#CROSSHAIR+BATCHER FOREVER

[timetodiverge]

Excuse me sir, that's my Emotional Support vicious lurca hound

....soooo Batcher is fully Crosshair's puppy now, yes???

-spending the morning at the beach with him instead of Omega -sitting next to him at the table -staying near him while everyone was yelling -squaring off against the wyrm ("YEAH YOU BETTER RUN!!"), then going right to Crosshair to check in, then STAYING THERE while Crosshair has his moment with Hunter

[kaminocasey]

A Great View

WARNINGS: TBB S3 SPOILERS. 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, fresher sex, possessive/jealous Crosshair, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex between partners (Wrap it up friends), p in v, maybe slight angst?

Summary: Crosshair gets jealous when Howzer flirts with you.

Pairing: Tbb s3!Crosshair x f!reader

WC: 2k

A/N: How GOOD were episodes 6 & 7?! SO GOOD right? I've missed this man so so so much. So excited for next week. When Cross said "Oh, I'm much worse." I couldn't BREATHE. And not to mention, seeing him in his old armor again???? Forever crying over him.

“Did you like the attention Howzer gave you?” Crosshair’s smoky voice is in your ear as he pushes you up against the fresher sink on the way back to Pabu so he can tend to your wounds. 

Normally, this would be your job, tending to the batch’s wounds. And normally, if you had any wounds yourself, Tech would-

“No.” You shake your head.

He lets out a noncommittal grunt, his hand traveling up into your hair to move it out of the way so he can help clean the blood off your forehead. “Is that so?”

Crosshair was right earlier. He is worse than Hunter. But that’s what you love about him. Kriff, you’ve missed him so much…You flinch when he dabs at the cut. 

He pulls his face back some and looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. You’re telling the truth, though.

You tell him, firmly. “I just…”

“What is it? Tell me princess.” He hums, tilting your chin up toward him so he can search your eyes.

You can feel the other clones’ eyes on you as you sit with Omega, Wrecker, and Batcher at your feet. Howzer passes by, smirking. You look up at Crosshair, who’s suddenly more tense, and then look back down at your datapad. A few moments later, Howzer brings you a drink and you thank him. 

“No problem. If you need… anything else… don’t hesitate to come find me.” He winks. 

Oh. Uh oh. 

You look up at Crosshair again, just knowing his eyes are on you at all times. He’s shooting Howzer a glare so hard you think it could usually break a normal person in half. Crosshair walks over to you, leaning against the table, next to you and then tilts your chin up toward him and kisses you so deeply, it makes your insides go warm and fuzzy with need. 

You and Crosshair had been apart for so long, he wasn’t about to let anything get in his way again. When he pulls away, you feel slightly breathless, both yours and Crosshair’s pupils are blown and you think you may need to sneak away. Except Rex breaks up the moment, needing him and Hunter for something. 

Howzer throws Crosshair his own glare and joins them, leaving you warm in the face, thinking about what you’re going to do to him tonight. Wrecker’s laugh snaps you back to reality, so you ignore him, going back to your datapad. 

You look up at Crosshair, the burning need for him returning low in your stomach. 

“I like when you’re jealous. It’s hot.” You smirk up at him as he puts a small bandage over the cut on your forehead.

Crosshair lets out a low chuckle, smirking. “I would say it’s more protective than anything.” 

“Call it what you want, it was hot.” You shrug, running your hands across his stomach, landing on his waist, gripping his shirt. 

He leans in close, his warm breath ghosting over your ear. “Yeah? You like when I let people know what’s mine?” 

You nod. “Yes.”

He hums, kissing your neck and you let out a soft moan at the feel. He lifts you up, sitting you on the sink. This sink is bigger than the one on the Marauder, so there’s more room for him to stand between your legs without feeling cramped. Not that you mind the cramped feeling. 

“You want me to take you right here? Remind you who you belong to?” Crosshair murmurs, squeezing your thighs. 

“Yes, please.” You look up at him, eyes wide with need. 

Crosshair crushes his lips to yours, finally, hands traveling to cup your neck so he can reach you better. A soft moan escapes your lips, traveling right to his, making him smirk. 

The two of you had been together the entire war and then when he chose the Empire over the batch, over you, your heart shattered and you thought you’d never love again. 

And then he got off that freighter with Omega and your heart soared. You belong to him, and he belongs to you. It’s the only thing that’s ever made sense in these dark times. 

You and Crosshair have snuck away every chance you’ve gotten since he’s come home to you, making love, desperately and passionately. So this would come as a surprise to no one, being locked away in the fresher on Echo’s ship. 

He pulls away to help you down off the sink and spins you so you’re facing the mirror. His lips turn up in a soft smirk. 

“I look rough.” You notice.

Your hair is a mess, you’re caked in blood and dirt and desperately need a shower. 

“Doesn’t matter.” He leans down and kisses your shoulder. “You’re still beautiful.”

You roll your eyes with a teasing smile. “If you say so.”

He starts to ease your pants down until they hit the floor, taking your underwear with them. “I do say so.”

And then he places a swift smack to your left cheek, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. 

“Go on. Say it.” His smoky voice fills your ears and you close your eyes, savoring the sound of it as he rubs the spot on your cheek that he smacked.

“I’m beautiful even when I look like I had the shit beat out of me?” You tease.

He chuckles. “Brat.” 

“You love me.” You open your eyes only to meet his own in the mirror.

“I do.” He nods.

It’s a promise.

He lifts your shirt up over your head, unsnapping your binder next, with slightly shaky fingers. You notice when he looks down, frustrated at his hand, so to distract him, you back up against his hardened length, making him groan softly. His hands fly to your hips, pushing you down over the sink. 

“Tell me how bad you want it, princess. Go on.” He urges you, smirking down at your naked form. 

You don’t think there are words to describe how badly you need him to fuck you right now. 

“Fuck…” You whisper. “Please… I need it.” 

“Didn’t tell you to beg. Told you to tell me how bad you want it.” He purrs, sliding two fingers through your already soaked folds. 

“I- I need it.” You whimper. “So bad. Please Cross… I c- I can’t tell you how bad.” 

His fingers find your clit and your back arches up as you moan and his grip on your hip tightens. 

“What would you do if I just got down on my knees instead of fucking you?” He teases.

All you can do is whine. 

“You really want me to fill your pussy that bad, huh?” You can hear him drop to his knees and you whine again.

“Hush.” He whispers. “Let me make you cum and then I promise I’ll fuck you as hard as you want me to. Deal?” 

He knows that his voice alone is enough to make you fold. You’ve never been able to tell the man no. Not to anything. 

“Deal…” You sigh. 

“Thank you.” He places a quick kiss to your rear cheek. 

The moment that you feel his hot tongue against your warmth, you have to put your hand over your mouth so that no one will hear you come apart above your partner. He licks stripe after stripe over your folds, getting you nice and wet for him. Your shaky breaths only spur him on.

Crosshair’s arms snake around your thighs, giving you extra security to keep you held up and you silently thank him. Unable to help yourself, though, you push back against his face, the stubble against his cheeks causing a delicious friction against your inner thighs. 

Having Crosshair on his knees like this reminds you of the first night he was home. The two of you snuck away to the beach almost immediately. Hunter hadn’t been happy about it, but it was worth it. Cross had pushed you up against a rock, kissed you until both of you couldn’t breathe and then he dropped to his knees and ate your pussy for over an hour. You lost track of the amount of times he made you cum that night. 

There hadn’t even been any apologies until after. The need for each other just… outweighed the bad. 

And now, here he is, a couple weeks later and you have a lot of lost time to make up for. 

“Fuck, right there.” You whisper.

He hums against your cunt and then sucks your sensitive clit between his teeth before latching his lips against it, making you smack your free hand against the mirror. He chuckles and pushes a finger into your tight warmth, making you groan against your palm. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my face, cyar’ika?” He encourages you, thrusting his finger in and out of you. 

You both know it’s not as good as his cock, but his long slender fingers have always been able to reach into you so perfectly.

“Mmhmmm.” You whine as he curls his finger against the spongy part inside of you, making that familiar warm feeling start to take over. “So good.”

The blinding white hot feeling rips through your body like a volcano, sending you over the edge, dripping down Crosshair’s face. 

He stands up, gripping your hair and pulling back so that you’re forced to watch as he pushes his cock roughly into you, making both of you moan so loudly that he has to place his free hand over your mouth so you’ll be quieter. You don’t mind though because it brings you physically both closer. You make eye contact again in the mirror and he kisses your bare shoulder, thrusting roughly into you.

“Mm.” He sighs. “You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

You nod, mumbling around his hand, answering him.

“And you don’t mind if I make everyone else aware that you’re mine?” He whispers.

You shake your head.

“Good. Fuck… So good to me.” His thrusts become sharper, more purposeful as you clench around his cock.

You know you’re going to feel it later. But it’s alright because you know he’ll take care of you later. 

“Where do you want my cum?” He grits between his teeth.

“Inside.” You mumble through his fingers. 

He buries his face in your neck, biting back a growl the best he can as he empties himself inside of you, painting your walls with himself, just how you love it. Deep and rough. You’re sure to have bruises in the shape of long slender fingers on your hip in the morning, but you don’t mind.

“Shower.” You whisper.

“Shower.” He agrees. “But first…”

He spins you around to face him and kisses you again. This time, more gently, cupping your face so carefully, he almost seems afraid that you could break. His tongue slips past your lips, dancing along yours and you cling to him, wrapping your arms around him. 

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You look up into amber brown eyes, confused.

“For taking me back, even when I didn’t deserve it.” He whispers.

You pull away, staring up into his eyes, your favorite eyes, holding his face so that he looks at you. “Listen to me, Cross… Everything you did… all the mistakes you made… they don’t define you. You have to let go of the past so that we can build our future. Okay?”

You’ve seen how much he’s changed. You see the way he is with Omega. How affectionate he is with Batcher. And more importantly, how he’s apologized to you and promised to be better. You believe him. You believe in him. 

He nods, tears nearing the brim of his eyes, so you kiss him again. 

“Speaking of our future…” You murmur softly, smiling against his lips. “A couple days ago, Shep showed me a house I thought could be perfect for us.” 

“Oh yeah?” He guides you into the shower, starting the water.

“It’s got a great view.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“Doesn’t every house on Pabu have a ‘great view’?” He raises a dark eyebrow.

“Yeah, but not every house in Pabu has you.” You shrug. For the first time, you think since before he left, he lets out a genuine laugh. It reaches your soul and you know you’ll do anything to hear that laugh for the rest of your life.

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[clu-ven]

Better than Meditation

soooo I haven't posted in a very long time but I'm trying to get back into writing!!! (so pls bear with me xoxoxoxoxo)

Summary: you come up with an alternative (smutty) way for Crosshair to gain some control over his hand - based off S3 E08

Tags: SMUT, vaginal fingering, semi public fingering?? (technically it’s done in an isolated but public place), lil bit of plot + smut, smut, smut

Word Count: 2.8k

“He’s still down there, y’know” Omega’s voice brings you out of your thoughts as she slumps down beside you.

