as though he’s perfectly content to let your nerves destroy you. He is better at the waiting game, after all.

Meanwhile, you’re exhausted.

You know that if you fall asleep on the couch, he might yank at the handcuff and move the bed all together and take the handcuff key from you.

You’re practically terrified. You need to get the apartment keys from him. Otherwise, you’ll both die in here, from lack of sleep, if nothing else.

“Just stop this nonsense.” Crosshair’s voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts.

“And then what, huh?” you shoot back. “You let me go free? Everyone’s happy?”

His eyes darken immediately.

You nod in disbelief. “That’s what I thought.”

Before either of you can continue, his comlink starts ringing.

“Will you get that for me?” he asks, his voice mockingly gentle.

Reluctantly, you pick it up and bring it closer, keeping it just out of his reach.

It’s Hunter. Something about the chase. A van. The Nightbrothers. He needs Crosshair.

But you can’t let him go.You can’t be locked in here again. You just can’t. Before Crosshair can finish the conversation, you slam the comlink into the wall. The device shatters. (note: I don’t know why you didn’t use this device or your own phone by now to call for help or something but lets just say you couldn’t think straight, after being locked away for so long)

In that moment, whether it was panic, exhaustion, hunger, or all three, you lose focus. You don’t notice how close you’ve drifted to the bed. In one sharp movement, Crosshair lunges.

He snatches you off your feet and hauls you back against his chest, trapping you in a headlock.

You immediately struggle, clawing at his forearms, trying to wrench yourself free.

“Enough,” he warns. “Or I’ll be forced to knock you out.”

Panic shoots down your spine. Without thinking, you throw the handcuff key across the room before he can take it from you.

That finally does it, Crosshair goes still. Then his grip tightens.

“Now why would you do that, hmmm?” he mutters darkly against your ear. “You wanna get hurt?”

“Crosshair… this is madness,” you manage to choke out.

His hold only tightens further.

“Crosshair-“

The word breaks apart into a strained gasp as you genuinely begin to choke.

The moment he feels your nails stop digging into his arm with the same force, he immediately loosens his grip.

With little effort, he drags you onto the bed beside him, pinning you there with one arm wrapped across your chest and one leg draped heavily over yours.

“Why are you making things so difficult?” he mutters.

Tech

mini recap: Tech’s got you under surveillance 24/7 , you got into a relationship with him despite that though. (Please read part 1 and 2)

“Don’t you think our pet here deserves a little break?” Maul murmurs, dragging the tip of his cock across your cheek and smearing his cum against your skin.

Hunter doesn’t respond. He only breathes heavily above you, one hand resting on your shoulder, his fingers digging into you hard enough to leave marks behind.

“We’re leaving,” he cuts in darkly.

“You’re no fun,” Maul replies with clear reluctance as he finally lets go of you, tucking himself away and adjusting his pants.

Hunter unties you, finally removing your blindfold, his movements rough and hurried.

“Let’s go.”

He pulls you to your feet and steadies you when your knees threaten to give out the moment you’re standing. Without another word, he starts toward the door, leaving first.

And just before you follow him out, Maul speaks again.

“You could stay here, you know.”

His eyes lock onto yours.

“I can offer you what no one else can. With me, you would be powerful. Untouchable…”

A faint smile tugs at his lips. “Together, we could rule.”

And even though you leave immediately after Hunter, you can’t pretend you didn’t hesitate there.

-

“Well, isn’t that something.”

Tech’s voice yanks you sharply out of the fanfic you were reading.

“Tech… did you…” Your hands clench at your sides as anger surges through you. “You spied on my screen, didn’t you?”

You’ve been trying to reason with him for months, trying to explain that privacy is normal and that violating it is not okay. But it never seems to get through to him. He simply doesn’t understand it. In his mind, it is simply practical for him to always watch over you, it cant hurt.

The truth is though, it always hurts.

Whenever he sees something that makes him jealous, he lets it get the better of him, and it inevitably affects your relationship.

You’ve been fighting constantly. He’s been recording you again without your knowledge, and the whole situation has been exhausting.

“What happened to your knees?” Tech asks, his voice noticeably concerned.

You glance down. You hadn’t even realized it, but your knees are bleeding.

“And your wrists… what’s that?” Before you can pull away, he takes your wrists in his hands, turning them over carefully. His fingers tracing the red marks circling them.

