#crosshair is actually a softie

[error6gendernotfound]

Nu Kyr'adyc

TW: Tech angst, spoilers for tbb s2 finale

Summary: Omega finds herself in a cell with Crosshair after being kidnapped by Hemlock

AN: This lil baby fic is written for @cross-my-heartt's art post, which you can find here. Thanks for reading!

He awoke with a small groan, the stiff cot not doing his back any favors.

“Crosshair?” a small voice asks, “Are you awake?”

His head whips around to look at the figure crouched in the corner of the small room. It had been a long time, but he recognizes the blonde halo and heavy accent. He quickly sits up, ice-hot panic running through his veins.

“Omega? Why are you here? I distinctly remember telling you guys to hide. For your sake.”

“I know.” she says. She looks down, trying to hide the emotions still shaking her every breath. “We were just trying to help you. I just wanted to help you.” Her voice gets smaller with every word, and he sees a small tear fall. He sighs inwardly.

“Where are the others?”

“I-I don’t know,” she wails. “Before they stunned me, Echo helped Hunter and Wrecker get away. I just know they’re not here.” He can’t help but notice the absent name, but he doesn’t push right now. He sighs.

“Come here.” he swings his legs off the cot and pats the space beside him. She scrambles over to him, taking her previous position with her arms wrapped around her knees. “Tell me what happened.”

“Well, after we got your message, we had to figure out where you were, so we planned to place a tracker on Doctor Hemlock’s ship while he was busy in a meeting with other imperial officers. Turns out there was another group of ‘rebels’ in the base, except they were trying to blow it up. Wreck and I did our part, and got the tracker on the ship, but we had to leave quickly because of the bombs. The,” She clears her throat, “the base was only accessible with this hanging monorail thing. We got about halfway from the base when the explosion cut the power to it. Echo couldn’t fix it from the train so Te-Tec-,” she stutters, voice cracking, “He had to get out and go fix it.”

The tears stream harder down Omega’s face. Cross scoots closer to her on the cot, not quite touching hips, but trying his best to comfort her. To let her know that it’s okay, even though it’s not. She looks up at him suddenly. The movement drags his eyes down to hers. “In your message, you mentioned plan eighty-eight.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “I did.”

“Do you remember all the plans?” she asks quietly. He doesn't know where this is going, but he doesn't like it, pushing himself up to stand.

“Mhm.” he grumbles, beginning to pace the short distance from one side of the room to the other, head down.

“Do you,” Omega hesitates, and picks at her cuticles, “remember ninety-nine?” The flow of his pacing abruptly stops, and his eyes snap back to her.

“Omega…” he warns lowly.

“They never told me about that one. I thought there were only ninety-eight plans, but that's what… that’s what Tech said before he fell. ‘Plan Ninety-nine.’” After her final word, it’s like she forgets how breathing works. Her breathing hitches and her throat burns with tears. She sobs. That wheezing type of sob where it feels like Atlas has put his punishment on your chest. She breathes quickly, but no air fills her lungs. Have they pulled all the oxygen out of the room? Why can’t she breathe? What is happening to her? This can’t be real. This is a nightmare.

She feels arms pull her from the cot and into the air. Against someone’s chest. “T-ech?” Her legs wrap around them automatically. The hands stroke her back soothingly, while she buries her face into their chest. They rock back and forth, and he nuzzles the top of her head with his nose, inhaling deeply. She feels her hair start to wetten, but she doesn't care.

“I’m so sorry cyar’ika.” He whispers, and raises his face to the ceiling. “Nu kyr’adyc, shi taab’echaalj’la. Ni ceta, vod."

[anxiouspineapple99]

You Don’t Have to Choose

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader x Crosshair

Summary: Tech and Crosshair find themselves pining for the same woman. They share most other things so why not her too?

Warnings: This is filth. Just smutty smut. Oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV sex, softdom!Tech, fingering, threesome (NO c!onecest) Crosshair catches feelings, absolutely 18+ because this isn’t for minors.

Word Count: 5k — yeah I just went balls to the wall with this one lol

A/N: This was my first ever smut piece so please be kind 🥲. Thank you to my amazing proofreaders @dystopicjumpsuit and @starrylothcat I don’t deserve you!

Dividers courtesy of: @tcwmatchmakingau

You knelt between Crosshair’s knees, dabbing the gauze soaked in bacta across his knuckles, “For Maker’s sake Cross, what did you hit? A durasteel wall? You’re lucky I didn’t need to stitch this up.”

The silver-haired sniper hissed an inaudible swear through his teeth but refused to answer.

“Actually it was a B-1, but instead of a clean hit his knuckles collided with a joint causing more damage to the dermis,” Tech’s voice rang out from the cockpit.

“Tattletell,” Crosshair grumbled, “Hunter was overwhelmed. It was…reflex.”

A soft smile crept to your lips as you cooed, “I knew you were secretly a softie, Cross.” You continued your care of his hands, brushing your fingertips comfortingly across them. It was a touch that was more affectionate than clinical. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”

Crosshair shifted uncomfortably at the praise, refusing to meet your eyes but you were certain a smile briefly pulled at the corners of his mouth before he suppressed it.

“Tech!” you called as you finished gathering the contents of your medkit, “don’t think I didn’t see that head wound you tried to hide from me when you got back!” You huffed impatiently as you marched into the cockpit.

“I am fine. Your concern is unwarranted,” Tech held up his hand to you which you immediately swatted away.

“I’m the medic here. I’ll make that call.” You grabbed his chin and turned him to face you. He rolled his eyes as you inspected the head wound that was poorly tended and still bleeding.

“I swear to the Force, Tech. You and Crosshair are, without a doubt, my worst patients. Hunter and Wrecker let me take care of them with no complaints. But you two? You hide everything and Crosshair is so tight lipped I have to use a hydrospanner to get him to open up about his injuries. Just. Let. Me. Do. My. Job.” You furrowed your brow as you tenderly cleaned and covered his injury. Your fingers brushed down along his jaw sending a slight chill down his spine. You pulled out your pen torch and reached for Tech’s goggles.

He pushed your hand away, “That is unnecessary. My injury was not substantial enough to…” he paused when he heard the clicking of your grinding teeth. “Very well, if you insist,” he relented, lifting his goggles from his face.

Your face softened as you leaned in to shine the pen torch in each eye. “Pupillary light response is normal.”

Tech turned back to face the viewport, “I told you as such.”

You pushed yourself between his knees and caged him in against the pilot’s seat. “Uh-uh. I want to make myself abundantly clear, Tech.” You leaned into him nearly nose to nose and intensely held his gaze, “Stop hiding injuries from me. And tell your brother he needs to verbalize what he needs from me.”

Tech inhaled and met your intensity. While he didn’t carry the imposing stature of Wrecker, he was not easily intimidated. “I will share injuries when I feel they require your expertise. And you and I both know Crosshair is hardly a conversationalist. That is his nature and you cannot change him.”

Your lips pressed into a hard line. “I’m not asking to change him, I am asking for cooperation. From you both.”

Tech put his goggles back on before retorting, “The best I can offer is speaking on Cross’s behalf. I did it when we were cadets on Kamino and sometimes still do. He dislikes the Kaminoans and medical procedures even more.”

You closed your eyes and sighed as you relented, “Fine. That’s fair. I understand his discomfort and if your speaking for him means I can better help him then we can do that.” You pressed your forehead to Tech’s “But you, sir, will be the death of me if you keep hiding injuries. Please, try to trust that I can help you. Even with the insignificant ones.”

Tech blinked rapidly, taken aback by your sudden intimate show of affection, “I do trust you.”

You pulled back with a look of sadness and exhaustion in your eyes, “Prove it then.” You gathered your medkit and climbed over his lithely long leg before pausing at the door to the cockpit, “You’re medically cleared, by the way. If you feel any discomfort feel free to let me know, though I’m sure you won’t.”

“What was that?” Crosshair sat in the copilot seat and flung his feet onto the console.

Tech shot him a glare before answering, “She seems to believe that I do not trust her. And she wants you to speak up and tell her what you need.” Crosshair hummed in acknowledgment, staring straight ahead. Tech continued, “I told her I would speak on your behalf regarding any medical issues.”

Crosshair tilted his head toward his brother, “We aren’t cadets anymore. You don’t have to do that.”

“I am aware. However, I am also aware of how distressing medical procedures still are for you. No matter how minor.” Tech remembered how many medical procedures he’d had to intervene on Crosshair's behalf. He’d do it for the rest of their lives if he had to.

“Thanks,” he let his head flop back onto the headrest. “Should we tell her?”

“Perhaps. I have been thinking about that. We agreed to not confess our attraction to her owing to not wanting her to have to choose, correct?” Tech fiddled with controls as he spoke.

“Yeah?” Crosshair’s leg bounced, not knowing what Tech was thinking was rare for him and it always made him nervous when it happened.

“What if we did not ask her to choose?” Tech asked pointedly.

“You mean you want to… share her?” The incredulity was dripping in Crosshair’s voice at Tech’s suggestion. The two of them shared many things, living spaces, genetics, secrets, sometimes even clothing when they weren’t paying attention when putting on their blacks, but a woman? That would be a first.

“Precisely,” he held up his finger, eyes fixed on the console before him.

“What makes you think she would go for it?” Crosshair ran his fingers through his silver locks.

“She shows all the markers for physical attraction at the minimum: pupillary dilation upon seeing us, elevation in heart rate and respiration, opting for closer physical proximity to us.” Pride beamed from Tech’s face as he continued, “And a particularly charming smile that I have only ever seen directed towards us.”

Crosshair leaned forward and looked at Tech, concern still etched into his brow. “But both of us?”

“What do we have to lose? We already avoid her as it is. At least we would have a reason if she was not amenable to the suggestion.” Tech answered ardently.

Crosshair narrowed his eyes at Tech. “And if she is amenable?”

Tech glanced back toward him with a slight shrug. “Lucky us.”

***********

You reclined across the crash seats, feet kicked up as you caught up with journals on the most u-pto-date medical practices. You were deeply focused on efficient battlefield stabilization techniques when Crosshair’s voice startled you.

“You could get hurt sitting like that.”

You let out a squeak as your datapad flew from your hands. Tech easily caught it single handed as he stood over you.

“Maker, you almost made me jump out of my skin, Cross!” As you sat up you realized only Tech and Crosshair had approached you. “Is everything okay? Do you need me to take a look at that hand, Crosshair? You’re not having headaches, are you Tech?” You stood up, ready to grab your medkit.

Crosshair stood behind Tech, flicking his toothpick idly as his eyes drank you in from head to toe. “No. We have no physical complaints. Crosshair and I actually have a proposition for you,” Tech’s unfalteringly calm voice gave you chills as he caged you in against the wall.

“What would that be?” Your voice cracked as you attempted to steady your breathing.

“We find you exceptionally alluring.” Even through his goggles you could see desire burning in his eyes. “And we know you are also attracted to us.”

You narrowed your eyes at him trying not to give up your cards too soon, “You seem quite sure of that.”

