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[clone-anon]

CROSSHAIR IN SEAON 3 IM ACTUALLY SO DEAD WE GOT BIG BROTHER CROSS

I thought we would get some big brother Crosshair content this season, but I am thrilled we are getting much more than I could have hoped for!

Here's a little blurb with big brother Crosshair x Pabu kid.

Crosshair noticed every time you helped someone around the island. Someone was down and needed company? You were there. Someone needed a babysitter? You were there, making sure the parents could get some away time. Someone needed help moving crates? You were the first to volunteer with as much gusto as Wrecker, despite your smaller size.

He sat under a tree, leaning against a wall, arms and ankles crossed with his eyes closed. You walked by on your way home. It'd been a long day trying to find something to do, or if someone needed help.

"You don't have to do everything for everyone, you know." It was more than you'd ever heard him say.

"I know," you replied. You searched him, but it took a moment for him to open his eyes and look at you. He nodded to the empty space on the bench next to him and you sat down.

"You're still a kid," he said.

"From what I understand, you never got to be a kid. What do you know about it?"

Crosshair looked a little hurt, despite your question being steeped in genuine curiosity.

"You should get to be a kid."

"I didn't mean to upset you," you replied.

He shook his head in understanding and his eyes softly regarded you. You thought for a moment before responding.

"I guess I just want to be useful. I don't really have anyone anymore and want to do my part now that I'm in this community."

"You don't have to prove your usefulness," he said. It was a lesson he was having to learn himself.

The next morning he, Omega, and Batcher showed up at the home you shared with some other refugees. Crosshair smiled and nodded toward the beach. Omega packed some food and it was going to be a beach day. Naps in a hammock, wading in tide pools, swimming, and playing. Even Crosshair got in on the playing, splashing and pretending to be overly irritated when splashed. It was the first of many days with your new siblings. Sometimes, working could wait.

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Heyo!!! It's Chopper (again. What can I say? I'm addicted to your writing)

Could you do a Crosshair x Male reader where the reader tries to top but gets too flustered so Crosshair takes over? (I don't know where this idea came from but I can't write sexy shit to save my fuckin life-😅)

Topping

Crosshair x M!Reader

Word Count: 1098

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, unprotected PiA, brief handjob, blowjob, kissing, reader gets flustered, dirty talk, some foreplay (story starts at the end of foreplay), aftercare

A/N: I'm glad you like my writing! I tried to follow the prompt. Established relationship, Crosshair knows what he wants and we love that for him, but he wants you to say what you want too. Definitely some soft!Crosshair here

You stood along the side of the bed and looked down at Crosshair. He let you take the lead for the first time and was more than happy to let you treat his body with affection. You took your time and tried to help both of you relax. It wasn’t that he insisted on being in charge, but you were comfortable as a bottom. 

He held his thighs up and grinned at you in anticipation. You swallowed as you gazed down at his form and rubbed circles around this hole with your thumb. You nearly shook, leaning forward and kissing his chest with the head of your cock pressed against his entrance. You hoped your nervousness didn’t show, but it never got passed his eyes. 

“Something wrong?” he asked. “You don’t like having me spread out for you?” he asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You know that’s not true,” you said, trying to control your breathing.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he said sincerely, trying to encourage you.

You wanted him, wanted to feel him and bury yourself inside him. You wanted to watch him sigh at the feeling the same way you felt when he was on top of you. You wanted to kiss his chest and hold him as you fucked, but somehow the words wouldn’t come out. 

“I… I want you.”

“You have me,” he replied, arching his hips in an effort to encourage you to press inside him.

Your eyes searched his. You weren’t exactly good at taking on this role, but didn’t want to let him down. Your hands ran over his thighs and rested on top of his hands. You felt stuck there like you couldn’t stop looking at him and couldn’t quite take the plunge.

Crosshair let go of his legs and sat up, resting on his elbows. He wordlessly reached forward and ran his fingers around your jaw and kissed your lips. He didn’t break eye contact and you smiled at him, feeling your heart swell. It wasn’t a scrutinizing look. He simply observed and tried to gauge what you both needed.

“Maybe I’m not good at this,” you whispered.

He shook his head, eyebrows knitting briefly. 

“Do you still want me?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” you countered.

“Do you want to be in charge or are you open to suggestions?” he asked.

“What do you suggest?” you replied.

“You just lie back and let me ride you.”

“Oh, I’s like that.”

“Good.”  He grinned. You laid back in bed and got comfortable. 

“Tell me what you want,” he said, looking at your now half-hard cock. He was clearly trying to talk you through it, but it eased your mind. He still wanted you. 

“S-suck,” was all you could get out but he happily obliged. He left little kisses along your hips before kissing his way from your base to tip. He took you in his mouth and started bobbing his head, using his lips to add suction in the way he knew you liked. You watched, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and not finish too quickly. Using his mouth was one of his many talents. It was even better to see him play with his balls while he pleasured you.

“That’s enough,” you said after several minutes.

“Nice and wet,” he said with a smirk. “Ready?”

You nodded. He was in charge at this point, but you didn’t mind. You took in his long form as he straddled your hips, took your length in his hand, lined himself up, and slowly sank onto you with a content sigh. He rested his hands on your chest and started to ride you. 

Your breathing came in heavy pants. He felt incredible and looked even better playing with his cock while he took you. He placed each hand on either side of your head, leaned down, and kissed you, slowing his movements enough to focus on capturing your lips. As you parted just enough to look up at him and before you could stop yourself, you uttered, “Let me,” and held his hips in place while slowly thrusting up into him. 

“Fuck,” was all you could say.

“Take what you want,” he muttered between low grunts at the sensation of your cock massaging him from inside. You found a steady pace and couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips. Crosshair adjusted his position and rested his head in the crook of your neck, his length rubbing along your abdomen as you continued to fuck him. Being enveloped in him while you continued to bury yourself in his asshole felt intoxicating. You held out for as long as you could, but remembered to take care of him, wanting to make sure he came first.

“Crosshair, I’m…” 

Just then he came, sputtering his cum between both your stomachs. He didn’t move his face from where he was nestled against you, but brought his hips lower so you could thrust deeper.  You moaned louder and finished inside him. 

Your arms snaked around him and held him close as both your bodies melted against each other, now spent. You played with his hair and kissed his forehead. He was usually the one holding you and it felt nice to switch it up. You wanted him to feel just as loved and cared for as he made you feel. 

“I’m sorry that didn’t go entirely as planned,” you said, eventually breaking the silence.

He shook his head and looked at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen.

“Don’t be sorry. It felt good.”  He searched your face and kissed your jawline before adding, “Don’t be afraid to say what you want either.”

“I just got a little flustered,” you said. 

“Did you have fun, though?” he asked, already sure he knew the answer.

“Yes,” you grinned, kissing him again and holding him a little closer. “I really enjoyed fucking your ass.”

“Mmm.” His lone vocal response was not unusual, but his expression said everything. He liked when you said exactly what you wanted. Crosshair was safe and loved you. He wanted you to feel good. 

“And I enjoyed being fucked in the ass by you,” he said, being sure to cause any uncertainty to vanish.

You reached for the towel on the nightstand and carefully cleaned you both up before saying, “I could go for a hot shower, actually.”

He got up and offered you a hand. A long shower proved to be the best way to wind down before falling back into bed together. 

Tagging: @chopper-base @staycalmandhugaclone @dukeoftheblackstar

[fives-girlfriend]

Crosshair was still thinking about you after you parted ways. He knew you were wrestling with some difficult feelings. He did, however, enjoy holding you. He didn't like that you were sad, but he did like feeling you close. Parting ways after such an experience was a challenge for him, but he couldn't hold up his brothers on a mission either. He made it a priority to check on you after he got back.

He wasn't gone for long, but it was longer than he'd like. On way to your place he noticed a vendor selling flowers. While he thought the gesture of purchasing flowers for someone was overrated, he decided to take a look. Toward the back of the vendor's stall he saw some paper flowers and decided to buy one. He wasn't sure if you were allergic anyway, so this seemed like a safer bet.

He found himself nervous as he knocked on your door, but smiled to himself when you opened the door.

"I wanted to see how you were," he said, holding out the flower.

You smiled. It was a simple gesture that said so much.