“Where have you been?” His voice turns cold now. Accusing.

“I haven’t left the room. You’d know that,” you snap back. yanking your wrists from him “Youre keeping me under surveillance, remember?”

“Apparently not enough.”

He says it calmly, as though he’s too distracted by what he’s seeing to even acknowledge your frustration. His eyes move over you again, taking in every scrape and bruise.

“Hmm. This is odd.”

Tech crouches in front of you.

His gaze lingers on the blood smeared across your knees. One hand reaches out, fingertips brushing lightly over a darkening bruise, removing a small leaf that got stuck there.

You flinch. By now tears are already spilling down your cheeks. “I want to be alone!”

Your voice cracks halfway through the sentence. Tech barely reacts to the anger. Instead, his expression softens.

Slowly, he reaches for your hips, placing both hands there to steady you. Looking up from his crouched position, his concern impossible to miss now.

“Darling,” he says quietly, “I simply want you to be okay.”

His eyes flick back to the injuries.

“This… this is not normal.” A troubled sigh escapes him.

“I know I haven’t been fair to you. However, this is serious. I need to know how this happened.”

“I haven’t left the room,” you manage, your voice breaking completely now.

For a moment, Tech is silent.

“I know.” His grip softens. “..I know.”

The reassurance is gentle, but it does nothing to hide the concern in his eyes. Because that is exactly the problem.

He knows you haven’t left the room. And yet the bruises are there. The marks are real, which means something happened.

Something that shouldn’t have been possible.

part 4 - here

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[leenathegreengirl]

Just had a lovely little memory surface today that made me smile. I was thinking back to that absolutely wonderful winter when Tech, Omega, and the rest of the Batch came back to visit me on my homeworld, L’Gola. Can you believe how long ago that feels now, especially since I've settled into life on Pabu??

It really was such a sweet, unforgettable time. The crisp air, maybe a little snow, and just the warmth of everyone's company... picturing it brings back so many happy fuzzy feelings! 🥰💜💕

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[diagnosed-ordinary]

"You know, for a second there, I thought you were finally going to do it." For Crosshair/Tech if you want? :3

Whups what do you mean I went and combined this with @badthingshappenbingo prompt 'Knocked Out'? I hope you like it! Prompt list here for anyone who wants to request an almost kiss! :)

Now with fanart! Check the reblogs for amazing art from @letshareapapou!

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Crosshair/Tech Rating: G Word Count: ~1150 Not proofread, I can see there's repetition but I'm too tired to fix it right now I hope you enjoy regardless

The ship shuddered and lurched, the narrow confines ringing with the wailing of sirens which screamed out-of-sync with the pulsing emergency lights.

“Keep ‘er steady, Hunter!”

Wrecker’s roar from the gunner’s mount cut the command even above the emergency sirens. In response, the Marauder screamed into a barrel-roll, artificial gravity slewing as it fought against the centrifuge of the spin.

“I’m tryin’,” came the growling response as in the cockpit Hunter hauled on the control column, a dizzying blur of space and laser-fire corkscrewing past the front viewport. “They’re not making it easy…”

Trapped in a low-orbit dogfight, harried by swarms of Seperatist drones, they were in desperate need of a clear jump to hyperspace. An escape route which wouldn’t be available to them until Tech patched the leak in the hyperdrive.

“Any time, Tech,” grit out Hunter, the ship shuddering with another raking pass of laser-fire across the hull.

Crammed in the narrow confines of the engine service hatch, chest-to-chest, Tech and Crosshair were rattled against the jutting bowels of the ship.

“Perhaps if your evasive manoeuvres were more successful,” bit back Tech in annoyance, straining with both hands deep inside the hyperdrive unit. Unable to brace himself against the Marauder’s roiling dives, that role fell to Crosshair, who anchored him in place as best he could.

Beneath their feet the engine whined louder, shrieking a frenzy-pitch as it fed power to the deflector shields. Artificial gravity flickered further in response, a nauseating lurch as it grasped clumsily at the clones in an effort to keep running against the power drain.

“C’mon Tech.” Crosshair’s scratchy voice caught on the exhale, the engineer’s name a prayer. “Get us out of here.”