A smile curled at the corners of Tech’s mouth. He slowly leaned in, licking his lips as he hovered so close to your ear you could feel his breath all the way down your neck. “Do not play coy, mesh’la. That is a game you will not win. I am seldom wrong. We see the smiles, the close proximity you unconsciously try to keep to us. I’ve seen your pupillary response when speaking to myself and Crosshair as opposed to Hunter and Wrecker. I have watched your increased respiration and felt your heart rate increase through your radial pulse when I have held your wrist.”

An involuntary whine vibrated in your chest, “Y-You noticed all of that?”

The sound pulled a smile from Crosshair, “Hear that Tech? She’s already worked up.” He leaned over Tech’s shoulder, licking his lips as his eyes remained fixed on your crotch.

Tech cocked an eyebrow, “Indeed. She is even prettier when she’s flustered.”

Crosshair grinned deviously and whispered in your other ear, “Give up, doll. Tech’s right. You won’t win this game.” He grazed your ear with his teeth before pulling back to stand behind Tech again leaving you momentarily breathless.

“Would you acquiesce to allowing Crosshair and myself to provide you with an evening of pleasure you have never known before?”

Your heart fluttered at the suggestion. Your eyes looked from Crosshair to Tech before giving your answer. “Yes. Yes, I would very much enjoy an evening with you.”

Crosshair flicked his toothpick into a nearby bin. He leaned in and gripped your chin, “You’re in for a treat princess. Tech? Explain the rules to her.”

As he turned to walk away, Tech leaned back in, brushing his nose from your hairline down to the delicate dip where your neck and shoulder meet. He pulled down the collar of your body glove enough to expose the soft skin where he began to kiss you. You gasped. His mouth felt incredible. What started light and soft ended with him leaving his mark.

“Just follow my directions, cyare, and you will experience the greatest pleasure you will ever know,” he murmured.

************

When you arrived back on Kamino, the boys sent you ahead to the barracks while they headed to the medical bay for the regular check in and check up from the Kaminoans. The silence in the room was only broken by the Kaminoan rain tapping on the windows. As you moved about arranging equipment and settling in, your mind wandered to Tech and Crosshair. Ever since your conversation, you’d noticed they’d been more affectionate. A hand in the small of your back, a tap on the chin, breathing in your scent in tight spaces; and every show of affection sent you spiraling deeper into your feelings for them.

Tech had implied he’d arranged something with Hunter that would give the three of you privacy in the barracks at some point. The thought brought flutters to your chest. The anticipation was torturous, and just imagining what Cross and Tech had planned for you caused you to ache. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door hissing open. You were surprised to see Tech entering alone.

“Well, cyare. Are you ready? Hunter and Wrecker have previous engagements elsewhere. We agreed we should make the most of the time alone,” he purred as he leaned on his workbench.

“And Cross?” You glanced at the door waiting for him to stroll in with his signature swagger.

“He will join us later. We have already discussed it. You are mine right now. Next time he will have the honor of doing this. Of preparing you.”

His words sent you reeling. You are mine right now. The possessiveness of his tone sent your heart racing and made you ache more in the deepest depths of your core.

“Do you mind if I record us? I would thoroughly enjoy rewatching to identify what exactly makes you come completely unraveled. For next time.” He tapped the recording device on his goggles.

“Next time?” Your breath hitched, “There’s…there’s going to be a next time?”

“Assuming you are pleased with our performance, yes. We would like this to be a recurring experience. Both together and individually. Our attraction to you does traverse the physical into the emotional. I thought that was obvious.”

A soft whimper escaped you before you answered, “Yes, of course you can record this Tech.”

He nodded, removing the last of his armor, leaving him standing before you in his blacks. He reached his hand out to you, a gesture that was far more chivalrous than you’d anticipated for the evening. You accepted his outstretched hand and he guided you to Crosshair’s bunk. You began to undress, but he stopped you.

“Allow me, mesh’la. I would like to take this moment alone to appreciate you.”

Piece by piece he stripped you down to nothing, kisses trailing behind the shed garments. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips brushing over your body. He studied you; his hands learned you. His touch was soft and gentle as he traced your features,placing kisses on all of your exposed skin. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in, your tongue teasing at his lips, begging for entry. His kisses were methodical like everything he did. He was testing, experimenting with different techniques, seeing what you liked. Paying attention to your body language and adjusting accordingly. However, while every move was deliberate, there was a gentle reverence there as well. He stroked and nuzzled and caressed. He guided you to the bunk, he leaned against the head of the bed and settled you between his legs.

As you reclined in his lap, you felt so vulnerable and yet safe. His fingertips wandered your naked body as he placed kisses all along your neck.

“Relax cyar’ika. You spend all your time caring for us. Allow me to care for you.” The rumble of his voice in his chest spurred on the heat growing between your legs. You sighed a soft whine and he smiled, “It would seem you find my touch pleasurable already.”

Just the sound of his voice had your pussy clenching, “Oh stars, Tech. Please don’t stop.”

“I had not planned on it,” his lips brushed your ear as he spoke, sending chills across your body. You reached behind you and clasped your hand to the back of his neck, grasping the hair at the nape. He growled in response to your touch, a new sound you’d not heard from him before but certainly wanted to hear again.

His hands continued to wander until they settled on your breasts. His deft fingers moved and played with your nipples with the same skill and agility you’d seen used while he tinkered under the control panel of the Marauder. The feeling of the soft concentric circles he was drawing pulled a lewd groan from you as you arched your back.

“Fascinating,” was all he said as he continued his ministrations with one hand and trailed the other to between your legs. You were dripping wet already, yearning for relief. You spread your legs more hoping to entice him. He ran his finger softly along your folds, you bucked your hips chasing the pleasure his fingers brought. He hummed, “All in good time, darling. All in good time. Maker, you are so wet already. I am, admittedly, a little jealous that Crosshair gets to eat your pussy tonight. But that does not mean I cannot taste you now.”

He traced your sex a few more times, admiring it. His other hand left your breast, trailing lightly down your torso to your folds to spread you open. He dipped a finger inside you slowly, swirling and thrusting. He brought the finger to his mouth groaning at the taste of you, his cock twitching beneath his blacks. You inhaled sharply. His touch was divine and you didn’t want him to stop.

“Mmm you appear to enjoy the feeling of my fingers, cyar’ika. Shall I do that again?” He ghosted over your pussy, teasing with a featherlight touch.

“Oh by the Force,Tech…” you mewled, “yes, please do that again.”

He hummed, sliding two digits into you next. His dexterous fingers reached that glorious spot inside of you, pulling a filthy moan from deep within.

“Mmmm, yes, I notice this spot–” Tech pressed again, eliciting another lewd sound from you, “–is one I would like to investigate more later. Perhaps, when we are alone again?”

He had rendered you speechless and all you could manage was a sharp nod and a weak “uh huh” as he toyed with you.

The door hissed open again as Crosshair strolled inside. “How’s our little kitten, Tech?”

His smokey voice caused your pussy to clench around Tech’s fingers. “Based on the reaction she is having to your voice, I’d say she is eager and ready.”

Crosshair grinned as he removed his armor, “Mmm. ‘s shame I won’t be doing much talking this time around.” He looked at you, “Tech does enough talking for the both of us. Hope you don’t mind, princess.”

Your chest heaved, out of breath already from the teasing Tech had been putting you through, “I think I’ll manage. I do love hearing Tech talk.”

Crosshair lithely climbed onto the foot of his bunk. He hooked your knees over his shoulders, his eyes lust-filled and his erection pressing against his blacks. He began nibbling and licking the inside of your legs, working his way to your core. For a while Tech continued with his fingers inside of you. He was skillful and his ability to learn quickly meant he’d found nearly every spot inside of you that caused you to fall apart around his hands. However, as Crosshair approached your core, he looked up at Tech and gave him a sharp nod. Tech removed his fingers from your aching pussy, and you whined now feeling empty without him.

“Shhh, Crosshair will take care of you, beautiful.” He sucked his fingers clean once again as Crosshair began licking your outer folds.

You bucked your hips and groaned as Cross moved painfully slowly across you. He alternated licking and sucking your folds with biting the inside of your thighs, leaving purple marks in his wake. Crosshair was needy and aggressive, a stark contrast to Tech’s gentle and methodical approach. He gripped your thighs plunging his tongue deep inside of you, fueled by the moaning, mewling mess it made you. Tech brought his mouth to one of your nipples. As his tongue teased you, you felt yourself approaching your climax.

“I..uhgn…I’m so close..”

Crosshair looked up, meeting Tech’s eyes, communicating something only the two of them understood. Tech immediately eased up on his ministrations. You whined at the abrupt halt to his rhythmic play.

“I am sorry darling. Crosshair wants to enjoy you a little longer and should I continue at that pace you would orgasm far sooner than he would like.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. He still tasted like you. His lips then moved to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting as his hands caressed you. Tech handled you with the same care he handled the Marauder, while Crosshair was unyielding and harsh. He was holding you so tightly you’d have bruises later.

Crosshair growled, devouring you like you were a fine meal. His face glistened with your slick as he pulled back to slide his slender finger inside you, first one and then two. He was rough with his mouth, but his fingers moved as they did across the trigger of his beloved rifle.

As he found his own rhythm, his tongue moved to your clit. The sudden sensation forced a squeal from you. You felt Crosshair smile against you and picked up his pace, sucking and kissing your clit, stoking the fire within. He growled as he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. The shameless moans of his name and gyration of your hips told him your climax was fast approaching and he was ready to guide you to the precipice.

Tech rumbled, “It would seem Cross is ready for you to finish, and so am I.”

Your hips bucked into Crosshair’s face as his tongue flicked across your sensitive bud and his fingers caressed the same spot Tech had investigated earlier with his sniper’s precision. You careened over the edge as Tech covered your mouth to stifle your involuntary scream of Crosshair’s name. After working you through your peak he sat up looking rather pleased with himself, your slick covering his mouth and hands.

“How are you doing, pretty thing?” Crosshair cooed with a softness he kept tightly locked away as he kissed all the marks he’d left on your thighs.

“I’m excellent,” you huffed, catching your breath.

“Think you’re up for round two?” Crosshair ran a calloused hand softly along your leg.

“Absolutely.” You leaned toward him and stroked his cheek, “I knew you were a softie, Cross.”

He rolled his eyes before planting a soft kiss on your palm. “Don’t tell Hunter.”

***********

“On your knees.” The commanding timbre of Tech’s voice sent a blazing heat to your core as you repositioned yourself onto all fours. Crosshair freed himself from his blacks first. He was swollen, hard, and throbbing as he ached to be consumed by you.

“Oh Cross. So. Big. I’m gonna swallow all of you,” you whined, eager to have him in your mouth.

Crosshair reclined back, eyes blown with lust. You licked your lips as you eyed the precum glistening at his velvety tip.

“Go ahead, cyare. He’s ready,” Tech encouraged.

