My Favorite Part Of Episode 8: Wrecker Getting Snippy With Fennec Shand. Loved That He Got More Screen

My favorite part of Episode 8: Wrecker getting snippy with Fennec Shand. 😂 Loved that he got more screen time and dialogue.

This one is for all my Wrecker simps

let's see if i can finish this baby tonight. I'm not letting a migrane get in the way of being productive

Started as a tag but I had to do the whole Batch XD

Hey there, may I request Wrecker x Reader with the fluff prompt "i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?" I really liked your last one as it was so cute.

Hi! Sorry for taking so long! This is such a cute prompt, but of course my brain said "add some angst" so I did. But like, there's still a lot of fluff. It's very hurt/comfort with emphasis on comfort. Hope you like!

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Heartbeats

Warnings: None, I think? Reader's feeling get hurt but Wrecker makes them all better.

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Your ribs hurt. Every breath sent waves of agony screaming up your side, but what hurt worse was the fact that the entire team was almost killed.

Because of you.

One glance at Wrecker lobbing explosives on joyfully down the hall, and you were caught up in a daze. How someone could be so loud and joyful in a combat zone was beyond you, but he did it and he did it perfectly.

The whole thing was only a training mission, but it didn't matter. You got distracted. You couldn't blame it on Wrecker; it was your own fault for being such a kriffing lovesick idiot. You got distracted and missed an obvious hole in your defenses. A hole that allowed the enemy the flank you. It was a hole that left your team scrambling to cover you when one blast from a droid shot you down from your position, knocking the air from your lungs.

"Dead. We're all dead!" Hunter abruptly deactivated the training droids and turned towards you. Tech, Echo, and Wrecker clamored to their feet. "Y/n. Tell me what happened. Why are we all dead?"

Crosshair slid from the tower with a frown.

The others looked at you, waiting for you to answer him. Crosshair's frown deepened as he briefly met your eyes.

"I...I don't know." You said softly, looking at the ground. Please don't cry. Not here. Not in front of Wrecker.

Hunter nodded slowly. "You don't know?" His voice was dangerously low. "You are part of a team, y/n. A team! We watch each other's backs. You just let your entire team down because you weren't paying attention! You're damn lucky this was just a training simulation because you just got us all killed."

Wrecker scratched the back of his neck, "Hunter, I don't think it was all her fault..." He said sheepishly. "I mean, I coulda paid better attention to yer hand signals. I'm not sure what they mean most of the time. And besides, you forget she's not a soldier like us."

"Obviously." Crosshair rolled his eyes.

"Hey, don't be mean!" Wrecker scolded his brother, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Well it's true. She's no soldier and that makes her a liability."

Tears burned the back of your eyes, you blinked them back furiously. You would NOT cry in front of the boys. You would NOT let them see how much their words hurt. You already felt useless. This mistake only served to prove you correct.

Wrecker growled, stepping forward so that he was almost chest to chest with Crosshair. He looked down at the sniper, who twiddled his toothpick as though he couldn't care less. "You wanna say that again?"

Crosshair narrowed his eyes.

Hunter took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I think we all need a breather. Report back here at 1800 hours. I wanna run this through again." Hunter's gaze lingered on you for a moment. You knew he wanted some sort of an explanation but that was something you couldn't really provide him with. How could you explain that just being near Wrecker made your head spin. How could you explain that being around him sent shivers down your spine.

Hunter had known something was up for a while now. It was only a matter of time before he approached you and today's mishap just gave him another opportunity to corner you about it. Taking a shuddering breath, you whipped around before he could say anything, and headed out into the hall, no longer able to hold back the tears flooding your eyes.

***

Thunder rumbled through the damp air and you jumped. Even after being on Kamino for the past year, you still hadn't gotten used to all the storms and the constant rain.

"Hey y/n." You jumped violently. How had he found you so fast? Wrecker sat down beside you. "Sorry," he said softly. "Didn't mean to startle you."

You sniffed, hugging your knees to your chest.