"I'm a little better." You tried smiling, but were smiling more at how he cared than anything else. You gestured for him to come in.

He didn't immediately make himself at home, but once you sat on the couch and offered a spot to him, he sat next to you. You twirled the flower in your fingers and placed it next to a keepsake on the end table. You leaned on his shoulder and he immediately moved to wrap an arm around you. You placed an arm around his waist and could hear his heartbeat as you moved to lean on his chest.

"Thank you for checking on me," you said.

"Any time," he replied, barely above a whisper. "I care about you."

You felt him squeeze you a little, adding emphasis to his statement. He held you. The sun set. You both fell asleep and he still held you.

,,,I never get flowers,,,

Well I guess I'm falling asleep tonight in Crosshair's arms, a-

[writer1]

Just peachy..what about in your world? -Crosshair

Everything is very good ☺️ going well. How are your brothers doing?

[starfleetspectre]

Do you watch the bad batch? Anything bad batch please🫶 I love your art🥹

thirst trap(even though you didn't say thirst trap in the request)incoming

here you go anon

[cloned-eyes]

No thots- i mean thoughts

uncensored

[papanowo]

I love the way you draw Crosshair’s hair but like- how do you draw him post chip removal?

this is moreso his season 2 look cus i think him being on kamino the whole month made him grow his hair out [i cannot draw bald people if i can help it]

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Of the batch, who goes into the shower with clean clothes to change into and comes out wearing them, who comes out of the fresher in a towel? (Assuming Omega isn't around, who will come out nakkies)

Ooo-ooo! This is exactly the kind of shit I was hoping for.

Hunter - 100% naked. Gives no shits (assuming it's just his brothers around). Enhanced senses effects his sense of touch, too, so he'd take advantage of being free of fabric for a bit longer before shimmying back into those skin suits.

Wrecker - Towel, still wet and dripping water everywhere, and stays in just the towel for way too long. It's not really intentional, he just gets distracted and, if there isn't a pressing need, doesn't see the point in rushing.

Echo - Definitely fully clothed. Fives ran off with his blacks too many times for him to trust not taking them in with him and locking the door, plus he's still not super comfy with people seeing his prosthetics.

Tech - He brings clean clothes in with him, but half the time ends up leaving in just a towel anyway, focus already shifted to whatever fun new thing's on his datapad at the moment. Sometimes he'll forget to actually get full dressed for hours, maybe grabbing a garment here and there between tasks.

Crosshair - Totally depends on who's there. If he's alone, towel. Even alone, he isn't exactly comfortable being totally exposed, but he'll allow himself a more lazy time getting ready. With his brothers around, he'll bring his clothes in with him to avoid the possibility of Wrecker trying any funny business.

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[doublesunsets]

What kind of partner could you see each member of the Batch ending up with?

First of all, sorry, it took me awhile, we are having a heat wave and I don't have the will to do anything… Also, I don’t know how this ended being not only the kind of partner but how they ended together as well? I hope you don’t mind, Anon.

Hunter

Hunter has such a dad mode imprinted that I cannot see him searching for a partner, he is too focused taking care of the family he already has. So it would have to be something like crossed paths, I’m thinking here like another single parent, whose child Omega is friends with, or someone like a merchant, who always sells him his favourite food and at first he doesn’t notice them, but little by little they get a spot in his heart, “Don’t be ridiculous, Omega, I just like to buy the meilooruns here because they taste better, that’s all”. The first encounters will be more like forced interactions though, because he doesn’t trust easily anymore, Hunter is a slow-burn kind of guy. They will need to be kind and thoughtful, someone who will make him forget about war and the battlefield, also responsible and mature so they can take some burden off his shoulders, and share responsibilities.

Tech

Tech, my beloved. They will have to be someone as curious as him, independent, and who is not afraid to be honest with him, he will appreciate that and also it will make it easier for him to be honest in return. It could be a little rough at first, for sure there will be some bickering, but that’s the way to Tech’s heart, I believe. He likes a challenge, but he doesn’t like being contradicted, so definitely also someone who respects his boundaries. The most important part is that they will have to be someone able to deal with his temper, because he has a temper, we’ve seen it with Wrecker, so someone who’s not afraid of conflict. I see something that starts as platonic, some adventure partner that can keep up with his rapid thinking, and can follow his vision. Maybe a mission goes wrong, and Tech’s plan fails, and this person finds a way to fix the situation. After that, they will earn Tech’s respect, he will start asking their opinion, and showing him his discoveries, and from there is just a matter of time, “I have to admit, you are as half as good as I am, and that’s an extraordinary feat.”

Wrecker

Oh boy, this man just wants to help everyone and be useful. I’m picturing some helpless damsel-in-distress (gender neutral) situation here. Some villager whose house has been destroyed under an attack and Wrecker helps them, and then he realises that they are kind of clumsy and need protection from themselves all the time. “No, no, give me that knife, I’ll cut the potatoes for you”, he will have to learn a little bit of responsibility, but not that much, though, because even if they are someone innocent, and couldn’t even think about saying something mean to anyone, they also like games and pranks, and he will laugh so much with them that he will fall on his bum. In essence, someone happy and joyful, with a nice smile, and Wrecker will love to plant flowers in their garden just to see them smile.

Echo

A freedom fighter. That’s it, that’s the post. Echo could never be with someone who doesn’t share his beliefs, they will have to be a person of action, someone that wants to change the galaxy for the better, or at least try it. But they will have to be someone who remembers to take care of him as well, that’s how he falls in love with them. His partner will know when they both need to rest, because you cannot do good when you are dead. They will remind him to be more careful and to stop and smell the roses, he needs someone to live for, not only to die for. I want that for him. Maybe when they both are in an outpost, after an extraction mission, they will stop and get him some scarf, “because the space is cold, Echo, you cannot save people if you are shivering” and later on the ship Echo will notice that he feels warmer, yes, but it has nothing to do with the scarf.

Crosshair

Oh my little gremlin of a man. His partner will need to be some no-bullshit-allowed because if not, there is no way they are getting through all those layers of ego and self-doubt, wrapped inside that skinny ass. Isn’t he a treat? He needs to be chosen, I think he needs to feel like someone needs him, so it has to be someone who actively searches for him, over and over again until it penetrates on that stubborn brain of his that he is loved. Someone stubborn, someone who likes a challenge. It will start with him being annoyed when they bring him gifts, like, “look I saw these cookies at the market and thought of you” and Crosshair will just scoff. But then one day, this person doesn’t buy him cookies but they buy Tech some chips, and he will be like “where are my cookies?”, and then without saying anything, they will go back to the market and bring him the cookies, “should have told me you like them that much, pretty boy”, and now he is never getting rid of them (he secretly loves it).

[wolveria]

Omg I was trying to write you a anon message about something and my cat bumped me before I could word it how it right so I can’t tell if it sent or deleted it

If you just got a unfinished and awkward ask wining about how unfair it feels that shipping crosshunt or fivesecho etc will get us attacked and run of the platform while the same people with the pitchforks post about rampart SA-ing crosshair while he was in a state that made consent literally impossible that was really frustrating me this morning 😅

I was trying to trim it down and make it less rambling when my cat bumped me lol. I’m firmly in the ship you ship camp it just bugs me consensual clone shipping is the most evil thing you can do here but they can drool over crosshair being violated

Sorry if you got both these aks 🫣 I’m just sleepy and head over heels for crosshunt and it makes me sad I have to vague post and use sneaky tags to not get hate mail and/or blocked when it is my comfort ship idk if any of that made sense

You're all good! I only got this one ask!

I've been seeing this/thinking about it a lot too. Especially with the antis panicked around this little showrunner interaction.

People literally begged in the comments for clarification, hoping that the Kiners were talking about Rampart/CX, and not cloneshipping.

And I'm like... what mental gymnastics do you have to commit to believe that NONCON is more wholesome than cloneshipping. Like don't get me wrong, I've written some fucked up stuff, including noncon, but I can't find a situation where I would write a Rampart and a clone, let alone Crosshair, and it not be noncon. I couldn't even pull it off as dubcon. That is straight up, no consent is happening there, no matter what either party says.

And again, I don't care if people ship Rampart and a clone. I'm a big fan of Hydra Trash Party, and this is basically the Imperial Trash Party. But let's not pretend it's anything but noncon/dead dove. And for these same people to judge and harass cloneshippers? Nah. Glass houses and all that.

