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Okay, I've never done this before, but I'm opening requests for tbb x reader oneshots! Bear with me, I'm going to lay out a few rules.
NO NSFW. It's really not my thing; I don't enjoy reading it, and it makes me even more uncomfortable to write it. These ficlets will be fluff only! Maybe a little bit of angst mixed in if you request it. (I can do a TINY bit of spice, just nothing explicit.)
I'm expanding your options for character requests. Star Wars (mainly The Bad Batch) is still my specialty, but I'm open to other fandoms, too. Basically, you can drop any character in my asks, and if I'm familiar enough with them, I'll let you know and whip something up for you!
No poly relationships. I only feel qualified to write about singular relationships, since that is the only kind that I'm familiar with.
Unless requested otherwise, the fics will be gn!reader. I like to try and keep my work as open as I can so as many readers as possible can see themselves there.
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Warnings: Cuddles, kisses (lips and neck), and flirting, of course! This is just some silly established relationship fluff featuring Omega for the first little bit.
Word Count: 1.1k Read on Ao3
You were shaking in the navigator’s seat of the Marauder by the time the ship finally came in for landing, just like you had been for most of Omega’s very first flying lesson. But your body wasn’t trembling out of fear now. No, this time your hand was clamped over your mouth as your shoulders shook, suppressing laughter at how Tech had screamed just moments ago.
“Omega, the stabilizers-!”
“Got it!” The ship gave one last shudder before its landing gear settled heavily on the pavement of Pabu’s central landing pad, the subsequent hiss almost echoing Tech’s sigh of relief. Omega immediately swung around to face him, her eyes shining hopefully. “Well, Tech? How’d I do?”
He took a moment to adjust his goggles, composing himself before giving an answer. “I would say that for a first lesson, your performance was… sufficient.” Omega’s cheer almost drowned out the rest of his words. “But you will require more lessons before you can operate the ship on your own.” He took a deep breath as he leaned back in his seat. “Many more.”
“I have to go tell Hunter!”
“Don’t forget to tell Wrecker, too!” you called after her as she darted from the cockpit. Moments later, you could see her running across the landing pad through the viewport, just before vanishing from sight. Then Tech sighed again, and you got to your feet.
He opened his eyes when he heard you approaching, and he reached for you as you got close. “Hold me.”
The laugh you’d been holding back finally escaped you as he pulled you into his chair. You settled across his lap comfortably with your legs draped over one of the armrests, lacing your fingers behind his neck while his arms wound around your waist to squeeze you tightly. “That was a lot, huh?”
“A lot?” Tech shook his head where it rested against your shoulder. “Meshl’a, we may need to work on your specificity. While I am relieved that she managed to land without reducing the Marauder to a flaming heap of shrapnel, I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that I have made it out of dogfights with a slower heart rate.”
You laughed again and leaned back to look at him. There was still a faint sheen of sweat gracing his forehead, and you raised a hand to smooth back a strand of hair that had gone awry. “Come on, she wasn’t that bad, love.”
“I’m sure I will come to the same conclusion in a few minutes. My logic has not fully returned just yet.”
You were the one to sigh this time as Tech stroked your hair, mirroring your touch. It was rare to see Tech this rattled, especially over something that some would see as so trivial, but it made sense. He didn’t like it when he wasn’t in control of a situation, and being at Omega’s mercy in a ship hundreds of feet above the ocean wasn’t exactly his idea of relaxing. There was silence for a few minutes as you both sat there in each other's arms, letting your heartbeats slow to sync with each other.
The quiet was disturbed by another deep breath from Tech, this one sounding much more calm than the others. “Alright. Even without my instruction and guidance in Omega studying the ship’s schematics, I will admit that she does exhibit a natural aptitude for piloting the Marauder. More training is required, obviously, but I have no doubt that she will be proficient soon enough.”
You raised your head to look at him. “I think she would love to hear that.”
He nodded slowly, patting your thigh in reassurance. “I’ll tell her at dinner tonight. The others will enjoy hearing about her lesson. She certainly did better than some of them did while we were cadets.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t make any mistakes your first time piloting a ship.”
Tech paused as his eyes darted away. “My first time is… not relevant.”
“Oh?” You straightened up quickly, alert with interest now. Had he actually messed up so badly that he didn’t want to tell you about it? You grabbed his chin to bring his gaze back to yours. “Tell. What happened?” He still hesitated, and you nudged him playfully. “Did you totally wreck the ship?”
He squared his shoulders defensively. “Of course not. I simply… memorized the specs for a different gunship and… fired a missile off the platform during my first evaluation.”
For a second, you just stared at him, completely shocked at the thought of him making such an error. Then you threw your head back and laughed.
Tech felt his cheeks begin to warm. “Don’t you laugh at me! I gave an exemplary performance on all other counts! And might I add, the interior setups of many Republic gunships exhibit various similarities with each other. It was a perfectly reasonable mistake for a young cadet to-”
His words were muffled by your lips on his, a soft press of pure affection that spoke of amusement rather than any real mockery. After a moment, Tech sighed again and surrendered to the kiss completely. He brought his hands up to cradle your face so he could tilt your head to the most optimal degree for your mouths to fit together. It was almost ridiculously thought out and calculated, but the adoration in the way he kissed back drowned out the thought of anything like that. Instead, you were back among the clouds again, your heart soaring with wings of its own in a dizzying feat only privy to you two.
Once he was sufficiently calmed, you drew back from the kiss to rest your head on his chest. Tech resumed running his fingers through your hair in a gentle caress. “Very well. I suppose I should give Omega a bit more grace. She is still learning, after all. Mistakes are to be expected.”
“Such a good teacher.” You shifted to nuzzle your face against his throat instead, pressing a faint kiss above his slowing pulse. “Maybe I could request my own private lesson sometime? Just to make sure I don’t make the same mistakes.”
