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Whumpril Day 28: "Let Me Know if You Need Anything." (Alt prompt 13)

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Warnings: mentioned character death

Summary: After Tech's death Echo is trying to help the others how he can.

    Death is hard to handle, especially when it's the first time you've lost someone. Echo knew it was going to be difficult getting the batch through Tech's death. They had grown up together. He remembers the pain he felt when he lost Cutup, Droidbait, and Hevy so he knows how they feel. Not only that but he's grieving as well.

    Wrecker sat alone in his bunk and Hunter sat in the cockpit of the Marauder. Echo walked to talk to Hunter then to Wrecker to check on them.

    "Hey Wreck" Echo started.

    "Hey Echo" Wrecker spoke softly.

    "How are you doing?"

    "Fine." Wrecker made it hard to find a way to comfort him. He wouldn't talk about it. He wouldn't really do anything.

    Unsure of what to do Echo slightly turned around, getting ready to leave the room. "Let me know if you need anything."

    "I need Tech back."

    Echo stopped. "I know. But we can't get him back Wrecker, that's not how death works unfortunately." He walked back inside the room and took a set next to his brother.

    "I know that Echo."

    "I know you know.".

    "I need Omega and Cross back to; I need Hunter to calm down and breathe; I need to be able to help you all; I need to not feel this way."

    'Well that's a lot to unpack' Echo thought. "We can get Omega and Crosshair back-"

    "What if they're dead?" Wrecker interrupted.

    "We wouldn't know until we find them."

    "Hunter isn't going to calm down until we find them. What if they're gone? He'll never be okay."

    "Well Omega's Hunter kid. I know she's our sister but that's his little girl. He'll be okay. If they are gone he'll learn to cope. It'll be okay. And Wrecker, you're helping in small ways but still helping. You need to take care of yourself too."

    "Am I always gonna feel like this?"

    'he went down the whole list.' Echo was glad it went that way, easier to sort out. "No, not always."

    "Will I ever go back to normal?"

    "No. There will always be something missing Wrecker. But you will learn to keep growing. You'll be okay."

    "Okay."

    "Do you need anything?" Echo looked over at Wrecker.

    "Maybe a glass of water."

Febuwhump Day 9: Bees

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: Wrecker never liked bugs. But now that Tech's gone, he finds some beauty in his brother's favorite insect. Bees.

  Bugs were not Wrecker's strong suit. Most of the time they weren't a problem, but sometimes they freaked him out. After being stormed by 'the hive' with Cid, he decided he simply was afraid of them.

    This included bees. There were a lot of bugs on Padu. There were a lot of flowers on the island. It was one of the things that the clone liked. Their simple beauty was something most didn't expect a clone to love the way he did.

    But he didn't like the bees. The small bugs freaked him out. Even so he would be around them often. The rest of the batch didn't share his distrust of the small insects.

    Tech had loved bees. "Bees are extremely important to every ecosystem. Almost 90% of wild plants and 75% of the galaxy's crops depend on the insects's pollination."

    "I don't care" Wrecker joked. He nudged his brother.

    However Tech did. Trying to continue, Crosshair cut him off. "We don't care."

    Now Wrecker wished he had listened. The clone watched the bees buzz around the sunflowers that were around him. What bothered him was the fact that they shut him up even though he was clearly excited about it.

    The bees flew near him and unlike every time before, Wrecker let them. Instead of shoeing them away, he welcomed them. Tech's voice rang in his head, "Did you know that there is at least one species of bee on most every planet."

    "Does he just do that?" Echo sighed.

    "Yeah" Hunter answered. "Normal one of them tells him to shut up by now."

    "Bumblebees technically shouldn't be able to fly because of-"

    Tech was cut off by Crosshair. "Shut up" the clone growled. Despite being shut up, Tech didn't seem upset. Instead he continued what he had been doing previously.

    "Seems kinda mean" Echo whispered to his brother.

    "If they don't he'll talk for hours."

    Now Wrecker was left wondering what he was going to say. What else had they left unsaid? What seemingly useless piece of information had they missed out on?

    Wrecker would do anything to hear Tech info dump about bees again. Info dump about anything really. He wanted to know why bumblebees shouldn't be able to fly. More than anything he wanted his brother back.

    "Watching the bees?" Phee asked, sitting next to Wrecker.

    "Yeah" he sighed. "I never liked them before. Actually used to be scared of them. Up until now." A sort of sad smile flashed across his face. "They are actually pretty nice" he sobbed.

    "It's gonna be okay big guy." Phee comforted him.

    A bee landed on the clone's knee. Out of instinct, he screamed. Then he just watched it. Putting his finger by it the insect crawled onto his finger. It was smaller than his finger nail. "Hey Tech."

Whump The Musical Day 1: Cats (Second Chance)

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: After everything, Crosshair still doesn't know what to say to his brothers when he sees them again.

Note: This story takes place at the end of Season 3 episode 4, A Different Approach

There the Marauder was. What now, Crosshair thought to himself. What does he say to them? Will they even want him back? Not knowing how his brothers would react to seeing him again, was unsettling.

As Crosshair landed the ship, Omega ran towards the door. She was so ready to see them again. They were her family. The men were also his family. Yet he had hurt them, over and over. Some of it was his chose, some not.

That didn't matter. A million things ran through his head. With nothing to say, the clone walked towards the door. It's now or never.

With every step, his fears started to invade him. What if they didn't give his a second chance? They had betrayed each other. They left wounds that didn't heal easily on each other's hearts. Some were scarred while others were still bleeding.

He could hear them now. Even if Crosshair couldn't understand what they were saying, he knew they were happy to have Omega back.

Batcher stood beside him. She rubbed up against his leg, trying to provide a sense of comfort to him. The hound walked out with him onto the ramp.

Watching his brothers tense up at the sight of him, hurt. It hurt more then it should have. There was a time where he wouldn't have cared; where he may have even smiled. Now it felt like someone had grabbed his heart and lungs and held them hostage.

Once apon a time, Crosshair had tried to give them a second chance. He offered them a way into the empire, a place he once believed in. He didn't expect to be forgiven.

"Crosshair." There was so much distrust in Hunter's voice. It looked like he froze, like he was faced with an enemy he didn't know how to defeat.

Wrecker didn't say anything at first. Instead, he looked him up and down. It looked like had been though a lot. Of course he already knew about the burn scar on the side of his head. But it was more then that. He looked tired. The man watched as Crosshair's hand shook. He took note of the fact that he looked sick and had lost weight since Kamino. Even through all the clothes, Wrecker knew.

After everything that had happened, everything they had put each other though, maybe it was time to bury that hatchet. The man looked back at Hunter and shook his head gently. Hunter did always have a difficult time trusting people.

With everything they had lost, losing Crosshair wouldn't help them. They had already lost one brother, he wouldn't do it again. In the end, Wrecker had always loved him, even when he was shooting at them.

Turning back to Crosshair, Wrecker started to speak. "Hey" he said. The sniper didn't say anything.

Unsure if what to say, Crosshair just stood there. Wrecker looked deal in thought and Hunter looked as if he may kill him.

Crosshair and Wrecker made eye contact. Neither man broke it. They both saw the fear and pain the other carried.

"I believe in second chances." Wrecker smiled softly. "I want to give you one. You're my brother, Cross. If you'll take us, I'd be happy to have you back."

The man stood there. For the first time in a while, he took a step towards them. Crosshair felt like he was going to cry. After everything he had done to them, to the people around him, Wrecker was so ready to take him back. He wanted to give him the second chance he didn't think he deserved.