But that would be expecting antis to be consistent about their own fictional preferences and tastes, and that's asking far too much of someone who has an illogical stance to begin with.

I'm sorry you have to deal with that, a fandom where torturing a clone is fine, but having them be in a consensual relationship with another clone is a moral outrage.

[clone-anon]

Hi!!! So I'm hoping to get top surgery this year (if all goes right) and just was wondering if you could do Crosshair x transmasc bf reader that Crossahir takes care of him after his surgery?

~Chopper

All the best for your surgery! I hope it works out to happen this year.

You woke up in a daze. You looked down and saw binding poking out underneath the thin cotton gown. You smiled to yourself, feeling free despite the bindings, knowing that you were all the more closer to feeling and looking the way you wanted. You fell asleep again as you were left in a recovery room. All you heard was a familiar hum from your boyfriend as he held your hand.

You woke up sometime later feeling better. Crosshair tossed his toothpick in the bin and leaned over to kiss you.

"How do you feel," he asked.

"Tired and happy," you replied.

Once you were cleared to come home, he was with you every step of the way. He made some food that would go down easy, not wanting to upset your stomach while the medication worked its way through your system. When it came time for bed, he insisted you take your time getting comfortable.

"Don't forget you have to lay on your back," he said.

"I know, I know."

You didn't mind, but it wasn't quite how the two of you were used to sleeping. Crosshair got into bed next to your and kissed your temple. He moved a bit closer so you could kiss without putting you at risk of discomfort. He then laid down, put an arm around your lower waist, careful to avoid anything near your chest, and made you promise you'd wake him if you needed anything. Any time you moved a little in your sleep, he woke just to see if you needed anything. His body was on alert.

The first week after surgery was the hardest. It was one thing when you needed help, but as you started to heal, you had to remind yourself that you still had restrictions. Out of habit you wanted to reach for certain things in the kitchen and wanted to get back to normal. Crosshair was always there, his eyes ever watchful.

"Sit down. I've got it," he said, reaching for a glass and getting you something to eat and drink.

He did everything he could to make sure you felt good. He had a list of things to be on the lookout for like higher levels of pain than expected or unusual drainage. He wasn't always one to bring the fluffiest cuddles, but he could prepare food, keep things tidy, and help you with anything you needed. Just having him around and be more present than usual was a comfort.

It wasn't just helping you with day-to-day recovery, though. Every time he looked at you, he had a little smile. He was proud of you. You knew what you needed for yourself and you got it. The night before your first post-op appointment, he got into bed next to you like usual. You were excited to get the bandages off to get your first real look, but had to admit you were a bit nervous.

"Hopefully I'm not too swollen," you said quietly.

"You'll look perfect to me," he said.

"I know it'll take time to heal all the way," you added.

"I'll always be here," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Tagging @chopper-base

[clone-anon-after-dark]

May I request a Crosshair x Transmale reader? And have Crosshair call him a good boy? I would forever be in your debt-

Reconnecting (Crosshair x Trans Male Reader)

Word Count: 1251

Warnings: NSFW, minors go away, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected PIV or PIA (kept that vague), some aftercare, use of “good boy”

A/N: established relationship, I wanted this to be sweet but also still Crosshair, so you’re getting some soft!Crosshair.

Hi Anon! I hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for. I went with established relationship sweetness.

You rushed home to find Crosshair was in the fresher. The shower was on full blast and you smiled to yourself. He’d let himself in, as was now his habit when he returned from a mission.  You threw your shoes and socks off and sat on the bed, waiting for him.  You knew he was in a good mood. You hadn’t even seen him yet, but you felt it.  Maybe it was the playful comm message he’d left the night before or simply that you missed being enveloped in his limbs as you both dozed. 

You heard the water turn off and your heart sped up. About a minute later he came out with his favorite black towel wrapped around his waist. He smelled like his favorite shampoo. Lavender and pine. He stopped in the doorway and grinned at you. There was a comfort in his features. You read his face better than anyone at this point. His smile was small, but almost soft. Content. His eyes showed both love and lust. He walked over to where you sat on the bed.

“I missed you,” you said quietly as he sat next to you. He studied your face, making sure he remembered every feature, before kissing your lips. 

“I missed you too,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. “More than you know.”

You couldn’t deny that you wanted him and he knew it. The feeling was mutual and you added, “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

“Mm, gladly. But first how about we get this off?” He kissed your cheek as he tugged on your shirt.  You pulled it over your head and let your trousers fall to the ground.  Standing in front of him, he greedily took in your form, eyes filled with admiration.  You bent down a bit to kiss him, teasing his lower lip with your tongue before leaving little kisses along his jawline. His hands traced circles on your back before resting on your ass. He moaned as he gave your bum a little squeeze.  You pulled away to kiss a trail down his chest and torso.  You grinned at the way his cock twitched under the towel.  He nodded his permission and you loosed the towel, letting it fall to the side as you kneeled in front of him.  You ran your hands and up and his thighs, loving the sensation and enjoying the feeling of their strength. He was so close to calling you a tease when you grasped his cock and started sucking on the head. 

“Gah!” He gasped at the sensation, sending shivers throughout his body. How he missed you when he was away.  He leaned back a little, one hand resting on your head.  He never pushed, but you felt a neediness he would never vocalize.  You licked his cock from base to tip several times before taking in as much as you could. You held him near the back of your mouth and worked your tongue from side to side while humming.

“Good boy,” he said, staring down at you and you made a meal out of him.  Your heartbeat sped up and started bobbing your head.  He enjoyed the sensations another minute before resting his hands on your shoulders. 

“That’s enough for now,” he said through a shuddered breath, “I need to stay ready for the main event. Your turn.”

You grinned at him and helped you up. He kissed you and again you inhaled his scent mixed with the euphoria of the moment.  He helped you out of the rest of your clothes.  He could be a fast mover if he wanted to, but he was clearly savoring things today. He kissed and sucked your neck just enough to make you whine.

He looked at you, clearly having thought about this for a good while, and said, “I’m going to give you the same treatment you just gave me and I want you to lay still.”  You were already feeling waves of heat radiating throughout your body, but something about his explicit instructions always sent a jolt through your chest.  You nodded and he kissed your lips.  It wasn’t demanding, but firm and confident.  He made his way down your body and ghosted his hand between your legs. You felt his presence even if he wasn’t directly touching you. Your body responded, wanting the contact. He started with kisses and smiled up at you, seeing how much your body was already reacting.  He started licking slowly, sucking you into his mouth, and trying to draw out the sensation. His tongue added the perfect amount of pressure and it was all you could do to lay there as he feasted.  You moaned and he held on to your hips, humming as he continued to elicit pleasure from you. Your hands rested on his own.  You looked down at him and your heart leapt.  He took in your entire form. This man with more than perfect eyesight saw every bit of you and loved it all.  

“Come here,” you managed. “I want you.”

A proud smile tugged at the side of his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.  He crawled back up along your body and settled his hips between your legs.  He kissed you deeply and his digits made sure everything was plenty wet. 

“I’m ready,” you said, “Been ready.”  

He gazed into your eyes as he sank into you with a little groan.  He started thrusting slowly, but as your hips arched toward his, he sank in further and picked up the pace.  You clung to his shoulders and you panted his name.

Crosshair buried his face in your neck and with a controlled gasp let out, “Good boy. So good for me.”  The perfect friction between your bodies sent heat all the way to your fingers and toes. You clenched your muscles around his cock and he reached down to stroke you.  His talented movements brought you to the brink, nearly making you dizzy.  No sooner had you recognized this feeling and Crosshair’s arms held you a little closer.

“I’ve got you,” he said as he slowed the pace.  You cried out his name as your climax overtook you, waves of pleasure lapping from your core outward.  He gently worked you through your orgasm.  As your body started to relax, you held him, feeling him stiffen in pleasure.  You squeezed his bum, pulling him just a little bit closer, making him grunt all the more as he came buried inside you.

He laid on you as you both settled down from your highs.  He kept his face nestled in the crook of your neck.  He felt amazing even now. You kissed his forehead and held him.  He looked up at you and smiled almost shyly.  Holding you, he carefully rolled over, pulling you next to him.  You could swear his face was flush and not just from the sex.  There was a vulnerability he couldn’t quite express in words.

