Jun 25, 2023
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Finland
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye
seen from Netherlands
seen from Italy
seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Arab Emirates
V Collection pt vi
@iscream4clones I think you’ll like this one!!! @bad-batch-of-fics V, remember these sweet babs? ❤️
Haven’t posted one of these in a while. Just something soft in the midst of my angst train 🥰 no warnings apply! Just happy au fluff!!
~
“What’s up, lil’un?” you cooed, as the baby sniffled into your legs. You pat his dark, short curls as he whined and held tightly to you. You couldn’t help the fond chuckle that escaped you as you picked him up, balancing him on your hip, “Sweet baby, it’s okay! Where’s your bubba, Echo?”
Echo fisted at his teary eyes, whimpering at you. You pressed your forehead against his, “Let’s go find Fives, okay?”
He wrapped his arms around your neck, and you gave him a soft kiss to his cheek, beginning your trek to find the small boy’s twin. It wasn’t hard, you just followed the sound of squealing giggles and adults baby talking, until you saw a group of older clones coddling and tickling the miniature soldier. You rolled your eyes, biting your lip to hold back giggles. As soon as he looked up, his big brown eyes locking with your soft gaze, he smiled so wide and practically lunged out of the ori’vod’s arms he was in with a screaming laughter. The brother caught him, the entire group of troopers following his line of sight that made him get all rowdy. When they saw you walk up with Echo in your arms, they all parted out of the way.
“Look, the nurse has got another vod’ika!”
“The lil guys are all so kriffin’ cute!”
“Uh, n-nurse?”
You turned to a soldier who was shuffling on his feet, smiling sweetly at him, “Yes trooper?”
“Can I, uh. Hold the kih’vod? Please?”
You couldn’t help it as your grinned widened. The trooper had the same honeyed puppy dog eyes the twins always gave you, and you found it incredibly endearing that they’d keep their sweet gaze even as they grew up so unjustifiably quickly. You cleared your throat, trying not to dwell too hard on the thought, “Sorry, Echo isn’t like his twin over there. He’s a little shy, doesn’t like to be touched by many. But you know what, stop by the pediatric ward later, there’s a few babies that have quite the personalities- just ask for Y/N.”
You gave him a conspiratorial wink as he nodded excitedly at you. You continued your walk up to the clone holding Fives, and you leaned down to the baby, cooing just as you had to his twin, “There’s my little troublemaker!”
Fives grabbed at your face with a joyful squeal, giving you playful slaps against your cheeks and jaw. He turned back to the brother who was holding him, babbling and gripping at his filled out scruff, just a couple days away from being a proper beard. You laughed at the trooper’s obvious delight, even through the slight twitch of his brow in the discomfort, “You like his beard, Fives?”
“He’s been holding onto it the past five minutes,” the soldier chuckled at you, passing the giggly toddler over to you, “He’s gonna be a great vod, someday. Was able to make us all smile today, it’s been rough, but this guy. This lil’un is a ray of sunshine.”
“He is,” you agreed with a wide smile, pressing your nose into the baby’s face to lay a smacking kiss to his cheek, “Say bye, Fives!”
“Bah-bah!” Fives waves frantically, showing off for all his new friends. The troopers all visibly melted, waving and shouting all their farewells as you walked back to the nursery. You really loved these twins.
V Collection pt iv
Hi y’all! This one, another personal favorite. It introduces Witcher, a clone oc of mine! He’s a sweetie, and if you’d like to know more about him let me know!
In this one, Jesse is following you (a medic for the 501st) around like a needy puppy. It’s longer than my other ones (but not my longest), and the reader is quite sassy. No warnings apply! Enjoy!! ❤️❤️
~
He was doing that thing again. The thing where he never let you out of his line of sight, just watching you about ten feet away. You moved to one room, he followed not even five seconds later. You started talking to another trooper, you could see them shrink back, shooting nervous glances over your shoulder. This happened a minimum of eight times today, and frankly you were getting sick of it.
It was Witcher- innocent, kind Witcher- who had a shine of fresh fear in his eyes that finally got you to voice your annoyance.