No he knew he didn't deserve it. Crosshair had killed innocent people. He had done terrible things. He didn't deserve the kindness that Wrecker looked at him with or the sympathy he had in his eyes.

Their oldest brother sighed, "alright." Unclenching his fist, Hunter tilted his head towards the Marauder. "Come on. We have your gear in the ship."

"Most of your toothpicks too!" Wrecker joked.

Crosshair walked up to him. Standing in front of Wrecker, his eyes started to water. Without enough time to stop him, the man wrapped his arms around his big brother. He sobbed into his chest, holding him as tight, if not tighter, then when they would hold each other in the worst moments of the war.

Surprised, Wrecker held him. Hunter, who had been walking back to the ship, snapped his head up. It wasn't often that Crosshair cried. Some of the anger that had built in his heart, dissolved.

"Let's, give them a moment" Hunter said as he stopped Omega from running over to the others. Batcher ran up to her and Hunter just looked at her. As they walked to the ship he said, "tell me about the hound."

Minutes went by. Wrecker just held him. Every now and again he would whisper something reassuring.

"I don't deserve this" Crosshair finally made at words though his sobs.

"It think you do. You didn't deserve what happened to you, even if I don't know what it is. But, let us help you heal."

As Crosshair started to breathe easier, he loosened his grip on his brother. Looking at him, he sighed. "Where did you learn that?" he half joked.

"Echo actually" Wrecker kind of chuckled. "Welcome home Cross."

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Whump: The Musical Day 7: The Last Five Years (I will not lose because you can not win.")

Fandom: The Batch Batch

Warning: Cannon typical violence

Summary: When Hemlock invades Pabu, the batch has to fight for their lives as well as the lives of the citizens of the peaceful Island.

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  Today was supposed to be an ordinary day. When Hunter had woken up, he was dragged down to the beach by Omega and Deke. They wanted to show him that they had learned how to surf. Even if he wouldn't admit it, Hunter was proud of the clones for learning how to be children.

    Wrecker had forced Crosshair down to the beach as well. The warm sand and pleasant smell should help him to relax the man thought. So the three brothers sat on a red towel and started to talk. It wasn't much, but it was somewhere to start.

    Mox and Stak joined them shortly and started to work on a sand castle. Some clouds covered the sunny sky. But when Hunter looked up, they weren't clouds. Imperial vessels blocked the sun.

    This couldn't be happening. Pabu was supposed to be safe. It wasn't meant for invasions. So many of the people spent too long running just to have to up their whole lives again. Hunter looked back down.

    Looking at Crosshair, he spoke. "Get Omega and the boys to the ship. Be ready to leave. Call Echo and tell him we need help, immediately."

    In truth, Hunter knew why he chose Crosshair. With his hand, even if he hadn't told them yet, he knew that he'd be the one whose help they need the least. Now if he could still hit any mark, that could have been a different story.

    But there was more to that. Wrecker had a history with Pabu. He would protect it fiercely. The island was his home, the people were his family.

    As Deke rode a wave in, Hunter stood. The father ran out to two of his youngest that were in the water. "Go over to Crosshair" he told them. They nodded before Hunter went to Mox and Stak and pulled them up from the sand.

    "What's going on?" Mox asked. Nervousness was written all over his face.

    "The empire-"

    "We could tell" Stak interrupted.

    "Go with your siblings." It was the first time he had outright called their siblings to their faces. If it had been any other time, Hunter would have said more. For now, it would have to wait."

    As Hunter walked the other two over with the rest of the group, Omega started to talk. "We can help!"

    "I know, but it's you they want and the boys haven't finished their training. It's safer this way."

    "And someone needs to watch Cross." Wrecker tried to add some humor to the situation.

    Phee joined them on the beach, knowing that it was Clone Force 99 who had unfortunately brought the Empire to Pabu. Hunter walked over to her before she met the rest of the group. "Make sure Omega gets out of here. They want her and we wouldn't let her get taken again."

    "Okay." She looked past the Sargent, "come on kids, let's get you to safety!"

    Sighing, Crosshair grabbed Omega and picked her up. "Come on."

    "Put me down!" Omega fought Crosshair all the way up the beach.

    "Now what?" Wrecker asked.

    "We fight."

    At the Mauradur, Crosshair was quick to make the decision to leave. Batcher awoke from her nap and laid with Omega to help keep her calm. The boys mostly sat with her or talked to Crosshair as they left the atmosphere and headed to Coruscant to meet with Echo.

    As the days passed, the battle of Pabu seemed to be more and more helpless. Civilians were dying, some who had fought and some who had not.    

    When the bad batch had settled on Pabu, they taught Shep how to shoot. The mayor had agreed to ease their minds, never thinking he would need to use this new skill. Unfortunately it was only a matter of time. Lyana stayed near her father when she could. Mostly she was hidden with other children.

    When the invasion began, Hunter had suddenly become a Sargent again. It had been a long time since he played that role. Civilians who had fought in wars, civil or intergalactical, had taken up their old military rank. It was strange.

    The invasion had lasted days. Hemlock wouldn't give up until he found Omega, unaware she had been taken off world. Pabu was being torn apart, lives crumbled to the ground and while some knew why the empire had attacked, most didn't. For the people who did, they couldn't and wouldn't be mad at Clone Force 99 for trying to live peaceful lives and for trying to protect their daughter and little girl.

    It had been four days into the fighting when Hemlock showed his face. When Hunter met Hemlock for the second time, injured and tired, he knew meeting the scientist twice was three times too many.

    "Hello CT-9901, or should I say Hunter?" Hemlock spoke.

    Startled and out of breath, Hunter didn't answer. It had been so long since he heard his CT number, he had almost forgotten it. Still, he knew the malice behind it.

"This can all end, just give me the girl."

"Never." Hunter moved behind a counter. He sank to the floor for a moment.

"I figured as much. I truly am impressed that you are capable of forming such a bond with her. A parental role appears to come so easily to you."

The words made Hunter's skin crawl. Why would he be unable to form a bond with her? Omega was his daughter, nothing could change that. Was it because he was a clone? Was that why he was deemed unable to love a child, to have children he felt were his own?

"The safest option for your men and the civilians of this island, is to stop the fighting. You cannot win this battle, Sargent."

"I will not lose because you can not win."

Silents filled the room. They stood in a ruined kitchen. The checkered floors were stained with blood and glass. The cabinets had been torn open by both the empire and the citizens of Pabu. They needed food and they needed wood. The empire hadn't taken their time to bring out flame throwers to scorch the island and its people.

"You, won't win this." Hunter reinforced the idea. "You can't. I won't let you. " Pulling his knife from its sheath, he tried to find a clear shot at Hemlock.

The scientist couldn't win. In the end, he would round up every single citizen and kill them off. With Wrecker taking part in the fight, he needed his to be okay. With everything Tech had sacrificed to save them, they couldn't die here. Crosshair and his kids would be alone. It hurt knowing that Omega would blame herself for the slaughter of the people of Pabu. Echo would wish he arrived earlier and would blame himself for not being there to save them.

They needed saving. They couldn't do it alone. The Sargent only had one shot at killing Hemlock. Blood pooled under Hunter from his injuries. With broken ribs, multiple deep lacerations on his legs as well as his arms and one close to his neck, a few broken toes, and a large amount of bruising, the man was unsure how he had stayed alive this long. He could feel blood on the side of his face but he wasn't sure if it came from his left ear (since he couldn't hear from it) or from his head.