"Don't be too upset, Mesh'la. Hunter's just been under a lotta pressure lately."

You shook your head. "No, he was right. I should've been paying more attention."

Wrecker shrugged. "It happens to all of us. That's why we practice."

"Yeah, but I..." your voice cracked, "I can't.... I don't..." You didn't even know what you were trying to say.

The tears start flowing heavily once again. Welp, I guess Wrecker knows how weak and useless I am now. The thought made you cry harder.

"Oh, cyar'ika..." Wrecker looked devastated as he watched your shoulders shake in silent sobs, not quite sure what to do. He scooted closer and wrapped his arms snugly around you, letting you bury your face into his chest as he held you. His expression melted as you curled into his embrace.

"There there, cyar'ika." He rubbed your back, "I've gotcha. It'll be ok."

Finding comfort in his voice, you let him hold you. He was so warm, so kind, and so - oh no - you froze, immediately realizing that in your upset, you'd crawled right into his lap and soaked his shirt with your tears. This was embarrassing to say the least. You were mortified.

What if he didn't like you? What if he thought this was awkward? Or worse, what if he was just pitying you because he felt bad? You hated to be a burden.

Wrecker didn't seem to mind though. You looked up, confused as he let out a chuckle.

"What's wrong, Mesh'la? I can hear your heartbeat. It got all fast all of a sudden."

You sat up quickly, hoping he didn't see the blush that was very quickly racing up your neck. Your cheeks felt hot.

"I... It's... I'm fine," you stammered out.

Tell him! A voice shouted from the back of your mind. Tell him! It's now or never.

Wrecker was watching you carefully, a worried look soon overtook the amusement in his eyes.

"What is it, Mesh'la? Are you sick!?" He looked stricken. "Oh, Maker. What do I do!?" He began to pace the room, hands anxiously rubbing his bald head. "I should get Tech! He'll know what to do! Hold on, Mesh'la, I'm coming!"

Wrecker bent down, lifting you up into his arms, nearly crying himself.

"Wait!" You cried, alarmed at his reaction. "Wrecker wait. I'm... I'm not sick."

He stopped and looked down at you, confused. He set you back down slowly. "So...what is it? Cuz you look like you wanna throw up."

A ghost of a smile flitted across your face as you let out a small breathy laugh.

"I think..." You took a deep breath. "Wrecker I think I'm in love with you!"

There. You said it. It felt good. Your chest felt so much lighter.

Wrecker was silent. He stood frozen, mouth hanging open. Now it was your turn to be concerned. "Wrecker? You okay there, buddy?" Oh no. He doesn't feel the same. Oh no, you just ruined everything. Oh Maker... You felt your face fall as tears welled up once again.

"You love me, Mesh'la!?" Wrecker's voice suddenly cut though your emotional spiral. You jumped as you looked up at him. He didn't look angry or disgusted. Wrecker looked ecstatic; excited, overjoyed even. He let out a giggle and grabbed you up in his arms again, spinning you around.

He whooped loudly and you giggled, eyes wide in surprise. You hadn't been expecting this. At all.

"I've been wanting you to say that forever!" He cackled.

"Wrecker," you wheezed as he squeezed you tightly. Yes, he really took your breath away. "You're squishing me."

He stopped suddenly and put you down.

"Oops..." He snorted, "sorry Mesh'la. I just got real excited! I love you Mesh'la."

Your heart burst open once again, setting loose the waterworks.

"I love you too, Wrecker."

He twirled you around again and set you down, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"You're crying!" He knelt down, both confused and concerned at your tears.

You sniffed, wiping your cheeks. "I'm just happy, Wrecker. I'm so happy you feel the same, you've no idea."

"I think I've got some idea." He grinned and grabbed your hand in his. "Let's go blow up them clankers. We'll show Hunter what we can do together, cyar'ika. You and me, we make the best team!"