Tech hummed deeply, clearly pleased as his hand curled further into your hair. “Hm… not a bad idea, darling. Though, from what I’ve seen, you are an excellent pilot already.” He ducked his head so he could kiss your neck this time, this press of lips slower than any of yours had been so far. “But don’t worry. I’m certain I can find something else to teach you.”
Hi! I saw that your requests are open and I just wanted to ask, can you do a fluffy BB!Echo x pregnant!reader? I think that Echo would be a fantastic father and extremely caring husband to his expecting SO! Maybe at one point their lying in bed together and he starts singing to her baby bump (I headcanon Echo loves to sing and has a beautiful voice)
If you’re not comfortable writing that, I totally understand and I’ll take some fluffy Echo x normal reader instead! If you can still have him sing, I’d really appreciate that!
Thank you for reading! 🩵
Oh, this is PRECIOUS! Echo genuinely doesn’t get enough love for how great he is (Mr. "Harm Her and You're a Dead Man"). And I agree, I absolutely think he would be a fantastic father and husband! Plus, I believe that all the clones have at least passable singing voices, since Temuera Morrison can sing in real life. So Echo having a nice voice? Totally believable. Thank you so much for the request, Azura!
This is my first attempt writing for a Batch member other than Tech, so this was a wonderful experience for me and a chance to grow (sorry it took a minute to get here)! I hope I did Echo justice for you. (And requests are still open to all, BTW. I'll be much more on top of it now that it's Summer and I have free time.)
Reblogs and comments mean the world! Let me know what you think! Enjoy!
Only For You
TBB!Echo x Pregnant!Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy + Maybe one suggestive line toward the end (reader is pregnant for a reason, just saying) + Mostly just a lot of cuddles and kisses!
Word Count: 1011 Read on A03
Free dividers by Saradika
You were especially careful not to make a sound as you walked back into your bedroom. The world was hushed in the early hours of the morning, and the light of the rising sun told you that your husband was still asleep, face down in his pillow. A pang of affection struck you at the sight. After all these years, after all he had been through, it always brought you joy to see Echo at peace. He deserved these quiet moments, and you were quietly honored that you were able to share them with him every day.
Your steps were light as you crossed to the bed. The sheets were still warm where you had left them a few minutes ago, and you slowly slid in beneath the comforter. You exhaled softly as you settled onto your back, allowing your hands to slide over the curve of your growing stomach. The baby wasn’t too big yet, but you still felt quietly amazed at the reality of what you and Echo had created. Something so small represented something impossibly infinite. Something infinitely impossible. And yet, infinitely precious. A manifestation of your love and commitment concentrated into a tiny living being thrumming with life only inches beneath your heart… it was still taking some getting used to.
Fabric rustled beside you as Echo began to stir. He inhaled deeply as he shifted closer, draping his arm over you to tug you in close against his chest. His voice was rough with sleep, making it just a bit deeper than usual as he spoke, his eyes still closed. “You shouldn’t be up so early.”
You smiled, amused by his concern. Ever since you’d confirmed that you were with child, Echo had made it his mission to ensure you were doing everything in your power to maintain your wellbeing. Nutrient-dense meals, a reasonable sleep schedule, exercises that had become more and more gentle with each passing day… he insisted on all of it. You injected a bit of mock irritation into your voice, though anyone would be able to see through it, let alone your devoted husband, who knew you better than you knew yourself. “Really? You’re scolding me before I even get a good morning?”
Echo opened his eyes and blinked at you slowly, his golden gaze soft with admiration. His arm tightened around you as he carefully turned you to face him. With a quiet sigh, he dipped his head, pressing his lips to yours in an impossibly gentle kiss. It only lasted a few moments, but it caused your heart to flutter all the same. The sensation only worsened as he whispered his typical morning greeting against your lips. “Good morning, beautiful.” He leaned back to look down at you, smiling as he smoothed his hand over your hair. “Feeling alright today?”
“A few aches. Nothing crazy.”
He frowned, and his hand slid down to lie flat against your stomach. “But other than that? No pain, no nausea, nothing?”
You placed your hand over his. “Nothing, love. I promise.”
“Good.” Echo sighed quietly as he shifted, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lowered his head to rest against your belly. There was silence for a long moment as you both lay there, enjoying the peaceful moment.
You felt it before you heard it: a soft vibration just beneath your ribcage. Then the humming reached your ears. Echo’s voice replaced the sound, and you were surprised to hear him singing. The sound was soft, a gentle lullaby that you had heard once or twice before, but never from him.
A minute passed where you just listened. It was beautiful, and the fact that he was singing to your unborn child made the moment even more touching. Finally, you spoke up. There was no way you couldn’t. “I didn’t know you could sing.”
He huffed softly, the chuckle muffled against your skin. “Well… it’s not something I share with everyone.”
“Maybe you should. You sound good.”
“Hm… no.” Echo raised his head until his chin perched on your chest, and he smiled up at you in that soft way that always made you feel like the luckiest being in the galaxy. “This is only for you.”
A surge of pure love overcame you. It took everything in you not to burst into happy tears then and there (a task that had only become more difficult as your pregnancy progressed). “Really? You would keep this just for me?”
“Well… for you and the little one, anyway. Can’t let any member of the family miss out on this training.”
You frowned lightly. “Training?”
He grinned at your confusion. “Withstanding torture, of course.”
An indignant scoff escaped you as he laughed. “Echo, that’s not funny!” Something about the moment made his laughter continue, and you reached up to tap his nose firmly, despite the sudden urge you felt to join in. “I mean it, sir. Your voice is nothing like torture, and you know it.”
Echo sighed heavily and dropped his head to your stomach again. “It’s the closest thing to suffering you two will ever know while I’m around.” He pressed his lips to the fabric covering where a tiny heartbeat had appeared not too long ago. “I swear it.”
The frustration dissipated in your chest instantly at his soft vow. You just couldn’t be upset with him. Not when he was being this gentle in the warmth of the morning. So you sighed and let your head flop back down onto your pillow. “Alright. But don’t talk down about your voice again, alright? Or else I’ll have to keep you in bed until you remember how wonderful you are.”