“I love you, Crosshair.”

He smiled shyly again and quietly replied, “I love you too.”  He kissed your lips and then your temple, holding you like he never wanted to let go. He rubbed your back and you both laid there quietly for a few minutes.  He reached for his forgotten towel and cleaned you both off.  As usual, you eventually threw on some comfortable clothes and both settled on the couch, looking to reconnect in more ways than one.

Tagging: @dukeoftheblackstar @staycalmandhugaclone

[fives-girlfriend]

You sat in one of your usual spots, thoughts swirling through your brain and unsure of how to put things in words. You weren't having a terrible day, but your mind kept going back and forth on various things, mulling them over, and it had worn you out. The scenary in this spot on your favorite bench brought you comfort and you let a sense of calm wash over you.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Crosshair approaching. You weren't expecting to see him yet for a few days. He looked a little nervous and you offered him a small smile.

You inquired as to whether he needed anything from you. You were trying to be helpful and knew what a rarity it was for him to seek someone over solitude.

He shook his head and sat next to you. You tried to study his face and he seemed a little unsure, but still trying to put up something of a steely front. He hadn't been sleeping well, but you didn't want to bring that up if he didn't want to.

He looked at his hands and quietly said, "I feel better being with you."

You took in the information. So he did need something. He needed you. He had his brothers and his sister, but right now he just wanted to be with you. You opened your arms and to your surprise, he laid down and rested his head in your lap, looking up at you. You smiled down at him, holding his hand with your own and running your other hand through his hair. He closed his eyes. You felt him take deep breaths in and out. He kept his eyes closed, but you'd learned he sometimes did that to block out all he could see and ground himself when he was with you. You smiled when he leaned his head a little toward you and softly sighed, resting his face on your middle.

"You're so perfectly good to me," he said. "I hope I can be half as good to you."

Your face contorted as you remembered all the sweet gestures and moments with him. He made you feel seen and important. He insisted you were. You squeezed his hand lovingly.

"Believe me, it's more than half," you said playfully, feeling him smile against you.

Ohhhhhhh my goodness Crosshair my love...

Does he know how much he's loved? Does he know how much I would do for him? Does he know I would pluck every star from the sky just to make him happy, just to see him safe, does he know-

[writer1]

A new job, huh? Don't work too hard.. but also don't let your boss see that you're snoozing on the job. -Crosshair

Yeah, I’m standing all day so can’t possibly snooze, lucky for my bosses. It’s pretty easy going though and pays pretty well.

[hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall]

True feelings

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader 

Words:  9 064

Warning: Angst, fluff, mentions of deaths,

Summary: Crosshair is a dick, but you still love him.

A/N: I haven't double-checked, cause if I did I would have never posted it... I apologise my dear, beautiful anon that asked for this. It has taken ages, but I hope this one is to your liking :) (despite I changed it a bit when I now think abotu it... Sorry :( ) - If you hate it I will try again soon :)

I also post on AO3, if anyone’s interested :) 

“You’re angry”, normally his voice would make you melt, but not today. You were tired. You were supposed to go home, take a bath, relax. But here you were, at 2 a.m. patching up that idiot because he couldn’t have just waited until morning. 

“Am not”, you barked at him, tapping the blooded wound, a bit harsher than it was necessary, ignoring the little hiss from him. A part of you knew he was exaggerating, as always. A damn drama queen. All this was just a show. The wound wasn’t even that bad. You were sure Tech with his medical knowledge would be able to patch him up. Damn, even Hunter wouldn’t fuck it up. And yet, here you were, bandaging this big baby, because you knew you couldn’t say no to him. 

“You’re a terrible liar”, he continued, not getting a point across, that you weren’t in a mood to talk. And so you rolled your eyes and put on a protective layer of bandage on it and sighed, while cleaning up the place around. No reminder of it being clean, before he came to you. “Isn’t it your job to take care of us?” You turned at him and sent him one your death stare, weaker now that you were more than tired. You didn’t even care about fighting him. After all that was what he was here for. Most of the time. Just to annoy the hell out of you. And for some reason you loved that about him. 

“You’re welcome, Crosshair!” You murmured and shook your head. There was no way you would get tangled in his little game. You haven’t slept for almost three days, and you really needed your bed right now. And arguing with the Clone would only postpone your rest with at least an hour or two. 

“Again, it was your job to help me, so…” 

“What's your kriffing problem, Crosshair!” you hissed, angry at yourself he got under your skin so easily. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, shaking your head. “You know what? Never mind. My job, as you nicely put it, is done here. I’m going to sleep.” 

“Must be exhausting to sit in this safe little barrack all day and enjoy the safety of the Coruscant.” That was Crosshair at its best. Despite knowing he was a jerk, despite his words cutting deeper than any knife, despite his overall, misunderstood annoyance towards you, here you are always there for him. Always being ready to help him and his brothers. A one call, a word that he would be back and you would abandon anything only to make sure he was safe. Just like today. In the beginning you would lie to yourself, trying to believe, you were like that towards the whole Batch, but when even Echo gave you that smirk one day, you knew it was a lie. And despite having those bizarre and pathetic feelings towards the Sniper, he was still nothing but a jerk to you. 

“It’s how he is”, Wrecker once told you, but you knew it was way beyond that. You saw Crosshair with his brother, hell he wasn't like that even with the Regs. You never asked, too afraid to know the truth. Being close to him in those few moments was enough for you, at least that’s what you believed, what you wanted to believe. Yet another lie. 

You didn’t even know how to answer that. Not like he wasn’t right. You were safe here, no War surrounded you, you weren’t on the battlefield. You were just a station medical help. And despite knowing it all, it still hurts hearing him say it. You hoped he would at least respect your work a bit, but it seemed it was again another lie. How many times can a person lie to themselves before it becomes pathetic?  

And so you packed your bag, unable to even look at him. Because if you did you would lose any composure, already so damn close to losing yourself to a sob that is threatening to come. Putting everything away, you turned off all the equipment and stood at the doors. When he didn’t move you sighed and turned off the light. 

“Make sure you change it in the morning, Corporal.” And you left, not caring how petty it was to call him by his ranks. If he wanted to act like any other Trooper around here then beat it. You would treat him that way. And before you even left the barracks, you let the tears fall down, hoping no one would see you. 

***

“I hope you were nice to her.” Hunter murmured, when his brother came back to the ship. They decided to stay on the planet to refill and actually rest a bit. Letting Crosshair get checked up. “She looked tired.” 

“Well, she did her damn job, so what’s the issue?” He barked at his brother, walking towards his bed, ignoring the stare from the Sergeant. 

“Well, that went well.” Echo murmured, making Hunter sigh in annoyance. “Has he ever told you what the issue is with our little medic?” 

“I kriffing wish! He’s just getting more and more snappy whenever he sees her. Like a damn spoiled brat!” Echo chuckled at it and patted his brother on the shoulder. “She’s got a terrible taste in men!” 

“I told her the same thing!” 

***

It’s been a while since you’ve seen the Batch. They were off to whatever planet and you were left alone again. Well, not really alone. You were surrounded by Clones and Jedi and other medics and yet you felt lonely. And hurt. Crosshair's words were still cutting deep and you couldn’t get them out of your head. Maybe that’s why when the opportunity to join a small team of Clones to one of the missions came up, you were more than ready to join. You’ll show him. You weren’t just a nobody that spends her time in a safe barrack. You are a capable medic, able to do her job wherever. At least that’s what you were telling yourself at night, when you were unable to sleep. 

You didn’t know the details of the mission. It was a last minute thing and you were just being lucky (or unlucky, as some thought) that you were at the right place at the right time. A medic was needed and you were a medic. Easy as that. Your first field mission. And so you packed whatever you may need, reading everything that there was to read. At least whatever was given to you about the field missions. Nothing new really. You were meant to stay back and only go out of the hiding when the fight was over, to patch up the actual soldiers. It felt new, exciting, but still you could imagine Crosshair's snarky comment about “always hiding”. 

No! It was something new and exciting for you. You would not let that man destroy it for. You will kill that mission and when the Batch is back, you will proudly tell him to shove his opinion up his ass. And maybe, just maybe, he would start to act normal towards you. You didn’t expect him to be nice to you, but at least respect you for a human being, for a medic, for your job. 