The vibro-knife shook in his hand. It almost felt foreign. Standing slowly, yet staying out of view, Hunter grabbed a piece of glass from behind the mahogany counter. Looking at it for a moment, he sighed. They couldn't afford to lose. Not anymore. Losing meant dying and for the first time in so long, Hunter had something to live for. His brothers and children and family he had made on Padu and his pets (Gonky included) all meant the world to him. No one else needed to die.

However, If he had to give all of that up to save them, to win the battle of Pabu, the battle for his family, he would.

Throwing the glass, Hunter hoped that it would distract Hemlock and his guards. When it did, the man stood fully and threw his knife. As soon as he saw it plunge deep into his skull, he felt a weight be lifted off of his chest. The weight was replaced with a bullet.

The tile cracked when he fell. There wasn't much Hunter could think about. The sound of ships overhead relieved Hunter. It had to be Echo. If not, the empire would take the island in a matter of hours.

Hunter's entire body hurt. The warm feeling of blood tangled with his hair. The glass had cut any exposed skin. The guards grabbed Hemlock's body and went to leave. Hunter listened to the footsteps as they faded. His mind was so foggy that evening and nothing made his sense. But Hemlock was dead. If that was Echo, which it had to be, Pabu would rebuild. The coppery smell of blood filled Hunter's nose.

Dying, Hunter tried to reach for his comm. Hitting it, the world started to fade. His hand rested on the communication device long enough for Echo to notice the soft noise of fire and gunshots that played over his headset. Then his hand slipped off the button and the comm channel went silent.

The man had never expected to wake up again. But when he saw a white roof, he knew something was different. Everything hurt too damn much for him to be dead. There was a steady, high pitched beeping that hurt his ears; or at least the one he could still hear out of.

Had they won? Was everyone safe? Where was his family, his kids?

"Hunter!" Omega yelled, answering one of his questions. "He's awake" she shook Echo awake.

"Hunter?" Echo grounded as he sat up. Then he pinched himself.

"You actually woke up." Crosshair stood up. "It's been a week."

"Leave him alone. He needed his beauty rest" Wrecker joked. The boys and Batcher sat in the corner of the room, still half asleep.

"Is everyone, okay?" Hunter finally said, struggling to speak.

"We're okay."

"Pa-Pabu."

"In shambles. We were about to leave to help with the rebuilding and attend a few funerals. We'll send you regards. They people were rooting for you." Echo told him.

"We're lucky you came in when you did. You saved us." Nudging Echo, Wrecker walked over to wake up the boys.

"Where-"

"Alderaan. Rex has some allies here. We couldn't help you on our own, the damage done to you, it was too extensive." Walking beside Hunter, Echo stood next to him.

"Dad!" Deke yelled, excited. He ran over to him and just about toppled Echo.

"You're actually alive" Stak added.

"Hey." Mox was the last to stand as he was trying to not disturb Batcher.

Hemlock's words about his parental instincts ran through Hunter's head. However, that didn't matter. He was their father. Just because he was a clone didn't mean he didn't form bonds with people he cared dearly for.

"We can stay for a little but Hunter needs to rest, we need to get back to Pabu." Walking to the door, Echo went to tell the nurses that Hunter had woken up.

Omega clung to Hunter's arm, determined to never let go. Crosshair and Wrecker sat at the end of the bed. Wrecker looked rough but that was to be expected.

"Tell me everything later" the Sargent whispered.

"We will." After a few hours, Echo decided it was time to go. Omega and Batcher stayed with Hunter while the rest left for Pabu. Knowing that Hemlock couldn't hurt her, made breathing just a little bit easier. So did knowing that most everyone he cared about was safe; though by now someone would have told him if Phee, Shep, or Lyana had died.

Everything would be okay. It had to be. Now that Hemlock was out of the way, maybe the batch could live a peaceful life. Even if Hunter knew they would end up in the fight, it was a nice thought. But the clone knew his place was fighting for peace. After all, if he wanted Omega and his boys to be safe, he needed to make a safer galaxy. And that was okay with him. If he needed to fight he would. For his children.

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Whump: The Musical Day 9: Sweeney Todd (Razors)

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Warning: Self harm and mentioned death

Summary: Hunter was just trying to take a shower. But the quietness of the room allows his mind to wander to memories of the war.

  Turning in the shower, Hunter started to undress. It was been a long time since he had showered. When he removed his clothing, he looked down at his body for a moment. Gently he touched a smaller scar from his time as a cadet. He smiled softly at the thought

    As the water started to heat up, the man started to think. They were two years into the Clone War now. Trying to shake any negative feelings, he stepped into the shower. The water was warm and inviting. It ran over him and he watched dirt from the last mission run off of him and into the drain.

    There was nothing to focus on. The sound of the water hitting the shower floor was the only noise in the room. Hunter looked at his soap in the corner. Most clones didn't have sented soap but he did. When the batch had gone on one of their first missions, they found a few credits and he decided he wanted to take better care of his hair.

    That was the same mission that Hunter had watched a reg get bitten in half. Still alive, the man had screamed for him. The worm like creater, didn't finish off the reg so the Sargent did. Nothing could be done, so, when the reg told him to kill him, he did.

    Shaking his head, Hunter tried to find something else to think about. Looking at the faucet, he turned up the temperature of the water. It almost hurt but not enough for him to change it. Grabbing his shampoo, he out the gel in his hand. The forest and whiskey sent spread across the bathroom. Anything that was sented that Hunter owned all smelled the same.

    Running his hands though his hair, he thought about the last mission. A reg he had met, he had longer hair, about the length of Hunter's, had asked to braid his hair. So he let him. There was no harm that could come from it.

   The feeling of running his fingers though his hair reminded him of it. Despite the hot water, Hunter shook. The reg had shortly after died. The worst part had been that it wasn't a easy death. It was gruesome and bloodly and painful. The man hadn't deserved that and Hunter could have saved him. All he had to do was grab him; get him out of the way of the droids who couldn't see him.

    Trying to get the shampoo out of his hair, Hunter realized he already had. Grabbing the conditioner, he tried to get the step out of the way quickly. Rubbing it into his scalp, he tried to ignore every memory that floated though his head.

    Rinsing the conditioner out, felt to long. Turning the water up seemed logical. The water was burning now. Hunter's skin started to have a red tint to it. After that he decided to shave. He didn't do it often, but sometimes it amdw him feel better. Talking care of his body felt nice and shaving could be helpful.

    Taking the shaving cream off the shelf, Hunter out some on his arm. It was an accident. The man had given himself a cut. It was small but watching the blood run down his arm and drip into the shower, made everything in his mind quiet.

    Then he got an idea.

    Burning water wasn't enough anymore. It couldn't quite stop his mind from hurting him. Taking the razor, he cut his upper arm again. The shaving cream slid down his arm and so did the blood.

    Then he dug the razor into his skin again and again. Hunter had given himself multiple lacerations on his arm. Some were deeper than others but now of them were straight lines. They tended to have smaller cuts around the deeper ones. Crimson blood rain over his arm and down the drain. Tears mixed with water and Hunter pulled the razor away from his skin.

    The memories of the war faded as he looked at the razor. He realized he didn't even grab his own. The handle was orange. So here Hunter was, cutting himself with Tech's razor.

    Something snapped. Going to cut again, Hunter threw the razor out of the shower. Pressing his back against the wall, he sighed. The thought of Tech seeing his razor with blood on it made him panic a little. The concern would kill him.

    The man's eyes locked in on his body wash as he remembered he hadn't used it yet. However, the only thing Hinter was really thinking about was how he managed to grab Tech's razor and not his own. Trying to find a towel, Hunter realized he wasn't alone.