You keep your eyes closed, letting the rays of the afternoon sun wash over you. Pabu’s climate is one you could most definitely get used to. It’s inviting and comforting atmosphere makes you feel at ease, a sensation that has become rare since the rise of the Empire.

“Well, you know how stubborn he is,” you reply casually. 

While Hunter and Wrecker are gone to meet some bounty hunter they know, Crosshair has spent most of his time on a secluded part of the beach, focused on correcting his aim.  Everyone has tried to talk to him about it but unfortunately, that only made things worse.

Now Crosshair is more defensive than ever, determined to prove that he is perfectly capable of correcting his shaky hand by himself. 

“Yeah but AZI said it might be some kind of mental block,” Omega sighs, subtly copying you as she closes her eyes too “if he doesn’t open up and let us help him, then how is he supposed to get better?”.

Her concern for Crosshair makes you smile, impressed by how she’s able to delicately balance trying to help her brother without being too overbearing.

The question lingers for a few moments before you open your eyes and glance down at her “And he’s already shot down your meditation idea?”.

Omega briefly mentioned the idea to you that morning and although you were sceptical, you encouraged her determination to help anyway. 

“Of course he did,” she lets out a heavy sigh “saying he didn’t like it is an understatement”. 

A comfortable silence grows between you both as you consider the situation. But before you can speak, Omega quickly becomes restless and blurts out “Can’t you try speaking with him? He’ll listen to you, I just know it!”. 

It’s no secret that you and Crosshair were once close and you can only presume Omega has heard about this from the likes of Wrecker, who wouldn’t give a second thought about mentioning it.

"I can try but..." you trail off, hesitating to make a decision. Doubt clouds your judgement, stopping you from promising anything. After all, you know how stubborn and closed-minded Crosshair can be at times, especially when it comes to being vulnerable.

Omega's face lights up at your hesitant help. "Great! Sometimes trying is all it takes". She seems upbeat and enthusiastic as she stands “I was gonna go introduce Batcher to Mox, Stak and Deek anyways so it’s good to know Crosshair won’t be alone”.

Giving the girl a tight-lipped smile in response, Omega whistles for Batcher. With one last goodbye, she hurries off happily.

You wait until she’s gone before you sigh and slump down again. Although Crosshair has been back for a while now, the two of you have yet to have a proper reunion, leaving you both unsure of how to approach the situation. 

Knowing you can’t put this off for forever, you begrudgingly get up and start the long descent down to the secluded beach. 

The subtle change in weather appears to align with your mood, as the sun dips behind the clouds and a warm breeze begins to pick up. It causes the light fabric of your skirt to dance in the wind as if it has a mind of its own. But it’s only a momentary distraction as your thoughts swiftly return to Crosshair, focusing fully on him and the impending catch-up. 

You and Crosshair were always close during the Clone Wars, constantly laughing at each other’s snide remarks, bickering simply for the sake of it and always trying to get a rise out of the other. Even back then, you knew where the constant teasing would eventually lead to… but then it didn’t. 

Instead, the war came to an end and before you even got the opportunity to speak with Crosshair, the rest of the Batch had turned up at your door and told you that he had already picked his side.

Since then, you have been travelling with the batch. It took a long time to accept that whatever was between you and Crosshair was gone, whether that be a friendship or something more. That died the day the Republic did. 

But in a strange twist of faith, Crosshair is back and so are your lingering feelings. Although, if it was difficult to confront this emotion before everything happened, it’s become utterly impossible now. Neither of you have mentioned it and yet you still catch his longing gaze whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention.

When you reach the beach, it’s exactly how you pictured; Crosshair is alone, his sniper positioned steadily on a rock as he tries to shoot the far off target. A blaster bolt sprints across the water as he fires, missing his target by a few inches. You hear him mutter something under his breath as he tries again.

Flicking his chewed up toothpick to the ground, Crosshair notices you. “Yes?” He asks impatiently, lining up another shot.

“You’ve been out here all day,” you state the obvious “Omega’s worried about you”.

Crosshair doesn’t reply immediately, first firing (and missing) again before he turns around just to make sure you see his eye roll. “Oh, is she?” His tone is underlined with sarcasm. 

A huff falls from your lips and suddenly you know all too well why Omega was so irked after trying to help the man in front of you. Despite the scowl on your face, you refuse to fall into the usual bickering you once had with him. 

“You know she is,” you sigh “maybe you should take a break, come have some lunch and forget about target practice for a while”.

He watches you for a moment, studying you the same way you’ve seen from the corner of your eye “And when did you become mother hen?”.

Scoffing, you walk closer, hugging yourself with your arms “Don’t act like that, you know you’re overworking yourself… Crosshair, please, you need to take care of yourself”. 

The concern in your voice takes him by surprise but Crosshair quickly recovers as he mutters “Oh, so you’re worried about me now?”.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You bat back at him.

“You’ve hardly looked at me, nevermind speak to me since I’ve gotten back” he practically spits the words out. 

You no longer hold back your glare “Like you’ve made any effort to talk to me!”.

“How can I when you don’t even look at me?” Crosshair challenges, his gaze unyielding as your annoyance fades as quick as it came. 

Coming up to the rock he’s based at, you slide down against it to shield yourself from the wind. Crosshair follows suit and kneels beside you, waiting cautiously for your response. 

Your tone holds a sense of sincerity as you speak, your words now free of any reservations. "I do look at you… of course I do," you confess with genuine intent, all annoyance and restraint vanishing within you. 

“Then you must see me staring,” he almost whispers the words, watching you carefully “I thought you would have gotten the hint by now that I’m still interested”.

A soft smile graces your lips and as if taming a wild animal, you slowly reach out for his hand. Crosshair makes no attempt to stop you and you gently slip your hand into his before you tug him closer. 

Settling his hand on to your lap, you begin to trace your finger up and down his palm until finally resting your hand delicately on his wrist. “Let me help,” you offer “seriously, Crosshair”.

“And how would you help?” Though the question almost seems backhanded, you know that’s just Crosshair being Crosshair.

The mischievous glint in your eye paired with the suggestive smirk plastered across your face doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“How do you think?” you question. 

He holds your gaze as if to challenge you to make the first move but you hold strong. This is your moment and you both know it.

A secluded beach? A chance for you both to finally reunite in a way you could only imagine? Both of your minds go to the same place.

You give his wrist a small yet reassuring squeeze and before you can make another comment, his lips are on yours. 

With an intensity fuelled by pure need, he slams his lips against yours in a heated display of passion. This isn’t just a build up of years worth of longing for Crosshair. No, it’s much more than that. It’s an act of rebellion against the time he lost with you because of the Empire, both in spite of his own misplaced loyalty to them as well as his time on Tantiss. 

The fiery kiss goes on for what feels like an eternity and yet the time seems far too brief when it finally comes to an end. The passion flaring between the two of you is intoxicating, causing you to crave more.

His fingers twitch on your lap, eager to do more for you. As if on cue, you both look down at his hand, your soft grasp still around his wrist.

“You have to be calm, be able to stay consistent with your shots if you want to hit the target, right?” you ask, trying not to smirk when you see his sudden confusion. 

In a moment like this, you seriously decide to give him some advice on shooting? Crosshair nods, silently waiting to see where this is going.

“Maybe you’re approaching this from the wrong perspective,” you suggest, noticing how his attention shifts to your lips “you’re focusing on your sniper abilities, looking to re-learn your techniques… but you need to re-learn how to use your fingers in order to effectively use your sniper”.

“And how do you propose I do that?” his voice is low, causing the skin on your arms to prickle with goosebumps. You can feel the effect of his voice in your panties.

With your free hand, you begin to bunch up your skirt, first revealing your thighs and then a glimpse of your underwear. Crosshair can’t help it as a groan escapes from his throat.

You guide his hand closer to your clothed core before Crosshair takes initiative and brushes his fingers teasingly against you. 

He can feel the warmth beneath your underwear, feeling more assured in his movements when he hears you take in a sharp breath. But even with the small boost in confidence, Crosshair can’t help it as a small tremor courses through his hand. 

“Take your time,” your voice is soft but firm in your reassurance “and if this is too much then we can stop”. Fearful that you’ve pushed him too far, you slowly begin to close your legs as you nervously fiddle with your skirt “I didn’t mean to push you so-”.

You stop your apologetic remark when his firm grip stops your legs from meeting. A brief look of disbelief flicks across your face as he spreads your legs to his liking.

“No,” there is no hesitancy in Crosshair’s voice as he takes control of the situation “you started this, don’t go shy on me now”. This time it’s your turn to nod silently.

His fingers glide down to caress you again, this time feeling the dampness from beneath your underwear. Each reaction you give, whether a sharp intake of breath or a slight quiver up your spine, only serves to fuel Crosshair’s determination. He savors these small responses, revelling in how you leave each reaction so bare for him to see.

Crosshair smirks “If this is how you react to such simple touches, do you think you could handle me touching you without anything between us?”. 

“You’d be surprised with how much I can handle” you taunt.

Oh how he has missed how you challenge him. Your snarky response is rewarded with a kiss but before you can melt into it, Crosshair brings both of his hands to your hips and swiftly pulls your panties down. 

The eager sight that greets him brings a smile to his face. Crosshair can feel his excitement growing but before he can get ahead of himself, he’s committed to take care of you first. 

Crosshair teasingly brings just one finger down to your core. A slight tremor causes his finger to waver but after a second, it stops as desire overtakes him. His finger teases you, feeling just how much you want him. Before he can make another teasing comment, you pull him in for another kiss, unable to help yourself.

Crosshair is quick to take control of the kiss, simultaneously pushing his tongue into your mouth as he sinks his long finger into you. You welcome all of him, moaning into his mouth. Taking your sounds as encouragement, Crosshair adds a second digit to your core. 

He pushes in until he’s knuckle deep, successfully finding that spot within you. Crosshair takes your advice to heart. He keeps a consistent rhythm, thrusting his fingers inside of you. He listens to each involuntary squeak and moan, adjusting his speed and pressure of each pump of his fingers to whichever makes you react the most. 

There’s not a slight tremble in his entire hand, his attention solely on you. There is no room for nerves or doubt to creep in and cause his hand to shake. That seems almost impossible now, especially with you like this in front of him.

There is nothing but you and him in this moment, the rhythmic movement of his fingers serving as proof that he has full control.

He buries his fingers into you, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit and delivering powerful jolts of pleasure into your body.

“That’s it,” he coos at your moans “you’re nearly there, aren’t you?”.

A flutter fills your chest as your breathing becomes more rapid. "Y-yes,” you manage with a strained voice, your mind becoming overwhelmed with arousal “keep doing that”. 

You squeeze around his fingers, feeling the tight coil in your lower stomach getting closer and closer to finally snapping.

Your body responds to his touch in the most natural of ways, your back arching and head bowing in a display of utter pleasure. Your hand instinctively searches for contact, grabbing hold of his knee as the overwhelming sensation begins to consume you.

Your legs twitch, eyes rolling back in your head and a rather loud moan escapes your lips as the satisfaction you feel begins to peak. 

Bliss floods your entire being and the mixture of your moans and whimpers blend together in a melodic harmony. Every movement of his hand guides you through the waves of ecstasy, sending shivers through your body. 

