I'm so sorry if this is annoying I don't have a tumblr of my own and I'm pretty new here I made a request for a fluff fic with Tech and a meteor shower and I would like to add a request for flustered reader and flustered Tech in this I'm so sorry if this is annoying I already said that sorry again but I really like ur writing and would love if you did that but you don't have to no pressure
Hey, anon! First off, never apologize for requesting a fic. It’s not irritating - I love the creative bursts I get from requests! Second, I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope it’s everything you wanted. Enjoy!
Meteor Shower
“We need to leave in half an hour or we’ll miss the next transport,” Tech reminded you, tapping at the datapad embedded in his vambrace.
“Tech,” you sighed softly. “Would you focus?”
He finally glanced up at you, looking mildly offended. “I am always focused.”
“On something other than your datapad,” you amended. “We’re in one of the most stunning places in the galaxy. Look around a little bit, soak it in.”
Tech stared around, but he was clearly scanning for threats, not enjoying the wonder of Serenno’s landscape. “I don’t see anything.”
You sighed. Were all soldiers so focused on their mission that they couldn’t see anything else? It had been something you had noticed with other members of the Bad Batch, even if you didn’t have to deal with it for right now. Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker had gone to take the Havoc Marauder for repairs after another famous landing, leaving you and Tech to complete the simple surveillance mission by yourselves. You would be taking a transport to meet them soon, but for now…
“You don’t see anything?” you asked skeptically. “Tech, that’s the biggest waterfall I’ve ever seen. And the moons are so bright here! I feel like I could count every leaf on every tree in this forest. Even the sound of that nerf herd grazing is peaceful.”
“If you can ignore the smell,” Tech countered.
“You’re focusing on the wrong things, here- Wait, look! A meteor!” you rambled, pointing at the night sky. Set against the backdrop of the moons and stars, a meteor streaked across the sky and you sighed happily.
“I could never get sick of seeing that,” you told Tech, struggling to rise to your feet. You had been sitting comfortably on the hill in the cool night air for too long.
Tech’s hand grabbed your arm. “Wait, sit back down.”
You obliged - mostly because your thigh muscles were not enjoying the half-crouch you had been standing in. As you settled back to your grassy seat, you looked over at Tech. “What’s up?”
Tech’s eyes were fixed on the night sky, shining behind his goggles. “Look.”
You looked, and a soft gasp left you a moment later. “Oooh, meteor shower!”
As the stars themselves seemed to fall from Serenno’s night sky, Tech said quietly, “Did you know that meteors can be as small as a grain of sand?”
You just hummed at that, attention fixed on the sky above you.
“Cultures across the galaxy have their own myths about meteors, formed long before inter-planetary transport became common,” Tech continued. He always sounded as if he was quoting some informational holovid or another, but this explanation was sweeter somehow, his focus clearly on the sky rather than his own words. “Some ancient civilizations believed they were markers of important events. Others thought they were the tears of the gods.”
“The ancients on my world believed that meteor showers were blessings raining from the stars,” you contributed absently. “The kind of blessing depended on who you were with. Alone, they meant luck. In a crowd, they meant good harvest. With your family, they meant prosperity. With another person, they meant that there was a romantic match. You’re supposed to give them one kiss for every blessing that fell.”
Tech didn’t say anything, but the silence was tenser than it had been. Abruptly, your mind caught up with your mouth and your face went hot. You glanced over at Tech in a panic, hoping he hadn’t been listening.
From the wide-eyed stare he was directing your way and the redness of his cheeks, he had definitely been listening.
You forced an awkward laugh. “Weird superstitions, right? Good thing we know better now.”
“Wh-” Tech’s voice faded, and he cleared his throat. “What did your people think happened if you didn’t… if you didn’t?”
“They believed it was bad luck,” you confessed, wishing more than anything that the subject would change. “But how much bad luck could a grain of sand hold?”
“Some meteors are larger than others,” Tech countered. “Some of those could have been up to a meter wide. That’s a lot of bad luck.”
You watched him in silence, not sure what he was trying to say.
Tech cleared his throat again. “We could… you know. So we don’t have to worry about bad luck.”
“We do have an important mission coming up,” you pointed out.
He nodded. “And what if the Marauder has more problems?”
“We really shouldn’t risk making things worse for the others,” you agreed. “It wouldn’t be fair.”
The next thing you knew, Tech’s lips were pressed against yours. The kiss was soft and simple, innocent even as it sent heat tingling through your fingers and toes. Tech was closer to you than he had ever been, a welcome warmth in the rapidly cooling night air. You sat twined together for longer than you could keep track of, a hail of meteors falling unnoticed through the dark sky above you.
When you finally broke apart, it was with a reluctant groan from both of you.
“We have to catch that transport, I suppose,” you commented.
Tech blinked at you. “By my calculations, we have several hundred more meteors to make up for.”
“Tech!” you admonished, pushing gently at his chest while you laughed. “What about getting back to the Marauder?”
“There will be another transport,” Tech told you, pulling you closer to him once more.
You loved meteor showers.