“You look ready!” You jumped at the voice behind you and smiled, seeing a familiar face. “You packed for at least a week?”

“Yes, Sir!” Cody smiled at you and looked at the special bag near your legs. “I don’t know how Kix does it, really! I packed and unpacked at least five times, unsure what I would need.” 

“Don’t worry, kid. Knowing Tech, they would have a nice medical back up on the ship.” Your smile dropped hearing the name. No. That was not possible. Your first field mission could not be with the Batch. Not with him. “You ok?” 

“You have got to be kidding me”, something big in your stomach dropped, hearing the sneering hiss behind you. A voice you knew well already. And a voice you hoped not to hear for a while yet. 

***

“We need to make sure that these bases are destroyed alright. These aren’t big, but are guarded well, so we would need a special team to infiltrate them.” Cody briefed them in, but you weren’t able to focus. You tried hard not to look at Crosshair who was looking at the map, with the same bored stare as always. Leaning on the wall, biting on his damn toothpick, he looked even more pissed than ever. And that itself pissed you off. He had no reason to act like that. It was your first mission being screwed because he was being a part of him. And yet, that stupid part of you was so happy to be able to go on a mission with him. 

“So why do we need a civic with us?” Crosshair finally asked, his glare directed at you, his toothpick still between his teeth, angrily being bitten by its owner. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be that toothpick, or wanted to use it to stab him with it and watch him bleed out. Maybe both. 

“Maybe those bases don’t look tough, but there are quite a lot of them there”, Cody answered, looking between the Sniper and you, apparently unaware of the ‘lovely’ relationship between the two of you. “You need a medic, and as we are a bit behind with the Clone medical team, we are accepting the help from civilians. And you will need a medic on that mission. Having only Tech as your medic isn’t going to be enough this time, no offense.” He looked at Tech, who nodded, almost not paying attention to his words, already planning something out. “Our little friend here has saved many asses back at Coruscant. She will be a good help to you as well.” 

“Oh, we are familiar with our little medic”, Hunter murmured and you couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding to Cody. 

“Who do you think patches them up when they land at Coruscant?” The Commander smirked and came back to the map. 

“There is no timeline for this, but I advise you that when you start the operation you don’t stop for too long before you take out the other bases.” His eye landed on Echo and there was a minute, you thought he was about to say something, but he only nodded and left you all, probably going to his own briefing. 

“Your first field mission, kid! How ya feeling?” You raised your brow at Hunter and sighed, unable to stop the giddy smile from showing. 

“Quite excited if I’m being honest!” 

“Great! That’s what we needed a civic for whom that whole damn War is some kind of a game!” You turned towards the Clone and opened your mouth to say something, but stopped when he took some steps towards you, stopping centimeters away from you. You could feel his breath on you, if you raised your hand, you would be able to hear the beat of his heart. “It’s not some night out on Coruscant to get excited about, princess!” The nickname was new, and if it was spoken by anyone other than him, maybe, you would have taken it as a compliment. But the way he spit it at you, it was nothing but another way to hurt you. “Just so you know, I don’t play by the books. You get in our way, I don’t care if you’re a medic. I leave you behind, get that?!” The venom in his voice took you off guard. Yes, you weren’t friends, he always seemed to enjoy bringing you pain, but this was new. The way he spoke, the way he looked at you, it was like you were the enemy. And it broke your heart into pieces. 

“Crosshair!” Wrecker interjected, but the Sniper turned and walked into the ship, leaving you all behind. You stared at his back and swallowed, biting harshly on your lip, trying to stop the tears from appearing. “Come on, kid, he didn’t mean it. He’s just tired, you know!” You nodded and sent the boys one of your most beautiful fake smiles. You were thankful to Wrecker for standing up to you. But deep down, a part of you knew that Crosshair was right. It wasn’t a game, and the thought that you even saw it as one for a millisecond was a mistake. War wasn’t something you used to show others your strengths, and he was right to call that upon you. 

“So… Which one of you is going to show me around?” Echos smiled softly and let you in, hoping that at least for the mission sake, Crosshair would try to behave. 

***

“Not bad!” Echo commended, looking at the target which you just shot. “I didn’t know you could use the blaster.” 

“Just because I’m a civic doesn’t mean I can’t protect myself”, you shrugged, getting rid of another of the targets. More like spotchka bottles, which you didn’t even dare question about. 

“Sounds like there is a story behind it”, he started, raising a brow at another target being hit. It wasn’t that he considered you a friend. But he did like you. He enjoyed talking to you, whenever the Batch was stationed at Coruscant. You were polite, nice, funny, a bit sarcastic at times. But what’s important, you were kind and really good at your job, so he had no idea why Crosshair was being a complete jerk towards you. 

“You should at least buy me dinner first, Echo”, he chuckled, letting you win this one. He was the first person to understand if there were topics someone didn’t want to discuss. You never forced him to talk, and so he wasn’t about to do it to you. “I may not be a soldier, but I am not a defenseless little girl. I would rather sit in one place my entire life than to bother any of you.” You sounded so small, so broken at that moment, that Echo was close in actually finding his brother and kicking his ass. “I have never left this planet. I… Is it really that bad that I’m excited?” You put the blaster away and took a deep breath, trying to gain control over your body again. “I’m not excited about the War. I.. I just want to experience more… Does that make me a bad person?” 

“No!” He was fast to answer. Of course it didn’t. He understood you well. He remembered how he felt leaving Kamino as well. Like an excited child, finally able to do more. To be more. “Curiosity is normal. And no one should make you feel inferior for feeling that.” He wasn’t good at that, and an actual human contact was always Fives’ forte, but he pulled you to him, hoping it would calm you down, just a bit. “Do you want me to talk to him?” 

“No.” You shook your head, reciprocating his hug, with a small smile on your face. “The last thing I want is to make someone uncomfortable. And to be a reason for the fight between brothers.” You pulled away and gave him a real, big smile. “I will just stay away and ignore him as much as I can.” 

***

And you kept that promise for the whole two days until it was time for you to leave Coruscant. You helped Tech with the list of the most important things. Or more like he let you stay while he did the list. And added some medical things you considered to be essential, but he may have forgotten (which he of course haven’t). 

“Am I really needed?” You joked at him, making him smirk a bit at that. 

“I keep asking myself the same question.” Crosshair stared at you, while cleaning his rifle. You shook your head and smiled at Tech, looking through your list. “Hunter asks if we’re free to go.” 

“We should have everything”, Tech looked at you and you nodded, giving him back the list. “I’ll get the ship ready.” And he left, leaving the two of you alone. You waited, getting yourself ready for some more snarky and hurtful comments. You decided that you won’t let that affect you. You will do your job. Make sure the boys are safe on that mission and come back to that planet. You decided to close off your heart to that man, not letting him play with you. You still couldn’t understand why you yearned for his approval so much, but this had to end. You weren’t some pathetic little girl. 

“I won’t cause any problems. I will do my job and stay away from you so as not to bother you.” You started, not even turning around to face him. You didn’t need to see him, to know the way he looked at you. With annoyance and anger, for whatever reason. “This mission ends and you won’t have to see me again.” And so you got past him and got into the ship, ignoring the sick feeling in your stomach. 

***

He looked at your fascinated face and couldn’t help but snark under his breath. You were all getting into hyperspace and you sat next to Tech to see it for the first time. You looked like a damn kid making him even angrier. If anyone asked, he wasn’t really sure why he despised you so much. Echo was right, you were a good medic, at least from what he saw. You did patch him and his brothers up a couple of times already. And you did it well. Additionally, what he did hear from Regs was that you are capable and good at what you do. But if he was being honest with himself, hearing it from the Regs could not really be considered a compliment. 

What irritated him about you the most was the way you were always happy and cheerful and how so damn gullible you were. Always smiling to everyone, always pleasant, always so damn kind. You were so easy to manipulate and hurt that he never realized when he actually wanted to see you fall, to see you hurt, to see that damn smile disappear from your face. 

“I hate seeing you hurt”, he clenched his wrists remembering the first time you patched him up. It wasn’t anything serious, but it was an order to see a medic and as much as he hated them, he knew which fights he was able to win. 

“You don’t even know me”, he remarked, making you giggle at that. He watched your small hands work over his wound and he liked how warm they were. 