Crosshair hums approvingly as you come down from your sigh. Almost reluctantly, he takes his hand away from you and examines his sticky but steady fingers. “My hand hasn’t been able to do so much and remain so still since… well, ever since Tantiss” he comments.

Trying to give your shaky legs more time to recover, you fix your panties before you reposition your skirt. Stealing a glance at Crosshair, you’re glad to see you’re not the only one with flushed cheeks. You smile almost bashfully as you lean on the rock to stand. 

Crosshair is there to help, gently holding your upper arm as you steady yourself. Despite the sass you gave him earlier and the bliss he just brought you now, you find it hard to maintain eye contact. 

Clearing your throat, you try to regain some of that boldness from before “Well then… good luck with your target practice, I’ll go see if the others have made contact yet”.

“What?!” the sound is almost foreign to you; the sound of an utterly bamboozled Crosshair. 

Pushing yourself off the rock, you feel his grasp slip away from your arm. You continue to walk as you turn around to savor his shocked expression.

“What about me?” he asks, trying to be inconspicuous as he gestures to the tent in his pants “I thought this was about helping me?”.

“Yeah, I know,” you reply with a smirk “you’ll get your reward when you hit the target”. With a wink, you turn your back to him and begin the ascent back. 

Crosshair’s jaw hangs open as he watches you go, and he can’t help but laugh at your audacity.

[clownery-and-fuckery]

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.

[nahoney22]

Hi ! I hope you're alright ♥ Thanks for all the content you create ! Can I ask you a request ? A headcanon for the Bad Batch for her first time with a F!Reader (experienced or not, as your wish !). Something very shy and soft ? Especially for Echo and Crosshair... (for the others too, but them both in particulary. They need someone to trust completely). Thanks in advance and I hope that don't bothering you !

Soft Starters***

(First Time With the Bad Batch)

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: NSFW so minors be gone. soft smut, virgin batchers, swearing, mentions of sex (p in v ), some oral (batcher receiving) but not in great detail, comfort and fluff, both shy reader and batchers in some parts. Not proofread so if you see spelling errors I don’t care hehe

authors note: very sorry about the delay my lovely @wenalena, hope you enjoy 💜

NSFW under the cut

Echo

He knew this moment was going to come soon or later and he couldn’t thank the stars enough that it was with you. Yet, even after mentally preparing himself he was still a bag of nerves when you entered the room.

The pair of you had been dating for a while and when the moment came to get intimate, his fingers began to tremble which was seemingly obvious as you felt his nerves as he takes - or attempts - to remove your bra.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” You look over your shoulder at him, catching the alarmed look in his eyes.

“Yes,” he rasps, gulping, “just struggling with the hooks,” he mutters and tries to get back to the task at hand but you move to face him and give him a doubting look.

“Echo, we don’t need to do anything if you’re not ready.”

Your words had him stunned and admittedly he’s a little embarrassed that he wasn’t as suave as he would’ve liked. “I am. Trust me.”

You tilt your head, humming in soft amusement as your hand raises and cups his cheek as you both sit comfortably on the bed, “Is this your first time?”

“Yeah.” He admits after a few seconds of unsure thoughts but judging by the look on your face, he was in good hands.

“Well then,” you move onto your knees, hands placing to his shoulders as you gently push him back on the bed and crawl over the top of him, “let me show you how it’s done.”

He’s in awe, heart racing and frozen as your lips trail down his bare chest, not even caring about the prosthetics.

His prosthetics had always been a hinderance to him since his accident and when he met you, you didn’t bat an eyelid at it. You never questioned his legs, his arm, his head, back and chest - just nothing. You accepted him for who he was and that’s all he wanted.

“O-o-oh stars,” he moans the second your warm lips come into contact with his length. Yeah, he could get used to this.

He’s a gentle lover but you knew if he wanted to, he could rock your galaxy if you said the word. He holds you close, eyes trained on your face at all times as if you’re the only thing that matters in that moment all the while he is rutting his hips against you that had you crying out his name in pure delight.

Hunter

When you heard that Hunter was a virgin you’re pleasantly surprised. Surprised that someone as gorgeous as him had never got any action and surprised when he said that he was waiting for ‘the one’.

So as you lay under him, his lips trailing up and down your feverish skin, your heart is full at the realisation that you were the one he was waiting for.

“So pretty.” He breathes against the skin of your neck yet there is a tinge of shakiness to it.

“Are you sure you want this? With me?”

Your words have him pulling back to, his brown hues staring adoringly down at you. “It feels like I’ve waited forever and a day for someone like you. So yes, I’m ready if you are.”

With a gentle nod of confirmation followed by a soft kiss to his lips, the gasp that leaves Hunters mouth as he finally breached your entrance is almost sinful to hear.

You’re gazing up at him, watching how all the tension he holds on his face and shoulders from being a Sergent to a group of rogue clones on the run finally fades. “This…” he sighs through gritted teeth, “is amazing. You feel amazing.” His motions are slow and steady, savouring every moment he can. Non surprisingly, he is a natural at this.

Wrecker

Wrecker loved the idea of being someone’s first but was always slightly nervous if the moment came and it was the other way round. Which it did. With you.

He knew you had experience as you had mentioned past partners to him and the others which he didn’t at all mind. But as he’s kissing you, hands touching all over your body from your breasts to your thighs and other parts, you could feel the tension on his tongue.

“You’re tense Wrecker, are you okay?” You whisper against his lips, your hands caressing over his bare, defined and stunning muscles.

“Yeah baby,” for someone so loud, his whispers are almost silent, “I’m… I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

A smile graces your lips, “Oh Wrecker, you’d never hurt me.”

“W-what if I crush ya? What if I’m too rough?” He pulls back a little, his eyes closing and for a moment he’s almost ashamed that his stature could get in the way of one of the most peaceful and loving moments of his life.

“Sweetheart,” you cup his cheek, thumb grazing over the scarred skin, “you could never hurt me. But, if you’re worried I can always go on top.”

His eyes open, stunning eyes searching yours. “Uh, are you sure?”

“One hundred per cent, handsome.” You grin and in a second his lips have crashed back down to yours all the while he flips you both over so he’s now on his back and you’re laying on top of him, his length pressed hard to your stomach. “You ready for this?”

That wave of anxiety vanished in a second the moment he saw you from above, a true vision of beautiful. He nods enthusiastically and as you sheathed down on his cock, he almost faints. What you didn’t expect was that Wrecker… could go on for hours.

Tech

Tech was actually very prepared for his first time. Granted, he never sought out for this type of connection with anyone but when he had fell for you it isn’t long until he is doing research on how to impress a lover.

“I believe that the cleanliness of the room and the lightning is the perfect ambience for this evening.” Tech had gone out of his way, saving up credits to book a night away from the ship with you and as he inspected the room, you could only chuckle.

“Tech, it’s going to be perfect regardless.”

“I sincerely hope so. Though I can not promise amazing results as I have never done anything like this before.” He pushes his goggles up his nose, trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart and hot cheeks as he spots you unloading your travel bag, eyes trained on some very… alluring underwear.

You look up at him and smile softly. “Like I said Tech, it’ll be perfect.”

Later that evening after a lovely night of looking at the stars, Tech has taken your hand and led you from the balcony to the bed before bestowing you with words of affirmation and gentle touches.

Though, he is rigid, mind reeling with every step he should be taking which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Relax, Tech. Do what feels right. I know you probably researched all this but do what you think is natural.”

He chuckles lightly, “how could you possibly know I have researched such a wonderful moment?”

“Because I know you.” You kiss his cheek, allowing him to pull your top up from over your head and of course, your enticing under garments were on show.

“You’re beautiful,” he praises, laying you down gently and leaning over you, “I can not wait to share this moment with someone like you.”

Not to be course, but it was obvious he was a very quick learner.

Crosshair

Despite his tough and stone cold demeanour, you managed to bring out a soft side to him.

Despite the fact his lips are harsh on yours, fingers biting into your hips as he has you pushed up against the wall and swallowing your needy moans, underneath it all, Crosshair was very nervous.

“Crosshair, I need you. Please.” You utter to his lips, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you through the deserted ship.

“I know,” he kisses your lips, eyes knitted tightly shut and as he lays you down and starts to make work at your pants. But as you sit up and watched him in anticipation, your brows furrow as you see his complexion go a little bleak and his fingers trembled at the buttons to your pants.

“Hey,” you sit up and reach across to him, taking his trembling hands into yours, “is this your first time?”

“Is that a problem?” His tone is sharp. Abrupt. Very him.

“No,” you shake your head quickly, chewing on the inside of your cheek, “but you seem nervous. We don’t have to do this.”

Crosshair closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh, pulling away from you completely and sat on the edge of the bunk with his head in his hands.

“Cross?” You sit up with him, placing a tender hand to his thigh. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not though is it? How can I pleasure you at all when I don’t have a clue what I’m doing?” He grunts, agitated at himself at the fear of not being able to please you.

In all honesty, you’re a little dumbfounded. Since meeting Crosshair you just assumed he was experienced. His kisses were like fire and his touch were bone-tingling so naturally, you just assumed he had done something in the past. “Look at me.”

Slowly, he lifts his head and looks to you, eyes searching and pleading for that security he secretly needed. “Let’s do this together, yeah? Do whatever you think is right.”

He swallows the saliva that pools in his mouth and silently nods his head, his hands coming to your waist and moving you into his lap. You don’t kiss, just longing stares that shouted a thousand words. You’re undressing each other until you’re both skin to skin and Crosshair gasps as he feels you manoeuvre your hand down to his length, gently pumping along his warm and velvet skin.

He whispered your name but not to ask you something, not to tell you anything, just simply for the sake of saying it.

“I’ve got you, Cross.”

The second he feels you slide down onto him, his head slumps forward and into your neck. His hands are on your back, holding you close as he tries to control his breathing at the incredible sensation of you. “Fuck, that’s…” he doesn’t finish off what he’s saying, all words jumbled as you softly kiss the side of his head, biting your lip as you slowly rise and fall against him.

The first time with him he’s quiet aside from the soft whimpers. But what he takes from that experience is that he had never felt so secure and loved. Your pupils of lust burned in his mind every night, even when you lay by his side. It takes a few times for him to be more vocal, gaining a confidence that was hidden away.

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[intricatechaosofyou]

Types of Kisses

Pairing: Hunter x reader; Wrecker x reader; Tech x reader; Echo x reader; Crosshair x reader

Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars

Summary: members of the Bad Batch as different types of kisses

Warnings: spoilers for season 2 ep. 13 on Hunter’s, blood and injury in Echo’s, storm in Crosshair’s, reader is mentioned being shorter than Wrecker but otherwise all are inclusive to all body types, genders, etc!! And if you feel that they aren’t, please tell me! I want to be as inclusive as I can!

Author’s note: this is the first time I’ve done something like this so tell me if you like it! Slight AU in which Crosshair has rejoined the Batch. Also, you are already in a relationship with your batcher at this point in time.

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HUNTER: kisses on the neck

You were leaning on the rocky wall, overlooking Pabu as the lights came on for the night. The sight was truly marvelous, bringing you a sense of tranquility that usually evaded you.