You crawled toward Crosshair, catching his gaze. You licked him from base to tip, pressing the flat of your tongue against his head, lapping up the precum. You began swirling your tongue around the ridge of his head as you kneaded his muscular thighs. Crosshair groaned and grabbed a handful of your hair. You released the tip and began licking him from base to tip again, interspersed occasionally with kisses and a graze of teeth. Crosshair moaned and gripped your hair tighter as you took him in your mouth. You almost gagged as he brushed the back of your throat. You paused to relax, to take him all in. Slowly you began to bob your head and soon Crosshair exceeded your pace, gyrating and bucking his hips, his fingers tangling in your locks as he fucked your mouth. Your name was a prayer on his tongue that he quietly yet devoutly recited.

Tech brushed the tip of his cock against your folds and in spite of your mouth being full of Crosshair, he heard the sinful sounds coming from you. He teased you with the tip just as he had with his fingers earlier. You tried to rock your hips backward into him, needing him to fill you up. You felt empty and desperate for him. He placed his hand on your hips to steady you as he slowly sheathed himself. The stretch around him was perfect. You felt his every ridge rubbing against your walls, and you instinctively rocked into him. Tech slowly pulled out leaving only the tip and thrust again, his own sinful sounds intensifying.

“So amazing…perfect for us. Perfect for me. You take me so well mesh’la. You’re so wet…hng…so tight. Such a good girl… your mouth is taking Crosshair so well, pretty girl.”

Tech quickly matched Crosshair’s pace and intensity. Had you not been so lost in the throes of ecstasy you probably would have joked that you resembled a rotisserie nuna. The feel of Tech running his hands the length of your back had you falling apart. You lost track of time as the room was filled with the wanton moans of all three of you as well as the sound of Tech’s thighs slapping against your backside. When Crosshair’s rhythm began to become irregular you cupped his balls, toying with and massaging him drawing sounds from him you hadn’t even known were possible.

“Cross is going to finish now, love. I need your mouth free so you can use your words for me,” you heard Tech croon as he rubbed your back encouragingly.

Crosshair shuddered, a final gutteral moan of your name fell from his lips. You eagerly swallowed all he had to give you. He leaned in, cradling your chin and pulled you in for a kiss filled with warmth and affection.

Tech wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, “Do you want Crosshair to play with your breasts while I fuck you, darling?”

“Y-yes. Yes, please,” you breathlessly mewled as you reached back and locked your fingers behind Tech’s neck.

“Good girl,” Tech growled into your ear, resuming his steady thrusting.

Crosshair ran the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples, a pleased sigh leaving him as they pebbled under his touch. Your head lolled back resting on Tech’s chest and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in an impassioned kiss. Crosshair cupped your breasts, massaging them as he took a nipple in his mouth. His tongue drew concentric circles around one sensitive bud and his thumb mimicked the movement on the other. You felt the coil deep within you tightening, moaning their names as you felt yourself approaching another climax.

“Tech…Cross… I’m gonna…”

“Not yet, love,” Tech’s thrusts slowed and Crosshair pulled himself from your nipple with a pop. In a single swift motion Tech flipped you onto your back.

“Look at me, mesh’la. I have not seen enough of those exquisite eyes tonight. I want you looking at me when you cum.” His eyes were hungry as he met your gaze.

He crashed into your lips, tongue brushing against them, demanding access you readily granted him. He cupped your breast, flicking your nipple beneath his thumb. You bucked your hips into him, meeting his own steady thrusts. His cock hit the point of divinity yet again, over and over drawing obscene moans from you as he dragged his teeth over your neck.

“You are doing so well, cyare. Now, be a good girl. Tell us who you belong to, and I’ll let you cum. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to,” Tech demanded as he caged you in on the bed, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You brought your palms to his cheeks, “Y-yours…oh maker…yours, Tech and Crosshair.”

“That’s our good girl,” Tech smiled before his lips collided with yours again, muffling the pornographic sounds of the two of you simultaneously reaching your climax and then riding it out together.

Tech rolled off of you and you rested your head on his chest, spent and coming down from your high. Crosshair brought a few towels over and some water. He settled in next to you pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he whispered “Mine” over and over and tenderly cleaned you up.

Tech nuzzled into your ear, “I hope I have adequately proven now that I do, in fact, trust you.”

You huffed a chuckle leaning into his touch, “If all of this was to prove you trust me, it was a bit excessive. Not that I’m complaining but just letting me do my job would have sufficed.”

He drew a finger down your sternum, tracing the outline of your breasts, “Indeed, if this had been an exercise solely to prove I trust you it would have been excessive. However, that was not the sole purpose.”

“Go on,” you looked up at him inquisitively.

“Primarily this was because we, Crosshair and myself, have harbored deep-seated feelings of affection for you for quite some time. We felt it was time to act upon them.”

You reached over your shoulder running your fingers over Crosshair’s jaw, “That true, Cross?”

“Pretty much, kitten,” Crosshair purred into your hair as his hands ghosted along your curves.

You hummed contentedly, “I’m glad you did.”

“As much as we are loving the view, it would probably behoove you to dress as Wrecker and Hunter shall be returning soon. I do not wish to share this with them. You are ours,”

You sat up and turned to face them. You pulled Crosshair to you, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips before whispering, “I am yours…” against them. After pulling back, you followed suit with Tech, drawing your teeth across his bottom lip before whispering, “…and only yours” against his lips. Fortunately you dressed in record time because just as you finished Hunter and Wrecker returned.

***********

You’d settled onto the uncomfortable sofa with your datapad, Wrecker’s snoring overpowering the sound of the soldering Tech was still doing at his workbench. A soft brush of fingers across your shoulder pulled you from your reading. Crosshair stood beside you, refusing to make eye contact through his ever present scowl.

“Will…” he rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek, “will you stay with me tonight?”

“I’d love to,” you whispered as you rose and followed him to his bunk. Before he climbed into bed you gave him a quick goose and a wink when he spun around to face you.

“Didn’t get enough earlier, huh?” He leaned in, pressing his temple to yours, “You’ll have to be a good girl and wait.”

You giggled and settled in next to him. His arms wrapped around you as he pressed his nose into your hair and soon he’d drifted into an unusually peaceful sleep.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you awoke to Tech’s soft kiss to your forehead, “Apologies mesh’la. I did not mean to wake you. I just wanted one last kiss from my girl before finally retiring to my bunk.” He softly brushed your hair out of your face before leaning in for a more passionate kiss on the lips. “While you are sleeping in Cross's bed tonight, I shall be watching my recording of you,” he whispered against your lips. You clenched your thighs together, aroused knowing that Tech would be watching you all over again.

Tech settled into his bunk and pulled up the file. He was used to sharing a lot with Crosshair, but sharing you was still going to take some getting used to. At least his recordings were always of excellent quality.

Tag List Babes 💕: @deejadabbles @starqueensthings @sunshinesdaydream @dystopicjumpsuit @wings-and-beskar @starrylothcat @freesia-writes @blueink-bluesoul @littlemissmanga @mandos-mind-trick @808tsuika @stardusthuntress @sinfulsalutations @zaana

[staycalmandhugaclone]

I Missed You, Too

This is almost entirely @drafthorsemath's fault. We were talking about Crosshair and got sad... so I needed write a little something and figured I'd kill two birds with one stone for the Clone x Reader Bingo prompt: Bed. (It's not spicy - I just wanted a tiny snip of fluff)

In my head, this is a Doc/Crosshair future scene, but it can be read as gender neutral and totally apart from the Doc Series.

Warnings: Crosshair being Crosshair, but he's really a softy. Snuggling in bed. Probably one of the least Warning-heavy things I've written

Words: 660

I knew he’d be there, sprawled out on my cot as if it were the most natural thing in the world, feigning pure ignorance to the way seeing him like that made my heart jump as wisps of glee sparked through my stomach. I knew he’d allude to some annoyance that I’d intruded while he was so near to sleep, all the while fighting the faintest hint of a smile as he reached for me, and I knew that he wouldn’t dare let himself actually begin to drift off until he held me firmly in his arms, but there will always be some profound disconnect in consciously anticipating these things, in imaging the façade of a scowl ruined by the love he couldn’t quite keep from those golden eyes, in remembering the feel of his hands and the warmth of his touch, the strength of his embrace surrounding me and the steady beat of his heart thudding softly against my cheek, with actually living through those breath-taking moments.

His arm already lay draped dramatically over his eyes as the door hissed open, flooding the room with an unforgiving light, and I couldn’t stifle the tiny chuckle that caught in my throat at his grumble.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show up.” Crosshair drawled with a careful boredom that I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at as I walked past him to set my supplies down on the counter to be dealt with later.

“Keep giving me that attitude and maybe I’ll find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” I retorted, but before I could take more than a few steps back toward the door, his arms latched about my waist, wrenching a bark of laughter from me as he hauled me toward him, something torn between a growl and a grunt rumbling from his chest.

“Alright, alright! Scoot over!” I yielded, joy singing through my voice. He refused to release me as he shifted slightly, guiding me down until I lay nestled atop his chest, body thrilling in the want fueling his hold, in the flutter of his breath through my hair as he lightly touched his lips to my brow.

“I missed you, too.” I whispered, and it was so nearly teasing were it not for the depth of some unspoken promise veiled within those words. I’ve missed you just as desperately as you’ve missed me. I understand all the secret murmurs you can’t bring yourself to say through any means other than hidden touches and the covetous strength of your embrace. I couldn’t think and not wonder about you, if you were safe, if you were happy, if you were thinking about me, too. I couldn’t breathe without searching for the scent of you upon the air, and not a moment passed in which I didn’t long to return to you.

Trying to put the entirety of those thoughts into words would only work to cheapen the violence of emotion fueling them, and so we said nothing more as a relief more profound than the first rays of sun after an unending winter storm settled quietly about the room. I felt the deep breath slowly leave him, taking with it all of the tension and fear and worry that weighed upon every second we were apart, and found my own breath mimicking his in that same release.

I’d known he’d be here, laying atop my bed in the perfect allusion to an effortless sleep we both knew he’d been robbed of since I’d left. I’d known he’d play the role of aloof impatience all the while restraining himself from giving in to the need to feel me against him until the last minute. And I knew his lips now pulled into a gentle smile that he’d never reveal to anyone but me as we finally allowed ourselves to rest, eager for the comfort of the coming night safe in each other’s arms.

Taglist: @arctrooper69 @ct-0113 @padawancat97 @eclec-tech @kixs-husband @atomickidsoul @jennrosefx @echos-girlfriend @starqueensthings @burningfieldof-clover @manofworm @merkitty49 @idoubleswearimawriter @abigfanofstarwars @chopper-base @daftdarling222 @pb-jellybeans @skellymom @bacta-the-future @rosechi @legalpadawan @pantagasm @ew-wtaf @solstraalaa @drummergirl1701 @shersten-the-gold @shewhoneveryields @6oceansofmoons @get-wr3ckered @dangraccoon @ji5hine @dathomiri-mudpuppy @mooncommlink @isthereanechoinhere96

Click here or message me if you'd like to be added to a taglist!

Click here for my Masterlist.