“Doesn’t mean I want to see you hurt!” You winked at him and it was then he realized how foolish you were. How innocent and he wanted you gone, before that War would take any resemblance of innocence from you. “That’s why I’ll be here, waiting to patch you up when you need it.” 

And so here you were. Not on the damn Coruscant, but here with them. It was over a year since that first meeting, and the more he saw you, the more he heard of you, he was becoming more irritated, with you, with this War, with the Sepis and with himself. He was so pissed when he found out that the medic assigned to them was you. He hoped all his remarks would get to you but apparently that never worked. 

He looked at you once more and bit harder on this toothpick and grimaced. He shook his head in anger and left the cockpit, hoping to have you off his head as soon as it was possible. Missing the way your eyes were following his moves.

You frowned looking at his retreating form. You tried to understand him. You thought and tried to remember if you offended him someway, but the more you thought the more certain you were that nothing really happened. Sure he was pissy when he first met you, but it was far from how he was now - cruel. 

***

“A quick one, boys. We go in, get the disc, destroy everything else and get here. Best case scenario without an extra job for our medic here.” You chuckled and closed the last little bag you were preparing. 

“I want you all to have each”, you started handing them to the boys. “They aren’t big so it shouldn't be an issue for either of you. But they do have the most essential things you may need. Each one of you have an adhesive spray, a mix of bandages that may be of need. I added bone-knitters there as well. I wasn’t sure how long you guys may be gone, and when it comes to fractures in bones, it's best to take care of it as soon as possible. It’s nothing special, a normal medpack so you know…” 

“How the hell did you manage to get all that equipment from Coruscant?” Wrecker gasped seeing all of the best supplies. Something he would expect was given to the Jedi Generals not Clones. At least not the non-medic ones. 

“I have my ways”, you winked at him and stopped in front of Crosshair, extending his medpack to him. For a second there you were sure he would ignore you. But he did take it and added it to his tools. “I added some eye drops for you, just in case.” And not expecting any kind of response from him you turned and stood next to Echo. Missing the way his eyes softened a bit, only to quickly come back to the way he was. “Be safe there, OK?” They all nodded and left the ship, leaving you alone. Hating that you couldn’t come with them. 

***

“You do know, you don’t have to check up on all of us after every mission”, Tech asked, when you scanned him, looking for any injuries that he may have hidden. It would not be the first time when a Clone would hide that he was hurt or wounded. Like one particular Captain of the 501st. 

“I know, but I do enjoy it. It is my job, but more than that I want to make sure you guys are OK. Believe it or not I kind of like you guys.” He smiled softly at that and you felt your heart melting. Tech seemed like someone completely unavailable when it came to feeling, but you found that he was probably the most welcome to any kind of interaction that anyone would be willing to give him. And so you gave him all the attention you could whenever you had a chance, enjoying the way he always seemed to seek you out to tell you about whatever the hell he found out. “I’d like you guys to take the vitamins I prepared for you. I know it seems silly, but with the amount of missions you participate in, it is crucial to keep even the basic functions going.”

“We appreciate it, really!” Hunter murmured, smiling at you softly. “Even if not everyone shows that.” His eyes landed on the far away place, where Cross normally went into after every mission. Normally you gave him space, not wanting to bother him. But it has been three missions already and you were not able to check on him since then. And you promised yourself you would have to do it this time. Even if it meant fighting him over it. 

“You boys are good to go. I’m gonna check up on Mr moody”, you smiled hearing Wrecker’s booming laugh at your nickname and took a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever the Sniper got to offer. “Crosshair?” he didn’t move when you walked to his space in the ship. You sighed and swallowed trying to find a way to start this all, without making you even more angry that he always was. “I need to check you up and I brought you vitamins.” You tried to make your voice sound soft and gentle. You didn’t need him to know how nervous he made you feel. But deep down, you were sure he knew. 

“I’m OK, so leave.” He murmured and you frowned, biting your lip nervously. 

“You said that after each and every mission so far.” You started, taking a step closer. “But I need to check, you know, even if it's just to sleep better at night.” You tried to joke, but seeing no reaction from him, you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. “Come on, Crosshair. It won’t even take ten minutes. You make it more difficult than it needs to be. Stop acting like a kid!” You yelped when he was right there, pushing you on the wall behind, making you drop your kit. One of his hands landed close to your head on the wall, and you closed your eyes from the shock of it all. When you opened them, you looked up at him to see nothing but annoyance and irritation. 

You were never afraid of the Clones. Sure they were all respected and intimidating, but you knew that they were all good people. But today, at this moment, you felt yourself shiver. You felt your legs shake from an actual fear from one of them. And it was the man that you stupidly fell for. The man you tried so hard to be accepted by. But despite it all, you could see nothing but anger and disgust in his eyes right now. 

“Don’t you dare call me a child, you spoiled, little brat!” He hissed and something broke inside you. It was not fair. He didn’t know you. Didn’t even try to get to know you and yet it was so easy for him to push judgment. The one who has been ridiculed for something he couldn’t control - his genes. Here he was calling you a spoiled brat not knowing anything. And so you have had enough. 

You pushed him away from you and clenched your hands angrily. Whatever calmness and control you tried to maintain was done for. 

“What the fuck is your problem, Crosshair!?” You shouted, pushing him away, once again. “What have I ever done to you for you to hate me so much!? Why do you have to be a jerk to me all the damn time?! You don’t want me to call you a kid, but since the damn mission started, fuck, even before that, you yourself have been acting like a spoiled brat!” 

“Don’t you dare!” He started, but you didn’t let him finish. You took one more step and looked him deep into his eyes, that you once loved. Tech laughed at you once when you said that you would be able to differentiate them all just by their eyes, lecturing you how being a Clone meant they all had the same eye color. But that wasn’t it. Each of them had something special in their look and Cross wasn’t different. You loved that darkness he held, something so very different. So special, something so lovely. But now, after loving them for so long, you hated to look at them. Hated the solemn fact that you let yourself be so vulnerable for a man who didn’t care for you. 

“No, Crosshair!” you stopped him and felt yourself breathing harsher with every sentence that left your lips. You didn’t even care that you were now surrounded by all of the crew. You didn’t care anymore. You have had enough of it all. “For almost a year I have been trying to get you to like me, to notice me, to make you see me as something more than whatever you thought of me. All I ever was, was be nice to you and your brothers. I was always there for, even when my shift was over, even if I had a day off. I know it’s my bloody job, but I wasn’t born like you to fight in this war!” You didn’t even realize when you started crying. You weren’t screaming anymore, but your voice was more stern and angry than any of them have ever seen you before. “I’m just a civic who wants to help you all in this awful time. I’m not perfect, but I work on my weaknesses everyday and try to be stronger to be sure I will be able to help however I can!” You pushed him again, and to your surprise he let you. You were never the one to get physical, but you were so damn furious right now, that you didn’t care for anything. “What have I ever done to you! What made you cruel towards me?! What made you hate me so much?” You hated how your voice broke a bit in that last sentence, but you kept on looking at him, with the same determination as before. You needed to know to be able to move on. 

“You wanna know what irritates me so damn much about you, princess?” He sneered and took a step towards you, but you didn’t step back. He was close, closer than ever, but you didn’t pay attention to that. You were too angry to care for something like that. You did, however, notice how Wrecker tried to interfere, but was stopped by his brothers. “You are so damn happy all the damn time. You are acting like a spoiled brat that joined the damn army because you were bored. You are pushover that let everyone do and say whatever they want because you need to feel fucking liked by everyone. I hate that fake smile you always give to everyone, I hate that stupid innocence of someone whose life was nothing but nice and comfortable. War isn’t a place to make friends, Princess! People die everyday, and that annoying smile of yours isn’t going to change that. You are pathetic, and I hate that about you!” There was silence after his outburst. You felt like you were just shot straight to the heart. Each and every of his words hurt more than anything you have ever experienced before. And not because they were true - which they weren’t- but because this is what he thought of you. Without even trying to meet the real you. 