For the first time since Order 66 was given and your world was turned upside down, you truly felt like you belonged somewhere.

“What’re you up to?” A smoky voice questioned as two warm hands settled on your hips.

Leaning back into Hunter’s chest, you shrugged. “Just looking.”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You hummed in agreement as you felt his lips press against his spot on your neck. It never made much sense to you, but every moment like this, when things were calmer than usual, Hunter would press his lips to the same spot on your neck without fail. Every. Single. Time.

It didn’t bother you. Quite the opposite actually. You enjoyed the affection, but you just wanted to understand why.

“Hunter?” You whispered, reaching one of your hands back to card through his hair.

“Cyar’ika?” He responded, breath tickling your neck.

“Why do you always like to kiss me there?”

His eyes flickered up to yours. “Where?”

“That spot on my neck,” you answered with a laugh.

“It’s your pulse point,” he explained, voice lower and softer than normal. “Being able to feel it reminds me you’re here. Makes me feel closer to you.”

Your breath felt shaky and your eyes welled with tears. The sincerity of his admission coupled with the nervousness in his voice made you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” you mumbled, turning in his hold so you could look him in the eyes. You were sure your pronunciation was off, but the way his eyes softened told you he understood.

“Someone’s been practicing their Mando’a.”

“Are you impressed?”

“With you? Always.”

A grin broke out on your face at the admission, and you pulled him into an embrace.

“What if we stay here?” Hunter whispered.

You hummed, nuzzling your head into his chest. You’d be content in his arms forever. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“Neither would I,” he replied with an airy chuckle. “But I meant here as in…Pabu.”

“Permanently?” You asked, looking up at him. “As in, we stop being soldiers?”

He nodded slowly, beautiful brown eyes searching your face. “We could stop running, stop going on jobs for a few lousy credits. We could settle down.”

“Settle down?” You repeated.

“You, me, and Omega. We could have a house here in lower Pabu. We could be…”

“A family,” you finished for him.

His tongue swiped across his lips as he nodded. “Is that something you want?”

“More than anything in the galaxy, Hunter,” you replied, voice almost too quiet for him to hear.

A grin broke out across his face and he brought you into his chest, arms wrapping around your waist, yours coming to rest on his shoulders.

The two of you stood there holding each other as his lips found their spot on your neck and it was as if every star in the galaxy had aligned.

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WRECKER: kisses on the cheek

A sequence of splashes echoed throughout the small clearing, Omega’s amazed gasp following it. The Batch had been traveling for ages and had found a relatively secluded planet to take a short break on. When you discovered it had a small lake, you and Omega were the first ones there.

“Can you teach me how to do that?!” Omega begged, tugging on your arm.

Who knew skipping rocks would be so entertaining? Her child-like sense of wonder still managed to make you smile. Even after everything she had been through, she’d never lost her sense of innocence and hope.

“Course, ‘Meg,” you replied. “First thing you gotta do is find a flat rock.”

Listening obediently, Omega searched the ground, fingers trailing along the dirt much like Hunter’s did when he was tracking something. When she came upon a satisfactory rock, she held it out to you. “Will this do?”

You nodded. “Perfect. Now, you gotta hold it correctly.”

Demonstrating with your own rock, you showed her how her pointer finger and thumb should wrap around the stone. She followed suit, and you gently nudged her fingers so they were properly placed.

“Now when you throw it, you gotta flick your wrist,” you explained, moving your hand back and forth to show the motion. “Think you got that?”

Omega nodded vigorously, copying your motion almost perfectly.

“Good. Now, you wind up and throw.”

Rocking back onto her heels, Omega winded up and threw her rock. It hit the water’s surface and sank, causing a frown to form on her face.

“That’s alright, ‘Meg.” You offered her a reassuring smile and gently patted her shoulder. “You can try again.”

Suddenly, a large splash made you both turn towards the rippling water.

The booming laugh from your left alerted you to the fact the culprit was Wrecker. He grinned sheepishly and came to sit next to you and Omega. “And if you can’t, it’s more fun to just throw ‘em in!”

His statement made Omega laugh. You could always count on the large clone to bring the kid out of a stupor.

You smiled at the two and placed your rock in Omega’s hand. Nodding towards the lake, you squeezed her shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, Omega got ready to try again. Winding up and throwing, the three of you watched as the rock hit the water once…twice…three times.

All of you cheered, pride for the young girl swelling in your chest.

The young girl turned back to you. “Did you see that?!”

“I did, short stack. Good job,” you praised, gently ruffling her blonde hair.

She smiled at you before running down the path to find more rocks to skip, careful to stay within your line of sight.

With a content sigh, you moved to lounge on Wrecker’s lap as he sat down. “She’s a quick learner.”

“She had a good teacher,” Wrecker mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

You smiled and turned your head to press a kiss to his cheek. The mountain of a man was usually towering above you, his cheek too far above you to even think about pressing a kiss to it, so you took advantage of the situation.

The kiss made him blush and the red tint covering his cheeks made you giggle.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you closed your eyes. “Isn’t this nice?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Wish everyday could be like this.”

“Me too,” you whispered, looking up at the clone. “Me too, Wreck.”

The two of you sat there for as long as you could, content with just holding each other as you watched Omega skip rocks along the lake. And for once, the ever chaotic galaxy seemed to still to let you two have your moment.

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TECH: kisses on the nose

“Spanner wrench.” Tech’s hand stretched out towards you, waiting expectantly for the tool to be placed in his hand.

His head was under the control panel of the Marauder as he tried to recalibrate the controls after a particularly bad landing on the last mission. You volunteered to help him so Omega could go explore the town with the rest of the guys. But so far your “helping” had just consisted of handing him tools as you sat on the floor next to him.

You placed the tool in his hand, watching with amusement as his hand disappeared once again. It was the only part of him you’d seen for hours now.

“Tech?”

“Yes?”

“How much longer until the repairs are complete?” You questioned, leaning back on your forearms.

“Not much longer. Why?”

You shrugged, a smirk gracing your face. “Just wanted to know how much longer I have to go without seeing your handsome face.”

The clone froze mid motion, the spanner wrench almost slipping out of his grasp.

“Something wrong, handsome?” You asked, teasing lilt in your voice.

Finally, Tech removed his head from the control panel so he could look at you. His goggles were knocked askew and his nose was scrunched up like it always was whenever he didn’t understand something.

“Why are you calling me that?”

“Calling you what?” You blinked innocently, playing dumb.

“‘Handsome,’” he clarifies, eyebrows scrunching together. “You’ve never called me that before.”

You frowned and leaned towards the man, lightly kissing the tip of his nose. “Just because I’ve never called you that before doesn’t mean it isn’t true. You’re so unbelievably handsome.”

It took Tech a second before he got his bearings about him again. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, handsome,” you replied with a wink, kissing the tip of his nose again.

A faint smile made its way to his lips as he adjusted his goggles. “I happen to think you’re rather attractive as well.”

“Such a charmer,” you snorted.

“I am simply stating a fact. You are extremely attractive to the standards of many species across the galaxy.”

“And if it wasn’t a fact?” You teased.

“Then I’d still find you attractive,” he admitted, placing a hand over yours.

You felt heat creep up your neck at the admission. Although it wasn’t quite as romantic as the declarations of love you’d seen in the Holofilms, it was Tech’s own way of expressing his adoration of you. “Oh, Tech. I love you.”

“I am fond of you as well,” he responded, earning a light hit on the shoulder from you.

“Just fond?” You teased, faking a glare.

He smiled, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose, just as you’d done to him. “I love you.”

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ECHO: kisses on the finger

“Dank ferrik!” You hissed, pulling your hand away from the blade you had been cleaning.

It had been a bad battle with the Batch, resulting in you and your opponents getting up close and personal. Thankfully, the six of you had made it out without any damage. The only reminder of the battle was the blood smeared across your favorite viroblade.

Now you had cut your own finger while trying to clean it. You watched as your blood mixed with that of your opponents and grimaced. You stood and made your way to the door to go and wash the blood off, but a gentle hand grabbing your wrist made you pause.

“Cyar’ika, what did you do?” Echo asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Nothing,” you lied, heat crawling up your neck.

“So you didn’t just cut yourself?”

You frowned. You couldn’t get anything past Echo. Despite not having Hunter’s enhanced senses, he could always tell when something had happened to you.

“I’ll never understand how you can be so graceful with that knife in the field but so clumsy while cleaning it,” he chuckled. He was right, it wasn’t the first time you had cut yourself while trying to clean your blade. It was comical really that your only injury was due to your own clumsiness.

Jutting out your bottom lip just a little, you questioned, “Will you patch it up for me?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he replied with a smile. He placed his scomp on the small of your back and led you to the fresher.

Once you two were in the cramped room, he turned on the sink and placed your hand under the stream of cool water to rinse out the wound.

As you held your finger under the water, Echo retrieved a small bandage and bacta spray. “Give me your hand,” he ordered.

You did as he said and he turned off the water.

“This might hurt,” he warned, grimace crossing his face.

“I’ll be fine, Echo,” you assured the clone.

He nodded. “Alright. Three, two, one.”

At one, he sprayed the small cut with the bacta.

Although it was a small cut, the spray still caused a sting. You hissed quietly, making Echo look up at you with concern.

“‘M sorry, cyare,” he muttered.

“It’s alright,” you assured him. “I’ve been through worse.”

The clone offered you a weak smile before wrapping a small bandage around it. “There. Not too tight?”

You shook your head. “Nope. It’s perfect.”

He smiled. “Alright then, cyare, you’re all patched up.”

“I am?” You asked, tilting your head with a pout. “Because it still hurts.”

A worried frown made its way to his face. Now he was concerned that your small cut was something bigger. He immediately cupped your face with his hand. “What do you need?”

Your heart clenched at his concerned tone. You hadn’t meant to scare him.

“Cyare?”

“I’m okay, Echo. I promise. Just want you to kiss it better,” you admitted with a bashful smile.

A relieved chuckle escaped his lips. “That I can do.” Slowly, he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the pad of your cut finger.

You smiled at him. “Much better.”

With a small smirk, he pressed a kiss to the rest of your fingers. “I’m glad.”

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CROSSHAIR: kisses on the temple

Rain pelted the surface of the planet you were on. It was a simple extraction mission for Cid but the storm prevented you from taking off to deliver the package. For now, all you could do was sit and wait.

Most of the boys were trying to get some rest while you had the downtime, but you sat in the cockpit, watching the raindrops hit the ship as you sat perched on the lap of the resident sniper.

“I still don’t understand why you like this,” he mumbled, eyes trained on a water droplet as it ran down the glass.

“You don’t find it relaxing?” You asked. Watching the rain had always proven relaxing to you ever since you were young. During rainstorms you were able to forget the chaos and war as you watched the rain cleanse the planet.

Crosshair’s arms tightened around you as thunder rattled the ship. “Relaxing?”

“Yeah. Don’t you feel the peace that comes in with the rain?” You questioned, glancing at the hardened face of the sniper.

“No,” he replied, voice curt.

Laughing quietly, you brought a hand up to cover his eyes. “You’re too focused. Let go of yourself.”