He could have sworn he felt the racing tattoo of Tech’s heartbeat, pressed close as they were. Doffing armour whilst under attack had grated against every natural instinct that had been trained into them since birth, but it was the only way both of them would fit inside the cramped hyperdrive hatch. So Tech was stripped down to his utility belt and leg armour, and Crosshair had shed his pauldrons and chest-plate also.

Without their helmets, Crosshair could almost taste the adrenaline in the air. It tightened in his chest, his own thudding pulse singing in time to the alarms blaring around them.

Reaching overhead, every line of Tech’s body was a taut symphony of stress. The pupils of his brown eyes flickered and danced behind his goggles, searching for the problem, calculating the million computations it might need to fix it.

Without even thinking, Crosshair spread his hand in the small of Tech’s back, an urgent pressure both securing and urging him on.

“Aha.”

Tech’s hand darted out, snagging a drive wrench which was floating past in their faltering gravity. In moments he had delved back into the hyperdrive, and the screaming strain of the electronics suddenly oscillated back into harmony.

Above them, the reconnected system must have registered on Hunter’s flight control panel; his wordless whoop of victory reached them before the ship slewed a tight reversal, the Marauder’s skeleton protesting the violent turn.

Euphoric as the hyperdrive spun to a high-pitched whine, Crosshair grabbed Tech’s face in both hands, a rare grin lighting his features as he pulled their faces close.

“You kriffing genius,” he breathed, adoration glowing in his eyes –

– before a stray wrench adrift in the Marauder’s careening motion connected with his temple, and everything went dark.

*

Crosshair came to with a pounding headache, but at least he resurfaced to the erratic sound of a limping hyperdrive and not the rumbling explosions of a space-battle.

Sitting up with long fingers pressed to his forehead, he heard a pleased hum.

“Aha. You are awake.”

Rolling to sit on the edge of the bunk, Crosshair blinked the world to focus to find Tech sitting across from him, at the foot of Hunter’s rack.

“We made it out?” he said, a cautious test of both their escape, and whether he could get the words out of his mouth in the same order they were in his head. His thoughts still felt scrambled and he winced as he fingered the lump at the side of his head.

“Of course we made it out.” From anyone else it might sound boastful; with Tech, it was a matter-of-fact statement. “We plan to rendezvous with the 212th, hitch a ride with one of their Venators to a planet-side stop were the hyperdrive can be properly inspected. But, it is holding for now.”

At that, the faintest of thin smiles curled the corner of his lips. Perhaps he could be a little prideful after all.

Crosshair grunted his agreement, still groggy.

Even the pounding of his headache wasn’t enough to muffle the alarm he felt when Tech leaned in close, one arm braced either side of him, bracketing him into the bunk. He swayed back warily, mouth dropping open to speak but finding nothing to say.

"You know, for a second there, I thought you were finally going to do it."

Tech’s voice was low and serious, his gaze intense as he hovered inches from Crosshair’s face. A small crinkle had formed between his brows, one that gave him an endlessly endearing look of earnestness that Crosshair couldn’t help but admire even as he swallowed nervously.

Tech’s proximity was scrambling his already muddled thoughts, and part of him wanted to object to the unfairness of being speared by this pop-quiz almost the moment he awoke. “Finally do what?” he asked, a warning croak as he leaned back a bit further.

For an agonising span of heartbeats, Tech continued to hover in his space, the air charged between them. Crosshair’s chest rose and fell shallowly, trying hard not to read too much into the other’s cool, discerning gaze.

Eventually Tech leaned back with a wordless, thoughtful noise, regarding Crosshair levelly across the tight bunk space.

“I cannot deny that the adrenaline of the situation was certainly intoxicating,” he continued, seeming to have had half a conversation to himself. “Perhaps next time you can choose a marginally less life-threatening moment to, ah… attempt a move?”

Heat rose in his cheeks as he realised that perhaps he and Tech were on the same page about this. He just hadn’t expected the engineer to state it so openly.

“The stim I gave you for the pain will wear off in an hour or so,” said Tech abruptly, changing the conversation. “Come find me when you need more.”

He was turning to leave when Crosshair caught his hand, determinedly lacing their fingers together.

Tech paused, glancing back over his shoulder. Crosshair remained seated, but despite the pounding in his head he summoned a weary smile.

“You really are a kriffing genius,” he murmured, with quiet pride.

An almost imperceptible smile, and an even softer squeeze of his hand.