There was another kiss on your stomach, its tone different from before. “Pretty sure something similar is what got us into this situation.”
“Echo!”
He laughed again and soothed you with a tender kiss to your lips this time. Breakfast would appease you completely, he was sure. But then you kissed him back, and he was sure of something else, too.
They did not take the time to show us multiple sequences of Maul putting himself between Daki and danger for y'all to be out here saying he finally got what he wanted or that he made the 'Palpatine' choice here.
He is nearly always putting himself physically between threats and the rest of the party.
He has everyone, including Daki, cross on the skiff first.
He's the one who jumps in to defend Daki from a barrage of Vader pushes that would have kille dhim.
He is trying, genuinely, to get as many people out of this alive as he can.
And that's not to say he doesn't knowingly make a choice to get Daki killed. But I don't think he wanted that outcome if there was any other option. Otherwise he would've taken that option several times over the course of the show.
And, evil or not, I think it's really important and characterful that it's not until he's backed into the corner, fighting a fight he knows they can't win, that he makes that choice.
THIS RIGHT HERE! Maul genuinely respected Daki (and it looks like all Jedi survivors as a whole), and even though he mostly focused his efforts in trying to get Devon to see his point of view, I still think he would have accepted Daki as an ally had things gone differently. If he could have gotten Daki on his side, hey, that's just one more powerful tool to have in his aresenal! Betters his chances against the Emperor! If Daki was nothing but an obstacle, he wouldn't have taken the time to explain his philosophy to him and sincerely try to get him to understand. Devon was just the more likely, and more promising, option.
He could have abandonded Daki to Vader at any point, but he didn't make that choice specifically until he heard Devon struggling in her own fight. So it came down to saving one or the other for him, and he always knew what choice he would make if it came down to that. He was always going to choose Devon.
It's such a complex situation, because it's not just wanting to further his own goals, it's also wanting to protect her and protect what he sees as the galaxy's only chance of changing for the better. He doesn't want an apprentice just so he can have power over someone. His goal isn't just revenge, even if that is still a big part of it. He wants an apprentice specifically so he can stop Palpatine and make things "right," albeit in his own way. Plus, literally the only relationship Maul has ever really known is that between Apprentice and Master, so it's no wonder that he keeps seeking that out.
This show is seriously so good, you can examine so many layers within any scene.
Hey there, I saw that requests are open, so I figured I'd drop a line! I would like to request a Tech x Fem!Reader fic; established relationship, lots of fluff and comfort. Basically, Tech has been gone on a mission for a bit, and reader has felt really invisible with him gone. It's been taking a toll on her, and when he finally gets back, Tech can tell. Reader is just trying to make him feel at home now that he has a chance to relax, but Tech is more concerned about her and insists on providing the comfort she needs. No rush at all if you decide to do this, thank you so much!
A/N: thank you so much for your request! i tried to follow your request as much as possible, so i hope you enjoy! i had so much fun writing it <3
I Missed You (Tech x Fem!Reader)
(word count: 3k)
You hated these days. The days that Cid’s strong voice rang clear on their comlinks, urging them on to a new mission, one which you were never completely sure that they’d all return from. It didn’t matter if it was as simple as delivering a message or as difficult as rescuing a Separatist senator, you always worried.
It was inevitable that the Batch would attract trouble. Trouble was almost part of their DNA, to the point where you always had a medpac handy in anticipation of their return after one-too-many post-mission injuries.
You were especially worried for your boyfriend, Tech. You’d been together a while now, a friendship born from the necessity of someone more qualified in medicine than he thought he was. The relationship came soon after, with you not being able to hide your emotions towards the man: happiness when his feet were safely on the dirty ground of Ord Mantell, and sadness when it was his injuries you’d been patching up after a particularly harsh mission. You’d scolded him when he returned from Serenno with a broken leg, but ultimately the large tears that dripped down your face onto his leg whilst you stabilised the bone led to a long conversation about your feelings for each other, ending with him lifting your hands away from the cast and pressing delicate kisses to your knuckles.
There were no secrets between you two. He told you everything, regardless of mission severity or money issues. You’d been the same, promising to tell all members of the Batch about how bad certain injuries were, even if you’d wanted to protect Omega’s innocent ears from learning about what a compound fracture was. However, he’d always been hesitant to tell you of Plan 99, knowing that if he even thought about initiating it, you’d fly to their location and stop him yourself.
But you knew Tech. And you knew the Batch. They never followed orders, and never would.
Which is why you stood at the bottom of the Marauder's gangplank, trying not to show Tech the beginnings of fat tears in your eyes, reminiscent of the day you’d both confessed your love.
You’d both agreed that your relationship would never get in the way of their missions or Omega’s safety, reluctantly putting your relationship on the backburner.
You waved all the other members off, excluding Omega, who Hunter had been adamant about staying with you and Cid due to the supposed dangerous nature of this mission.
Tech placed his helmet down on the third step of the gangplank. Although he’d never said it, you knew he didn’t want to leave you behind. You could see it in the slight shaking of his hand as he took yours into his own, the almost unnoticeable tremble of his lip, and the excessive blinking, like he was trying to stop his own tears from falling.
You made him feel strong. Every time he left for a mission, it was like that part of him was stripped away.
He looked into your eyes, clammy hands not loosening their grip on yours.
“We won’t be gone long, cyar’ika. I’ll be back before you notice I’m gone. I promise.”
Feeling his hand squeeze your own, you sighed.
“...I know, Tech. I know. But I have a bad feeling about—”
He cut you off. “Darling, you always have a bad feeling. Perhaps we ought to test your midichlorians when I get back, hmm?” he joked. Well, the closest thing to a joke that you could handle right now.
Your voice went small. “I just want you to be safe.”
“I’m always safe, my love. You simply do not need to worry about me,” he spoke as a fond expression filled his face. He stepped impossibly closer to you, like he was trying to merge your bodies together, and placed his left hand on your cheek, and his right on the nape of your neck.