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Fractured Dreams

Relationships: Crosshair & Echo & Hunter & Tech & Wrecker

Content Warnings: Blood and Injury, Hallucinations, Cauterization, Mild Gore

Summary:

Falling victim to poison, Wrecker experiences hallucinations that mess with his mind and his perception of reality. His brother's actions, all done in an effort to save Wrecker's life, are mistaken for the work of enemies.

Wrecker's POV of Until the Storm Breaks

Written for @augustofwhump Day 6: Confusion

Word count: 2,296

Read on Ao3

Wrecker's vision blurs, surrounding colours twisting and melting together. He's moving. Being moved? They're taking him somewhere. Everything hurts. Distantly, Wrecker is aware his leg catches on something and he is harshly pulled forwards. Blinding light flashes, then someone is yelling right next to Wrecker. Are they yelling at him? Wrecker's heart beats fast in his chest as he gains some understanding of his surroundings. They must be on Kamino, he must have done something wrong. Wrecker doesn't recognize the doctors dragging him, their faces a blur. He wishes he could get his legs to function right. The medical staff is never happy when they have to drag Wrecker about, his weight making their job unnecessarily difficult. They're already displeased with him, if the shouting is anything to go by. What ever Wrecker did this time must have been bad. He only wishes he knew what exactly he'd done wrong. They must be bringing him to an isolation tank. Wrecker tries to walk by himself again, only to have to give up when his legs feel heavy and stiff. The person on his right says something, blinding light of Kamino's halls reflecting off their white clothes. Wrecker can't make out the words fully, but he understands the sentiment. He's being berated, both for the mistake he can't remember making and being incompetent enough to not even walk himself to his punishment. Wrecker just hopes his brothers aren't suffering for the wrong he did. The room Wrecker's dragged into is unfamiliar, far too bright. Along the far wall, he spots Nala Se. Wrecker's heart drops. He's really in trouble if she's here. Wrecker must pass out for a second, because next he knows, he's laying on a cold hard surface. Something is very wrong. This isn't how they prep you for isolation. Wrecker tries to sit up, but is pushed back down, limbs slammed onto the table. Someone barks at him to hold still, and Wrecker really does try, but fear rises in his chest. This isn't how they put you in isolation. But if Wrecker isn't being isolated, what's going to happen to him? What if this is where they decommission clones? What if this time, Wrecker made one mistake too many?

Wrecker struggles against the cuffs holding him down. He can still be useful, he can prove his worth. The words don't leave Wrecker's mouth right. A strangled cry breaks past his lips as he thrashes.

He didn't even get to see his brothers one last time.

As the doctors move around Wrecker, his struggle makes him aware of the pain in his body and the way his vision sways and shifts. Did they drug him? Or is this how they kill useless clones, through poison?

With no warning, Nala Se approaches at a speed Wrecker's never seen her moving at. She observe Wrecker, before her face twists with anger.

“You deserve this.” She spits.

Wrecker flinches. Nala Se hasn't ever raised her voice at him before, Wrecker wasn't sure if she even could.

The cuffs dig painfully into Wrecker's limbs as he struggles. He doesn't want to die like this, isn't supposed to die like this. Something in Wrecker's chest burns, and he screams. They poisoned him, right? Then where is all the blood coming from?

He can see it when he looks down at himself, all across his chest and the table. Wrecker spots something on his chest, observing it as he struggles. He's almost sick as he recognizes it as bone.

They're cutting him open.

Wrecker slams his head backwards, hitting the table. Pain flares at the back of his skull and it's like something breaks. Not in Wrecker's head, but the world around him.

Dirty gray bleeds into Kamino's pristine walls and the doctors blurry faces become washed out and faded, like a distant memory, reduced to the bare minimum needed to make them recognizably faces.

Wrecker fights against his bindings, wanting to get away from those things, even more than he wanted to get away from the doctors. He tries to at least look away from them but his head is stuck.

Wrecker's neck aches as he fights his inability to move, no, the thing holding his head in place. Wrecker tries yelling at them to let him go as he watches reality morph around him.