    Wrecker stood in the bathroom, holding Tech's razor. "What happened?"

    "Nothing. Give me a towel."

    Inviting Hunter's privacy, Wrecker opened the shower curtain. In shock, he dropped the razor. "Hunter" he said. "I heard you crying. I didn't know you had, um."

    "Just hand he a towel." So Wrecker did.  After that he grabbed bandages from the cabinet and some hydrogen peroxide to clean it.

    While Wrecker did that, Hunter got dressed. He left his shirt off to the side so that his brother could have an easier time wrapping his upper arm.

    "What happened?" Wrecker copied his question from earlier.

    Hunter just shook his head. His brother took that answer and put some peroxide on a towel. Dabbing it on the cuts, he softly took his hand.

    "Has this happened before?" It was surprising how gently Wrecker could be. Even though Hunter had known with his whole life, it still took him off guard sometimes.

    "No."

    "Please don't make this a habit. Just come find me okay. Don't do this to yourself again. Promise me." Wrecker looked so concerned. Hunter felt bad for putting him through it.

    "Okay. I promise."

    "All done." Taking a fun bandage out of the med pack, Wrecker out one near the wrap. 

    Hunter smiled softly. "Thank you."

June of Doom Day 3: Ambushed

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: we're resting in a village before continuing with their mission, the batch faces an unforeseen event.

    "Thank you." Hunter told the Tagrutan lady as his squad entered her home. They had been in the woods near her village as night felt. While Tech tried to stabilize Crosshair's broken leg, the women and her wife had stumbled upon them. Then she invited them back to her home, offering to let them stay the night so that they could take care of Crosshair's injuries and rest.

    "Of course, anything to help out our troops."

    Walking into the living room, they found that one of their hosts had pulled out a pull out coach. There were light sheets on the mattress and a few small decorative pillows.

    "Stay still." Tech told Crosshair. "You have broken your Tibia, I need to stabilize it so you don't make it any worse."

    Crosshair just scowled. Tech instructed Wrecker to move their brother's leg into the mattress. The batches host brought them some water and bread. She handed them out to each clone before informing them that her and her wife would be heading to bed. "Wake us up if you need anything or before you leave."

    "We will." Hunter sat in one of the corners of the sofa bed and ate his bread. The soldiers talked about their next move and how to complete their mission.

    As Tech finished wrapping Crosshair's leg, Hunter spoke. "We have a long day ahead of us, get some rest."

    It was a few hours later when Hunter woke up. Tiredly, he went to find what was making the noise. Walking to the door of the house, he looked out the window. There seemed to be nothing there. However the rhythmic clanking of battle droids was the only thing Hunter could hear.

    It wouldn't be the first time that the man heard something that wasn't there.  Maybe he should wake up Tech to get his opinion. Walking back over to the living room, he gently shook Tech awake.

    "Do you hear that?"

    "What should I be hearing?"

    "Droids."

    "I do not hear any droids, however you hear better than in do. I think it best we check." Standing from the corner of the sofa be occupied, Tech grabbed his shoes and put them on. Falling his brother's lead, Hunter grabbed his shoes and put them on. Quickly, as he had done a million times before, he tried them.

    Standing back up, Hunter walked to the door. Tech stood beside it. They had never bothered taking off their armor, just in case they needed to leave quickly.

    The air outside was vastly different from the warth of the house. It was a chilly night, one where the cold air bit you. Tech made sure Hunter was okay with the quick temperature change. He was more sensitive to fast changes the environment. After his brother nodded, the two walked into the surrounding woods.

    The pine trees stood tall around them. The night sky was dark with stars littered across it. The clones walked towards the sound of the noise until they no longer heard the sound. It hadn't faded, just holited. Tech and Hunter looked at each other and they came to the same realization.

    They were surrounded.

    Hunter had been so sure that he was imagining things; so sure it was just his mind playing cruel jokes on him, that he hadn't thought to wake up Wrecker. Now they had to hold off an ambush on their own.

    Just as they thought, the droids revealed themselves as the two soldiers drew their blasters.  Ducking behind a tree, Hunter took out the droids that had landed on the clear side of the tree. The pleasant scent of the pine trees was taken over by the smell of oil and melted metal.

    Grabbing Tech, Hunter pulled him behind the tree. "Wrecker, come in."

    While waiting for a reply from their younger brother, they started to take out as many droids as they could. More droids just seemed to replace the others.

    As Tech leaned over the tree, he remembered the empty space from where the droids Hunter had taken out had stood. More than likely, others would take their place. Of course, he was correct. Shooting the one that was about to kill Hunter, he caught a bullet to his left shoulder blade. Hunter disposed of the droid before asking "are you okay?"

    "I was shot in the left scapula at an approximate distance of fifty feet" Tech hissed, "I am not okay."

    "Wrecker, now would be a good time!"

    Waking up, Wrecker looked down at his comm, then over to the empty corners of the sofa. Finally registering the panic in Hunter's voice, he answered.

    "What's going on?"

    "Droids. A lot of them. Tech's been shot but he's still conscious, just in pain."

    Already walking out the door, Wrecker asked "where are you?"

    "Just follow the sound of blaster fire." Hunter sighed. It shouldn't take long for Wrecker to find them. It had taken 20 minutes to get out as far as they had and they hadn't been running.

    "Okay. Be there soon." With that, Wrecker turned off his comm.

    With more droids coming from all sides, Tech tried to think of a plan. The pain in his shoulder seemed to be getting in the way of forming many coherent thoughts. They needed a plan, nothing would change that.

    Breathing began to be more complicated. Tech looked over at Hunter. "We need a plan."

    "You don't have one?" Hunter asked, shooting another few droids before turning to face him. Most of the time, it was almost impossible to tell what Tech was thinking based on his facial expression; however, currently all that Hunter could see was pain and fear.

    "No. It is getting very difficult to form cogent thoughts." His voice was shaking as tears had started to form in his eyes from the pain.

    "Okay." Shooting some more droids down, Hunter tried to put together a plan. While the batch came up with strategies together and Hunter worked on them often, it was sort of like a hobby for Tech. "We wait." Wrecker would be there soon.

    "Okay."

    Wrecker ran through the forest. Briers caught on his ankles and rocks stabbed into the bottom of his feet. The sound of blaster fire was getting closer and closer.

    As the droids closed in, Hunter looked over at Tech. "How much longer do you think we have?"

    Tech shot a droid on their side of the tree, "maybe five minutes. There is only so much we can do. I would" he hissed as he rose his left arm to shoot another  droid. "I would comm Wrecker."

    "Okay."

    The droids cornered them, forcing their backs as far into the tree as they could. The two brothers looked at each other. They had an understanding that they had done all they could. "I'm sorry." Hunter said.

    "It is not your fault."

    As they prepared for death, they heard a large amount of rustling in the bushes. Hunter sighed as he realized Wrecker had made it in time.

    "Raaahhhhhh!" Wrecker burst through the bushes he was around. Plowing through the droids, Wrecker grabbed his gun and started shooting them down. Hunter pulled Tech up and the two helped Wrecker dispose of the rest of the droids.

    "I wish you had arrived a moment earlier." Tech sighed, "however I am aware you likely did your best and I am solely talking out of pain."

    Gently, Wrecker picked up Tech and the brothers made their way back to the house. When they arrived, Tech informed Hunter of what to do for his shoulder.

Wrecker sat on the couch, pulling his feet onto the bed. "Wrecker" Hunter started, "where are your shoes?"