Tech leaned closer towards you, until his lips were merely inches from yours. He started with the corner of your mouth, then moved to your nose, forehead, and finally your lips, peppering kisses around your face. Tech was familiar with your body, he knew where you liked to be held and kissed, and so before every mission he paid special attention to your face, hoping the affection would keep you going throughout his absence.
“I’ll come back to you, darling. I always will.”
With that, he placed one last lingering kiss on your lips, turned around to pick up his helmet from the steps, and made his way into the ship. However, before he could fully disappear into the cockpit as he usually did, you called his name.
“Yes, darling?” he replied.
You wiped away a tear that had fallen down your cheek. “I love you.”
He smiled softly at you, one that was reserved for moments like these.
“I love you too.”
And with that, he was gone.
*****
The first rotation wasn’t hard. You took Omega to explore some of the less seedy parts of Ord Mantell, telling her about your own home planet and how it compared to the one you were currently residing on.
You’d gone back to Cid’s Parlor and asked Omega to assist you in restocking your medpac, trying to keep the young clone out of trouble. She, like her brothers, was prone to causing mischief, regardless of whether you were keeping an eye on her or not. But you didn’t want to risk the wrath of Hunter upon their return, so you tried to keep her occupied.
As she fiddled with a bacta patch, you caught her eye.
“Something wrong, Omega?” you questioned.
“Um…Well…No. Yes. How do you deal with Tech leaving you to go on missions? Do you feel sad because you have to stay here sometimes?”
Sighing, you knew she missed her brothers. Like you, she was made to stay behind on missions deemed particularly dangerous, with Hunter claiming that the risk of being caught with known fugitives was too high.
“Well,” you started. “I do miss him. But I know that he only wants me to stay here because he loves me. And I love him, so I trust him.”
Your hand moved to play with the necklace Tech had gifted you on your anniversary. He’d apologised because it wasn’t fancy or expensive, but you didn’t care. It came from love, and that’s what mattered.
“Do you ever wish we could just live a normal life?” she pondered.
“All the time. And we will, I promise you. We just need some money to… hide under the radar and get the Empire off our backs. But it won’t be long before we can leave. I can feel it.”
Omega paused, like something else was on her mind.
“Everything alright?”
“Do you…” she started. “Do you think if we find a home that you and Tech will get married?”
The thought took you by surprise.
Marriage.
You’d thought about it, yes. It was impossible not to think about when you had Tech by your side. But it was even harder to think about when you were missing him as much as you were.
God, what you’d do to have Tech as your husband. But now wasn’t the right time. For now, you’d be a place for the man to come home and melt in your arms. A place where he didn’t have to face any insulting jabs from his brothers. A place where he could just relax, and not have his mind running at a million miles a minute.
Just home. Just him.
“I don’t know, ‘mega. Maybe in the future. But right now, we're happy just as we are, and I don’t want to change that.”
“Hmm, okay!”
She didn’t see the deepened line between your eyes, the sadness that was resting on your soul, the feeling of your heart being torn apart.
You missed him already.
*****
By the seventh rotation, all you could think about was how much you missed Tech.
What if something bad had happened? What if they were stranded? What if—?
No.
You couldn’t think this way.
They’d be fine. Tech promised. He promised he’d come back to you. You just needed to be patient.
Omega had sensed your turmoil and had been trying to do things to improve your mood. She’d forced you to play Dejarik with her a million times, but you could never focus. She’d asked you to show her holo-photos of your youth, but you were never interested when you did. She’d even temporarily given you Lula to hold at night, but all the stuffed Tooka could do was absorb your tears, not wipe them away.
Not like Tech could.
Even Cid had offered you a drink, a way to blur the misery that you were feeling. But you refused.
You just wanted your boyfriend to shower you in affection like he did on a daily basis, and you wanted to do the same to him.
Deciding to go for a walk to clear your mind, you kept your eyes to the ground, not wanting to unwillingly observe some of the happy couples of Ord Mantell walking around the city.
Everything reminded you of Tech, and seeing other people indulge in the happiness which you deserved right now was devastating. It wasn’t fair.
You wondered what the man was doing right now, if not being here with you. How was the mission going? You’d taken to trying to think more positively, the negative thoughts from several days ago weighing heavily on your soul. Of course they’d be successful, you thought. Clone Force 99 was elite, specialist, professional, and the rise of the Empire wouldn’t change that.
You also questioned if Tech was feeling the same as you were right now. He was known for hiding his emotions, less so from you, but you wondered if he divulged how much he missed you to his brothers. Somehow, knowing this would have made you feel better. But alas, radio silence was insisted upon to protect Omega’s safety.
*****
It has been ten rotations.
Ten rotations since you’d waved goodbye to the Batch.
Ten rotations since you’d waved goodbye to your boyfriend.
You missed him. So much.
You felt sorry for Omega, who had taken to entertaining herself with Dejarik and trying to remember every single starship used by the Republic, as per Tech’s request that she learn them (she had to learn the difference between the Republic ships and the Empire’s ships, of course). You’d tried to help her, you really had. But it seemed like in the past few days, she’d spent more hours checking on you than you on her.
You’d tried to be strong. You’d tried to stop the negative thoughts. But only one question filled your mind.
What if he was dead?
It was only when you heard the familiar rumbling of the Marauder’s engines that your eyes flickered open, and Omega bounded into the bedroom you were currently holed up in.
“They’re back! They’re back!”
Part of you didn’t believe her. You stood up from the bed and ran as fast as your legs would take you to the hangar, Omega tailing behind you. You accidentally shoved Cid to the side, the Trandoshan exclaiming a loud and angry ‘Hey!” as she went flying. However, it wouldn’t take her long to forgive you, she always said that you and Tech were attached at the hip, and who was she to come between the two of you.
It didn’t take you long to reach the hangar, and you stood expectantly near the bottom of the ship, antsy for the gangplank to open.
When it did, you were greeted by Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo making their way down the steps, each greeting you with a smile, pat on the shoulder, or in Wrecker’s case, a big bear hug.
For a moment, your heart sank. Where was he?