[the-bi-space-ace]

Alright strap in I’ve got Crosshair headcanons and thoughts and you are being subjected to them hi hello enjoy:

Really craves friendship. Wants friends more than anything but for the life of him has never been good at making them. Mostly bc his defense mechanism is to be mean to keep strangers at arms length. Choose to have them dislike you before they even get a chance to make that decision themselves. It’s hard to penetrate those defenses.

AND YET this man contradicts every word he says. He hates regular clones huh? Then explain Cody and Echo and Mayday to me Crossy. Explain them to me bro. You even like Rex when it’s all said and done and that man PUNCHED YOU IN THE FACE. Explain yourself Crosshair.

Is pretty quiet for the most part but when he gets chatty it’s a mile a minute. He’ll sit next to his brothers or follow them around and just talk talk talk talk talk. Only happens once in awhile but when it does happen they all just stay quiet and listen to him. First time he did that to Echo it was completely out of the blue and he came up behind Echo and just started ranting. Echo stared at him with wide eyes for like ten minutes like ‘is this real? Is he okay?’ Before just sitting down and getting stuck in an hour long chat where he did like zero talking.

Gossipy bastard. Loves to gossip. Loves hearing it. Loves telling it. He’s so quiet most people forget he’s there and they say wild shit in front of him. He tells the 99 everything.

If one of his brothers asks who his favorite is he changes his answer depending on who has annoyed him most that day. ‘Oh you want to know who my favorite is? Wrecker, clearly. Hunter is my least favorite bc he took too long in the shower and used up all the hot water.’

Massive sweet tooth. Keep this man away from a candy store he’ll give himself cavities.

If they’re training playing with fake blasters he makes a ‘pew pew’ sound when he ‘shoots’ it. Super quiet and under his breath but he does it.

He has a game where he tries to see how many tiny rolled up pieces of paper he can get into Hunter’s hair or armor before Hunter catches on. Oh the amount of times he’s been yanked from his bunk after being caught is innumerable.

Loves listening to Tech infodumping but will never admit it out loud. He has learned so much and has found a lot of it fascinating but prefers to sit quietly and keep his eyes closed while Tech talks.

Him and Wrecker have so many more competitions than just the one. They compete all the time. Who can run the fastest. Who can name the most planets. Anything. As long as it’s a competition.

Pretends to be asleep so people don’t ask him to do things and then promptly actually falls asleep.

Cries. Like a lot. Well. Not a lot just a lot more than you’d think. While most people would think he’s too aloof for that I think he picked up a good habit of letting out big bursts of emotion because he always saw Wrecker do it. And he trusts Wrecker. Doesn’t like crying in front of other people but will hide to get some emotion out before rejoining the group.

Secret softy. But in the way where he’ll make fun of his brothers while doing something nice for them. He’s picking up their fave candy from a shop? He’ll throw it at their face when he gives it to them. They’re upset? He’s going to find a way to make sure they get a good meal and have some company but he’s going to be aggressive about it. ‘You haven’t eaten since yesterday. You’re being an idiot. Eat the fucking burrito I went to three different places to find one that would give me the salsa you like now don’t waste my time.’

His toxic trait is acting like he hates when one of them is hugging him as they are hugging him. ‘Ugh get off of me. You’re the worst.’ As he’s tightly hugging them back. Crosshair, honey, why are you like this?

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

TBB S3 Ep 5 Thoughts!!

Love Omega’s new outfit

Batcher hanging out with Cross then, I see

Cross is like the dad who continuesly goes “NO PET” and then when you do get a pet they’re suddenly besties

“ITS ECHO” “perfect”

Ah, the duality of man

Love how there’s no end to this dynamic

“What? No hug for me?” “That depends how good your intel is.”

LOVE Echo matching Cross’s causal sass

These two are gonna push against each other a lot huh?

Yanno, given all the promo material, I was kinda expecting Rex to be with Echo when he arrived (hoping phi, the word is hoping.) (she’s delulu.)

“Especially without Tech” 😭😭😭😭

No surprise reactions from Cross through. Means he already knows.

But also, Cross coming in with the solve <3

Is Hunter,,,, JEALOUS??? of the fact that Omega is spending so much time with Cross? Like that SIDEYE when they walked past each other on the platform

Like, God forbid Omega spent time with the member of the squad who everybody is always suspicious of and spends the most time alone

BUT ALSO!!!

“Don’t hold it against him. His only worried about you.” CROSS YOU BIG ‘OL SOFTY!!!

“I’m older than you are, little brother.”

THE CHUCKLE

AND WRECKER GIVING BACK CROSS’S ARMOUR AAAAAAAHHHH

oooohhh the girls are fighting

“Hey, kill each other later.” SIR THE WAY I CACKLED BYE ✋🏻

“He started it.” Sir, are you 5?

MAYDAY’S HELMET

Echo not wanting Omega to see the straight up Bitch fight between Hunter and Cross

TELL HIM CROSSHAIR!!!!!

Jesus Christ, fucking finally

I wrote a post at some point about Cross becoming the mirror held up to Hunter in which he can view his own shortcomings because of his adamant refusal to change AND ITS HAPPENING

“I risked everything to send you that message and you ignored it.” THIS

Hunter’s mistrust in Cross played a big part in Omega getting captured, but also ofc Cross thinks the message was fully ignored, because no one came to save him either

Also Cross just not hiding anymore that he’s always cared for Omega too I LOVE

Love how quick they put that plan together

Batch is Batching :) (almost) (Tech, my love, come back)

“We’ll try to dig through.” “You’ll try?” “Glad you heard me properly.” I AM WHEEZING

Cross patting Batcher

BIG ‘OL SOFTY

Say did Hunter abandon the bandana for a god damn leather strap

wtf

Cross and Hunter walking back to base side by side, when the last time Cross was walking back to this base was with Mayday dying in his arms🥺

Wrecker hugging them both

AAAAAHHH

“See? They always work it out. And I don’t even see any blood this time.”

EXCUSE ME??

i am worried.

Blood??

Was typical??

Jesus Christ

Don’t know how much I appreciate Hunter getting on a high horse and giving Cross advice

Bird flying away from Cross After always being with him on that base, like the shadows of his past leaving his life, now that this period of his life is over (also sun setting, signifying the day is over)

Good symbolism yes

Okokok good episode! Tbh I thought “The Return” would be Echo’s permanent return to the Batch, but narratively that wouldn’t’ve made sense for him anyway. And I am LOVING the fact that it is actually Crosshair’s return to the turning point in his life, followed by his full return to the batch. Like yeah, last ep they re-met, but he hadn’t fully arrived until the end of this episode and GAAAAHHH I love it!

Also the dialogue is just totally A1 chefs kiss mwah this season (or maybe I just appreciate sarcasm)

Loved this one!! Would love to tag Saturn and Steph because I wanna see their thoughts of Echo being back but idk if they’ve seen the ep already and I don’t wanna spoil them so,,, idk guys if you see this hmu lol

[zoeykallus]

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader – The First Time HC's

Warning: 18 + Strongly Suggestive /Sexual Content / Strong Language / Crosshair's Part a little rougher

_____________

The Bad Batch Guys with a female virgin reader, making first time experience.

____________

Hunter:

Angsty? Insecure? He's probably the right guy for you. He may be animalistic through his heightened senses, but he's more in control of himself than any of the Batchers, and better than anyone, he senses what's going on inside you, sometimes even before you realize what you're actually feeling.

He is patient, sensitive, ready to adapt and wait, step by step to take things slow until your ready. Besides, he also likes to spoil, foreplay will take away any fear anyway because your mind will be completely taken by his touches. He is gentle and wild at the same time, very quickly found out what you like best and spoils you accordingly.

When you are ready to take the next step, he will lie over you, his eyes dark with desire, his heart beating at least as wildly as yours. He will look into your eyes, and gently ask, "Are you ready, Cyar'ika?"

Your nervous nod will not be enough for him.

He smiles, but you can see how taut his hard muscles stand out under his tanned skin.

"Tell me, Mesh'la," he prompts you.

He waits for your confirmation before lining himself up with your moist heat and starting to advance very slowly. The batchers are all pretty richly endowed, but don't panic, Hunter is attentive, taking his time, talking softly to you, it takes him quite a while to sink into you, but it doesn't matter, as mentioned before, he has incredible self-control and lots of patience, especially with those he cares about.

"Are you alright? Are you feeling okay?"

You shiver ever so slightly, it's not fear, more like nervous tension.

Hunter kisses your face and tells you how fascinated he is feeling with you, how great you are doing this for him. He kisses you and caresses you until the trembling stops and you begin to loll under him. Only then does he move inside you, always attentive, orienting himself to your reactions. Whoever might have told you: "Orgasm for a woman experiencing her first time is unlikely", is proven wrong by Hunter that night.

Echo:

Fuck me, this guy is so cute and soft! Nervous? Absolutely unnecessary. Echo is a total softy and has become much calmer and more reserved since the Citadel anyway. It is quite possible that you will have to approach him if you are interested in an intimate encounter.

He will smile at you, "With me? Really? Oh Mesh'la, I'd love to."

When you tell him it's your first time, "Oh and you chose me? I feel honored Cyar'ika"

He's a little excited himself, after all he likes you at least as much as you like him and he wants you to feel comfortable. These were not just empty words, he is truly honored that you trust him so much, that you really like him so much that you want to share this experience with him.

Take your time, be prepared for lots of gentle touches and caresses, Echo is in no hurry, on the contrary, he enjoys and explores, loving and curious. He's been out of the game for some time, he needs to slowly feel his way back in and wants to do everything right. Firstly because he likes you so much and secondly because he feels honored to be your first and, he hopes, last man.

You've been touching and kissing for a while but you suddenly get cold feet? No problem, this is Echo we're talking about, as far as you're concerned he's probably got the gentlest soul in the galaxy.

"It's okay, Mesh'la, don't stress yourself about it, whenever you're ready".

If you take the next step, he will most likely pull you onto his lap while sitting. This way you have more control and he hopes this relaxes you a little more. Also, he can take you in his arms, hold you close, be close to you and help you a little with your movement. If you're to shy to just do it on your own, riding him, let him help you, he loves to. Echo has a weakness for sensual, tender sex.

Wrecker:

He is cuddly he is sweet and affectionate. Maybe you are in bed, he caresses you gently and kisses you and you feel his erection (which, by the way, is almost scary big) through the fabric of his blacks on your leg.

You realize he probably wants more but you haven't talked about it yet. You are quite aroused as well, Wrecker's big, strong hands are actually much more dexterous than you would like to believe.

Nervously, you share your little secret with him, admitting that you're scared, especially since you've already felt how well hung he is.

Wrecker laughs softly and strokes your cheek.

"There's no need to be nervous, there are so many other ways to give each other intimate pleasure without actually having sex, we don't need to rush into anything, mesh'la".

You blink, still looking at him nervously. Again you hear him laugh softly.

"You do like it when I caress you between your legs don't you?"

You nod, yes you actually liked that a lot.