“He’s behind me, isn’t he?” you sighed, not even looking up from your datapad.
Witcher gulped at your clipped tone, “Uh, yes, medic.”
“Giving you death glares?” you let your eyes move up to meet his, one brow arching. Witcher blinked at your question, but giving a slow nod in affirmation. You scoffed as you slammed the datapad down, making poor Witcher jump at the suddenness, turning around with hands on your hips to look at your follower straight in his burnt amber gaze, “Jesse, I cant do my kriffin job with you stalking me all day! You’re scaring your brothers- look at Witcher! He’s got anxiety!”
“We’ve all got anxiety, he’s not that special,” Jesse huffed, crossing his arms a little awkwardly as he was still getting used to his ARC trooper armor.
“What’s up with you now?” you walked toward him, voice low to try to keep the scene under control, “You only get this needy when something is bothering you, what’s wrong?”
Jesse’s scowl eased into something a bit more guilty. His brows softened, and his gaze averted to the floor, clearing his throat, “It’s been a week since I got back from ARC training...”
“And?” you placed a hand on his pauldron, turning him to face you. The fire in your eyes softly dwindled as he gave you his big puppy eyes. He really was one of the prettiest troopers in the GAR.
“I haven’t gotten any time alone with my favorite medic,” he mumbled, fingers drumming on his vambraces.
“Awe, Jesse,” you chuckled low, a mischievous upturn of your lips giving away your true attitude, “But you’ve seen Kix every day this week-“
“Smartass,” he rolled his eyes as you moved your hand up to rub at his neck, pushing your forehead to his. His eyes shut slowly, his lashes falling to the tops of his cheeks as he relaxed to your touch.
“You can see me tonight,” you ordered, lips barely brushing his own, “After I get off-duty, when I don’t have to talk to anyone else. I’ll be all yours.”
“Promise?” he let a sinful smirk take over, moving his arms to now hold you against him, angling his head to let you catch his lips fully when you agreed.
“Promise,” you smiled, closing the space between you for a long, soft, languid kiss. A slow lock of the lips before pushing off of him, “But you need to be patient. I’ll meet you in the mess after my shift.”
“Aye-aye,” he saluted to you, giving you a final wink before turning on his heel and walking off in a distinctively better mood than before. You rolled your eyes, turning around to walk back to your now furiously blushing patient.
“It’s just a kiss, Witcher,” you sighed at him, picking your datapad back up, standing a little taller than before, definitely in higher spirits.
“I-it just seemed like a private moment is all,” he scratched the back of his head, still keeping his eyes on anything else in the room but you.
“Oh honey,” you cooed, grabbing his chin softly and turning his head toward you, “You’re gonna see a lot worse than that with this legion.”
Of course, you were only teasing, but the squeak that came out of the boy made the warning so worth it.
V Collection pt viii
MORE CLONE BABBIES 🥰🥰🥰 and nurse reader❤️❤️❤️ @bad-batch-of-fics Tup’ika is the most well behaved babby ✨
~
“Shush, it’s okay,” you were bouncing a sniffling toddler on your lap, swiping thumbs over his plump cheeks, “You’re okay, Tup’ika, it was just a lil’ trip.”
You had been filing away the regulatory checkup reports for the two baby troopers in your room, when somehow Hardcase had found a way to open the playpen gate. Again. When you turned back around, he was nearly halfway out of your office, squealing triumphantly as his chubby legs waddled his way to freedom- until you took two strides across the room and scooped him right up with a playful growl, blowing a zerbert into his cheek. This only caused him to squeal even more in his maniacal baby laughter, making a giant grin spread across your face. The little scoundrel was just as much fun as Fives, and twice the troublemaker. You had been so busy smothering and tickling Hardcase, you nearly forgot about the open playpen, turning around at the last second to see Tup’s foot catch on the slightly elevated edge of the playpen, landing flat as a pancake on the ground.