Your eyes flickered to the ground until you heard a soft voice speaking your name.
Your head lifted to see the man above you, ever so slightly limping down the stairs.
“Oh Tech,” you spoke quietly.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, you gazed into his eyes, lip trembling.
“Darling I—”
You wrapped your arms around him, trying not to knock him off balance.
Your voice was no louder than a whisper when you spoke. “I missed you. So much.”
He ran his hand up and down your back, the other tangling in your hair.
“I missed you too. I apologise with my entire soul. Our hyperdrive was stolen whilst the Marauder was docked and it was a momentous effort to retrieve a new one, we tried to get back to you and Omega as soon as we could.”
You didn’t reply, only hugged him tighter, inhaling his scent. He smelt of fuel and pine, a clear indication of what had taken place on the planet they’d been on.
“Oh sweet girl, I’m sorry, I am so sorry.”
He pressed a long kiss to your temple, grateful to have you in his arms once again.
You never wanted to let him leave.
Sniffling, you pulled back slightly. “What did you do to your leg?”
You felt him freeze in your arms. “Ah. That. Well, it seems I fell whilst we tried to escape some of the more vicious of the local wildlife.”
“Well…well…I need to look, you must be starving too, and I said I’d run you a bath. What about your brothers too? I need to make sure they’re okay too—”
“Darling, darling, slow down. There will be plenty of time for that in a few hours. For now, let me enjoy being back with my girlfriend. I am sure Omega will keep my brothers entertained for a while.”
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
A serious expression replaced his previously content one. His hand tightened in your hair, the other rubbing up and down your back to soothe your despair.
“Of course I am alright. I am back with you.”
So overwhelmed with having him back, you didn’t reply. You couldn’t. You just jumped back into his arms, knowing that with him home, everything would be alright.
*****
Later on, you decided it was only right that after a long and difficult mission, you’d try your best to get him to relax. Unfortunately, the word ‘relaxation’ didn’t exist in Tech’s vocabulary, but you were hoping he was tired enough to let you coddle him. Starting with his leg.
“Love, please, please, let me take a look. Isn’t it my job to look after you all?” you pleaded.
Tech, previously fiddling with his data pad, put the device down and intertwined his hand with yours.
“I told you, darling, that you do not need to do that. I am perfectly fine, and estimated that I will make a full recovery in approximately two days. It is not even a sprain,” he declared.
You huffed, turning away from the man to retrieve your nearby medpac.
“I don’t care, Tech. I want to have a look at it,” you argued back, rubbing your hands over your face.
“You know,” he started. “You spend so much time looking after everyone else and you never let anyone else look after you. Perhaps you should let me take care of you tonight. We are partners, are we not? And it seems you might have had a difficult time in my absence, so please—” he paused as he pulled your hands away from your face, kissing your palms. “Please let me take care of my darling girl.”
You opened your mouth to challenge him, but he promptly stopped you.
“Cyare, just for tonight. Just us. Just me making my extended absence up to you, like you deserve.”
To the average person, it may have looked like Tech was too involved in his own brilliance to care deeply for another person. Out of all his brothers, he and Crosshair were the most dismissive of civilians in the war, opting to stay within their own limits, focusing on their strengths and not playing into weaknesses. After meeting you, however, his perspective on the galaxy changed. Suddenly there was a reason to want to have a permanent home. There was a reason to open up to his brothers about his emotions, ones he’d never experienced before meeting you.
There was a reason to care.
You weren’t simply a mission to complete. He soon learned this. But you were a person. With thoughts, feelings, wants, and wishes. You missed him because you enjoyed his presence. You laughed with him because you wanted to see him happy. Once he learned this, it didn’t take much more time for him to fall in love with you.
Which is exactly why he was being so insistent on caring for you, even though you felt like it should be the opposite.
“Fine,” you reluctantly agreed, a small smile on your face at seeing how determined Tech was to worship you. “Just for tonight.”
It was evident that Tech was satisfied with this answer, as you saw the slight relaxation of his shoulders; he knew he’d won this one. He stood up slowly, not letting go of your hands, and then leaned down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You felt him slightly tug your hands, urging you to stand up.
“Come, mesh’la,” he spoke in a hushed tone, leading you in the direction of your small but private bedroom. “Let me show you just how much I have missed you.”
Tech caught the warm smile on your face after hearing him and leaned down once again, this time to kiss your cheek. Wrecker often teased the man for outwardly appearing to not provide you with much affection, but in private, he simply couldn’t get enough of you. He never would.
Pulling back ever so slightly, he nuzzled his nose into yours and hummed contently, like the only thing that mattered in the world was you.
“I love you, darling. So much.”
He was back in your arms, and you back in his. The pair of you didn’t know how long this reunion would last, the possibility of another mission the next day being high, but tonight you belonged to each other once again.
Tech leaned closer towards you, until his lips were merely inches from yours. He started with the corner of your mouth, then moved to your nose, forehead, and finally your lips, peppering kisses around your face. Tech was familiar with your body, he knew where you liked to be held and kissed, and so before every mission he paid special attention to your face, hoping the affection would keep you going throughout his absence.
“I’ll come back to you, darling. I always will.”
Ya'll actually have no idea how special this is to me. They fulfilled the request so perfectly in character, with just the right balance of hurt and fluff, and I saw so much of myself in the reader. Thank you so much, I couldn't be happier! (And yes, we are marrying Tech, it's non-negotiable.)
Go follow the Original Poster, everyone, they're a legend. ♥️
I had an idea, that seemed fairly straight forward on the surface: make an etched 3D wood cut scene of Tech working in a chaotic enemy computer lab, trying to get important data.
It was anything but straight forward, but we are almost there.
I drew the design from scratch in Adobe Illustrator, breaking out all the different layers. Then, I put them all into the laser cutter software, Lightburn, and got all the settings figured out.
And then, I decided to make it even more complex and add lights. The wiring map broke my brain. I nearly gave up many times.