"Okay well, we can evoke this feeling in other ways" he told you with a smile and turned on his back "Come, hop on".

Questioningly you look at him.

He smirks "You see the bump in my crotch?"

Sure, no one misses it.

"Sit right on it. Don't worry, it won't hurt you or me, you can leave your panties on if you want."

With heated face you comply with his request. It's a tingling, arousing sensation to feel his powerful, hard length between your legs, albeit through the fabric of his blacks and your panties. Gosh he is huge and hard!

He reaches for your hips and gently gives you a rolling motion and you feel what he means, the friction, makes aroused wetness creep into your panties. You will sooner or later rub against him without restraint until your arousal has soaked your panties and his blacks. He'll praise you sweetly and lewd the same time.

„Look at you, my pretty girl, ridin' me so good, hmm yeah mesh'la, rub yourself on me with that sweet little cunt“

And your two climaxes complete the little mess, your arousal has already made and he's grinning at you.

"See, there are plenty of other things we can do before we think about penetrative sex."

Tech:

is very likely still a virgin himself. Before he met you, he had some curiosity about sexual contact, but never really had the courage or genuine interest to really try the thing out. After all, he was able to have a hand in it himself.

But now you are a couple. He's not even sure exactly how that happened, at some point he couldn't stop looking at you and felt lonely whenever you weren't around. And then there was an unexpected kiss and now the two of you are lying together in his bunk, half naked, cuddling and kissing and in the back of his mind similar nervous things are going on as with you, but then again not, because actually he is still prepared in a way.

By the way, Tech is the only batcher (aside from Echo) who has provided condoms and doesn't automatically assume you'll take care of birth control.

As I said, he has gathered tons of information and of course wants to use it. Most likely, before he penetrates you, you will have had several orgasms and already feel limp. Tech has actually applied some of the things he has read to relax you. He tried the principle of friction and satisfied you without penetration with a vibrator, licked your clit and gently fingered you with scissor movements.

After he has made sure that you really agree, he brings his hard length to your entrance and you already feel so fuzzy from the orgasms that you are not really nervous anymore. Tech is probably even more nervous by now, although he doesn't really have anything to fear, but what Tech is most afraid of is not being enough or failing. So it's not wrong if you show very clearly how nice the orgasms he gave you were and how comfortable you feel under his touch. Strengthen his self-esteem a bit.

One thing you can count on, he will be tender and always anxious for you to have fun. Apart from that, the more your relationship progresses, the more courageous and experimental he will become.

But back to the actual situation.

He's absorbed in you, you're lying in front of him, he's sitting between your thighs, your abdomen gently raised on his lap. He stares down at the point where your bodies merge and his cock twitches in your pussy.

"Mesh'la, I don't have any experience yet, so I don't know how long I can keep this up...."

Tell him that it doesn't matter, after all he has already spent himself preparing you and that was already wonderful. It's the truth.

He will try hard, but probably cum before you. Caress him, kiss him, hold him close to you, don't let him get up immediately, otherwise he will retreat in shame, because in his eyes he has failed. Take away this nonsensical thought, he loves you and wants to please you, he deserves that you take care of him when he feels incomplete.

Crosshair:

Really? You chose him for your first time? Brave.

Okay most important rule, tell him you're a virgin. He's used to women being nervous around him, he won't automatically associate that with virginity. if you want him to be soft, at least the Crosshair kind of soft, tell him.

He won't exactly handle you with velvet gloves but he' s definitely more considerate now that he knows you have no experience and your nervousness is of a different nature. He fully enjoys being in the role of an experienced mentor.

The first thing he teaches you is what a safeword is and how it works. At this point, at the latest, you're probably nervous.

He will lick you out, finger you, massage you, tease you, just to watch you squirm while experiencing things you have never experienced before. He enjoys that. And as long as you don't say the safeword, he won't stop.

Be careful, his teasing can drag on for a long time. At some point you will be about to burst into tears, only then he will release you and let you cum.

He will kiss you and praise you, tell you how great you did, he is gentle and nasty at the same time, in a way.

When he's above you, his hard cock already lined up at your pussy, he talks to you, his raspy voice unusually calm and gentle.

"No need to worry, don't tense, kitten, realx, I won't hurt you".

He will kiss your neck.

"Now stop your nervous trembling, mesh'la, you got this and I got you".

As he slowly starts to advance inside you, he looks at you, watching your face and you can't help but return the look nervously. You feel him sink deeper into you and your thighs tremble.

He stops.

"Kitten, realx, it'll hurt when you tense up so much, you are getting trighter and thighter.... usually I wouldn't mind but, believe it or not, I don't wanna hurt you."

He will kiss every patch of bare skin he can reach and praise you, compliment you on your skin, your scent, the warmth of your body, the sounds you made for him as he licked you.

Meanwhile, he will slowly advance further and eventually become completely sunk into you. It's exhausting for him to hold back, sweat standing on his forehead.

"See, told you you got this, look at you, such a good girl, takin' me all in".

He will be gentle at first, but as soon as he notices that you have relaxed a bit, he will grab and take you the way he wants you. Don't worry, he'll still pay attention to your pleasure too, if only out of pride. Sex is only good when you can satisfy not only yourself but also your partner.

@chxpsi

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@pink-peachie-pie

@nahoney22

[questforgalas]

Favorite sibling moments that made me fall in love with The Bad Batch during their TCW Arc - "Unfinished Business"

Not nearly as much screen time with the Batch this episode, but some of the greatest gems (if ya know, ya know)

"Please tell me we are blowing something up" Hunter's very subtle chuckle

Crosshair narrowing his eyes at Anakin like "please for the love of god just let him blow something up"

Hunter and Crosshair's looks between each other when Hunter says "And the regs think we take risks"

"Tech, can you rig an interface?" "I assume that's a rhetorical question" Tech babe he's only been around you for a day stop sassing your future bestie

The teamwork between Tech and Echo while rigging the signal - they weren't even a squad yet but they flowed together so seamlessly

Hunter and Tech's looks when Echo explains his plan

"Was there ever any doubt?" "Some" TECH. HON. 😂 Be nice to your future bestie!

Wrecker handing Hunter his rifle with no words and Hunter accepting it because he knows what's about to happen

"Time to release the wrecking ball!" "Honestly, I feel bad for those droids"

They literally cannot be more proud of each other's abilities and skills it kills me

"Ohhh! He's gonna try and top me. You watch!" again, sibling competition combined with the little chuckle during "You watch!" - he's so proud of Crosshair

"You miss me?"

"RELAX WRECKER YOU'LL TOP HIM NEXT TIME" "NO HE WON'T" i 👏 love 👏 them 👏 so 👏 much

(please please Jennifer I'm begging you, give them back to me)

Crosshair's hand-on-the-hip head shake as Anakin hands Wrecker the detonator

The seamless sentence add-ons when Echo asks them why they're not following the Jedi

Tech's smile growing bigger as Crosshair and Wrecker speak

Hunter's constant look of fondness at his brothers (I actually cannot handle it anymore I need them back together)

Wrecker and Tech's warm smiles at Echo as Hunter invites him to join the squad

CROSSHAIR'S SMILE AND NOD AT ECHO WHEN HUNTER SAYS "well, find us"

(listen, I'm such a Crosshair softy and especially when he was going down the arc he was in season 1, I admittedly dug up and grasped onto anything I could to prove that he loved his brothers and the empire arc wasn't permanent for him so yes that moment when I caught it during a rewatch really stuck out to me)

(I also grasp onto anything happy to counter the sadness in Rex's face as he walks away from Echo ok?)

Moral of the story: JENNIFER AND BRAD I WILL GIVE YOU ANYTHING TO HAVE THIS DYNAMIC BACK I CANNOT BEG YOU ENOUGH

Wow wow wow this really made me miss these boys and love and appreciate them even more even though we're literally only 4 days after season 2 ending. Thinking I'm going to do a whole TBB series rewatch and do this for each episode and then schedule the posts weekly. That'll at least be 30 weeks of positive TBB content and possibly ease the ache a little

[wild-karrde]

@sleepingsun501 has given us the gift of a young (De-Aged) Jesse! 💗💗 I’m already such a softy for our Clones, and seeing them look even younger makes my heart hurt for them even more.

She also has De-Aged Rex, Cody, Howzer, Tech, Crosshair, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo and Hardcase.

Link to De-Aged Jesse here.

There is something beautifully tragic about Erin's de-aged clone series, and I think most of that is her giving us the chance to see the clones looking the age they actually were biologically. These were men that were biologically in their twenties that were created purely to be cannon fodder for a Republic that they weren't really a part of, and seeing them portrayed as the young men that they were just hits me right in the heart strings. Oof.

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[moonstrider9904]

Rapture

Chapter 10 of Moonlight

{series masterlist} | {next chapter} {previous chapter}

{crossposted to AO3}

Chapter summary: Things appear to be going well as Clair and the Bad Batch prepare to hear the Republic and the GAR's decision on what to do regarding the pirate attacks that made her lose everything.

Warnings/tags: This chapter's a bit angstier than the others, but I promise it's leading places!! There's some making out and fluff as well, nothing too explicit, and some minor injuries.

Word count: 8.9k

Playlist: opus 2 (piano version)

As he noticed her eyes were beginning to flutter open, Crosshair tightened his grip on Clair’s body as he cradled her sleeping figure in his arms. The light from the sunny morning had just begun to peek in through the curtains, and the sound of her deep breathing was the only thing he could hear besides the occasional singing of birds. If Crosshair didn’t know better, he’d say he was back at the village with her rather than on Coruscant.

He’d woken up about an hour before that, this time opting against getting up from the bed before her. How could he? How could he bring himself to be anywhere but right next to her when she was simply so lovely, so peaceful and warm, when the memories of the previous day flooded his mind the moment he woke, even before? Flashes of her smile went through his mind, the musical sound of her laughter rung in his ears like heavenly chimes, and over the room, tell-tale signs of their day were scattered. The tiny lavender plant, Clair’s jewelry and tiara, her dress, the empty dishes.

It had rained almost all night on Coruscant, and that morning had been a sunny one with birds chirping and flowers seeking their beloved sunlight. The singing of the birds became in tune with Clair’s heartbeat as she slowly stirred back into consciousness, and the first thing she felt surround her was warmth. His warmth. And with that, her lips began to smile.

“Good morning, princess,” Crosshair said quietly, a smile curving his own lips.

Clair’s eyes finally opened. “Good morning, my prince,” she paused to yawn, burying her face in Crosshair’s bare chest as she did, only to rest there afterwards as she listened to his heart beating. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not very long.”

“That’s not very much like you,” she answered with the hint of a chuckle.

“It was a peaceful night,” he said. “I sleep better when I’m with you.”

“Listen to you being romantic—”

“Don’t tell the others.”

Clair chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to Crosshair’s chest. “I won’t. They know you’re a big softie, anyway.”

Crosshair chuckled and kissed the top of her head, gently taking some of her black locks in his fingers and tracing patterns onto her scalp. Clair then looked up at Crosshair and she wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer than they both thought possible as they looked each other in the eyes for a bit before closing the gap between their lips, indulging in a warm, loving kiss.