"I didn't put them on."

"Are you okay?"

Pulling a thorn out of the bottom of his foot, Wrecker said, "yep. I'm good."

"Okay." After finishing taking care of Tech's shoulder, Hunter walked over to Wrecker and bandaged his feet.

The sun would rise soon and the batch would have to continue on with their mission. It would be a success, even with the injuries that had proven to be a challenge for the batch.

Whumptober Day 1: Race Against the Clock

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: Wrecker is tasked with disarming a bomb. The problem is that it's strapped to a soldier.

  "Are you sure you can do this?" Hunter looked at Wrecker. Then he looked at the situation in front of them. The separatist had gotten ahold of a reg and strapped a bomb to him. Unless the Jedi general gave himself over, the reg would die and likely kill anyone around him.

    "Relax, defusing bombs is what I'm good at!' Wrecker smiled as he looked at the separatist bomb. In truth, he was nervous. However, he was trained to disarm bombs; he had to give it a try.

    Walking to the man, Wrecker tried to comfort him. The faint beeping of a timer sent small amount of fear into the clone. "Do ya know how much time you have?"

    The clone looked nervous. "Is that going to change if you help me or not?"

    Looking back the others, Hunter nodded slightly. Then Wrecker looked at the man in front of him. He had to try no matter what, right? "No."

    Hunter wasn't sure if he was surprised or not. Out of all of them, Wrecker was the most sympathetic to the regs.

    "Four minutes." The man's voice shook as he spoke.

    "Okay. I'm gonna get you out of this." Wrecked did his best to sound confident. There were only two ways this could end; two dead men or none.

    "Wrecker, be careful." Hunter cautioned.

    "Yeah yeah. I've got this!" Approaching the clone, Wrecker started to take a look at the bomb. It was a simple Separatist bomb, nothing he couldn't disarm. However most of the time he didn't have three and a half minutes or a trembling man to deal with.

    There was a small timer. It haunted Wrecker. Looking at the wires, he grabbed the wire cutters. It was only then he realized his hands were shaking.

    Three minutes and fifteen seconds. There were a few different colored wires. A red and blue one stuck out the most. There were yellow and green ones as well; two of each color. Scanning the bomb, Wrecker looked to find where each wire led to.

    Three minutes flat. The yellow and green wires seemed to lead to the timer and part of the explosive mechanisms. The demolitionist couldn't cut them yet. The green one that led to the timer never needed to be cut.

    Two minutes and thirty seconds left before the two men and some others were taken out. "Wrecker, how's it going?" Wrecker didn't answer. Instead he focused on the bomb. Hunter listened to the sound of the timer. It seemed like the only thing he could hear. "Tech, evacuate the area." His brother nodded before started too e people back.

    The red wire was the most clechy of the wires to be the one to cut. Then again blue was pretty cleachay to. That didn't matter. The two wires were hidden deeper in the bomb. They were more likely to bee what he needed. Still Wrecker had figure out which one to cut first. Red or blue?

    Two minutes and two seconds. Two minutes and one second be fore the bomb went off.

    "Are you sure you can do this?" The man's voice shook.

    "Yep." Wrecker lied. He hated that damn clock. Everytime he looked at it, it made him feel worse. His stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. Still, he knew that he was smart. Bombs were his thing so there was no way he could mess this up. Even if he had one minute and forty six seconds left.

    Looking past the wires, Wrecker studied the rest of the bomb. Finding the exploding mechanism should make firming the right wire easier. It took a moment to find; a moment Wrecker was t sure he had.

    Thirty seconds. Red or blue? Unsure, Wrecker staried a little harder. Red or blue?

    Fifteen seconds. Finding the answer he had been looking for, Wrecker gently grabbed the blue wire. He raised his other hand to the wire and placed the wire cutters close around the wire. With seven seconds left, Wrecker cut the blue wire. Then the red. The timer continued but the bomb had been dealt with.

    There was one second on the clock now. Making eye contact with the clone, they waited for it to hit zero. Part of Wrecker feared he would have been wrong and one of the green or yellow wires had to go. To his relief, the two were fine when the clock hit zero.

    Sighing, Wrecker laughed a little. "See? I told you!" He looked back at Hunter and smiled. "I told you."

    "Great. Can we get this thing off me?" The reg held back tears as he spoke.

    "Yep! I'll do that." Slowly, Wrecker released the clone from his no longer explosive prison. "There you go."

    "Thank you. Really, thank you."

    "Eh, it's part of what I'm good for! Say, you want something to eat, reg?"

    "Comet, and sure, that sounds nice."

    "Sweet!"

Hunter, why?!😭 Well, at least Crosshair can give some burns as well as he takes them yeah I'll see myself out.

Someone stop me-

Please someone stop me-

:)

Ahhh I love it!!!

Wrecker is an absolute sweet heart.

Heyo if your still doing the bad batch match ups can I please get one. I understand if they are closed.

I'm a guy hahah bisexual and transgender.

My height is 180cm 5'11. My hair change colour alot but at the moment is is blonde dyed roots with green and black. My eyes are green. I'm very thin but also have quite a bit of strenght becuase of motobike riding. My bones are very hard to break and I an kinda a mutant becuase of my heart got Wolf Parkinson's white syndrome. Natural resting heart rate of 110 beats a minute.

I'm the genetic mess up of my family XD so I relate to the bad batch alot and they are all kinda a comfort zone for me.

I'm kinda anti-social but happen to enjoy being around kids, I'm the eldest of 7 and raised two of my siblings. I may be a little shy but I hwv3 been in way to many fights with people to protect my family.

I'm a free runner, parkour and urban adventurer. Love doing those things they make me feel more alive then I normally do.

Other things I love doing is art, drawing mainly, I love sketching people in what I see as 'their natural environment'.

(Don't know if I put enough in this but hey, it's my first time ever asking for a match up so who knows)

A/N - Thank you so much for requesting a match up, @morri-gans-teapot ! I hope that you like your match! 💛

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

I match you up with...

Wrecker!

- Wrecker loves that you can run around and not break bones ever!

- It reminds him of his strength and how it takes allot to knock him down too!

- Wrecker loves listening to your erratic heartbeat when you cuddle. Oddly enough it comforts him in a strange way.

- It's just very soothing to him and it calms him down just listening to your heartbeat.

- Wrecker loves that you're good with kids because he's a gentle giant who is excellent with kids.

- He loves watching you practice for free running and parkour.

- Your parkour skills are a huge advantage on missions!

- Wrecker just kind of chucks you at a target, and you soar through the air, or around various obstacles.

- You can weave through corridors and Wrecker is always close behind you.

- One of your favorite things to do during your down time is sketch Wrecker.

- He has so many moods and facial expressions! Each drawing comes out so vivid and true to Wrecker that he fawns over how great they are.

- "This is amazing, y/n! It's like a picture!" Wrecker exclaims, his eyes lighting up in childlike excitement.

Well while I work on fanfic and match ups opening a small.

Kiss, marry kill for characters.

Mortal kombat

Bad batch/ clone wars

Cyberpunk. Have at send me three charcaters and make me suffer.

This one here won't be closing becuase it's just for shits and giggles.

Hi! I saw that you were doing Bad Batch matchups and it’s been my Hyperfixation for a long while jdbchbshzbs

Im female, 19, 5’8, curly shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, and medium skin. I wear cat eye glasses since I love the look of them and just over all think glasses look best on me and I love the retro look. I’m a little bit chubby but also curvy with a large bust im embarrassed by sometimes along with being chubby. I absolutely love art and baking and try to do both whenever I can since I relax from them and learning more and more about how I can improve my skills even more as well. I also tend to let my friends see my new art or bake them treats to see what they think about them over all! I have a really feminine style, mostly florals, pinks, and sweaters, but I always keep it comfortable.