We are now 96 hours in, with 14 individual layers, and 17 separate pieces, plus the electronics, but we are near the finish line!
the bad batch: sanctuary has gotta be one of the funniest purchases ive ever made . its like im reading just published and canonized fanfiction . the plot’s interesting too but i’m focused on how this author wants techphee to be real so bad they made a mission where they HAVE to pretend to be a married couple I LOVE THEM
YES, there were so many moments where I was like, "I've definitely read variations of this scene in Tech/Phee fanfics." And I ADORE IT. The whole book honestly felt like such a love letter to the fandom.
Hey there! First of all I wanted to say that you're an amazing writer, as a beginner writer I'm so impressed by your works, I hope I improve to be as good as you some day!
If it's alright, I would like to request the Bad Batch with a medic!reader, like fluffly short one-shot/headcanons of each Batcher with their medic s/o taking care of him.
If you write this, thank you so much for taking the time to do so, take as long as you need and if you don't want to do it feel free to delete my request.
Have a good day/night 💖
Vitals Holding
Clone Force 99 X GN!Reader
warnings: suitable for general audiences, teen and up. Established relationships, gender neutral reader, no physical descriptions of reader, medic!reader, fluff, ‘vitals holding’ used as a comfort phrase, light angst, mentions of injury, minor blood mention, stitches, stubborn clones, emotional vulnerability, kisses and flirting.
authors note: thank you so much anon for the kind words! Hope to read something of yours one day. Please enjoy, sorry for the wait.
Echo
word count: 399
Echo lay on a makeshift med-bunk, a frown on his face as he held his arm aloft, looking at his scomp-link that reminded him of the endless modifications that kept him ‘operational’.
The mission on Felucia had been a slog. The muddy terrain, relentless droids, and a stray blaster bolt that grazed his prosthetic leg and shorting out a servo. It was nothing life threatening, but enough to sideline him.
You knelt beside him with your kit spread out. "Hold still," you murmured, your voice a soothing barrier to the ship's low rumble. Echo's eyes met yours, a mix of frustration and fondness flickering there.
"It's just a glitch," he protested, though he didn't pull away as you gently detached the lower panel on his leg. Your fingers brushed against the cool metal, tracing wires that intertwined with what remained of his organic flesh. You'd learned his systems inside out over the months, not just as a medic but as his partner.
"A glitch that could turn into a full shutdown if we ignore it," you replied, scanning the damage with your device. The readouts blinked green mostly, but a red warning pulsed for the servo. You reached for a tool, your other hand resting on his thigh for stability. Echo's breath hitched slightly; not from pain, but from the warmth of your touch cutting through.
He watched you work, smiling lightly at the way your brow furrowed in concentration. "You know, before you joined, Tech sometimes just would slap some tape on it and keep going." His voice was light, but there was a hint of vulnerability.
You paused, setting the tool down to cup his face. Your thumb tracing along his jaw. "Well im now here to looking after you, Echo. You’re not alone in this." Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
He closed his eyes, leaning into it, the tension easing from his shoulders.
Resuming the repair, you rerouted the wiring. As the servo whirred back to life, Echo flexed his leg experimentally. "Feels good," he admitted, sitting up only to then pull you into his lap.
You smiled, checking his vitals one last time: heart rate steady, systems nominal. "Vitals holding," you whispered, echoing the phrase that had become your shared mantra after tough days. Echo's lips found yours in a grateful kiss, a silent thank you for seeing him whole.
Hunter
word count: 536
The Marauder’s engines idled low as the ship settled into a quiet landing on a forested moon, far from any Imperial patrols.
The mission had been simple reconnaissance but the dense undergrowth and sudden rain had turned it into hard work. Harder than it had to be.
Hunter had pushed through without complaint, as always. The usefulness of his enhanced senses guided the squad but the constant barrage of scents, sounds, and electromagnetic pulses had left him quietly frayed.
Now, he sat on the edge of a bunk, elbows on knees and head bowed. The infamous bandana was off with dark hair falling loose over his face.
With a look of concern, you stepped up to him quietly whilst carrying a damp cloth and a small vial of soothing balm of your own recipe.
“Rough one out there?” you asked softly, kneeling between his legs so you were eye-level with him.
Hunter exhaled through his nose, a sound that was half sigh, half reluctant admission. “Everything was loud. Too loud. The rain on leaves, every insect wingbeat for klicks around…” He rubbed at his temple. “Felt like my skull was vibrating.”
You reached up, fingers brushing his cheek before sliding into his hair. He leaned into the touch instinctively, eyes fluttering closed. Your thumb traced slow circles at his scalp, right where the tension always gathered. “You carried us through it anyway. Like always.”
A faint, crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Had to. Couldn’t let you get lost in the mud again.”
You chuckled quietly, dipping the cloth in cool water and pressing it gently to the back of his neck. He shivered once from relief. You worked in silence for a moment, letting the damp fabric ease the ache.
“Lie back,” you murmured.
He hesitated, the leader in him reluctant to fully let go, but your hand on his chest was steady and grounding. He reclined slowly, stretching out on the bunk. You sat beside him, one hand resting over his heart.
With careful fingers, you massaged the balm into his temples, then down along his jaw, working out the tightness. Hunter’s breathing depened, slowing as the sensory storm inside him began to quiet. Every so often, he’d hum softly, a low sound of contentment that you know he’d never admit to making.
“You don’t have to be on all the time,” you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “Not with me.”
His hand found yours, lacing fingers together. “I know,” he said, voice rough but soft. “Just… takes time to turn it off.”
“Then let me help.” You shifted closer, tucking yourself against his side. He wrapped an arm around you without hesitation, pulling you in until your head rested on his chest. The steady thump-thump beneath your ear.
Hunter’s free hand came up to stroke your hair, mirroring the way you’d soothed him. The ship’s hum faded into background noise; the galaxy outside could wait.
After a long while, he murmured against your temple, “Vitals holding.”
You smiled into his chest. “Vitals holding.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, the last of the tension melting away in the quiet safety of your arms.