He was fine. You knew this, Hardcase knew this, and Tup himself knew this…but a fall is still a fall. It scared the sweet baby, and as he pushed himself back up his little lower lip began to tremble immediately. He let out a little whine, and toddled right into your knees, crying for your attention. You crouched down to steady him against your other hip, cooing softly to the usually reserved child as his little hands clung to your neck, carrying both him and Hardcore back to the playpen. You set Hardcase down, locking the gate, and leaning against it as you settled yourself crosslegged in front, keeping Tup steady on your knees. Now if the rascal wanted to escape he’d have to move you too.
Hardcase seemed content with his moment of adventure, and began to play with some teething toys, slobbering away on them with abandon. You kept Tup in your lap, mumbling and pampering him with pats and cuddles.
“Tup’ika, you’re alright,” you pressed a small kiss to his forehead, voice low and soothing, “You’re alright, you’re alright...”
He whimpered for just a moment more, letting his head fall to your shoulder. His little sounds fell quieter and quieter, until you felt him yawn greatly against you, letting out the largest sigh, “…dada..”
The hand not rubbing his back came up to clap over your mouth, eyes widening and heart skipping in pure joy.
It was Tup’s first word.
V Collection pt v
Lmaooooo V Collection pt v is about Fives 😂 because of course it is
I think I’m funny.
Anyways ❤️ no warnings apply ❤️
~
You'd finished helping set the camp up, and relaxing on the edge of a grassy hill. The planet is brimming with life, you can feel it in the breeze and the dirt, breathing in the clean and crisp air- you know it'll rain in the morning, but as you look up into the clear night, no clouds yet in sight, eyes reflecting the stars, you can't seem to care enough to prepare for it.
You hear the 501st talking and laughing, strengthening bonds over a crackling fire and are expecting solitude in your time, but have the pleasant surprise when you begin to sense footfalls in the soft grass behind you. You know you're in a safe spot, so you let the figure get closer until you crane you neck up to see your favorite Arc trooper standing over you, watching the stars dance in your irises as you smile at him. He gives you a smile back, just as soft, just as calm, not saying a word- just sitting next to you, only in the bottom half of his armor and his blacks. He was probably on his way to fetch you back to camp for some sleep, but seeing you so relaxed out here he can't be bothered to tell you to move along. Instead he joins you, sprawling on his back over the hard ground, placing his head in your soft lap.
"Stargazing, cyare?"
"Of course, it's too beautiful a night to go to waste.”
"You're too beautiful to leave alone,” he takes your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist, eyes never leaving your face even as your gaze stayed hypnotized by the twinkling in the sky. He placed your hand on top of his head, groaning as you started absentmindedly combing your fingers through his hair on instinct.
He lets one of his hands massage at your thigh, just holding onto you like you'd fade away if he let go, and the other comes up to cup your cheek. You nuzzle into his touch, pressing a gentle kiss into his palm without thought as your other hand cane up to cradle his, keeping it's hold to your face.
He turns his head to lay a loving peck to your leg, sighing into you and flipping himself over, crawling over your lap. Both of your hands are raking through his hair as he hums in contentment, nuzzling against your stomach, both of his arms now wrapped firmly around your waist- you can feel the muscles twitching through his blacks as he holds you so, so close. You finally look away from the stars, looking to your love, and think to yourself how lucky you are to have him by your side.
As the night progresses, you gradually hear the fire and laughter in the background die down, silence hushing over the land with nothing but chirps and light bristling from native floral and fauna. Fives had managed to crawl all the way up your torso, making you lay on your back- his head nestled into your neck, nosing gently along your jawline and hands skimming over your rib cage. You were holding him close, one hand rubbing lazy circles into his back and the other stroking along his beard and scruff. Every so often, he'd lay a sweet kiss against your pulse point, one you'd return to the small tattoo to his temple. Anytime your lips brushed over his skin just so, he'd sigh something melodious, whether it be a wordless whisper or a loving timbre of your name.
You only tried once to get up, if you can even call it that. You wiggled slightly to see if your legs still worked after Fives had his own leg thrown over you like a grounding hook. Armored or no, just the muscle in his legs made them heavy, and you didn’t want to try to get up with numb legs. His response was merely to whine softly and pull you even closer, having fallen asleep with you in his grasp under the night sky. Realizing with silent mirth you weren’t going anywhere, you settled underneath him. He was like a weighted blanket, keeping you snug and anchored, the steady tempo of his breaths easing you into a deep sleep as well.