“Next time,” said Tech, and the promise hung between them like a horizon.

I accidentally wrote part 2 you can go read it here

[vivaislenska]

Happy Friday, TBB fanmily!

Excuse the wippery but I just love them taking caring of each other. I want to share it while it’s still baking so I’ll be held accountable to try to finish it this weekend 😄

Ficlet synopsis below

Tech: Crosshair, please hold still.

Crosshair: Speak for yourself.

Tech tends a deep wound in Crosshair’s forearm after a nearly disastrous mission to destroy a shield generator. Crosshair was so focused down-range on his brothers, that he didn’t notice the commando droid sneaking up in him until it was too late to dodge it completely. Tech asks Crosshair to keep still, but it’s actually Tech who is trembling because he’s so worried about Crosshair. 💗

[neon-junkie]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[badbatchposts]

You're My Brother, Too

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Summary: Boba Fett is his father's only child, even if millions of men share his face. That doesn't stop Omega from calling him her brother, or from trying to win him over to her side. It worked with Crosshair, after all.

Four times the only unaltered clones of Jango Fett encounter one another throughout their lifetimes.

Content Warnings: Canon-typical violence, drinking

Chapter 1/4

The first time Boba sees her is in a dingy cantina on a space station he doesn’t even remember the name of. He’s just finished an easy solo bounty—needed space from the rest of Krayt’s Claw after some banthashit argument or other, their loud, bickering voices grating on him like durasteel on durasteel. He is seated at the bar, nursing a bitter-tasting liquid that he’s probably, technically, still too young for.

The bartender hadn’t asked, hadn’t cared, had just slid over his order and swiped his credits up. No one questions a bounty hunter in Mandalorian armor. Who knows if the guy had even realized he was serving a teenager. Boba keeps his helmet on whenever he’s alone, lifts it only high enough to tip the alcohol down his throat every so often. He’s just had a growth spurt, might even be as tall as Jango now.

He’s thinking of his dad. Wondering if Jango would’ve been the one to offer him his first drink, maybe after a successful hunt together. Instead, it had been Aurra, sneering and laughing when he choked on the shot of spotchka she’d shoved at him, the same way she’d sneered at him later when he hadn’t been able to pull the trigger to kill the clone commander on their hunt for Mace Windu.

The girl walks in with a pack of mercenaries. The men with her are dressed in well-worn armor, blasters conspicuous at their hips. One’s a giant, at least two meters tall, built like a tank, the teeth of some creature painted on his visor adding to the overall effect. Boba knows better than to catalogue just the most obvious threat, though. The other two men may be smaller—one seeming inattentive with his nose buried in a datapad, the other scoping out the crowd—but he has no doubt they know how to use those weapons to their advantage. The scuffs on their armor prove they’ve survived enough to be dangerous.

It’s strange, paired with the way the one with a wicked-looking vibroblade tucked into his vambrace has a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder. She’s out of place in the rough crowd, a few years younger than him maybe, pulling her helmet off to reveal a curly head of blonde hair, smiling and chattering at her closest companion. Bubbly. Not something you see a lot in places like this, although the energy bow strapped to her back says maybe she’s more used to them than she should be.

There’s something familiar about her. It nags at the back of Boba’s brain, trying to penetrate the slight buzz from the alcohol. He doesn’t turn his helmet even slightly, but uses the expanded view in his HUD to keep an eye on her.

The girl splits off from the mercenaries to park herself inconspicuously in a shadowy booth as they approach the bar. The bartender leans in to listen, then jerks a thumb in response to their inquiry, and they disappear into the back.

If he recalls, the bar’s owned by some small-time underworld broker. Whatever business the mercenaries have with him, it’s none of his. Boba takes another sip of his drink.

The girl materializes out of nowhere like a kriffing ghost. He has no idea how she snuck up on him, and he very resolutely does not jump, although maybe he flinches a little behind his helmet.

“Hello,” she announces brightly, giving him a little wave as she hops up on the stool. Her accent strikes again in his mind like the ringing of a distant bell. Her feet dangle, kicking back and forth playfully.

Boba grunts and refuses to turn his head toward the little weirdo, on principle. She should be scared of him, not friendly. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to talk to strangers, kid?” he growls in his best imitation of his father.