Wrecker
word count: 614
The Marauder’s cargo hold was quieter than usual, the usual clatter of Wrecker’s laughter replaced by a low, frustrated grunt. He sat on an overturned crate, one hand pressed to his lower back.
The mission had wrapped up hours ago but Wrecker had insisted on hauling the last heavy munitions crate aboard himself. “I got it!” he’d boomed, grinning wide. That was until a sharp twinge hit, deep in his back muscles. Now here he was: the strongest clone in the Batch, felled by his own enthusiasm.
You found him like that, shoulders hunched, staring at the floor as if it had personally betrayed him. The embarrassment was written all over his face. Jaw tight and eyes avoiding yours.
“Hey, big guy,” you said gently, stepping into the hold with your medkit slung over one shoulder. “Heard you took on a crate and lost.”
Wrecker huffed, a sound that tried to be a laugh but landed somewhere closer to a groan. “Didn’t lose. Just… reminded it who’s boss. A little too hard.” He shifted, winced, and immediately tried to play it off with a forced grin. “I’m fine. Really. Jus’ need a minute.”
You set the kit down and moved to stand in front of him, close enough that he had to look up at you. “You’re not fine. And it’s okay to not be fine.” Your voice was calm, no judgment, just the steady certainty he always leaned on. “Let me see.”
He hesitated, pride warring with the ache, but eventually he let his hand drop and turned slightly so you could reach his back. You knelt behind him on the crate, fingers gentle as you pressed along his lumbar muscles. The knot was tight, hot and angry from the sudden strain. Wrecker sucked in a breath through his teeth.
“Easy,” you murmured, already reaching for the warming salve. “You pulled something good here. Nothing torn, but you’re gonna feel this tomorrow if we don’t loosen it up now.”
He let out a long, defeated sigh. “Hurt by liftin’ a kriffin’ box.” His voice cracked just a little on the last word, the embarrassment giving way. “What kinda soldier does that?”
You paused, hands still on his back, then leaned forward until your forehead rested lightly against the back of his shoulder. “The kind who cares more about getting the job done for his squad than looking invincible.” You kissed the spot between his shoulder blades, right over the scar from an old explosive. “And the kind who’s allowed to hurt sometimes. Even the biggest ones.”
Wrecker went still, then slowly relaxed under your touch. You worked the salve in with slow, firm circles, thumbs digging just enough to ease the spasm without pushing too hard. Every time he tensed, you eased off, waiting for him to breathe through it. Gradually, the knots began to give.
“Better?” you asked after a while.
“Yeah… a lot. Still stings, but not like before.” He turned his head, catching your eye over his shoulder. The grin was smaller this time, but real. “Thanks, mesh’la. Didn’t mean to be a baby about it.”
“You weren’t.” You slid around to sit beside him, tucking yourself under his arm. He wrapped it around you immediately, pulling you against his side like you were the most precious cargo he’d ever carried.
You rested your hand over his heart, feeling the steady, powerful beat. “So, are your vitals holding?”
Wrecker chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest into your palm. “Vitals holdin’. Thanks to you.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, lingering there, and for once didn’t try to hide how much he needed the quiet comfort.
Tech
word count: 661
The back room of Cid's Parlor smelled like stale smoke and cheap liquor.
As the main cantina buzzed faintly beyond the beaded curtain, Tech sat at Cid’s desk that she had grudgingly given and one leg propped up on a crate from the fracture he had endured form the cargo container collapse.
You pushed through the curtain with your medkit, the beads clacking softly behind you. Cid had cleared out at that point, muttering something about "not running a free clinic", leaving just the two of you.
Yet he was no longer sitting down, instead he was standing awkwardly and looking through the grumpy Trandoshan's collection of random stuff she had collected.
"I told you to stay off it," you said, setting the tray down on the desk with a deliberate clunk.
Tech didn't turn around. "I am off it. Most of my weight is on the good leg. Statistically, this qualifies as minimal load-bearing.”
"You're also standing. On a fractured leg. In a bacta cast that's still setting."
He glanced over his shoulder, goggles catching the low light. "The cast has reached its polymerisation point. I was just… looking at possible useful junk. For later."
"Uh-huh." You stepped closer, "Sit. Before I make you."
He let out a quiet breath, half annoyed and half amused, but he didn't fight it. He eased himself back onto the chair, leg stretched out.
You knelt in front of him, "You're doing that thing again," you say softly, voice warm and teasing. "Talking tech to hide that you're hurting."
"I'm not hiding anything. Pain is just… information. I was only—"
You placed your palm lightly over his chest, right where his heart was beating faster than usual under his armour. "Your heart's telling a different story."
Tech went still. His eyes dropped to your hand, then flicked back to your face. "That is… an elevated heart rate attributable to—"
You tilted your head, fingers trailing up to brush along his jaw, nudging his goggles up just enough to see the heat on his cheeks. "Or maybe because you like when I take care of you?"
He blinked rapidly behind the lenses, processing. "I… find your presence efficacious for recovery. Statistically speaking, positive emotional stimuli can accelerate—"
You leaned in, lips brushing his. Tech froze for a second, then leaned into it, one hand coming up to rest carefully at the back of your neck.
The kiss deepened just enough to make him forget the ache for a moment. You pulled back barely an inch, forehead resting against his. "Better?"
He let out a shaky breath, "Much better. Though I'd like… more proof it's working."
“Behave, Tech.” You playfully roll your eyes, smirking quietly at his disappointment of not getting another kiss just yet.
With steady hands, you adjusted the bacta cast and started the compression wrap carefully. He usually makes a comment on how uneven it is but this time Tech stayed quiet, just watching, breathing steady, his fingers occasionally brushing your arm like he needed the contact.
When you finished, you started to stand, but Tech's hand caught yours gently. "Come here." He tugged lightly, but insistent.
You raised an eyebrow, but let him guide you. With a careful shift of his good leg to make space, he pulled you down onto his lap, settling you sideways across his thighs so your weight didn't press on the injured one. His arm wrapped around your waist immediately, holding you close against his chest. Moments like this with him are rare so you wasted no time in tucking your head under his chin.