“My mother died at my birth”, you started, taking a step back, looking down on the floor, unable to continue to look at the eyes of a person who hates you so deeply. “My father was a bounty hunter, and didn’t care much about being a great parent. You asked me once where I learned to shoot Echo.” The Clone shifted uncomfortably being mentioned now, during the fight between you and his brother. “My father was never really a dad to me, but he did believe I had to be able to defeat myself. So he taught me, shaping the next bounty hunter in his head. He was cruel and demanding. I was 9 when he died and I didn’t even feel sad about it. After that I lived on the streets, living from day to day. I learned how to patch myself, because if I didn’t I’d die. And I would probably keep on living on the streets if the War didn’t break. I enlisted myself as a medic, because I thought of a reason to live. Not to kill as my father wanted, but to save.” You looked up at him to see softness in his eyes. For the first time since you met him. You noticed how his body shifted, how he took a step back. How his anger evaporated from him. “I was given a purpose to my life. And I promised myself I would never come back to that dark place I was, when I didn’t feel anything when my father died. And so I smiled, and laughed and made sure that no one around me would ever need to feel like that. Because Crosshair, being alone and broken is the worst possible feeling in the world, and I hope you will never have to feel it.” You wiped your tears and turned around tired of this all. “And Crosshair?” You turned one more time and looked up, finding his eyes again. “My smile was never fake with you.” And you walked to the small, little place the boys designed for you, to feel at least a bit comfortable. 

“That explains her easiness with a blaster” Echo started, hoping to cool down that anger he felt from both Wrecker and Hunter. He just hoped Crosshair would stay quiet, because he wasn’t sure anyone would be able to stop Wrecker in actually beating the hell out of his brother. 

“I will go see if she needs anything”, Hunter barked, shaking his head in anger at the Sniper, then leaving everyone to tend to you, hoping he would be able to help at least a bit. “Come on, Wrecker, she always enjoyed your hugs.” The Clone stared Crosshair down and with one of Mando’s curses directed at him, he went with Hunter. 

“I have some things to deal with, but I believe you owe her apologies, Crosshair!” Tech murmured and not waiting for the response he left, leaving Echo with Crosshair alone. 

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Crosshair spit at him angrily, unable to even look at his brother. At anyone. This sick feeling in his stomach was nothing he has ever felt before. He never knew your life wasn’t this comfortable as he thought. A part of him hated himself for being a jerk to you, but another one was angry at his brothers for taking your side in this. An irrational one and he knew that. 

“Seeing you right now? I don’t think I have to.” Echo answered, and clapped his brother on the shoulder, leaving him alone as well. He hated how this went, but he knew that the two of you needed that serious talk. You needed that to get rid of those feelings towards his brother. Feelings that only brought you pain. 

***

You spent that night cuddled in the protective arms of Wrecker, crying your eyes out. It hurt so unbelievably. The memories of your child, the fact that you said it all, when you promised yourself you would never come back to it. And how all this came about. Now when you were calmer you regretted all of this. You were even close in going there and stupidly apologized to the Sniper, but Hunter stopped you. He even talked to you and asked if you wanted to continue the mission. Because he could always contact Cody and ask for someone else. You smiled at how thoughtful he was and promised him you would end what you started and that what happened just now would not affect your work. You wouldn’t let that happen. They needed a good medic, and you wanted to finish the mission to be sure that they would come back safe. 

And so the professionalism stayed. Or more like ignorance. You knew that the only way for you to focus on your work was to ignore Crosshair, at least as much as it was possible. And so you still organized the medpack for him before each of their missions. You still checked if he was OK, and to your surprise he let you actually make the check up. You acted as his medic and just that. There were no more talks, smiles or desire to get to know him. You were kind of thankful for this whole ordeal. At least it helped you open your eyes, and saved your time on a man who saw you as nothing special. And who hated your own existence. 

“I need to get to the market to buy some things”, you mentioned to the boys, when you landed on Tanalorr for fuel. “We are running out of food, thanks to someone.” You looked at Wrecker, who chuckled awkwardly, sending you one of his charming smiles you couldn’t resist. “Not to mention I did not think the mission was going to be that long.” It has been almost a month, “We are running out of medical equipment as well.” 

“Do we even have enough credits for all of this?” Echo asked, looking troubled at the perspective of having to go back to Coruscant only to re-pack. “I’m not gonna lie, I don’t feel like coming back only to get it done.” 

“Don’t worry about the Credits.” You smirked and winked at him. “I was sent here by the Republic on a mission as your medical support and I am responsible for you. Which means the Republic will take care of things.” 

“If the credits weren’t an issue before why didn’t we let loose a bit?” Crosshair asked. Since that encounter between the two of you, he didn’t speak much, but when he did, there was less and less spite in his tone. At least he was trying, you thought. 

“Well, it’s not that I have no credit for the money I spent. The Republic checks what we spend the money on, and if it turns out to be something not necessarily needed it is taken out of our own private money.” The boys frowned and you chuckled. “Don’t worry, I have worked for the Republic long enough to know what they accept and not.” You grinned and sighed. “Ok, which one of you volunteered to be the bag carrier?” 

***

“I may not be as perceptive as others but are you OK?” Wrecker asked, after what seemed to be ages. He has been acting strange since you both left Marauder and you couldn’t help but smile softly at the way he cared for you. You still remembered the way he looked that day, when they all came on you and Crosshair fighting. 

“You may think that, but you are as perspective as any of them, if not more, Wreck.” He chuckled nervously at that and you leaned into him and kissed his cheek softly, making him blush. “I’m not, but I will be.” He nodded and let you walk in front of him. You smiled softly at the way his whole body acted like some kind of shielding for you. His eyes were roaming the surrounding looking for anything fishy, being your guardian Angel. "I see how you're always standing just two steps away from me. Whether it's with my little confrontations with Crosshair or whenever we go outside." He looked away sheepishly, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, almost shyly. This is what you liked about him. He was a giant sweetheart. "I am the luckiest doctor in the whole Galaxy" you winked at him and he chuckled softly, following your steps. 

***

It has been a while since your mission with the Batcher. You haven’t seen them for almost two months, and if you were honest with yourself you started to worry. The war was slowly getting to an end. Everyone knew that, but no one really wanted to agree on it. It was like if you spoke too loud, you would have jinxed it. Childish, and yet no one wanted to actually say anything. The Batch were being sent on more and more restless missions and they didn’t even come to the Coruscant anymore. And damn you missed them. At least most of them. 

You forced yourself to believe you were too busy to think about him, and yet there were times when his face appeared in front of your eyes and you hated yourself for that. When you left, you hugged all of them, except for Crosshair. He didn’t even come out from the ship to say goodbye. You forced yourself to believe it was better that way. After all you hoped you weren’t as pathetic as long for the man who didn’t give a damn about you. 

And now all this seemed like a mean joke. The memories of that mission was one of the few things keeping you going. You knew, you wanted to believe that finding them would make that hell a bit better. Seeing Wreckers smile, talking until the morning with Echo and Tech. Spend the night away just sitting with Hunter, doing nothing. And him. Just knowing that he is close was all that you felt that you needed. Now that the Republic fell and the Empire rose to Power, you needed something common, something familiar. You needed the Batch, like a man needs air to breath. 

You stopped in front of what seemed to be a bar. Ord Mantell wasn’t the most friendly place in the Galaxy, but the last four places you checked were just some silly rumors. And right here, right now you had a feeling like that was it. You hid behind your hood and walked into the building, hoping. Hoping to finally see them. 

Your heart skipped a bit, when you heard a booming laugh of the one and only Wrecker. But what made you stop in your trek was the little girl that was sitting with him. She couldn’t be older than 13. A kid. A child with a Batch. So the rumors were true. They were traveling with a little girl. 

“Can I help you?” Your eyes traveled to a voice next to you. A Trandoshan female was looking at you with a raised brow, her arms crossed at chest. You opened your mouth to say something. But now that you have finally found them you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to have come here. Looking at how happy Wrecker was, it didn’t seem like a good idea to get into their little life now. They were all a family and you were just a medic. A nobody. You took a step back, unable to do anything else but just run. 

A familiar voice stopped you. You looked up to see Echo standing in the middle of the room, staring at you in a mixture of disbelief and relief. The sound of your name was all you needed. Forgetting about the doubt you had just seconds ago, you ran at him, hugging him with all you had, sobbing at his chest like a little child wanting to be comforted. 

“Long time no see, Doc.” Echo whispered, hugging you back, smiling, happy to see you again. 