They're droids. The realization dawns on Wrecker suddenly, hitting him like a punch to the gut.

He got himself captured by separatists.

The one holding Wrecker's head leans over him, asking him something. They want intel, but Wrecker will never give it to them. He'd rather die.

He tells them as much, or at least tries to. From what Wrecker can tell, it came out more like a scream. Wrecker almost wrestles his arm away from one of the droids, but it slams his arm back into the ground.

Wrecker has to get free, should be able to do so with ease. They're just droids, yet some how, they're overpowering him. He needs to escape, before they start using his mind like Techno Union did with Echo's. Wrecker doesn't know battle strategies the regs use, but he knows his brother's well enough to have his memories lead to their downfall.

He won't let that happen, no matter what.

Pain erupts across Wrecker's chest, blinding in its intensity, as something is poured across his ribs.

It's acid, Wrecker knows it's acid. He can smell it, but the pain alone would be enough to tell what they've tipped onto his skin. Wrecker can see his skin blister and peel as the substance eats its way into his muscle.

Wrecker's knee connects with the droid holding his legs. The hope of escape leaves Wrecker almost instantly, as the droid hovering over him laughs as he rubs across the chemically burned spot on Wrecker's chest. The one holding his head removes a hand from that job to press it into Wrecker's shoulder.

The droid that poured the acid onto his chest draws a knife, showing it off before holding it to Wrecker's ribs. As it sinks in, the pain is somehow worse than the acid. But the droid holding his left arm makes a mistake. It loosens its grip.

Wrecker frees his arm, swinging his fist at the knife wielding droid. Knuckles connecting with its mechanical head, Wrecker is so close to freedom for a few wonderful seconds.

Then Hunter grabs Wrecker's arm and brings it forcefully to the floor, sending a wave of pain from Wrecker's wrist up to his shoulder. There's genuine anger in Hunter's eyes.

Wrecker can't remember when his brother's arrived, nor the last time Hunter's looked at him like that.

“Hunter?” Wrecker tries to say. Hunter doesn't even look at him.

Then pain erupts at Wrecker's side and his eyes focus on Tech jamming something against his skin. It's hot and it really hurts. A sob forces itself out of Wrecker's mouth as he asks Tech what he's doing.

“You know what I'm doing, and you know why.” Tech glares, making Wrecker want to curl up in a ball.

Sure, they fight, they do so all the time. But none of his brothers have ever done anything like this. The worst part is, Wrecker doesn't even know what he did wrong.

They're on the Marauder, Wrecker thinks, laying on its floor. Echo's sitting near Wrecker's head, tight grip on Wrecker's shoulder, holding him down. Disgust is etched into the ARC's expression, making Wrecker fear what he'd done even more.

Did he mess up a mission? Did he hurt one of his vode? What ever he did, his brother's think it deserves retribution in the form of physical pain.

“What did I do?” Wrecker sobs.

Echo sneers. “You know what you did.”

Tech must have hit a nerve, because Wrecker can't help the pained cry he makes. “I'm sorry.” He says, trying to push past the pain.

“Clearly not sorry enough.” Echo spits. The pain is near unbearable, to the point that Wrecker can't help the plea for mercy, or at least a break, that passes his lips.

“Shut up.” Tech counters. Wrecker wishes he could just do as told.

But he begs and apologizes in an endless stream of garbled words, prompting each of his brothers to tell him to be quiet over and over again. That's probably the reason Tech doesn't stop when he's burned a line across Wrecker's stomach, continuing it across his side and back.

Wrecker's suffered many kinds of pain, but this is one of the worst. Because his brother's are doing it to him, his brother's think he deserves it. He does, Wrecker's sure of that. Knowing that just makes it so much worse.

It almost feels weird, not being held down any more after such a long time. When Wrecker tries to inspect the blistered skin, his hands are forcefully yanked away time and time again. Wrecker must not be as conscious as he thought he was, because after his brothers drag him a little to the side, the next time he tries to look at the wound it's wrapped.