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A/N - yes, the “ooh, meteor shower” line was done in reference to our boy Hevy in Rookies, definitely one of my top ten Clone Wars episodes.
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Alright, yes I know I’m late for TT, but I’m gonna make up for it. I had this little idea in my head for awhile, and I thought I might try writing for a different character this time
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“Tech?” You called through the ship, wondering where the genius was. Omega said he was inside since she was helping him, but he told her that he got it from there. “Y/n?” Techs voice called from under the control panel, “there’s you are” you walked over, sitting in his seat as you looked around, “yes, I’m here. Now, what is it that you need?” He asked, pointing to a screw driver as you gave it to him, he laid back down, fixing whatever he was trying to fix.
“I had a question, well, it’s not really a question... it’s kind of a question, that Wrecker asked” you spoke, unsure if that was the best way to put it, but it came from Wrecker, so nothing was ever going to sound good. He sighed out, “of course it’s Wrecker, what did he ask?” You knew that Wrecker never understood Techs statements and facts, or even explanations. “He asked if Coruscant was a star” you spoke, knowing he was going to go into a rant about how it wasn’t. He dropped his tool on his chest, he crawled out from under the panel, “how many times do I have to tell him, that Coru-” “Coruscant isn’t a star. I know, and I told him why it wasn’t” he watched with interest in his eyes as you explained how it wasn’t, the more he listened, the more it sounded like how he spoke about it.
A small smile spread across his lips, you remembered exactly how he explained it, even using bigger words to explain. Once you stopped, you faced him again, “right? That’s correct?” You asked, “the best explanation I have ever heard” He spoke, coming just above a whisper, “..but he still doesn’t get it” you added, which made him roll his eyes, “of course he wouldn’t” Tech was on his knees, turning around to get back to work, you watched as he carefully grabbed each tool he needed, laying on his back again “...and Crosshair said we’re out of coffee” right when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he sat up, hitting his head on the bottom of the panel again. He held his head, glad he had worn his helmet.
“But don’t worry, I got some more” you commented, he swore he felt a few brain cells go on and off as he gathered himself again. “It’s always those two who drink coffee” “who?” “Hunter and Crosshair” he spoke out, almost giving up on the task at hand. He rested one arm on his knee that was up and balanced himself with the other on the floor. There was no better view from where you sat, “maybe I can help?” You suggested, sitting on the floor beside him as he nodded, shocked to see you offer and help him. You laid down, he followed soon after. Taking a look at the wires that connected to each other in a bothersome way if you looked at it too much. Your eyes followed one wire, that connected to the lights, then the lights to the switch, which meant the the switch would have a separate wire.
“Uh Tech, which wire is connected to the light switch?” You asked, “this one” he grabbed the thin wire between his gloved fingers, showing you which one. “Oh! Right here. That wire is in the way of the main power source. It’d be better if they weren’t all tangled up though” you spoke, reach up to pull the single wire through the bunched up ones. Connecting it back to the switch one, “there” you pushed that wire far away, so it wouldn’t fall into the main one again. “Wait, that didn’t..” he pulled out from under the panel and stood on his knees, seeing the button light up once again as the router powered up. “How did..” he didn’t finish his sentence as he took his helmet off, you closed off the little door as you screwed it back in.
He helped you off the ground with a hand, then you both sat in the front seats, looking at the vast amount of button light up and blink. “How did you do that?” Tech finally spoke, “you just need to keep in clean” you laughed lightly, he smiled, nodding. You leaned up, putting your elbows on your knees as you sat at the edge of your seat, “even if you don’t think you’re facts and knowledge are not wanted around here. I’m always listening, it’s interesting on how much you know” he watched while his heart felt like it was about to explode. He couldn’t stop that smirk that made its way onto his face. His facts... his interest.. interested you? “Well, I’m glad you find them fascinating” he leaned forward as well. Playing with a few button, “would you mind, telling me more soon?” “If that’s what you want, I don’t mind” he fixed his goggles. “I have to go check on Omega” you stood up, Tech did as well. The space between you wasn’t uncomfortable, well you liked it, but wasn’t sure if Tech did.
“Sorry” you nervously laughed, then looked at him, he was definitely a lot taller than you. He looked down, “that’s quite alright” he spoke slowly, leaning down hesitantly, you moved towards him. His hand was on your wrist, as you held his waist. You placed a soft kiss on his lips, he stopped breathing, staying in that one spot. You pulled away, looking at him, “breath” you spoke, he opened his eyes, finally taking a breath in as he blinked at you. You smiled, he pulled you in again for another, it seemed like you had the wind knocked out of you. He was gentle, like you had expected. He then let go, looking down at you, unable to make a proper sentence. “You’re welcome, I’ve got to go check on Omega” you tapped his side, smiling at him as you walked off.
He didn’t move for a long time, trying to process what had just happened. He still felt his lips tingle from the kiss, his gloved hands came up to touch them. Only for the feeling to go away, the more he thought about it, the more he found himself blushing. His chest grew warm at the thought of doing it again, maybe he just might. “Y/n!” He called after you, tripping over his helmet on his way out.