Personality wise I’m admittedly very reserved and quiet, but nice when I meet people, mostly because I like listening to them first to get a feel for what they’re like to see if I can be myself around them. It takes me a little bit to open up about myself but it’s definitely not impossible. But if someone mentions something I’m interested in I instantly open up and start gushing about it and wanting to know what they like about it and info dumping a lot and getting into things I made related to them or explaining why it’s special for me. But I’m the other hand I do get embarrassed/sad when I can tell they’re not interested in what I’m saying or if i think Im being annoying for talking about things that comforting to me. My friends mostly say I have a comforting aura (They call it mom energy lmao) about me since I’m constantly checking up on them and making sure that they’re taking care of themselves and supporting them however I can. Another thing that adds on to that is that I like giving hugs (with permission) just because sometimes.

One thing I’m definitely guilty of is taking care of others before myself. I get so caught up in supporting my friends, helping them out however I can, and just over all comforting them that sometimes I can forget about my own needs sometimes leading to burn out, leaving me just extremely tired. Another thing that leads to burn out very easily is when I’m hyper fixated on something, like a new game or comic im really into so I surround my hobbies around them and activity make content for myself with them for weeks on end until I finally burn out from it and the cycle starts again with something else. While I like being productive with something, especially my hobbies, sometimes I just like laying down or relaxing with the presence of someone in the room or even on the phone with me. Just being in each other’s company is definitely enough for me but having a conversation or two definitely doesn’t hurt at all ^-^

But yeah that’s about everything!

Hahah yea I'm having fun doing match ups along with the 50 to 1 lines for mini fanfics. So on we go!.

I match you with.... Wrecker!

Wrecker absolutely loves your body!, he loves wrapping his large hands around your hips and pulling you close. He will do it when he comes back from missions or if he sees you in the kitchen cooking/baking. It's one of his favourite things to do.

Man can lift you with one arm, will sweep you off your feet spin you around before he kisses you. Wrecker just likes holding you close it makes him feel complete.

Will throw you on the bed before flipping down on it, also sorry but Wrecker has broken so many of your beds by just flopping down on them.

He will tell you all about the missions he went on, about what they did, where they went. He just loves talking about it. The both of you will talk thought the night until one of you falls asleep first.

You sleep on wreckers chest. I don't make the rules. Your bed just isn't made to fit you both beside each other. So he pulls you on top of him and uses his chest as a makeshift bed for you.

Will draw and trace patterns all over your back or stomach. It's one of the times he isn't loud over everything becuase he's at peace and has you in his arms.

He loves that you check on him when ever you can while he is away, every time you Comm in her got a smile on his face and the other boys will tease him but he will all let them know that he's the one who has a Cyar'ika.

Play fights are inevitable he is very gentle but maker does he love picking you up and rolling aroudn with you agaisnt his chest as you struggle to get out of his hold.

___________

It's a peaceful night tonight, Wrecker and the rest of the bad batch had made it back home safely. And that's how you had ended up in this position. Head rested against Wreckers chest as he runs his fingers thought your hair.

"And they I got to blow up the nest and it's queen" wrecker continued his story, the smile never leaving either of your lips.

"I'm glad you had a fun mission Wrec, but I'm also glad to finally have you home" you whisper pushing your face further into his chest.

Wreckers laugh vibrates thought his chest, his arms slowly wrapping around your waist as he rolls you both over.

You shout his name and laugh as he begins to press kisses all over your face. You try to swat him away but it just results in him doing it more.

You finally get a gap and take you chances slipping from his grasp and bolting to the other side of the room. " no fair! Come back here Cyar'ika" he says moving front he bed to try and Corner you.

It's not a hard task with his size and he grabs you lifting you up and spinning you around. You laugh again as he flops onto he bed making it almost collapse. "Wrecker! Gentle baby!" You say looking up to him.

The goofy smile on his lips and his eyes never leaving you. " How did I get so lucky to have you Cyar'ika" he ask pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

I'm adding onto this with some more charcaters.

Star wars

- darth maul

- savage opress

- Din Djarin

- Arcann Tirall

- Darth Marr

- Darth Revan

- torian Cadera

- Jango Fett

-boba Fett

And the extra 20 lines.

51- "fuck!, sweetheart I'm so sorry. You scared the shit out of me, are you alright"

52- "Don't you ever talk about my commander like that every again"

53- "I missed you Cyar'ika" "I missed you too handsome"

54- "You know that the boys and I have a bet running over when you are going to ask them out"

55- "Can I have a word in private with you?"

56- "Don't stop on my account Beloved"

57- "In a little sweetheart,  let me finish this then I'm all yours"

58- "We have much to discuss, pet" "As you wish My Lord"

59- "This is really good!"  "Don't talk with your mouth full"

60- "This is amazing, y/n! It's like a picture! I didn't know you could draw!"

61- "can you climb up there?" "Sure that easy"

62- "baby it's midnight, please come to bed, it's cold without you"

63- "fuck sweetheart!, well if that isn't a sight I don't know what is"

64- " can you teach me how to fly?" "The last time I did we nearly crashed into a moon"

65- " gods I wish that were me" "getting beat to shit by a ____?!"

66- "dinner will be done on a little" "i've found something different I want eat"

67- " no!! Please put me down!" "But you looks so good up here"

68- "your playing with fire now sweetheart!" "Well I am a Pyromaniac what do you expect,"

69- " give me a fucking break!" "How about I break that pretty little neck of yours"

70- " You'd look nice with a child" "you just have baby fever"

So while I'm working on Match ups and the last request I have here are some things you can ask for. For Mortal kombat and the bad batch/Clone wars. You can ask for up to 4 numbers and I'll make a mini fanfic for it. I won't be doign these until after I've finished the match ups.

So enjoy some more content. P.s all of these are lines from fanfics I've written over the years.

"I'm the leader here!"

"What did you do this time?"

"Can you repeat that, I was to busy staring into your eyes"

"I got spiked by something"

"Look I'm not the brightest tool in the tool box"

"Please don't shoot me for being an inconclusive"

"Statistically we have a 20% chance of dying"

You think I act bad you should see yourself, blushing little virgin"

"Fuck I hate people "

"Please stop nearly getting yourself killed!"

"Maybe I don't want to behave"

"You would like that wouldn't you"

"You're the reason we are in this situation"

"You better Fuck as good as you fight"

"Are you jealous?"

"You look good as a dad"

"I'm gonna lose my shit" "At the old people?!"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Dear Lord, your a father now."

"Get back here, Vermin!"

"You're starting to make a nasty habit of being in trouble"

"Why the fuck would you buy that?"

"At least I have a nice ass"

"I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know what to do"

"Is this what it takes to make you quiet"

"But I wasn't smart enough for that"

"Drinking drink?"

"Then bend me over and fuck me, hard and fast"

NO! don't move your comfy"

"Oh god, that's your ' I did something I shouldn't have' "

"Are you drunk?"

"Welp it's times like this I wish _____ was here with us"

"Murders on my mind"

"How much do I look like a fuck boy? " *Points gun* "Enough"

"You will not make progress if you do not practice"

"I know you are in here, we must talk. Now"

"You act like a Bitch in heat, it's shameful"

"Behave"

"Just kiss me!"

"Keep that foul mouth shut"

"are you alright?"