It's a relief knowing what he did wasn't bad enough to make his brothers stop caring about him entirely. He doesn't get anything against the pain, but Wrecker knows better than to expect being afforded pain relief. If his wrongdoing was enough to drive his brothers to, no doubt justifiably, punish him in such a manner, they'll obviously want him to feel the consequences of his actions for quite a while.

Wrecker's allowed to curl up now, laying on the floor next to Tech. He tries putting pressure on the wound in a effort to calm the throbbing pain somewhat, but Tech doesn't like him doing that either, eventually just grabbing Wrecker's hands.

His side burns with not even the slightest comfort being permitted, but Wrecker doesn't mind all that much, Tech holding his hands being the gentlest touch he's experienced in ages. The best thing about it is that it proves that Tech doesn't entirely hate him.

Just for good measure, Wrecker apologizes a few times more. This time, he isn't told to shut up. A small improvement, but an improvement nonetheless.

At some point, Tech must have put his helmet back on, as Wrecker makes eye contact with a visor. Testing the water, Wrecker leans his head against Tech's side carefully.

“Hurts...” Wrecker forces out. It's pathetic, almost manipulatively so. Wrecker shouldn't be begging for sympathy.

“You're fine.” Tech says. It's harder to understand his voice now, Wrecker can barely make out what he's saying.

Wrecker tries to sleep, though rest doesn't come easy. He feels on edge, keeps seeing and hearing things and what dreams he has are bizarre and unnerving.

He wakes to Echo leaning over him, speaking softly as he urges Wrecker to open his eyes. When Wrecker does, he's hit by the sudden, bone deep fear of Echo hurting him.

Then moments later he's hit by how weird of a thought that is. Echo wouldn't hurt him.

As Wrecker wakes as fully as he's capable of, the world around him seems perceivable for the first time in a long while. As his brothers help him walk, Wrecker pieces together what happened.

The memory of the fight with the plant, the injury he sustained, the beginning of a storm, all those pieces slot well into the reality of Wrecker waking up in a cave, hurting all over. They were forced to take cover and emergency first aid was done on Wrecker.

But then there's the other memories, fragmented and confused. Wrecker recalls them in bits and pieces, laced with fear and panic. As they walk, wave after wave of disturbing imagery and emotional hurt hit Wrecker. He still feels fuzzy, like someone dug about in his head, but he can connect those horrible memories with what Tech told them about the toxin he'd been exposed to before its effects took hold.

Wrecker speaks with Crosshair briefly on the way to the Marauder, but he doesn't bring up what the poison made him see. On the ship, his brothers help Wrecker with his injury. Infection's set in, making changing the bandages that bit more uncomfortable. Wrecker's side feels hot, like it's being burned, or rather cauterized, all over again. It's not the first time Tech's had to burn one of Wrecker's injuries closed.

He's denied pain relief, but Wrecker's conscious enough to know it's not because he's being punished, even if it does feel a bit like he is.

After Crosshair annoys Wrecker for a while, he agrees to laying in hugging range to Wrecker. It's a very good distraction.

A while after Hunter rejoins them, he taps Wrecker's leg to draw his attention.

“What did you see back then, when the poison was affecting you?” He asks.

Wrecker knows he saw doctors and droids, knows that he feared for his life and saw gruesome injuries inflicted on himself, but what he remembers best is that he saw his brothers. Saw them hurting him, wanting to hurt him. And Wrecker really believed they could be driven to that. Even under the influence of poison, Wrecker should have know better. The guilt almost matches his pain in its intensity.

He should never have believed them capable of such cruelty, should never have thought them capable of resorting to torture, especially against their own vod. Wrecker hates that he remembers that bit the best, that the words he imagined his brothers saying are etched into his mind.

But what he hates most is that he almost feels like his brothers might actually be mad at him, that they might actually want to hurt Wrecker for the mistakes he makes.

Wrecker inhales deeply. “I don't remember.”