The clone hummed in annoyance as his sight was blocked, yet he made no move to stop you. For anyone else, touching was completely off the table when it came to Crosshair. However, he made an exception for you and your soft touches, your gentle caresses. It filled your heart with joy that he allowed you to do something so few others got the opportunity to.

You let out a content sigh as you laid your head on his shoulder. “Just listen to the rain. Don’t think about anything else. Just think about how delicately the rain falls.”

“Delicate?” He asked. You could feel the way his brows creased in confusion under your hand as he continued. “A flower is delicate. A baby tooka is delicate. Rain is not delicate. Not when it’s storming like this.”

Just then, as if to prove his point, a loud crack of thunder sounded, shaking the ship.

You couldn’t miss the way Crosshair’s grip on you tightened just the slightest bit when the Marauder rattled. For a man so hardened by the war, you could only imagine what the thunder claps reminded him of.

Gently, you tilted your head and pressed a kiss to the scar on his temple. “It can’t hurt us in here.”

The clone sighed and nodded, but his body didn’t relax.

“And I’m right here,” you assured him, pressing another kiss to his temple. “And so are you.” Another kiss. “And it’s gonna be okay.”

As you kissed him for that fourth time, finally you felt his fingers uncurl from your hips just the slightest bit and a little bit of the tension slip away from his body.

“I love you,” he murmured. You could barely hear his voice above the rain hitting against the ship, but still you caught the rare affectionate words from the man.

“I love you, too.”

And those four words made the rain not seem as bad.

[stars-n-spice]

no you don't understand. I need the Bad Batch to have a happy ending. I need them all to make it out alive. I need them to all be together. I need them to be a family once again. I need them all alive, happy, healthy, thriving. I need them safe and healing and growing.

I need Hunter to be able to be at peace. To become what he so clearly wanted to be at the start of the series; a father. For him to have what he fought so hard for. To know that he's more than a soldier. I need him to be able to relax knowing his brothers, that Omega is safe and will forever be safe. I need need need him to have that peace. To have that kind of life. The life he didn't think he'd get, that no clone ever thought that they would get, but yet...And I need him to grow and learn from these mistakes and be that older brother for all of them I know he can be. Seeing him want a life different than what he was essentially made for that badly for him not to get it is going to absolutely destroy me.

I want Tech to come back. I want it so bad. I know Star Wars can't keep getting away with "killing a character and bringing them back" but what's doing it one more time? Am I biased because Tech is my second favorite Batcher? Yes. But listen, I just need him to return and be reunited with his family. I need him to see Crosshair again. I need him to see and be with Phee again. Yes the build up to his death was great and the send off with his goggles was, in my opinion beautiful, but I just really want him back. I miss him so much. He means so much to so many people and I just want to see him alive and well again.

I need Echo to come back and I need him to stay. Wrecker and Tech might be my favorites, but when it really comes down to it? Echo is my comfort character. When I'm upset and really struggling, what usually brings me back is thinking about what would Echo do? What would Echo say to me to get me through this? Echo means so so much to me and it hurts so much to see him reduced to a background character. It makes me think what even was the point of bring him back just to reduce him to what he is now? And I'm so so scared they're going to kill him off for shock value or to "explain" why he isn't with Rex in Rebels, but that's just so fucking stupid to me after having done nothing with his character since like the middle of season 2 of the Bad Batch. Bring him back, please. And let him be at peace for once too!! Goddammit, all this shit he's had to go through; getting fucking exploded, being a prisoner of war, losing Fives, losing his brothers because his chip malfunctioned, having to see what becomes of clones after everything they sacrificed for the galaxy-Like you already "killed". him off once, there's no need to do it again. Just bring him back and reunite him with the others, please.

I need Wrecker to get to have his family all together. On top of that, I need him to get the recognition he deserves for all that he does and has done. Omega might be the heart and soul of the team but Wrecker's the glue and arguably just as much as the heart and soul too. He's the protector, I'm sure he feels it's his responsibility to keep them together, to keep them safe. I want him to continue living his life knowing that he succeeded in doing so and now doesn't have to worry about something like that because they are safe. They're all together again and they're happy and they're safe. He can relax and enjoy what they used to have before it all went to shit. It's so obvious that he cares so much about his brothers and Omega in his own unique ways. Each of the members of the Batch have their own unique dynamics within each other, but it really seems like Wrecker is the one who has one with each of them. And yeah, he's my favorite so I'm going to be biased and I want him to make it out alive and I want him to be happy goddammit.

I need Crosshair to stay the fuck alive. I need him to continue to heal and grow and be back with his family again. I need him to be reassured and to feel safe and loved again. I cannot take another instance of a character who used to be so lost and broken finally getting healing and some peace only to sacrifice themselves again. To have someone go through so much only start to heal and then rip that away from them? I need him to be at peace. I need him to enjoy all that he's missed out on. I need to see him okay and content and healing and living. I don't think I can deal with seeing all of that being ripped away from him. Please just let the man be at peace for once in his fucking life. I am begging. You don't understand, he's healing; mentally, physically, he's getting better and to just,, take all of that away? Can't just ONE character please get a happy ending?? Like if any one of them deserve to see it through the end, it's him.

I need Omega to get the childhood she was cheated out of. I don't know how many times I've sat and thought about Omega only for me to burst out into tears. She's been isolated for nearly all of her life. At the most, she was free for two years out of her FOURTEEN years of existence. She went through ALL of that before the age Ashoka and Padmé were when they were just STARTING to go through the horrors. Yet she's remained so brave and so strong and so determined. She's endured and survived and I want her to thrive. I want her to have all her brothers together once again. I want her to grow up alongside them. I want her to be able to be a child for once. To experience life through those lenses. I don't want her to have to endure another loss.

I need to see this group of individuals who never really fit in have their place in the galaxy. I need to see them, all created with clear intents and purposes to fight in a war as cannon fodder find new purposes. I need to see these burnt-out kids catch a damn break for once. This family of neurodivergents who spent their entire lives either isolated or distant from everyone else because they were "different" and "special" get that well-deserved ending where they're all safe and happy and have a purpose and a place in the galaxy because fucking hell. I wanna know there's hope for me too.

just AAGUUHHH. I've never wanted a happy ending for anyone more than I want it for the Bad Batch.

[lightwise]

Random TBB Thoughts - S3 E1-3

I didn’t do full immediate reactions to the premiere episodes, so here’s some of my random thoughts about them now that I’ve rewatched.

- In Confined Omega asks Emerie where her brothers are—Emerie says she doesn’t know. Omega doesn’t know at the beginning that they managed to escape after being captured. She must find that out eventually bc otherwise she wouldn’t have known to send a message to Hunter and Wrecker when she and Crosshair finally escape.

- Emerie has no access to the outside, but all the other female scientists do (to the landing platforms). As a clone she’s very much a prisoner just like the rest of them even if she doesn’t fully categorize herself that way.

- Paths Unknown is very Lord of the Flies.

- Tech’s goggles 🥺🥺🥺

- Also seriously Hemlock, you thought creating a semi-sentient carnivorous plant creature WASN’T going to backfire on you??

- Why is Scorch the only clone commando who has kept his old colors? And where is the rest of Delta squad?

- Omega was dressed like Nala Se in season 1, now she’s dressed like Emerie.

- The music so far feels more like a soundscape and less like a soundtrack. It’s really beautiful (of course).

- These data pads everyone uses on Tantiss seem wildly inefficient and very large/cumbersome to me. How many times has somebody dropped one trying to pull it in and out of the wall slots??

- Batcher - such a good girl

- Crosshair - such a good boy (okay but seriously he’s never been hotter. Even in those uniform pajamas. The blue ones brought out his eyes better though).

- The snark. All of the snark. The sibling dynamics are at their peak.

- I would actually bet a lot of money there’s dead Jedi bodies in those capsules in the vault.

- I kinda wanted to see Omega steal the Emperor’s shuttle 🫣

- “Of course he did” sobbing forever.

[amalthiaph]

I took an interest in The Bad Batch around the tailend of S2. It's not news to Tumblr that I almost slept on this show. And I cannot thank Caleb Dume enough for being the reason why I pressed the play button for this one. While I haven't been around for most of its active run, and I wish I had been, the last year has been among the best months of my life.

This show challenged my morals, and taught me lessons that I will forever take with me.

Tech taught me to embrace and take pride in who I am. I now think that I am not something that needs to be cured. I needed to be understood and accepted. He taught me that we deserved to be loved and be allowed to live the way we want to (as long as we are not causing harm to ourselves or to others).

Hunter taught me that at the end of the day, we're all still humans. We make mistakes. We fail. But we can learn from them, and we can strive to be better. And I should also take care of my hair bec I cannot accept that a man in a galactic war have better hair than me (Okay, did you honestly think I'm gonna be serious this entire essay?)

Crosshair taught me that at the end of the day, we really are still humans. Sometimes, we make choices that not everyone will understand or agree to. Sometimes, we don't even understand our own choices. But we can learn from them, and we can strive to be better. And that I should also go to therapy bec istg my hand shakes like hell I always need to rely on a pen stabilizer when doing my artworks.

Wrecker taught me that in this world where we can be anything, always choose to be kind. He is a great man who would always be there for everyone, and I hope that one day, I can be that person too. He is afraid of heights, but he climbs and go on high places anyway. Like him, I should also start conquering my fears. Dear Wrecker, I did try conquering my fear of heights last March 9 but I can't. I will try again.

Echo taught me to always fight for the greater good. Almost two years ago, me and a group of people campaigned for a great tomorrow. With pink flags and pink balloons, we worked on our little thing I like to call our rebellion. Sadly, we lost. At times, I am thinking of just giving up bec that's democracy and I cannot go against the people's decision, but characters like Echo and the rest of Rogue One taught me that nothing should ever stop me for fighting for the people's rights and that my love for my fellow citizens should always come first before hatred.

And lastly, Omega taught me to be curious, or more likely to not be ashamed for being curious. Learn about the world. Learn about lots of things. We never know when we need it. While I could say be good at strategy and win 30 grand on card games, nahhh, I'm not that smart.

I also learned to reevalutate myself as an artist. This show taught me integrity. I had ranted about this lately but these characters challenged me in terms of art. I knew that the creators aren't best at proper representation. While I could draw them as they are in the show, I choose to stand for what is right, and represent them as properly as my skills could. In the more technical side, I became good at drawing armors. And this little Actors AU Draw Series taught me to be responsible; I tried my very best to create and post them on time. This increased my productivity.

But enough about me.

There's something I realized two nights ago; we, the fandom, are Bad Batchers ourselves. We can consider ourselves a family, but not one of us is the same and we're all interesting, and capable in our own unique ways. We can have our own opinion and stand about something and still coexist. Like our favorite charactera, we embrace and celebrate our differences.

This show may end. No more Bad Batch Eves, no more cryptic tweets that cause us to hyperventilate, no more Bad Batch Wednesdays but it will live on, through us.

I know there will be a day where we decrease in number, one by one, little by little, but still, the show will live on through our actions, our opinions, our choices we make after May 1, 2024 because I know that all of us were changed in some ways by these characters and this show.