“You watched me sleep,” she said softly.

“I did.”

“And?” She giggled. “Do I make weird faces? Do I snore?”

“You’re actually very peaceful when you sleep,” he said, without any joke or sarcasm in his voice. “It brings me peace too. I could watch you every day.”

Clair grinned brightly at him despite being so sleepy and groggy from having just woken up. “I love you, you know that?”

“I know, Dumpling,” he kissed her forehead. “I love you too.”

Smiling, Clair leaned her head on his chest again and felt his warmth.

“You do mumble, though,” Crosshair broke the silence.

Clair lifted her head up. “Oh? What do I mumble about when I sleep?”

Crosshair smirked. “At one point, you said my name.”

She raised a brow at him. “Did I really?”

He nodded at her. “A few minutes after that, you said cheese, and then you rambled about some stuff I didn’t get. You were actually just making noises.”

Clair snickered. “Yep, sounds like me.”

Crosshair chuckled and kissed her forehead one more time. “I wish we could stay like this all day, but…”

“You have to be back at the Senate?”

“Yes.”

She began to get up. “See, I find the whole idea of ‘leaving my army duties aside for you’ romantic and all, but I really don’t want you to be late.”

“You’ll find I feel the same way,” Crosshair got out of the bed after her. “Shame we don’t have a time to take separate baths,” he slurred at her as a smirk crept onto his lips.

“You don’t strike me as someone who likes things quick and sloppy, Berry Pie,” Clair winked at him. “Believe me, you’ve shown me quite the opposite.”

With that same smirk, Crosshair growled at her playfully and followed her into the hotel room’s refresher. The hot water began coming out almost instantly and they both stepped in, kissing each other passionately, both of them with soap-filled hands getting the job done quickly. As he washed her hair, Crosshair made sure to get some kissing on Clair’s earlobes, her neck, her jaw, and finally her lips again, finding she looked stunning with water showering over her, seeming like a goddess bathing in a waterfall in that hotel-room refresher. He worshipped her; despite his duties, Clair was still the only concept present in his mind.

Despite their lovemaking, they made really good time. In a matter of minutes, they were both washed, dressed, and carrying their things to go and check out of the hotel, and outside of it, the droid and transport from the day before were waiting for them to take them back to the Senate building. Clair and Crosshair held hands the whole way, coming out of that hotel much closer than even the day before. Even the busy city of Coruscant had a different glow to it, making it seem a more beautiful place than it usually was.

Though it was still pretty early and the sun was just beginning its journey up the sky, the Senate building was busy and concurred as ever. Both well-dressed from their day before, they managed to blend in far better than the first time they arrived. Hand in hand and carrying their haul from the day before, Crosshair led Clair back to her room after which he planned to return to his barracks, nearly certain he’d find his brothers there. However, they were intercepted by the armored Bad Batch only lacking their helmets, flanked by commander Wolffe and another couple of troopers from his battalion.

“You actually made it back early,” Hunter said, unable to hide the smirk forming in his face.

“What is all that?” Wrecker pointed out the plant, the jewelry, the tiara, and Clair couldn’t help but blush a bit.

“It’s just my stuff,” she said sweetly.

As Clair quietly showed Tech and Wrecker her haul, proud and happy that Crosshair had spoiled her so much, Hunter exchanged a look with Crosshair. The sniper quickly looked away, never much for long periods of affection or telepathic conversation with his brothers, but Hunter kept looking proudly at him. His brother really had grown a lot, and he was more than capable, if not the only one capable, of giving Clair so much care.

“Anyway…” Hunter interrupted the wholesome moment. “Crosshair, you should suit up. The Jedi council will give the verdict on what proceeds regarding the whole pirate matter in about half an hour, and we all have to be there.”

“Thought so,” Crosshair answered. “Do we know what it’s going to be?”

“Not officially,” Hunter replied. “But it looks good so far. Talk has been happening since we arrived on a strategy to strike at them once and for all, and stop all their attacks instead of just letting them stop whenever they think they’ve made their point.”

“Casualties and wounded people would be prevented,” Clair said.

Hunter looked at her, suddenly melancholic, as were the rest of the batchers. In those amazing days Clair had been with them, with her wit, her kindness, her good energy, it seemed they’d forgotten why she was with them in the first place.

“Well that’s a relief,” Clair continued with a sigh. “Nobody wants to see them brought to justice more than the very people they affected.”

“I believe you, Clair,” Hunter said. “In fact, we brought up your knowledge of healing blends. If all goes accordingly and if you want to, we could use some of them in case anyone gets hurt.”

Clair’s chest tightened at the thought of any of them being hurt, even though she’d seen Crosshair’s scars before. They were soldiers, they knew what they were getting into and were strong enough to endure wounds, and she knew the purpose of healing blends was for them to be used at some point, though preferably not being touched.

“I’ll gladly help,” she answered. “I can even start some in advance.”

Hunter smiled at her. “Good. Now we just have to wait for the order. It really seems everything’s going to go according to plan.”

“And I can’t wait to kick pirate ass,” Wrecker smirked, smashing his fist into his palm. Tech nodded in agreement, and Clair noticed Crosshair’s eyes narrowing. She knew what he was thinking, she knew Crosshair was the one most anxious to snipe pirates away, she knew he wanted to do it for her.

“All in due time, Wreck,” Hunter calmed his massive brother down and turned to Crosshair. “Go get ready. You look nice, but you’re not on a date with her anymore. They won’t let you into the Jedi Council looking like that.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes at Hunter, but then he looked at Clair and handed her a few of the things he was carrying.

“Sorry I couldn’t walk you back to the room,” he told her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get there fine,” she smiled up at him. “I guess I’ll wait for you there.”

“No,” Wolffe spoke up. “The council wants you at the briefing as well.”

“Me?”

“Yes,” he said. “As a refugee, you represent everyone who was affected, and you have the right to know what’s going to happen.”

“Oh,” Clair said, a bit baffled by being given so much importance in the matter, but she supposed Wolffe was right. “That’s actually very considerate.”

“It was Master Plo’s idea.”

Clair smiled at the thought of Plo Koon, how he’d been so kind to her. She hoped the other Jedi would be like him.

She did, in a way, represent those affected by the attacks, even though the Bad Batch had insisted she remained with them. But like her, the refugees had ended up in a variety of situations. Bree had gone off-world with her family, others had been taken to shelters in Theed, others hadn’t been so lucky, and those were just on Naboo. So many, like her, lost everything.

Clair got memories of the Allium cafeteria, her baking, the smell of the kitchen, all the food being cooked and bread being baked, the sound of laughter from her customers, the first time she saw Crosshair looking at her as he sat in one of the tables with his three brothers. The way it went up in flames, and how it barely resembled itself once the fire was put out and it was scorched and black from the outside, how even her apartment had been consumed.

All it did was remind her why she was there, what she needed to accomplish, for her sake and that of the many others who had gone through similar as her, some even worse. At that moment, Clair truly hoped they were in store for good news and a way to end the conflict in justice. Those pirates didn’t deserve to roam freely around the galaxy.

“Where do I meet you then?” Clair asked Hunter.

“Be back here in fifteen.”

She nodded and smiled softly at Crosshair as she left for her room while Crosshair began heading for his barracks.

Clair arrived at her room and quickly got to it. She grabbed one of the bags from the wardrobe, a pale pink one that was almost beige, was decently sized and had many compartments. She put in everything Crosshair had spoiled her with (as well as made a mental note to herself that she had to spoil him more often too) and slipped out of her dress, folded it neatly, and put it in the bag alongside her regular feeling. With things being defined, it was likely she’d move somewhere differently. Despite her not being an actual part in the mission, Clair got a feeling she’d need to be ready. Besides, the clothes in that wardrobe were hers now, what with her virtually having nothing else.

Aware she was going to meet with the Jedi Council, Clair took out a long, flowy brown skirt printed with pink flowers and its green leaves, and she accompanied it with a plain, burgundy blouse. For jewelry, she wore the necklace Crosshair had gifted her and she combed her hair so it would look presentable. She then took out a few more of the clothes from the wardrobe, not wanting to take all of them, and put them inside the bag as well.

In the kitchen of the apartment, she still had some vials of blends she’d prepared in the course as well as of lone, spare herbs ready to be used. She went ahead and put those in the bag too; they wouldn’t be enough for any formal mission’s requirements, but they’d make a good start and she could always make more. She considered she’d have time to prepare whenever the mission was declared. When she considered she was ready, Clair left the bag on top of the bed and headed back out of the room, ready to meet up with the batch again.

They were already waiting for her in the hall and it seemed she was the last one to arrive; Crosshair was already there, armored and ready. Clair had gotten used to seeing him in actual clothing, but she did love the way he looked in his armor. His helmet was her favorite part, something she hadn’t told him yet. A smile crept up on her face when she saw him, seeming so tall and professional, truly her knight.

“You’re done early,” Hunter told her. “You ready?”

Clair felt her heart beating faster. “I think so.”

“What is it?”

“You’re expecting me to go before the Jedi Council,” she replied. “I think I’m only just realizing what that means.”

“You’ll be fine,” Tech encouraged her. “They know you’re a civilian and won’t ask anything that exceeds your capabilities.”

“Thanks, but that’s not exactly what worries me,” she said. “Just being under their gazes might make me pulverize.”

“I repeat, you’ll be fine. That won’t happen to you—not literally, at least.”

Clair smiled blankly at Tech. “You do know how to comfort.”

“Alright, enough chatter, everyone,” Wolffe cut in. “General Plo has contacted me, the council’s ready for us.”

The news from Wolffe didn’t help Clair’s nerves much, but Crosshair walked up next to her and brushed his gloved fingers against the back of her palm, and when their gazes met he gave her a small nod. Clair sighed and nodded back at him, wishing she could cling to him for some sense of stability. Hell, he could carry her for all she cared, she’d still be nervous. Bet the decree was supposed to be a good one, she’d finally hear the words coming from the Jedi council that the ones responsible for her loss and that of so many others would be prosecuted and brought to justice. It was worth the nerves, it was worth everything, and she’d be going in with the four men she trusted most in the universe.

Commander Wolffe led the way to the eastern wing of the Senate building where they arrived at a large, opulent conference room with chairs surrounding the center, a place the Jedi council went to when they needed to treat politics rather than official Jedi matters back at their temple. Clair immediately recognized Plo Koon and his presence showered a wave of comfort over her, but the rest of the Jedi council inevitably caught her attention. It was diverse, comprised of humans and other species, males and females. There were also clones from the Coruscant guard at the corners of the room, and in the chair on the far east sat the Chancellor himself. Clair kept from panicking and forced herself to adapt quickly; she wasn’t told Palpatine would be there, but she decided to see it as a good sign.

Wolffe and his other two troopers went to flank Plo Koon where he sat, and meanwhile, Clair and the Bad Batch stood in the center of the room.

“Clone Force 99,” the Chancellor began, “it is good to see you here at last.”