So what if you woke up to rain droplets on your nose, the clouds finally showing themselves once you stopped watching the sky with such intent? This was the most warm and comfortable you've been since the start of the campaign, and you both made it back to the tents in time to ignore the downpour anyways. Falling back into each other’s embrace, into each other’s dreams, you and Fives were lulled by the soothing sound of pattering droplets against the thick tarp. A lovely drumming song to sync your breathing to, melting into your love’s hold once more.
V Collection pt i
This first one is clean- Kix gets bored and wants a quick cuddle session with his fellow medic.
Gender neutral reader ✨ honestly one of my faves I’ve written for V.
~
“Cyare,” the endearing word was muffled into your shoulder, familiar blue and white armored arms coming around you from behind. The face moved from your shoulders to your neck, nuzzling the crook, “M’bored...”
You hummed, a hand coming up to brush over the familiar, artistically sculpted buzz. You lead Kix in a gentle sway, shifting your weight evenly from one foot to the next, fingers massaging his scalp. He sighed into you, you felt his eyelashes flutter against your neck as his hold on your form tightened. Your other hand grabbed one of his, thumbing small patterns into his glove. It wasn’t long before your gentle ministrations made him give you small kisses and smaller nips along the soft skin along your jaw, “Come take a break with me, cyare...”
“How does this battalion survive with us leaving every ten minutes to go cuddle,” you teased his neediness, but found yourself following him all the same. There was a little nook in the back corner of the medic tent, just the perfect size for you and him to squeeze yourselves into without anyone seeing. He leaned back against the wall, as you now faced him, pressing against his chest. Both your hands maneuvered to wrap around the back of his head and neck as you laid a trail of soft kisses along his neck and jaw, going up to pepper a pattern across his face. He closed his eyes in quiet calm, hands pressing a gentle massage into the small of your back. He held you to him, not wanting the moment, your touch, your kisses- he didn’t want any of it to end. The two of you in perfect bliss, the only sounds were small relaxed exhales and the wet of your kiss smacking his skin.
You stripped your path, sure you’ve kissed every inch of his face, rubbing your nose against his. He gave you a charming smile, leaning into you, “You missed a spot-“
“Hello? Medic!”
Kix groaned, letting his head flop to your shoulder again at being interrupted by his vode. You chuckled at the trooper as you wriggled out of his grasp, “Duty calls, soldier.”
Shooting him a wink, he watched you leave, planning ahead for when you both got off duty.
V Collection pt ii
This one is another one of my favorites, soft and sweet, and I guess technically my first of the Bad Batch! Really happy with this one when I made it ❤️ no warnings apply, just another cuddle fic.
~
“Wrecker?”
His hand stopped rubbing the circles into your back as he looked down, a soft smile on his chapped lips at you lounging across him. He blinked like a cat, slow and heavy, “Yeah?”
“Thanks,” you mumbled into his chest, pushing your face into his blacks, arms squeezing him as tight as you could, “Thanks for laying with me.”
“We all gotta slow down sometimes,” his voice was low, but tone sweet, a contrast to his usual boisterous self, “Even me.”
He gave a chaste kiss to the top of your head and continued the soothing motion across your back. You breathed him in, completely content in this moment. After a while, your breathing settled, slow and steady like sleep. You weren’t asleep though, just relaxed, but Wrecker started to do something you’d never heard him once do-
He started to hum. It was a gentle, lilting sound, though gravelly in his throat. He hit the notes so smoothly, this couldn’t be the first time he’s done it. And after a while, he started to sing under his breath, slow and sweet, “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you; please don’t take my sunshine away...”
It continued like that, you pretending to be asleep, listening to the soft song, feeling the vibrations through his chest as you used him as a bed. Focusing on him, his voice, the strong hand still tracing circles on your back, you eventually did nod off. It was the sweetest sleep in years, and you decided you’d keep Wrecker’s secret well hidden.
Gonna post another V Collection later tonight!
Fluff or smut, guys? 👀