***

You didn’t want to believe Hunter, when he said that Crosshair has joined the Empire. It didn’t feel right. There was a lot to be said about the Sniper, but the fact that he would abandon his brothers and join scumbugs like an Empire was the last thing you would expect. Hunter told you about how he tried to kill them twice already, and you couldn’t help but feel anger burning inside you. Not towards the Batch, not towards Crosshair, but towards the Empire that was taking everything from you. 

You told them how you escaped from Coruscant when the Empire rose. How you were traveling from one planet to another looking for them. Hoping you would be able to join them in whatever they planned on doing. Whatever it was, you let them know you were not leaving them. The moment you told them you weren’t leaving, you were once again a part of their team. A part of their family. First few nights you spend cuddling with Echo, Hunter or Wrecker. To keep the nightmares away. It was awkward at the beginning especially with Hunter, but the more frequent they became the more protective he became and was pulling you to him automatically. His senses always knew when you were stressed. When even the hugs didn’t help, you stayed with Tech. Awake talking about everything and nothing really. 

You met Omega and you could not fall in love with her. She was a sweetheart with a sense of humor similar to the Batch. It took you a while to process that she was a Clone as well. And biologically older than them. But you tried to ignore it, and look at her as what she was. An amazing, beautiful and smart teenager. She quickly became an integral part of your life. Like a little sister you never knew you needed in your life. 

You were a family. You finally found your place on Pabu. Saying goodbye to Echo wasn’t easy, but you were happy to know he was following what he truly believed in. And so you moved to this peaceful Island, far away from everything and everyone. Becoming an integral part of the population here. And despite your life finally becoming normal you were still missing something. Missing someone. 

“You better come back! Come back with him!” You made Hunter promise, before they left. Tech got a signal from a base, a signal from Crosshair himself. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. But you did hope he would come back. And not for you. Because you knew that even if he did come back you would be the last person he’d like to see. But for himself, for his brothers and for Omega. You made a decision, that you would take a step back, make place for him if it was what he needed. All you wanted was for him to come back. To be reunited with his family. Even if w=you would never be able to be a part of that family. 

***

Crosshair didn’t know what he should feel. It was like a damn dream. One second he was strapped into that damn electrolight, and another second his brothers with Omega, were saving him. He didn’t oppose this time. He followed them and he let Omega hug him, when they were back on the Marauder. He wasn’t ready to hug her back, but he was thankful. He would never say it out loud, but he was damn happy to be back with his family. 

He wasn’t sure what to say. Anything he thought of felt too trivial to say out loud. A thank you wasn’t enough. I’m sorry; just didn’t sit right with him. And so he just stayed quiet, observing the Five of them. There were times when he got himself smiling softly at something Omega said, there were even moments when he let himself roll his eyes the same way he did in the past, when Wrecker said something idiotic. It felt familiar, it felt like home again and when Hunter caught his eyes once he smiled at him softly nodding his head. And that was enough, Enough for his brothers. 

***

Seeing him again was like a mixture of the most painful and the most amazing feeling ever. When the Marauder appeared on the landing platform one afternoon you actually cried in relief. And you laughed out loud when Omega jumped happily at you, giving you her biggest and brightest smile. You were so happy to see them back, that you almost missed the one person, who was the reason for your feeling of emptiness. Here he was standing at the exit of the shuttle, looking at you. There was something unrecognizable in his eyes. Something you have never seen before. His stare was still as intense as ever, but his eyes were some kind of softer. 

You wanted to go to him. And hug him, but seeing him now it was like realizing that you longed for something that could never be yours. Those words, that day was still a reminder of what he really thought of you, of how he saw you. And so you nodded at him and took Omega with you for a walk, listening to everything that had happened when they were gone. 

“She made me promise I will bring you back.” Hunter started, standing next to his brother. “When she heard that message from you, she was determined to make us go get you. She cried when I told her you went with the Empire.” Crosshair frowned, still looking at your retreating form. He didn’t expect to see you here. He would never have thought that it would be you who would cry for him. “She never gave up on you. Even when I did.” Crosshair looked at the Sergeant and raised his brow. “You tried to kill us. Twice. Just a reminder there.” He couldn’t help but laugh softly at that. 

“She looks happy”, he finally stated, see how you laughed with Omega and Wrecker about something he couldn’t hear. 

“Don’t change that”, the Sniper frowned at Hunter’s tone. “She is ready to step away if it means you’d feel comfortable.” Crosshair scoffed. It was something you would have done. Apparently you haven’t really changed. Always putting someone else's feelings before yours. It was one of these things that annoyed him about you. It did. And it still did, but for some completely different reason. 

**

“You should talk with him,” Tech murmured, thinking of the next move. You were one of few people he actually liked to play against. True, you never won against him, but at least you gave him a challenge. “You have been stopping away from us since he came back.” 

“You’re imagining things, Tech.” You answered, already trying to think of another move, hoping that today you would maybe, somehow win against him. “I am giving him space. Our last real conversation didn’t end well.” You bit your lip and sighed. “I’m not sure I would be able to handle another rejection from him.” 

“Rejection?” He asked, looking up at you. You have never talked with Tech about your feelings. Especially not about your feelings towards his brother. You loved Tech, but he wasn’t the best person of the Batch to talk about it. 

“I love him. It's so stupid and illogical, I know” you rolled your eyes and crossed your legs. Something you always did when you felt overwhelmed. Something he noticed quite quickly. “I remember that day like it happened yesterday, that’s why it hurts so much. Because I know that nothing really changed. This is the same Crosshair as the last time I saw him. It is the same man that said he hated me, he hated everything that I built to become someone better. It broke me then and it breaks me every time I see him”, you sniffed and closed your eyes, to stop the tears from falling down. “I am so happy that he is back. I am happy your family is full again. I am happy he is safe and back. I am incredibly happy that you all are happy again. And I am happy to step back to make sure you all will stay the same way. For as long as it's needed.” Tech frowned looking at you. It’s not that he didn’t know about your feelings for his brother. But he never understood how deep they were until now. 

“You said you love him. Not, loved him.” You smiled softly and nodded.  

“I did. Didn’t I?” 

**

‘I love him’. He would never have thought he would hear those words directed at him. Well, they weren’t really directed directly at him, but they were about him. You said it. You told Tech out of all of his brothers of your feelings. You told Tech about how much pain it brought you to love him. Against many opinions, Crosshair wasn’t heartless. 

He hated the words that left his mouth that day. It’s not that he lied. No, he wasn’t one to lie. But the words that left his lips then weren’t really true to his true feelings. He never knew what irritated him about you. He always felt angry whenever he was with you, but at the same time, he longed to be with you. He didn’t understand his feelings then, and he wasn’t sure if he understood them now. But he knew something now, that he didn’t know then. It wasn’t hate that he felt towards you. It was this lack of power to be able to protect you. You seemed so innocent, so powerless, so damn happy all the time and he was afraid. So damn afraid that this damn world would screw you and destroy that innocence inside you. He liked it. He longed for these smiles you sent his way. He enjoyed seeing you annoyed, because it meant that maybe you were able to fight for yourself. And so he took the role of a bad guy to teach to defend yourself. 

And the more he focused on this role, the more he hated the world around him. He hated the thought that this world will destroy you one day. That it will wipe away that beautiful smile you sent everyone. And so there was so much hate inside him, that he didn’t know where he should direct it. And despite wanting to protect you from the pain, he was the one bringing you the biggest pain of all. He made you remember something you were sure you wanted to forget about. Your past. 

A past where you had to be strong to survive. The past where you couldn’t smile. The past where you fought everyday against the tyranny of the world. You fought for so long and he was too stubborn and too blind to see that you didn’t need his protection. You just needed for the world to go on. The same way as it went. For him to be there for you. Just like his brothers were. 

Just like you were for him. 

“This one is on me”, he smiled softly seeing the way your eyes widened seeing him, behind you, ready to pay for your Caf. He wanted to laugh at the way your mouth would open and close, unable to say anything. “It's nice weather, how about we take that outside?” There was no smile on your lips that day. But there was something in your eyes that made Crosshair believe that not all was gone. He still had the opportunity to let your world go on and maybe one day be once again a part of it. A better part of it. 

It was strong and beautiful and it made him act on his true feelings. It was hope. 

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