He's Watching Cat Tv

He's watching cat tv

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This is so unbelievably sweet. 😍

10/10. Highly recommended.

Evidence and Luck

Tech x Phee Genoa

Warnings: very fluffy, implications of and references to sexual relations and therefore I'm labeling this fic as Mature and 18+, but nothing is explicit

My first TechPhee!! I hope I've done them justice.

It was far later than Tech had expected to return to the Marauder. It was certainly later than he’d told the others to expect him. But at the moment, he found he didn’t care much about that. In fact, walking back to the ship in the lowlight just before sunrise, he could probably say he didn’t care much about anything other than her. 

Stars above, for the first time in his life there was only one thing on his mind and it was Phee, Phee, Phee. It didn’t matter that he’d spent nearly ten hours with her at her small cottage and only left mere moments ago. He was still replaying it all in his head. 

“You sure you have to go now, Brown Eyes?” she’d asked, her voice soft as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I wouldn’t mind you staying through to the morning.”

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her even closer to him, drinking in the soft moan that fell from her lips. “I cannot say I would mind either,” he’d conceded. “Unfortunately, I did inform my brothers that I would be back in…” he trailed off as he glanced at the chrono on the wall. “Four hours ago.”

She smiled, her fingers fiddling with the strap of his goggles at the back of his head. “If you’re already late…”

“What is the harm in a few more minutes?” he finished, already ducking down to kiss her neck again.

“Or hours,” she groaned as she lifted the goggles from his head once more. 

Oh, he was feeling particularly lucky at the moment. The events of the past sixteen hours aside, he was feeling this way because all his brothers had leaned away from the early morning risings the war had always brought. Well, almost all of his brothers.

“You were out late,” Echo smirked over his mug of caf as he walked up the ramp. “Or should I say early? Busy night?”

“Busy indeed,” Tech agreed quietly, feeling a little giddy at the memories. 

“Got a new… project?” 

Tech chuckled. “Perhaps.”

Echo grinned at his brother. “Get some rest,” he advised. “And maybe a shower. You look like you need it.”

“I believe that would be a good idea.”

He walked through the ship, being sure to keep his footsteps light to avoid the two light-sleepers’ wraths until he came up on the refresher. He eyed it for a moment before tilting his head down to gently sniff at himself. 

Phee’s perfume - a gorgeous blend of wood and citrus - was all over him. 

He sighed. He didn’t really want the smell of her to leave him, but he knew it would irritate Hunter’s senses so he figured a brief stop in the sonic shower wouldn’t hurt. 

He stepped out of the fresher a few moments later, adjusting his goggles back into their typical space just as Echo happened to be passing. 

“Better, but you… missed a few spots,” he noted with his signature snarky smile. 

Tech’s brows furrowed as he turned back to face the small mirror. His cheeks heated and darkened. Phee had left a number of small marks all over his face and neck, little prints of her lipstick dotting his face. 

He sighed, but as he began to clean the marks from his face, he found that he couldn’t wipe away the smile his lips had pulled into. Her voice still filled his ears. “Brown eyes. Mmm, yes. Right there, baby.”

He came to the final mark, one on the side of his neck, peeking out of the collar of his shirt. It might’ve appeared to be a simple lipstick stain, but Tech knew better. Hidden behind the subtle red of her favorite lipstick was a deep purple; a small spot where the pressure her teeth and lips had applied ruptured the blood vessels just below the surface.

Maybe it was the deviant nature that seemed encoded in himself and his brothers or maybe it was Phee’s influence, but either way, that small bit of evidence remained. He figured he’d face the teasing of his brothers if it meant they all realized just how lucky he was. 

Thanks for reading! - River

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Sometimes I get so emotional about Tech and Phee. Like, I can picture them so clearly just chatting all evening until the restaurant is about to close and someone has to ask them to leave, just because they’re both so engrossed in conversation, talking about their interests and listening so intently to the other and asking them questions, since seeing them so excited about something makes them excited as well. The thought of one of them surprising the other with an experience related to an interest or passion of theirs, that they maybe only mentioned once, and just showing them that not only are they loved, but they are heard. Just them collecting little knickknacks for the other, since they know they’ll love this random shell or tapestry.

Ugh, just the potential of what we could have seen with them. These little moments, where you can see how much they love each other.

The way I get angry if I’m too tired to write the smut I want.

So true

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Prompt: Water Gun Fight

Everybody watch out ⚠️

No body, no death.

I had some Thoughts™️ about the series finale of Bad Batch. It was so safe, and so saccharine, and I mayyy start drawing some of the what-ifs that I expected. This is the Tech reunion I was anticipating (which, mad props to them for letting him stay dead, even though I was very sad about it) where he turned out to be that mysterious agent that was after them. This is, however, likely the only “good ending” scene I would draw. I expected to be shattered after the finale, and I wasn’t. So now I’m going to have to break my own heart