To the crew, your cryptic tweets caused me sleepless nights, but thank you so, so much. It is through your hardwork that we had this wonderful show. Thank you for making every second of the past year so worthwhile and enjoyable for me and for everyone.

However this show will end, whether happy or sad, I am glad it happened. However short my time was with them, I am happy I had been here. However short my time with everyone in the fandom was or if some of you leave one day, still, thank you so much for being part of my life; I am so happy I met all of you.

To Clone Force 99, thank you. I've never loved anything like this before. May the Force be with you.

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Why I Love Crosshair- A Story About Persevering

I talk about Crosshair so much on my blog. With TBB ending in a few days, I wanted to share with y'all why he resonates with me so deeply. This show and these characters have touched the hearts of so many in this fandom. I'm curious, which Batcher has resonated with you? Anyways, here we go!

Crosshair's hot. That's it. I'm a simple woman. Moving on.

He's really freaking cool- I'm not gonna like, seeing Crosshair make those trick shots has me on the edge of my seat. It's just so much fun to watch someone do an incredible skill whether it's dance, playing music, or in Crosshair's case, take out several battle droids with one shot. I love it.

His character arc- Crosshair is one of the most interesting and complex characters I've met in recent years. I'm not going to lie, it's refreshing to see a really well-written morally grey character. Crosshair's one and only loyalty is to his family (plus a few others). He will do anything for them. However, Crosshair isn't drawn to some bigger cause like Echo or Omega are. From my POV, it's something interesting to think about. What makes a good person? How far is one willing to go for someone they love? At what point does that loyalty and love turn selfish or self-destructive? These are all questions that Crosshair's character brings up.

I also appreciate the love and passion put into his character. Jennifer and the team took their time to give Cross a proper redemption. It wasn't as simple as "Crosshair just flips on a dime" or "he dies proving he still loved them." No. The change had to come from Crosshair. Crosshair had to be the one to make the steps towards coming home. It had to be his choice and his choice alone, not something that was forced onto him. I really appreciate that tbh. People are so complex and we all make mistakes. Crosshair made some pretty bad choices (not that he was 100% in control). Still, he had to figure things out for himself and when he was ready, he decided to come home.

His story- Crosshair's story is one of struggle and persevering in my eyes. "The Outpost" is one of the best depictions of what it's like to struggle with mental health. It's why I love it so much. I see a lot of myself in Crosshair. So often, it's much easier to just lie down and quit. But Crosshair doesn't quit. No. He fights. He fights so hard and in the end, he makes it. To see Crosshair come home after so long meant the world to me. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. You can and will make it. And he didn't do it alone. Omega continued to be a light in his life. Crosshair reminds me to never give up. Even when it all seems impossible, we need to keep going and there is hope for the future. When he meditates with Omega, I almost cried. That episode reminded me of my mom because she's constantly encouraging me and supporting me. She always tells me that I have to be the one to help myself. It's difficult and she will be there, but I can't just expect things to fix themselves. Similarly, Omega told Crosshair that he needed to help himself. I don't think I've ever related to a SW character as much as I have with Crosshair.

Crosshair has taught me so much about myself. Through him, I've learned that there's a lot going on in my head that I need to work on. I realized why S1 Hunter pissed me off so much. Because like Cross, there are times at home where I feel like no one listens. He taught me to keep going, to keep fighting, especially in times of great uncertainty. Crosshair and Omega's relationship shows just how special the impact of one person can have. I see their relationship reflected in my life in many ways. There's so much more I can say about Cross, but we would be here forever lol.

I am so grateful for Crosshair. I am so grateful for his story. He might be just a character, but he's really helped me tackle some rough times in my life. I love him with all my heart and will forever be thankful to TBB team for bringing his story to life.

Thank you DBB, Jen, Brad, Michelle, and everyone on TBB team. Thank you for everything ❤️

[pizza-writes]

Worried

A Bad Batch one shot

Summary: When y/n is injured, they try to hide the severity of it, causing the boys to panic when it’s worse than they realized.

Pairings: None. Implied attraction to Hunter because, well, he’s hot.

Warnings: SFW. Broken bone, nausea, passing out. Doctor Tech. Comforting Wrecker. Also Guilty Wrecker. Comforting Hunter. Sassy Crosshair. Concerned Hunter. You know—the necessities of a hurt/comfort oneshot.

Word count: 2.5k

Disclaimer: this was originally posted on my other account @thereforepizza

if there’s anything else y’all see that needs tagged, please lmk and I’ll gladly tag it here !

Consciousness stirred you awake with a hesitant hand. You groaned, setting both feet on the floor and rubbing your eyes. If there were ever a day you wished you might forget, yesterday was it, yet the memory came back to you in an instant. The darkness. A shuttering breath. One mistake after another.

You made your body move, though each sore, aching muscle protested. With an effort, you got to your feet. Your right leg gave out. Cool, metal floor boards slapped your hands. Your lips loosed a whimper. Shaky, you got up, and a hand found the far wall for balance.

You caught your breath, wincing.

The next attempt to stand on two feet left you grimacing, acid rising from your stomach. This nausea plagued you from the moment of your injury. When you had risen from your place under the stones, you had instantly lost the contents of your stomach. This struck the entire squad by surprise because you possessed a stomach of steel. They brought you back to the ship and you passed out the moment your head hit the pillow of the lowest bunk. It wasn't your bunk, you realized, but nobody cared. The last thing you remembered was seeing the look of concern in Tech's eyes your focus waned. Looking back, it takes a lot to get Tech frazzled, so something must have been wrong.

Something was very wrong.

As your mind raced, your heart begged to be with the batchers. Something in your soul could sense that you needed to get their attention. If not that, then at least be near them. Tech could fix you. Hunter could comfort your fears. Wrecker could distract you. Crosshair… well, he might not appear to care, but you knew he’d want to do something.

You tried to stand again without being as gentle. Perhaps the mundane ache would be drowned out if you experienced something sharp and quick. You pushed against the wall and tears blinded you. You found your footing. Caught your breath. Fighting the urge to cry out, you limped through the cabin of the Marauder.

Every step made you sicker. Your fists balled at your sides. The pain was masked by numbness and an ache that crept clear to your shoulders as you moved. Perhaps your reaction was dramatized… Pride donned the poker face you plastered on as you sauntered into the cockpit. A last second call said they didn't need to see you wimping out on them.

"That's precisely my interpretation of the data, Hunter. We will deplete our stock of supplies in..." Tech trailed off, squinting at your newly arrived form. You nodded a greeting and found a seat, uncomfortably aware of the four sets of eyes on you.

"Go on,"

Tech adjusted his goggles. “You should be resting.”

"I'm not wasting that much energy, am I?"

He frowned at you, then at his beloved data pad. "We will deplete our supplies in two weeks. It is time we return to Kamino to regroup and restock any items that are low in our inventory."

"How long has it been?" Hunter glanced at you.

"According to each solar—"

"A long time," you hummed. You leaned forward on your elbows in an attempt to distract your mind. "I estimate two and a half months."

Tech paused, gears grinding. “You are almost correct. Two months and nineteen days. How'd you know that?"

A shrug and tilt of your head. “Good internal clock."

"My internal clock says we've been gone for forever!" Wrecker leaned back in his chair and you swore you heard it creak. "I almost lost track a how many successful missions we've done. Don’t you worry, though. It’s twenty-nine.”

Your hand slipped to a fresh bruise on your forearm.

“If it hadn’t been for someone’s recklessness, we would have had thirty.”

Wrecker’s voice sounded strained. “Shut up, Crosshair. It was an accident!”

You stood atop a hut raining hell on the droids around you. The mission’s end was in sight. The town’s liberation close at hand.

“Sure.” Crosshair’s voice turned cool. “But accidents happen when you’re too reckless.”

Boom

Hunter hushed them. “That’s enough, Cross. Arguing about it won’t change what happened.”

Misfire from a destroyed cannon did its job. The surface dissolved under you. Your fall was brief. Wrecker lifted a wall from you only minutes later. When you stood, the world danced, and not in a pleasant way. You threatened to shoot Tech when he tried to look over you for injuries. You pushed away Wrecker’s attempts at apology—claiming he had nothing to do with it even if he was the catalyst. On your way back to the shuttle your mind replayed a single, wistful phrase: ‘I’m not hurt.’

"How you holding up?"

You looked at Hunter. His eyes bored into yours. The question was aimed at you.

He let out a deep breath. “Thought we’d lost you there for a minute."

Your frown traveled to take in each of the batchers. They shared the same expression: concern. It sent you curling up into your seat.

“I was thinking.”

"I do not wish to alarm you…” Tech hesitated and looked at Hunter.

"You look sick. Your face is pale." Crosshair leaned forward. His serious tone made your heart drop.

Wrecker sat up. “You good, y/n?”

Your trademark tough shell shifted. "Wh—what?"

"Are you okay?" Hunter got up and closed the distance between you. "Be honest. Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, Sarge.”

The look in his eye spoke enough for you to admit defeat. Of course he would know. He could probably smell the blood.

"I believe it is necessary to examine you further.” Tech’s message was stately. You stood no chance arguing. "Crosshair, please take the controls.”

An extended hand grounded your scattered mind. You glanced up at Hunter. "Where we going?"

"To the back. Tech wants to check you."

"I uh… I heard that.” You hopped to your feet and everything went black.

You drew a sharp breath. The bunk above you shadowed your eyes. Head foggy, you took in the room. Hunter leaned against the wall, arms folded, scowl engrained in the skull adorning his face. Unmoving, he studied the floor.

You motioned to move and Hunter whispered. "Stay there, y/n."

He passed over to the bunk and pushed your feet back to the middle of the bunk before your mind caught up. The wealthy of Coruscant were more in tune with their surroundings than you. You bid your eyes close, and sleep greeted you again with far softer arms.

You awoke to the sound of two distant voices.

"She will need more rest, but we cannot wait to set it."

"Do you know how to do that?"

A beat. "I have read extensively on the topic. I have never needed to preform the operation, but I believe my knowledge is sufficient."

"Then do it. I reckon you'll need more local anesthetics?"

"No need. The supplies from this med-kit will work."

A sigh. Hunter’s voice softened. “Please don't get this wrong, Tech."

"They will be okay. Don't worry."

His gentle hand pushed your shoulder and you drew a breath, slowly coming from a sleep you didn’t know you’d fallen into. A frown mushed your face.

"Good morning, y/n.” Hunter hummed with a smile in his voice.

Your lips failed to formulate an intelligent reply, so you mumbled your similar return.

"Since we don’t have the right equipment, we need you to be awake so we can test these pain killers. Once we're sure they work, you can relax."

You nodded. "What is it?"

"You broke your... Tech, which bone is it?"

"The Tibia,"

"You broke your Tibia. Shin bone. We need to reset the bone so it doesn’t fuse wrong on the way back to Kamino."

"Do you feel this, y/n?"

A moment of confusion was followed by your looking down at Tech. He pressed on your exposed shin with a couple gloved fingers. The pressure didn't cause any reaction, but the sight of your wounded leg did. Fascinated, you wanted to touch it.

"No, no—lay back down." Hunter pushed you back onto the bed.