Hunter lightly bowed. “We’re honored to be here.”

“The council and I are quite moved and impressed by the motion your squadron put forward,” Palpatine continued. “It is always honorable to seek justice, especially when one closely affected is of great importance to us.”

Momentarily, all the pairs of eyes in the room fell on Clair, and regardless, her knees remained solid.

“We realize the precarious state of the tragedy unleashed on Naboo and on so many other planets, and we sympathize with you for all of your losses as well as all those affected by the attacks.”

“Thank you, Chancellor,” Clair answered solemnly.

“The Jedi council and I have been debating this over long hours, analyzing the proposed strategy given by the Grand Army of the Republic as well as the demands and conditions given by the pirate gangs regarding the attacks,” Palpatine continued. “After keeping in mind every point of view, however, the Republic and its militia, which includes the Jedi Order, have decided not to get further involved in the retaliation.”

Silence. It took Clair some moments to process what he’d said, the way it had changed course so abruptly. While she did, the batchers exchanged looks with each other, and Crosshair couldn’t help the way his eyes narrowed in disgust at the decree. The four Coruscant guard soldiers exchanged looks too from across the room, and even Wolffe himself seemed surprised at the news. Clair kept silent, her words balling up in her throat as she struggled to settle on something to say, a part of her still not believing it was real.

“Beg pardon?” She stuttered.

“My dear, I realize this comes as a shock to you,” Palpatine tapped his fingers together in his usual manner. “However, the terms of the threat are very clear. Further involvement with these pirates will lead to more attacks, and the Republic does not want to get involved in a separate, smaller war.”

Clair slowly shook her head. “If I may,” her voice shook as she begged herself to keep her tone as reasonable and respectful as she could, “that would be the equivalent of letting this terrorist group—because that’s what they became the moment those bombs detonated—do whatever they want with you and with civilians without a single boundary. You must realize it’s wrong.”

“We simply do not want to endorse further conflict.”

“But what if that’s needed for there to be justice?” Clair retaliated and she turned to the Jedi around her. “You must all believe in justice, standing by while others get hurt surely isn’t the Jedi way!”

“We believe in keeping the peace,” said one of the members of the council.

“The Jedi are leading the Clone War,” Clair said. “You must know that peacekeeping is not black and white.”

“Not when we have armed and trained soldiers at our side,” Palpatine said.

“Which you still would for the intervention we request,” Clair spoke.

“And it would continue to put civilian lives at risk.”

Clair heard the increasing threat in Palpatine’s voice, and her anger began to stir too.

“More lives will be at risk if you don’t do anything,” she said. “Lives have already been lost. I lost everything because of those pirates. My life’s work, that took years of studying, effort, all the money I had saved. I lost my home, everything I possessed except for the clothes on my back, and I’m only here because these four men refused to leave me to my luck in a refugee program that happens to be flawed. And I was lucky to have them there at the time, others had a much harder time figuring out what to do.”

“We are aware of this squadron’s difficulty to behave according to protocol.”

“Which I’m sure is a blessing when you need it to be,” she accused, disgusted at the hypocrisy surrounding her boys. “But more to the point, if you stand by now and do nothing, you’ll only prove to these pirates—and anyone else—that they can do whatever they want with you. That all it takes is a threat and you’ll leave them be. If you prove to them you won’t stand up to them, you’ll also prove to your citizens that you won’t stand up for us.”

Her words were powerful, but her tone was sad. Her eyes were too, those big eyes that never hid a single emotion. Looks were exchanged all over the room; at times, pitiful gazes fell over Clair, and behind her, Crosshair and Hunter exchanged a look, both of them fuming. Meanwhile, Clair felt disappointed, hopeless even. That was what she’d lost. Any sort of hope that the Republic could help had faded, just as she imagined the hope fading in a refugee who continuously waited for aid that would never come.

“I beg you to reconsider,” she said, her voice quieter now, breaking.

“I’m afraid this decision is final,” Palpatine said, his gaze displaying a sympathy that could not have been faker. “We simply deemed it important for you to know, since you do represent those affected by this unfortunate circumstance. However, we are confident the attacks will stop. It’s truly for the best.”

Clair knew nothing she could say would change their mind. If preparation, a well planned out strategy, and a noble cause couldn’t get them to go through with it, there was no way she, a mere baker and a refugee, would be able to do. Like her, there were thousands, thousands who had already been ignored when they desperately needed aid. Her heart broke as she understood more of the bad chatter that went around the galaxy.

“Anyways, I believe with that, this meeting can be dismissed. We are sorry for the inconvenience,” said the Chancellor. “You may stay as long as you need, as for Squad 99, you may wait for your next mission.”

Crosshair and Hunter once again exchanged looks, and though they were both clearly mad, they limited themselves to nodding respectfully at the Chancellor a final time. Clair looked over at Plo Koon, her final hope for anything, but she could see his facial muscles downcast; clearly he was disappointed too. With that, she knew it was final. It was over. Nothing would be done by the only ones who had a shot at doing anything, and she’d have to deal with that.

“Thank you,” she said. For nothing, she might as well have added, but she didn’t find it in her to muster any spunk after such a sour decree. The rest of the batch acknowledged the Chancellor and the Jedi council as well, and they then turned their backs and headed back towards the hallway, Clair walking with Crosshair’s hand protectively on her shoulder.

The door closed behind them; the hallway was empty and quiet, but Clair led them down several meters so as to not be right in front of them when everyone else exited the room. She was quiet, too quiet, and it was a silence that worried the boys. They’d never seen her like that, though they feared it was the only sane way for her to feel. Everything about the situation was unfair, they knew it all too well.

Upon reaching the elevators, Clair stopped, leaning on the wall for a bit as the four clones made their way in front of her, all of them looking at her with concern. Crosshair still held onto Clair, squeezing her shoulder to hopefully bring her attention to him, but her eyes remained on the floor a bit more. She didn’t want to look up at Crosshair with angry eyes.

“So… what happens now?” Wrecker asked softly.

“Nothing,” her voice was barely a whisper. “We go on as if nothing happened because indeed nothing happened.”

“We won’t condone it,” Hunter said firmly.

“I appreciate the thought, but you all still answer to the Republic,” she told them.

At the mention of that, the four clones exchanged looks with each other; it was one of those moments in which they all thought the same thing.

“It’s not worth complicating things,” she said. “And I don’t want you guys getting into trouble.”

“We’re used to being the problem squad,” Hunter told her.

“But not over this,” she said, and then drifted into silence again. Just then, they heard faint steps approaching them, revealing to be Wolffe and his other two troopers. The commander removed his helmet and his eyes were soft when they landed on Clair, a sight anyone rarely got to see. He seemed disappointed too.

Wolffe sighed. “None of us saw it coming. General Plo did mention some hesitation from the council but it all painted as though they were going to go through with it. He said there was never any reason to worry, ultimately it was the Chancellor’s decision.”

Clair nodded sadly. “It’s fine… I know if anyone wanted to support—” she was about to say me, “—the cause, it was General Plo.”

Despite her words, Wolffe understood it wasn’t fine in any way, and his softness didn’t fade. All differences with the Bad Batch aside, he did care for Clair. He could also recognize when a helpless civilian was cast aside like garbage, something his squad would also never stand for.

“I really am sorry,” Wolffe said.

Her lips barely curved, directing a small, sad smile at the commander. “It’s not your fault. But thanks.”

He returned the gesture and then addressed Hunter. “Gentlemen.”

“Commander,” Hunter mirrored the respectful tone. Being acknowledged as gentlemen was a first for all of them.

Wolffe and the other soldiers walked away, leaving the five of them alone again. Clair then looked warily over her shoulder where the briefing room was.

“I don’t want to be out here when everyone else comes out,” she said.

“I quite agree,” Tech muttered.

“Right,” Hunter said and looked at Crosshair. “You’ve got this. We’ll be at the barracks.”

Crosshair nodded back at his brother, and somehow, it seemed his gesture carried more intention than it usually did. In turn, Hunter then looked at Wrecker and Tech before they walked off, and Hunter whispered something to Tech that Clair could barely make out.

“Get the ship ready.”

They then got on the elevator and left Clair and Crosshair in the hallway, and Crosshair took her hand and started leading her westward to eventually arrive at a terrace in that same floor. It had trees, benches, and some people minding their own business, all of them dressed so elegantly that they were most definitely politicians. Clair found a bench under the shade of a tree and sat down while Crosshair stood in front of her, looking down at her with soft eyes only she could earn.

“You sounded like a senator in there,” Crosshair thought out loud.

“Maybe if I was a senator, they would have paid attention to me. Or perhaps not even then, in view of the circumstances.”

Crosshair sighed and sat next to her; his fingers still locked with hers.

Clair sighed. “I never wanted to tell you this…”

He raised an eyebrow at her and waited for her to go on, and then she sighed again.

“More and more people are losing their faith in the Republic,” she said. “All the things they say, the reasons they give… I never wanted to believe it until now. I’d hear so much of that talk back at the Allium, in the streets, and that was on Naboo. On that tiny, boring town on Naboo. I can’t imagine what it’s like in the rest of the galaxy. They all feel abandoned. We’ve all been abandoned…”

“I know I wouldn’t be loyal if I were abandoned,” Crosshair said quietly.

“Not that I would blame you for it,” she said before taking another deep breath.

He sighed. “They betrayed everything we stand for, even with our own peculiar mindsets.”

Clair absently looked forward. “I can’t believe it.”

His eyes fell on her; he knew Clair wouldn’t appreciate any pity from him. But he was worried about her. Just the day before and that morning she had seemed so radiant, so hopeful, happy. As much as Crosshair didn’t want the decree to bring her down, he knew it was inevitable. He gently squeezed her palm, if only to let her know he’d be there no matter what, but her gaze was still lost. She was still processing it all. Then, Clair stood up and made her way to the edge of the terrace, resting her hands on the railing and gazing out at the city, her eyes unchanged in their emotion. Crosshair was still at the bench, watching her, trying to understand how she felt. He couldn’t do so entirely since all his life he’d been with his brothers, he’d had people with him from the start. The very way he got together with Clair in the first place was proof he’d never been completely alone before, and all he could do was imagine the loneliness Clair felt at the moment.

He and his brothers were the closest thing she had to a family. Her home was gone. Her life’s work, a restaurant she’d put so much effort into, had vanished, and she’d received no compensation in any way. Her savings were scarce, and even her assistant, who had seemed like a best friend to her, had moved to a planet, and they didn’t know where exactly. True, there was the village, and there was Mora. The lake, the forest, a place Clair had enjoyed and would like to settle down if she had to, but that was the thing. It seemed she now had to, because those with the power to do something in defense of the civilians had opted out. Clair had every right to be frustrated, and that was putting it mildly.

The wind blew past her hair and Clair’s thoughts took no peculiar form, she simply found herself missing forests and the chirping of birds as she stared out into the city skyline. In the nothingness she felt, she then felt a pair of lean, strong hands circling around her waist before arms wrapped around her and Crosshair pressed his body onto hers, his scent surrounding her from behind. Being much taller than she was, Crosshair had to bend to rest his chin on top of her head as his hands found their way to hold both of hers on the railing, and there the two remained, staring at the openness.