"you an I will be having words on our way back"

"Lets do this again some time"

"I will meet you in five minutes"

"Oh, Hey ____, good morning ain't it?"

"Doesn't matter your not leaving here by yourself anyway."

"Lot worse ways to go out, being Slammed into a wall by a handsome man"

"He's an asshole. But he's all handsome, socially out of tune"

I don't want to lose you"

"Stop messing with things you don't know about!"

Welp since I've done a Tech Piece planning to do one based off the scene with the wall becuase that man makes me feel shit.

But hey any other Bad batch/clone wars fic ideas you wanna see send them to my ask or reblog with it so I can see it. And I'll go from there.

But yea I wanna write some more fics when I get the time. Plus I'm a simp so...

But now for me to work on some more Mortal kombat stuff becuase I've kinda neglected it for

Tech

Well since I found out it's Americans fathers day. Send me some Bad batch father's day ideas and I'll make some cute dad content. Which means toy guys get the double fathers day becuase I'll do it again when It's my country's father day. That will be in September

So I'm reopening the Bad batch, Clone wars and Grim Squad match ups now becuase I'm doign more stuff for my clone boys and having a break from Mortal kombat. Yes I will be going back to it in a bit and still working on fanfics. The same for the Clones. Match ups, fanfics and one shots are now open for the boys.

Please go look at the pin post for more information and rules for the request.

Hi could I get a match up if you're still doing them for the bad batch? I'm 19, and mixed race (Greek and Mexican) so I've got short choppy black hair and brown eyes. I'm almost never seen without heavy liner and my combat boots with rainbow laces and my bracelets or necklaces. I'm nonbinary and bisexual as well. I've got a small scar on my upper lip and a small spot of vitiligo on my left eye lid. I'm about 5'6 so average ish height and a plus sized monarch. I've got two guinea pigs named Emperor Kuzco and Tasha as well as three cats named Briggs, Bear, and Bobbers. I love animals and have gotten all of my pets due to an inability to leave animals without a home. I'm incredibly extroverted and love to go out and party with friends. I'm not the mom friend of the group, more the supportive and rebellious vodka aunt. I've always got snacks on me in case someone forgets to eat as well as anything you could possibly need in my bag. I'm down to drink and dance till the sun comes up but can 100% stay in and vibe with movies and snacks. I enjoy doing body paint on myself and friends. I love learning about history and other cultures and I'm very passionate about film and story telling.

I match you with.... Wrecker

Wrecker loves your hair he loves running his fingers thought it or just being near you. He is a true Teddy bear.

He sees your scars and Vitiligo as a pretty thing. Scars have stories behind them the same as his and he loves hearing about them.

Your eyes they are like melted chocolate to him, the colour of the earth something which holds so much power over him when you just look to him a smile. His heart will melt.

He loves your style it's something he doesn't really know much about due to being a clone solider.

Please get him a necklace or bracelet not something chunky but just something small that he can keep as his own little thing other the Lula

Drinking competitions. He loves drinking with you at 79's has drawn a crowd while competing with you.

When he says something about being hungry you just happen to have food on you. Smiling as you had him the small snack peice. And that's how you and Wrecker become close due to sharing snacks.

Please show him how to body paint. He wishes to have all these cool things on his skin. Like how mandolorians tattoo different things on their skin.

"Hunter!, when's our next supply run?, I'm starved" Wrecker calls out to his brother. Hunter shoots him a look over his shoulder. "After this mission we will do a supply run." He calls out doign back to scouting.

Wrecker groans in annoyance but other then that doesn't say anything else. You are quick to move next to him from your spot in the clearing. "Hey big guys, you can have this" you say handing him the small energy bar you had stored away.

A large smile works it's way onto his face as you hold the bar our for him. He takes it with a quick thank you before unwrapping it and downing the bar before yo uy could even blink. You laugh lightly craving out two more.

"Here, if your really hungry have these. They quite nice" you say handing him the two bars. "Y/n, you are a true savour to us!" He says as he begins to eat the next bar alot slower then before.

"I just keep snacks on hand that's all Wrec, I'll try and get some more stored in case you need them" you say lightly beginning to head back towards the ship.

"Wrecker has a little bit of a crush does he" Crosshair sarcastically states as he watches from above. Wrecker frowns crossing his arms as he look up to his brother. " Go to hell Cross" which causes the sniper and the rest of his brothers to laugh lightly.

Hi! I saw you were doing match ups and I wanted to try a Bad Batch one. It’s my first time doing this so I hope I didn’t do bad. I am a Demiboy(I go by he/they pronouns), I’m 5’7,I have bright blue eyes, and loads of freckles. I have a giant tattoo of wings on my back and a small thistle on my ankle. I am a very quiet person but if you get to know me I can ramble on for hours. I love hugs but only if I know you really well. Thanks! I hope this wasn’t too bad and enough! :)

I match you with... Wrecker

Next to everyone is smaller then Wrecker the man is build like a bolder. Yes Tech is taller but Wrecker man's big.

He's going to pick you up. Use you as a weight even thought you weigh nothing to him. Lots of surprise hugs and him picking you up out of nowhere.

He loves tracing the tattoo on your back it's amazing that you have something like that and he loves catching all the little details.

You are the polar opposite of each other. Wrecker to loud very out going man who will quite literally bomb a city becuase he wants to blow something up.

You are alot more quite and timid but put you both together and you will both talk for hours on end about anything. From his favorite scar to how you got your tattoo.

He will fall asleep with you spiralled out across his chest becuase he doesn't want to squish you.

Please kiss his scars he loves affection but doesn't always know how to ask for it.

He loves your eyes and Freckles. He calls them the two sea and the stars of skin.

"Wrecker I you drop me I'm gonna-" you call out from on his shoulders as he cuts you off. "relax your not gonna fall, just reach up and grab the box" he says moving closer to the wall where you can see the box he is after.

You reach your arms out grabbing the side of it with A cheer. "I got it!'now please put me down" you say and he quite literal picks you up off his shoulders and places you down so your feel are on the ground.

"You got it?, good let's go!" He cheers moving down the hall of the ship towards omega's room. You are both quick at getting there. "Omega! Come here" he calls out in a whisper shout.

The young girl pokes her head out and smiles as both you and Wrecker wave lightly. She ushers you both up into her bed room.

You place the box down and slide it towards her as Wrecekr takes his seat beside her. She opens the box and eyes go wide as her smile gets bigger seeing the Mantell mix. She grabs a small handful.

Wrecker is next and then you Grab some and begin eating it and laughing lightly with the two.

"Wrecker, Omega and Y/n If you three are into more Mantell mix I swear to the maker" they hear hunter call out from the hall. All three freeze before quickly shoving what they have left in their hands in their mouth.

Wrecker is quick to try and hide the box behind his back as hunter looks at them from on the ladder. The three of you try to look as innocent as possible only for hunter to look right at Wrecker.

"You do remember I can smell it, hand it over"

"Oh come on Hunter!"

HELLO I just found your account and read some stuff and I love it omg 😱 I was wondering if you could do a ship with me and a member of the Bad Batch.

I’m a girl, 5’7, shoulder length red hair, blue eyes, with long legs, and wide hips. I’m an introvert and I love cooking and baking. I also love reading and watching movies. My favorite season is autumn and I love the ocean. I’d like to think that I’m funny, kind, reserved, emotional, and a good listener.

Thank you so much if you end up doing this! ❤️

I match you with..... Wrecker

Please, please sit on Wreckers lap and read to him. Yes he says he doesn't like books, but that doesn't matter when you are the one reading to him.