"Do you feel this?" You frowned down at Tech, wondering why he'd repeat his question when it struck you. His hand rested on another part of your leg. Satisfied, he turned to his datapad.

"I don't feel any of that. Is that bad?"

"Quite the opposite."

You caught Hunter’s shoulders relax. He turned to you and you met his eyes without a sound. A reassuring smile crossed his lips and you caught yourself thinking about just how handsome this man was. It took a moment to pull you back. Then you heard what he was saying to you.

"You can relax. We'll take it from here."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You were already embracing the darkness. A long time passed, you couldn't be sure how long. When you finally came to, you found yourself drifting away again. This became common until one time, you were able to hold onto a relative instance of consciousness. The dim room shifted as you sat up and scooted to lean your back against the wall.

This was not the Marauder.

Slow eyes scanned the disastrous room, hesitating on the fresh tally marks carved into the wall. They moved to the droid head on a table in the center of the space where Tech and Hunter sat. Eventually your gaze drifted to the pile of dirty blacks and then to the window that was pelted with large raindrops. You hadn't been on Kamino in a long time.

"Glad to see you awake.” Hunter greeted you, setting aside the armor he had been polishing.

"It hasn't been two weeks already, has it?" You noted that Crosshair and Wrecker were gone. "Tech said two weeks."

"It's been three days actually," he moved to lean over your... his bed. Resting his arm on the wall above the rather large alcove, he looked down at you. From there he went into the lame-man’s explanation of your surgery. It wouldn’t take long to heal, so the squad would head out in a few short rotations.

"The operation would have gone better if you were transparent about the extent of your injury." Tech had both elbows resting on the table and he looked up from the data pad in hand. He paused, eyes darting to the side. "On a… similar note: I should have recognized the symptoms immediately. Nausea and fatigue following a traumatic event are trademark symptoms of serious injury. I assumed that you were exhausted from the mission or perhaps angry at Wrecker. Had I been more thorough..."

"Hey.” You waited until his eyes met yours. "Don't blame anyone. We’re not gonna start that. I’m not upset at you for anything because it was out of your control. You were respecting my wishes to be left alone.”

A heavy sigh left his lips and he bobbed his head in agreement. "My apologies. When you fell in that building I knew it had to be worse than you let on."

Hunter frowned. "None of us realized how bad it was till you passed out in the cockpit."

Your chest grew heavy. "I'm sorry. I should've been more forthright."

"We forgive you. I want you to know that we care, y/n." You found Hunter's dark eyes. "Please tell us next time if you need help."

A beat followed before you nodded. "I will."

A minute later, the door hissed open and in came Wrecker shoving Crosshair. The sniper punched him in the gut and Wrecker grunted, swinging again. Cross dodged it easily. Hunter coughed pointedly. They both paused, staring your way. An enormous smile struck Wrecker and he clamored over to you like a little kid. Your entire body was buried in huge arms.

"How are you doing, y/n?" He held you at arms length and looked at you, brows stitched together. "I was worried sick!"

"I'm doing good, Wreck. I am pretty tired though." You stole a glance at Crosshair who stood near the door toothing a toothpick. "Apparently I have a good poker face.“

The sniper huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smile. You turned back to the large man who moved next to Hunter. His arms crossed and you caught a look come over him. His shoulders were a little more slouched than normal and after his initial reaction to seeing you, his brows furrowed at the ground.

“It’s come to my attention that there’s a bit of guilt going around you boys,” you said, trying not to directly aim your words at any of them. “But I want you to know that fretting over the past won’t make anything change. It won’t fix me. You know what will? Good vibes and a decent breakfast.”

Hunter smiled at them. “What do you say, boys? One of you wanna grab ‘em some grub?”

Wrecker whooped in approval and the others followed him to the door while Hunter stayed behind. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"You not going to eat?"

He shook his head. "I ate before they got up."

You hummed.

Steady raindrops filled the silence that ensued. The empty look in Hunter's eyes drew your observance. He stared at nothing, all the while looking at the galaxy. Those were the eyes of a burdened leader. You wondered if he knew he did this from time to time.

"Are you okay?"

The light reignited in his eyes and he turned his focus to you. "I will be,"

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. “What's up?"

He hesitated, eyeing the floor. "Just... when you passed out? I haven't lost any of my brothers in this squad. For a second, I thought I was going to lose you. I've never really let myself think about that before."

The expression on his face when you had woken a few days ago spoke a novel when paired with those words. Every mission that went well grew confidence in the boys. You saw this consistently. That confidence probably shattered the moment they realized one of them could get hurt. Did all of them feel the same fear?

That image made your heart race. You imagined their reaction when you failed to hide your pain. The thought of their worry plagued you. It was... mortifying.

"But you made it," he whispered. “And you're alright."

"I am,"

It took half an hour for the others to return. When they did, you found yourself watching them in a new light. Truly, these boys were different. You knew you'd be in good hands while you recovered from this inconvenient injury. The best part was that you'd have four... well, three really caring clones to keep your spirits up as you did so.

//~//~//

Thanks for reading!

Please reblog and comment to show support! At the end of these one shots I like to have a question to boost interactions—feel free to respond!

Q. Have you ever broken a bone? If so, would you be interested in sharing the story?

A. Nope! I've been close a time or two, but I have yet to break any bones

Masterlist

[timetodiverge]

The Bad Batch Season 3, Episode 4: Dad and the Dog He Said He Didn't Want

(mild) spoilers

Puppy helping dad with his chores

Puppy trying to get to dad

"You're the one who wanted this damn puppy!"

Dad putting puppy outside

Dad starting massacre to rescue puppy

Dad and puppy re-united

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 10 omg and 10 days until s3 👀

Lets go batchers 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x06

I love reading the aurebesh signs hehe

Omega nearly takes out a stranger and literally goes "teehee oopsie" I love her sm

Echo teaching her how to shoot 🥺

HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER 😭

Wrecker: "not exactly a natural is she" Hunter: *vague nod/shrug thing* 💀

I'd love to shoo cid out of the bar "scram" @ cid

Tech is playing arcade games !!!! 👀

"I assume you know what a tactical droid is" *3 voted yes, Omega voted no, Tech panicked*

I used to think cid telling the batch they work for her was a kinda funny scene but rewatching it now knowing what I know it just infuriates me 😡

"weak noodle arms" SHES JUST A BABY

"this old trick?" hehe like the one Han did in ESB 👀

"that's your plan? fly there, land, hope they don't spot us and walk in the door?" ~ Obi-Wan about Anakin's plan - me pretending Echo learned this from Anakin 🥺

poor Wrecker with heights, he's so brave fr I'm very proud 💕

"nighty night" 🤣

everyone is probably gonna hate me for saying this buuuuttt... I kinda wanna see more Martez sisters after this episode lol

Rafa: "grab a weapon" Omega: "I had one 😑"

y'all the banter between Hunter and Rafa 👀 the way he walks behind her with both blasters out

THE FLIP AND ROLL OMEGA DOES TO GRAB THE DROID HEAD !!!

"thanks" hehehe she's so cheeky

sibling banter

YOU'VE GOT THIS WRECKER 👑

Wrecker hits his head count: 7 👀

and he just got shot in the same place on his shoulder for the third time 🙃

"Good soldiers-" screaming sobbing exploding into another dimension

HELP HER TRACE

Omega screaming for Hunter 😭

plus Hunter's "hang on Omega!" *checking myself into therapy*

Hunter literally swinging in to save Omega like he's tarzan 👑

that "thank you" was SO sincere I'm going to go cry my eyes out forever

Trace grabbed Omega to pull her behind her 🥺

Rafa: "I still don't like you" Hunter: "I'm used to it" 🥲😂

okay but Wrecker fighting the chip, hearing Tech calling for him sounding so concerned, then Crosshair desperately saying "good soldiers follow orders" is incredibly painful to hear... but it's like he's hearing his brothers both desperately calling him to them, Crosshair's voice is like the chip trying to activate, he's frustrated and confused which is probably exactly how Wrecker feels right now, and Tech's voice is trying to bring Wrecker back away from the chip 🥲 like they're both tugging at his brain to go different directions or smth idk I'm emotional about them always

"is there an echo in here?" "Yes, I'm Echo" *salutes* he's just so silly and goofy and I know the domino squad is absolutely cackling rn 😂

Tech's little swirly flip of the datastick like Hunter does with his knife makes me think Tech can also use Hunter's knife and that is something I would love to see pls

Trace has her arm around Omega again! 🤲

Tech is so sneaky hehe

Omega: "it's all about tuning out distractions" SEE CID SHE TOOK ECHOS ADVICE AND NOW SHE'S FINE pfft "weak noodle arms" NO MA'AM

R7 💕💕💕

Omega is so excited about being in a seedy area lmaooo

Omega and Rafa waving at each other as they leave 🥺

Hunter talking about the right reasons I am feeling emotions again

hmm I wonder who this mysterious person on the holo could possibly be 🤔🤔🤔

yayyyy episide 6 done y'alls 💕 thanks for joining again ilysm

I'm going to be doing a lot more hehe because I was super busy for a few days and now my timing is off 🙃

see y'all next time for when the fit hits the shan 🤟

[zoeykallus]

Hiii !! Omg i absolutely LOVE your writing and creativity!! It's my first time asking a request so i hope it is okay.. 😅. I just finished reading your headcanon fic of the batchers + Howzer telling reader about what certain words in Mando'a mean... Totally at your convenience and leisure - What do you think TBB's (and any other clones you may want to add) reactions would be if reader replied back in mando'a any generic conversation? (ie: in the case that the clones didn't know that the reader could understand/speak mando'a)? ... sorry i hope this makes sense, no worries if not!

Either way - i appreciate you and your writing so much!! ♡

Aloha!

Thank you kindly! Very first or just the first request addressed at me?

*giggles* I like the idea. I guess some of them would be pretty nervous or embarrassed, depending on what they say. And please forgive, I'm using online dictionaries and translators for this, because I still know nothing about mando'a 😅

It's not much text, yet it still took what feels like forever... I hate mando'a now 😅

Minus Howzer because I ran out of ideas and mando'a, and I didn't want to reuse stuff, sorry! 😭

The Bad Batch x F!Reader Fluff HC's - Busted!

Pre Relationship/Fluff

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Hunter

As you enter the cockpit, Hunter and Crosshair are having a conversation. You greet them, stand next to the co-pilot seat, and look out into the lights of hyperspace.

What you don't notice is that Hunter is watching you, dreamily and thoughtfully.

Crosshair asks him, "Meg cuyir ibac di'kutla haa'taylir bat gar troan?"

Hunter frowns, but then smiles unperturbed and says, "Ner kar'ta laaran tion'tuur Ni haa'taylir kaysh"

You pause, feeling warmth rise in your cheeks. You turn to him and when he sees your expression, his eyes grow wide, and he holds his breath for a moment. He suspects that he has just given himself away.

"Me'ven?" you ask.

Hunter's eyes grow even wider, almost coming out of his head.

You say, "Crosshair just asked you; what's the matter with your face? And you said that your heart is singing when you see me"

"Stupid face", Crosshair corrects smugly.

"Um… well, um...", Hunter stammers, not knowing what to do now.