The girl’s brow furrows in concentration. “You seem familiar. And you’re barely older than me!” she tacks on, with an eyeroll for good measure.

Curse his teenage lankiness, the way he still doesn’t quite fill out his father’s armor.

But if she recognizes something about him—does he actually know this girl?

Boba finally shifts to get a fuller look at her face. Brown eyes under a heavy brow. A strong, wide nose. Round chin. Light brown skin. He can’t remember every seeing her before, but something about her…

On his HUD, he pulls up the facial recognition software that he uses for tracking down bounties. It glitches, unable to connect to the holonet database. There’s something wrong with his helmet. Frowning, he pulls it off to examine the wiring.

The girl gasps.

“You’re a cadet!” she nearly shrieks, delight spilling out onto her face. “How did you get off Kamino? How did you get away from the Empire?”

This time Boba can’t hide that she’s caught him off guard. His helmet slips from his grasp, thunking awkwardly on the bar top. All of a sudden the familiar nature of her accent in his ears is less a bell, more like a thundering gong.

He hasn’t heard it as much since the war ended. Hasn’t had to see the endless marching repetitions of his father’s face, either, all dead or dispersed or disguised behind their helmets now. That voice only echoes back to him when it issues from his own throat, the face only reflected in mirrors.

His head is swimming. He hasn’t had enough to blame the alcohol.

“How— how do you—” he stammers, although already a part of him knows exactly how she’ll respond.

“I’m a clone, too!” the girl announces, radiating pure joy. Her chest puffs out with pride. “My name is Omega. You’re my brother!”

Boba’s never seen her before, he’s certain of that, now. Not this girl, specifically. With the exception of his minder, Taun We, Dad had always kept him away from those blasted Kaminoan experiments, and he has no doubt that’s what she is. Not a matching, perfectly enhanced specimen. Something else.  

He clenches a fist and slams it against the bar. She doesn’t flinch, but she does frown.

“I am not a clone,” he snaps hotly. He shoves his helmet back over his head to hide his face. It’s easier to look at her like this, through the filter of the HUD. It still isn’t connecting to facial recognition. He stands up, ready to abandon his drink; he’ll head back to Slave I and tinker with his armor until he finds the problem.

The girl is confused. “But…of course you are. Do you not remember? Are you alone? You could, you could come with us, we—" She’s staring up at him plaintively, all sincere concern.

Boba hates this girl. Hates her the way he learned to hate his first friends, identical little boys he played with when his father was gone on hunts only for them to grow at twice his speed and leave him behind. Hates her the way he hated when the cadets who’d been smaller than him a year ago would call him little Boba once they started to tower over him. Hates her the way he hated seeing the back of the Firespray as it flew off into the stormy Kaminoan sky.

“My name,” he hisses, hand going to his blaster on instinct, “is Boba Fett. I am my father’s son. I am not like you.”

“Omega!” his father’s voice shouts. Boba looks up on instinct; it is so easy to forget, easy to keep looking for Jango every time. The mercenaries are back, helmets at their hips, blasters trained on him. They are his father, but not, not even in the way of most clones—defectives. The closest approximation is the one with the vibroblade, though the long hair and dark tattoo shading half his face set even him apart. The growl is the same, though, the exact same, when the clone orders, lowly, “Omega, step away from the bounty hunter.”

Omega blinks at the other clones, then back up at Boba. “But, Hunter,” she protests. “He’s— he’s just a cadet, he needs our help!”

Boba scoffs. Slowly, telegraphing his movements, he moves his hands away from his holster and holds them out at his sides. The beskar would protect him if he took a hit, but half the bar is staring at the confrontation unfolding before their eyes, and he doesn’t feel like receiving the attention of a firefight right now. He wants to take his ship into an asteroid field and blast space rock into tiny bits and scream until he feels better.

“I don’t need anything from clones,” he replies disdainfully.

The girl looks at him like he slapped her. “But—”

Boba turns and walks away. He tries to imitate the slow, confident hunter’s stride he’d seen from his father, not the petulant stomping that Aurra always called sulky. He isn’t sure if he’s successful.

In any case, none of the clones follow. He goes back to Slave I and tries to forget he ever saw her.

Read next chapter [To Come]

[wobblersalad]

i wanna find fics of wrecker getting his massive head scar and the batch's reaction..... i need to know if there are any......... star wars tumblr help me............