HHe loves Your hair will run His fingers thought it While you read to him. His other arm warped aroudn your waist so he can hold you close.

He loves your hips. It's something for him to grip and hold you by, he can pick you up that way and will hold you up on his biceps. (I swoon for beefy men)

Listen to him talk about what he blew up!, he will teach you how to arm a bomb and did arm it.

You will have his fucking heart if you dress up as a bomber girl pinup. Two of his most favourite things in the galaxy. Bombs and you. Yea he's very happy.

He loves your humor and will joke with you heaps becuase If this man isn't the deferation of giving Valadation I don't know what.

If someone start making you feel uncomftable he will step in straight away. No hesitation. Even if it's his brothers. He will tell them to back off and leave you alone.

He will eat everything you make for him without hesitation. He doesn't care if this so the first time your trying this recipe. He loves it.

As much as you would think war holos would be his favourite, they bring to much of what is happening in the here and now for him.

Man loves found family holos or children's holo flix. They just make him feel happy watching them.

"Hey Wreck.... can you come in here please" you call out down the hall of the ship. Wrecker is quick to get up and move towards the door to the shower room.

"Cyar'ika? Are you alright" he ask slowly opening the door to see you. You turn to look at him giving a tiny wave as the blush start to cheap over your face and shoulders.

Wreckers eyes got a little wide as a smile crosses his lips. "Do... do you like it?" You ask lightly doing a small spin for him as he moves closer to you. He arms wrap around you and Wrecker picks you up.

"You look gorgeous sweet one, where did you get this?" He ask pulling you up so that your rested agaisnt his chest with his arms under you so that your sitting agaisnt them.

"It took me a little to find and buy things but I thought. You love bombs and like me so might as well... You know?" You say waving your hands yo he outfit.

"It suits you well. My little bomber lady" he says with wide smile across his face. You smile back at him, both of your hands rested against his chest.

"How badly I want to show you off right now." He replys moving to head out the door. You freeze up a little. "Ah Wrecker, I don't want everybody to see me. This is just for you" you says lightly rubbing your arm lightly as Wrecker listens.

"Alright then we are going back to my corner" he says wisking you away.

Hey, could I request a bad batch match-up? I've read your other fics and they are incredible! Keep up the good work :)

So, I'm English, 5'3 tall with a pale complexion, brown hair, and brown eyes. I have ADHD and anxiety, I use She/her pronouns, and I'm an INFJ. I am also asexual biromantic if that helps at all. I have basically no friends, but I try to be kind to everyone even so. I guess there's nothing wrong with that, because it makes others feel good and therefore, makes me feel the same. In class, I kind of takes the mantle of the 'therapist'. I read a lot, a bit of everything really. But it has to be up to me because I can't focus when someone else tells me to read something. Speaking of focus, I fidget all the time (thanks to the ADHD) and tend to pace when I'm nervous. Which, lucky me, happens a lot. In public, I hold the appearance of a 'goody-two shoes' and I'm pretty quiet (which is for the best. I am painfully awkward at times), but around those, I'm close with, I'm anything but that, im louder, more chaotic and shockingly clumsy. My sense of humor is dry and sarcastic, but I always love a pun. I also love learning things, like anything at all, as long as it's not related to maths, which I suck at. I also have a pretty impressive music taste, ranging from film scores to rick Astley to Taylor swift to queen, basically anything. I’m also a theatre kid, I love performing, singing and acting (and dancing too, but I’m terrible at it. Though I can do ra-ra rasputin pretty well).I also love to write and draw, so I think you get the picture that im pretty creative. One other thing is that I love birds, owls especially, and know loads about them (like did you know that pygmy owls actually skewer their prey to hold it in place?) But yeah, I’m pretty enthusiastic about ornithology, but no one really cares.

Ok, Im so sorry, this was longer than I anticipated. If you do get the time to write something that would be great, but if not I completely understand, and I wish you all the best.

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I match you with.... Wrecker

You like many others are shorter then Wrecker. This man is tall but more so just meaty.

You are at quite to his noise, he lives just talking with you. You sitting up on his shoudlers as he explains how to set explosives up on the wall.

He loves holding your hand in public it's his way of showing you that he's dedicated to you. He also loves that he can just lift you up into his arms by pulling you up by your arm.

Read him books about how to set a thermals and he will just smile as he listens to you read. Like hell read anything you would like he just loves hearing you talk.

He also tends to pace when he's nervous or he rambles it's something he doesn't even realize to begin with.

God's when you two become really close your both unstoppable. You and wrecker will trip over each other it's inevitable on the Havoc Marauder. You have landed on him multiple times and he always seems to catch himself on time so he doesn't squish you.

He loves your jokes!, he wants to hear all of them so that at some point he can use it on some unsuspecting person.

Both you and Wrecker can talk about how much you hate math. Tech has tried teaching you both the basics for the things he needs help with but in the end it just leaves him frustrated with thw both of you.

Wrecker is really good at dancing but doesn't do it often. He learn back as a Cadet from holos before he picked up his love for explosives. Please, please just dance slowly with him!!

He knows how to do alot of slow dances but is also used to the fast beat music at 79's.

Tech happens to be your best friend loves listening about birds while Wrecker now has a slight fear on them from what you have told him.

"Your doing great, don't put yourself down" Wrecker says while slowly leading you in the dance.

"Wrecker I've stepped on your feet three times already" you grumble as he spins you and pulls you back to him.

"Its going to happen, don't worry about it. I'd be more worried if I stepped on you Tiny" he laughs making you smile up at him.

"That's it, wide steps and just follow" he reassures. "Where did you learn to dance?, it doesn't really seem like a hobby you would just pick up" you say which make him smile again.

"Back on Kamino when we weren't being trained or pushed to study most of the Regs in spare time found small hobbies. At the time I didn't know the rest of the Batch so... I watched holos, it's where I first learn what dancing was." He anwsers.

He dips you down and pulls you back up into his chest. " So every night after training I'd retreat to my little area and Dance. It was kinda hard not having a partner until I met crosshair. He snuck our of his area becuase he wanted to be alone and Well.. that how we met. He became my dance partner late at night it's reason he is so quick and stealthy" he chuckles while reliving the memory.

"That sounds lovely Wrecker. So you didn't know the Batch back as Cadets?" You as with a tilted head eyes focused on him.

"Most of us didn't know that others existed. It was only after Nala Se caught Cross disapreaing and getting up with me did she slowly let use meet others. All use boys didn't get along to wrll with our Original Batch so we ended dup forming our own little family" he states as you both continue to slow dance with Wrecker.

"I still can't believe you and crosshair were dancing partners, but it is quite fitting" you say while resting your head against his shoudler. "Hahaha don't yell him I told you, he will have my head" he says learning down to press a light kiss to your forehead.

"So... any other interesting Hobbies other then dancing?" You ask trying to tease him which makes his smile widen.

"Yes, Nala Se taught me how to sew becuase she made Lula For me back as Cadet but at the time she couldn't keep fixing her so, Nala taught me to sew so I could fix her. And well I became the one to go to for patching clothes" he states very proudly as you both spin around again.

"You truly are a big teddy bear wreck, the boys are lucky to have you." You state back to him leaning up to kiss him on the lips.

He hums lightly as he looks down to you with his mismatched eyes. "Don't go aroudn telling anyone I have an appearance to keep up" he says seriously before breaking into a laughter which makes you follow.

"Love you Wrecker and your crazy Shenanigans"

"Love you to Tiny and your two left feet" he jokes back at you.