Crosshair smirks and says, "Gotcha."

Hunter's gaze shoots over to him, "You knew she spoke mando'a?"

"I sure did," the Sniper says dryly.

Hunter jumps up out of his seat and says, "Did you hear that? I think Omega just called for me!"

He rushes to the cockpit door, but it closes in his face.

"What the hell…."

He turns around to see that the Sniper has his finger on the console. Crosshair has closed the door.

"I don't think so," he mutters in amusement and leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head.

"Di'kut," Hunter growls, then his gaze drifts to you, and he murmurs softly, "Oh boy…"

Me'ven? - Huh? Excuse me? What? (General expression of bewilderment or disbelief)

Echo

Echo watches you while you sit outside and enjoy the silence, eyes closed, face tilted towards the sun. It is a wonderful, free day that you enjoy in peace. And Echo enjoys the sight of you.

Wrecker whispers to him, "You shouldn't stare like that, eventually she'll notice."

Echo says unconcernedly in normal volume audible to you, "Ibic dala cuyir mesh'la. Ni liser't gaa'taylir bic. Ni mirdir Ni kar'taylir darasuum kaysh"

Your heart beats faster, you get all warm, and it's not the sun. You look in his direction, see how shy Echo looks at you, that sweet smile. You smile back and realize that he didn't mean for you to understand what he just said; This woman is so beautiful. I can't help it. I think I love her.

Your smile widens, and you say, "Vor'e, Echo!"

His smile freezes and he seems paler than usual.

Wrecker laughs softly and says, amused, "I told you she'd find out."

Echo grumbles quietly to him, "I didn't know she understood the language!"

Wrecker shrugs lightly and says, "Well, now you do."

You continue to smile at him, your heart racing. Echo laughs nervously.

"So you understood what I was saying?"

You nod and answer, "Yes."

He tugs at the collar of his blacks like it's suddenly too tight.

"We should probably talk about this… right?" he asks, slowly moving closer.

When you say, "I'd love to," color comes back to his cheeks.

Vor'e! - Thanks!

Wrecker

Just as you enter the cockpit, Wrecker and Echo are sitting together talking.

"You should talk to them," Echo says.

Wrecker looks up, sees you and seems startled at first, but then he smiles.

He says to Echo, "Ni'm chaabar be debaan."

Echo sighs and says, "Sooner or later you have to say something, otherwise you'll always be in the dark"

Echo leaves the cockpit, and you are alone with Wrecker. The giant looks at you shyly.

You ask him, "Who would turn you down?"

"What?" asks Wrecker, startled.

"You just told Echo on mando'a that you were afraid of rejection. Who would reject you?"

Wrecker stares at you, not expecting you to understand the language. He takes a long moment to collect himself. But finally he sighs, takes heart, and looks directly at you.

"You."

You blink in surprise.

"I don't understand, in what way should I reject you?"

Wrecker says softly, "Um, I have a crush on you."

At first you're flabbergasted, but then you smile and feel all warm. You step closer to him and your hand gently rests on his cheek.

"Oh Cyar'ika, I feel the same."

Wrecker's eyes widen, then he beams at you.

"Really?"

As you nod, he leans toward you and gently presses his lips to yours.

Tech

You've been working together in the engine room all day. In the last few days, you've spent a lot of time with Tech, and somehow he's been acting differently toward you for a while.

"Tech?"

"Yeah?"

You take a deep breath and ask what's been on your mind, "Lately, something seems to be on your mind. You've been acting differently toward me. Is there something wrong? Did I upset you or something?"

Tech blinks in surprise and says, "You noticed that?"

With a nod, you sigh softly as you realize there really is something going on.

Tech puts his work train aside and says, "You didn't do anything wrong."

With a frown, you ask him, "Then what is it?"

Tech blinks, his eyes wandering nervously around the room.

"It's hard to explain," he finally says.

"Even for you?" you ask with a small smile.

Tech smirks.

"You give me too much credit, I'm afraid," he says with a soft laugh.

You ask him gently, "Would you at least try?"

Tech swallows, then nods.

"There's a statement on mando'a that sums up well what's going on with me right now. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

You stare at him. He just said he loves you.

Tech sees your face and his eyes get big.

"Please tell me you don't speak mando'a."

"Ner kar'ta laaran," you say a little breathlessly.

Tech's cheeks turn red. He blinks several times, avoiding your gaze, and when he looks at you again, he smiles nervously and shyly.

"May I kiss you?" he asks softly.

"I request it."

Ner kar'ta laaran - My heart sings

Crosshair

You are alone with Crosshair on the Marauder. As always, it's pretty quiet, he doesn't talk much. You like him a lot, but you can't fully understand him and honestly, you don't know how he thinks about you.

As you clean the cockpit together, you say, "You always call your brothers by nicknames."

Crosshair looks up briefly and says, "Yeah. So?"

"I think you called Hunter di'kut, several times, and the rest mostly vod or ori'vod".

The Sniper nods but looks at you urgently.

"I still don't know what you're getting at".

You smile shyly and say, "Can't you give me a nickname too?"

Crosshair pauses, thinks for a moment, then shrugs.

"I already call you Kitten, don't I?"

You nod in agreement and say, "I kind of like that too."

Crosshair smirks smugly.

"But I want one in another language too".

The Sniper rolls his eyes, but it's not condescending, more amused.

"So the lady wants a nickname in mando'a too?"

You nod eagerly and look at him expectantly.

Crosshair says, "I don't understand why. You don't understand the language anyway, but have it your way. I'll call you Cyare from now on."

You hold your breath as you collect yourself and as he looks at you questioningly you say, "Crosshair, I understand mando'a very well."

"Oh… That's awkward."

You grin.

"You don't have to be shy, cyar'ika" you say, amused.

Crosshair grumbles, "I feel like I've been tricked".

You laugh, "Could be because you've been tricked."

Crosshair throws his rag at you which you barely dodge. Laughing, you run off, and he chases after you.

"Come here, you wicked thing!" he calls after you, more or less amused.

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[heyclickadee]

I really want to know what the dynamic in the batch is going to look like once everyone is reunited and reconciled with each other after season three(1).

This doesn’t mean I think they’re never going to be whole or a family again, because I think they absolutely will be. And I’m not even saying that they’re going to all go their separate ways forever or that things between everyone are too broken because, well, this is the eucatastrophe franchise about hope and family, and in Star Wars nothing good is ever so broken as to be beyond repair. I think they’re going to be together, more or less. I even think we’re going to see them united in a cause to some extent.

But that doesn’t mean they’re going to be together all the time.

Part of the batch’s story so far has been a little bit of each of them coming into their own. Leaving the GAR and taking in Omega, or, in Crosshair’s case, staying on his own, has forced all of them to expand beyond their roles on the team. I’d argue that each of them is more themselves now than they’ve ever been, and I expect that trend to continue into season three. They’re individual people, and part of that means there are going to be times when one of them wants something different than the others do; and given the way the batchers tend to respect each other’s agency, I expect that when one of them wants something else, they’re free to go and come back as they please. And there’s something kind of powerful about that.

And then, of course, there’s the flip side of each of them becoming more themselves as the show goes on. Being more themselves, having to expand beyond their assigned roles, exploring the galaxy and gaining a better understanding of what they really like and want, means that when they are together, and if they choose to be together at the end of the series, it’s because they really want to be. And there’d be something really powerful about that, too. So I do think that we will see them together, emotionally at least, even if they’re not always physically in the same place (though I do think they’re going to end up physically in the same place a lot of the time).

But things are never going to be the same when they are together.

They’ve all been through too much. That sort of devil-may-care fratboy dynamic from the Bad Batch arc isn’t coming back. They’re all different people and, post season two, they’re kind of all living out their personal nightmare scenarios, and that’s going to change them even more. It doesn’t mean they can’t still work as a team; I’m betting they can. They might even work better as a team than before. And it doesn’t mean they’re relationships are going to end up cold or distant; if anything, I think there’s a chance these people are going to end up loving each other all the more fiercely in the end, because now they know what losing each other is like(2). They might end up stronger as a family and as a team in the end. Things might end up better than they were. It’s just not going to be the same.

1. I guess I should put an “if” in there, but I really do think that’s what’s going to happen.

2. I kind of think that we’re going to see them even a little more broken up than they are now before they get back together. Like. We might see a scenario where Echo and then Wrecker have to go off and do other things for a minute, and then Hunter ends up on his own for an episode and finally has that breakdown he’s clearly been staving off since about episode one.

[a-lil-perspective]

now I imagine the bad batch when their wives are sick.

no, but honestly, Crosshair and Dee owe my heart

Mine too. :’)

Yo I love this!! (Sorry it’s taken my forever lol ye ought to know by now how ridiculous I am) Let’s talk about the Batchers when their wives are sick—

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Hunter: He’s vehemently assuring Cyare not to worry about a thing, he’s got the kids, just rest and relax. He kisses her forehead. He knows she’s strong and she’ll be just fine. So he tries not to dwell on it too much. Of course he’ll go and check up on her periodically with food, water, medicine, (a visit from the littles :)) encouraging her to stay hydrated.

When he walks in to find her sleeping soundly, he smiles to himself and kneels by her bedside, stroking her clammy forehead, taking her feeble hand in his own and just being in total adoration of her and everything she is and has given him. On some scale, to Hunter, love is the actually the best medicine.

Wrecker: He makes quite a fuss bless his heart. He hates seeing his lady in any discomfort! He’s frantic, asking Tech for advice and for the proper medicine and just a bit catastrophizing everything lol and being absolutely at her beck and call. She assures him on numerous occasion that she’ll be fine, but it just breaks his heart. :( He insists on carrying her around everywhere during this time. The wife thinks it’s a bit overkill, but she’s certainly not gonna complain about being cushioned so soundly by her brawny, lovable husband.

Tech: Mr. Know-It-All is ready and on standby. He’s got this in the bag. With a quick research, he can pinpoint her exact ailment—

To Tech it’s seemingly not a big deal, although it is, admittedly, jarring at first. He’s a soldier, a genetically enhanced one at that. He doesn’t get sick. Seeing someone so close to him fall ill…

He quickly shakes himself from his thoughts.

But the wife can see the little concerned furrow of his brow, hidden behind big goggles and an even bigger brain. She reaches out and halts his current medical rambling, settling her hand on his.

“Tech. Don’t worry, okay? Everything’s fine. Just let it run its course.”

Tech’s shoulders visibly relax then, a small smile gracing his face as he accepts her most reasonable conclusion. “Yes, I believe you’re right.” He kisses her head. “Rest, cyare.”

Crosshair: He doesn’t have much of an immediate reaction upon finding out she’s ill. He’s definitely concerned but he’ll never let it show.

But actions speak louder than words.

He never leaves her bedside. He’s there when she wakes, no matter what time of day or night it is, when she fades in and out of sleep, he’s there. He’s always there.

She reaches for him weakly.

He takes her hand in his, and his features crumble as he presses a kiss to her warm palm. He’s never gonna leave her. He knows rest is the most important thing she needs right now, so he lets her be and keeps a close eye, though he does his best to get some fluids in her to keep her strength up in periods of awake. Crosshair, he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure she gets better.