With one hand, you rest it over his heart again, feeling it slow to a calm, even rhythm now.
The parlor's distant noise felt miles away. Just the two of you in the cluttered back room, tangled together in the chair. You smiled into his neck. "Vitals holding?"
Tech pressed a soft kiss to your temple, voice low and content. "Vitals holding."
Crosshair
word count: 544
You found him in the refresher to your shared apartment, door half-open, the mirror fogged from a recent shower. He stood shirtless, one hand braced against the sink, the other fumbling with a bloodied cloth pressed to his left side. A shallow but stubborn gash that caught on jagged durasteel ran along his ribs.
It was not life-threatening, but it wept fresh blood every time he tried to clean or close it one handed. The angle was impossible now; his missing hand left him reaching awkwardly.
Crosshair never asked for help. Not ever. So when you stepped in quietly, he didn’t look up, just kept trying, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped.
“Out,” he muttered.
You didn’t move. Instead you stepped fully inside. “You’re making it worse. Sit.”
“I said—”
“Crosshair.” Your tone was quiet and firm. You reached past him for a clean towel from the rack, then guided him to perch on the edge of the low tub. He resisted for half a second but let himself be moved.
You knelt in front of him and you peeled the soaked cloth away. The wound was angry but clean enough to stitch. You exhaled slowly through your nose, fighting the urge to scold him for being reckless with his own body.
“Why do you do this?” you asked, voice softer now as you reached for the bactaspray. “You know I’m right here.”
He stared at a point over your shoulder, refusing to meet your eyes. “Habit. Fix it myself. Always have.”
“Not anymore.” You dabbed the wound clean, careful around the inflamed edges. He hissed once, barely audible, but didn’t pull away.
When the first stitch went in, his remaining hand twitched toward yours like he might stop you. Instead, his fingers curled loosely around your wrist. Just… holding.
You paused, needle hovering. “Talk to me.”
Crosshair’s gaze finally dropped. “Can’t reach it anymore,” he muttered, so quiet you almost missed it. “Feels… wrong. Needing you for something this basic.”
You resumed stitching, slow and precise. “It’s not wrong. It’s just different.” You explained. “And I’m glad I’m here for the different parts.”
He didn’t argue. Just watched your face as you worked, the tension in his shoulders easing stitch by stitch. When you tied off the last knot and smoothed a fresh bandage over it, he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours.
You stayed kneeling there, hands resting lightly on his thighs. “Better?”
He finally looked at you, really looked. The usual guarded sharpness had cracked, leaving something raw underneath. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re stubborn.” You rose enough to lean in, brushing your lips against his in a kiss that was gentle and unhurried. He froze for a heartbeat, then tilted his head to meet you properly.
When you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his. “Vitals holding?”
Crosshair’s lips curved, just the barest hint of a smirk. “Vitals holding.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “Thanks to you.”
You helped him stand, steadying him as the adrenaline crash made his legs unsteady. He didn’t protest when you wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him out of the refresher and toward the bed. For once, the sniper let himself be taken care of quietly, stubbornly, but completely.
Hello! Are you accepting requests right now? If so what are your favorite kinds of things to write about? ☺️
First of all, I am SOOO sorry I didn't see this until now! Luckily, the answer remains the same.
Yes, requests are open! I specialize in x Reader fluff, and I have the most fun when the relationship is established. I've mostly written for the Tech fans so far, but I'm not limited to that. Rules for requesting are here on my pinned post (now updated!): https://www.tumblr.com/umbramoons/756706385433067520/requests-open?source=share
The main update is that I'm expanding your options for character requests! Star Wars (mainly The Bad Batch) is still my specialty, but I'm open to other fandoms, too. Basically, you can drop any character in my asks, and if I'm familiar enough with them, I'll let you know and whip something up for you!
No way Crosshair and Wrecker would be okay with Omega leaving to join the rebellion without telling them and saying goodbye. This and not bringing Tech back (and seemingly closing the door for that with Omega's "take care of Crosshair and Wrecker for me" line) are my two major problems with the ending of the series.
I mean she must have told them. She must have. They would be so heartbroken to wake up to her gone.
And despite everything, I'm still holding onto dear life to the hope that they will bring Tech back. As I've said before, perhaps Tech is away with Phee somewhere when Omega says this line, thus her omission of him. She also omits Echo, but he is presumably alive - just away with Rex still. Perhaps the same is true with Tech. I'm currently rewatching season 3, and I personally don't see the CX-2 theories. CX-2 has a similar run to Tech, but other than that, I don't see Tech in him. I know people have theorized that after everything, they check the body, it turns out to be Tech, and he somehow survived the spear from Hunter and they rehabilitate him. I want him to be alive, but I don't think this is how it will happen. CX-2 talks to Crosshair like he was in the conditioning at the same time as him, and if that was the case and he is Tech, Crosshair and Omega would've known that. If Tech was taken by the Empire, I don't think they would've been dumb enough to put Tech, Omega, and Crosshair in one prison together anyways.
Idk what I believe. Maybe he was found by Hondo. Maybe he was found by the Empire. And maybe he is really dead.... Hunter's line to Omega saying something along the lines of "We're not going to waste his sacrifice" made me believe that maybe the writers share the sentiment of many techlives deniers - that bringing him back alive will make his sacrifice less meaningful. I wholeheartedly disagree. His sacrifice was to disconnect the car and himself so that his family survived - and they did. He accomplished his goal. Him surviving that would not in any way erase or diminish that. His sacrifice wasn't him dying - it was saving his family, and they were saved. But I'm sort of afraid that that's what the writers think and they won't bring him back.
GUYS. I just found the first fifty pages of Sanctuary! I'm already loving it.
Here's the link for all my fellow Bad Batch fans who won't be getting the book as soon as they want (mine's not going to be getting here until at least the 11th, sob): Star Wars%3A Sanctuary (A Bad Batch Novel)