After some moments in silence, Crosshair led Clair back to the bench, the area which had luckily been deserted as the politicians had to return to their duties. When they were almost at the bench, Crosshair secured Clair and picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and he sat down at the bench with her still safely in his grip. He held her close, her ear up against his chest as her arms snaked around him and she rested on him, defeated.

“You’re not alone, alright?” Crosshair muttered. “I’m not leaving you and neither are my brothers. They’re your family now too.”

When she let out the first sniffle, Crosshair felt his heart shatter. Her arms tightened around him, and Crosshair secured his grip on her as well, his cheek now resting at the top of her head, wanting to destroy the senate building with every time Clair sniffled.

“I want to go back to the village,” she said, her voice breaking. “I want to go back and I don’t want to leave. I’ll work for Mora and live in the woods, I don’t care.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Crosshair said in a soothing tone, lifting his head slightly to press a kiss to Clair’s temple.

“You have your missions,” she said. “I could be at the village while you’re off—”

“Forget about that.”

“Crosshair, you still have your duty—”

“I said forget it.”

“Listen,” she straightened up. “I know if it were up to the clone army rather than the Chancellor, things would have gone differently. The Republic desperately needs uninterested troopers who will do the right thing.”

“Except that screws up my plan,” Crosshair said.

Clair didn’t quite understand what he meant, she simply hugged him tighter. She felt helpless, and it was one of the worst feelings anyone could experience. What she’d just heard in that briefing room was everything that was wrong with the galaxy, with the way it was governed—she felt naïve for believing and hoping too much.

Crosshair ran his gloved fingers through her hair, somehow managing to calm her down. “There will always be people willing to do the right thing. We’re simply unlucky those people aren’t our leaders. But when that happens, you have to take comfort in those you have around you. We’ll do anything for you.”

Clair looked up at Crosshair, tears still flooding her eyes. It took all his power not to shatter; Clair’s tears were enough of a weapon on him, capable of bringing him to his knees and making him accede to any condition just to get her to stop crying, but he knew he had to be strong for her.

“I’ll do anything for you,” he concluded.

“Cross,” Clair whimpered and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on her shoulder as she cried her eyes out. Crosshair held her tightly as she cried and then shifted her so that his forehead would rest on hers, silently helping her get through her anguish. Her tears eventually stopped flowing from her eyes and her sobs became sniffles once more, and at last she was only breathing, feeling Crosshair’s warmth and presence.

Once he stopped feeling her shaking, Crosshair put her down on the bench. He got up and paced away a bit, leaving Clair alone just for a bit before returning with a flower in his hand, a tiny pink wildflower he’d found and picked from one of the plants. Clair sniffled and wiped her eyes before taking the tiny flower, a smile finally brightening up her face.

“Thanks,” she said.

Crosshair smiled softly at her and took her hand, pulling her up to standing. “We gotta go. We’re going to your room and you’re grabbing your things, then we’re heading for the ship. We’ve got nothing more to do here.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” she said. “Have you been assigned anything yet?”

“No.”

“Well?”

“That doesn’t matter. We always drift anyway.”

Clair nodded and linked her arm with Crosshairs, still holding gently onto the tiny flower. Examining it, she figured she could sundry it and keep it in a journal, or in a picture frame, maybe. She’d eventually know what to do with it.

It appeared her hunch had been right, and Clair was happy she’d left everything she needed in the bag before the briefing. Upon remembering the awful result of it, Clair grabbed another couple of clothes from the closet out of spite; she was too mad to deem it a petty gesture, and she kept that in mind as she shoved the clothes into the back. She then swung it over her shoulder and met Crosshair at the entrance of the apartment, the wildflower still clearly in view, and the two walked down together to eventually group with the bad batch at one of the landing bays.

Steam was coming from the Marauder’s exhaust ports, its silent hiss mostly only noticeable to Hunter amidst all the noise. There was a lot of it even considering that this landing bay was among the most deserted ones at that hour. He stood at the bottom of the Marauder’s stairs, eyes peeled for Clair and Crosshair. Wrecker and Tech soon exited the ship and walked up behind him, all three of them warily staring at their surroundings.

“Just as a final confirmation,” Hunter began, trailing off on purpose.

“All in,” Wrecker crossed his arms.

“Likewise,” Tech added. “I have pre scrambled the ship’s signature. We’ll leave Coruscant with our current signature and I’ll be able to authorize the scrambling remotely while in hyperspace. The ship won’t be tracked, and I can further tweak any devices in our armor to not give off any signatures. They’re minor, but we won’t take that risk.”

“What about Cody?” Hunter said.

“I can’t do much about the transmissions we exchanged from the village,” Tech said. “But all they will be are past transmissions. He’ll have to guess whether we’re there or not. But I can make adjustments to our own comm channel, it’ll take too much effort for them to find us. That or a mind like mine, which the Republic does not have another one of.”

“Well done,” Hunter told him. “Are Crosshair’s things on board?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now we wait.”

As they waited for the couple to arrive, they made their best effort to seem nonchalant, occasionally scanning the Coruscant Guard troopers that walked by. Nobody suspected anything, they merely stared a bit at the batchers, but that much they were used to. So far, things were going as smoothly as they could.

Clair and Crosshair eventually appeared from behind a corridor leading to the landing bay, and it didn’t take Hunter long at all to notice the flower she was holding. Subtly, he smiled at her and Crosshair; no doubt that was some sort of gesture from his brother. But Clair had a lingering sadness in her eyes, and Hunter hoped it would dissipate the farther away she was from the Senate.

What Clair had said at the briefing room when the chancellor had taken a jab at their squad had stuck with him. She was right, the Batch were often treated badly. They had been since they were cadets, always pointed at for being different. But coincidentally, they were regarded highly whenever they were required to do a special mission, and more often than not, something that involved dirty work. Then they were an elite squad, not a group of defective clones with a difficulty for following orders and adhering to protocol.

As a group and a family, they were never much for upholding the Republic’s ideals in battle, or giving the war’s purpose a good name. Usually they just went to their missions, blew stuff up, enjoyed showing off in front of regs and even more when they expressed any jealousy. But at their core, they always did what was right, and they were always loyal to each other. That included Clair now, it had since the moment they saw her on the paramedics’ bed covered by a blanket after the attack that cost her everything. And if the Republic was willing to stand by and do nothing while it just stuck to the political aspects of its war, that was something the Bad Batch wouldn’t stand for.

Looking at Clair with the bag swung over her shoulder, her hand holding Crosshair’s and all ready to climb on the ship with them, Hunter reminded himself he at least would have to return to Coruscant eventually. It pained him that he had to leave so abruptly, but he knew Scarlett understood. He’d left her a message explaining everything. He’d return for her in the near future when things settled down.

“We’re here,” Crosshair said.

“No shit,” Wrecker answered and lightly shoved Crosshair in his classic brotherly manner, a solid attempt to lighten everyone’s mood.

“Good, get on the ship,” Hunter said. He’d be the last one on board, always making sure his own were safe and ready to go.

Tech was the first one in the ship, all ready at the pilot’s chair. Wrecker gestured at Clair to get on and she was halfway up the steps when she noticed Wrecker becoming wary, his gaze trailed in the direction she and Crosshair had come from. At the bottom of the ramp, Wrecker nudged Hunter, who then looked in that same direction.

Commander Wolffe was approaching them, by himself, removing his helmet as he reached them. Everyone stopped, looking at the trooper and expecting whatever it was he had to say. Though he seemed gruff as ever, there was some level of emotion in Wolffe’s eyes as he looked at the Batch, and specifically, at the flower Clair held in her hand.

“I’m afraid I cannot let you do this,” Wolffe said.

“Do what?” Said Hunter.

“At least have the decency to not lie to me in the face.”

“Why don’t you go on and tell us what you’re thinking?”

“I know you don’t agree with the action the GAR just took,” Wolffe said. “I don’t either, but that is no reason to desert and live as runaways. I don’t like you, but you’re too good a squad. Think about what you’re doing.”

“We’re not endorsing a Republic who cowers from its duty at the expense of civilians,” Crosshair growled.

“Yeah, and we won’t be its puppets either,” Wrecker added.

“Look, you’ve always been given more liberty than any other battalion. You don’t have to represent or endorse anything.”

“Clair’s important to us and she’s part of our family now. A personal blow to her is a blow to us,” Hunter said.

“Who said it was personal?” Wolffe said. “Look, I already told you, I’m on your side. But it’s my duty to not let you go through with this.”

“You’re not keeping us from going anywhere, commander.”

“See, that’s the thing. I’m a commander, I do outrank you, and for your sake as well as hers, I suggest you follow this order.”

Hunter grimaced. “That’s where you made your mistake. Pulling rank on us is never a good idea.”

Crosshair turned around and met eyes with Clair. “Get on the ship.”

“I’m not getting on without you,” she answered.

“Trust me,” he told her.

Her heart squeezed, but she knew to trust him. She turned around and got on the ship, her heart beginning to race as she felt the tension outside. She went to the cockpit with Tech, who was already aware of the situation and powering up the ship’s systems and prepping it for a hasty escape.

Meanwhile outside, Wolffe sighed. He wasn’t pleased with what he had to do, but he owed it to his code to do what he must. He began pulling out his blaster and aimed it at Hunter, and he, Crosshair, and Wrecker became defensive.

“Then I’m afraid I have to place you under arrest,” Wolffe said. “Clair will be fine, she won’t be processed. But that’s not a luxury I can grant the rest of you.”

“Sorry commander, I know you’re a good soldier and a good man,” Hunter said as he stopped Wrecker and Crosshair from pulling blasters out as well. “But this is bigger than duty. We are not serving a Republic who treats its own citizens like expendable assets, only helping when it’s convenient for them. It strips what little purpose the war had for us. I’m sure you’ll find it in you to understand.”

“Clair could have died in that explosion, instead, she only had to lose everything,” Crosshair said. “Later on Bespin, she was nearly kidnapped by those same pirates, Stars know what could have happened to her if I hadn’t arrived on time. Those are the people your Republic are letting run freely, and ironically, we’re the ones being placed under arrest. Surely even a reg like you can process that’s wrong.”

“I’ve had enough of your little complex,” Wolffe aimed the blaster at Crosshair, and Hunter stood between them with his hands up trying to calm the heated winds.

“Easy,” Hunter said.

“You’re under arrest,” Wolffe affirmed. “Get your hands where I can see them.”

At that moment, several shock troopers arrived behind Wolffe, only raising tensions further. From inside the Marauder, Clair listened to the conversation with her heart pounding against her chest and she looked nervously at the cockpit.

“Tech?” She muttered.

“On it,” he said as he powered up the engines, and the Marauder would be in the air whenever he commanded.

Outside, Wolffe and the rest of the soldiers heard the Marauder’s engines.

“Tell your trooper to power them down,” Wolffe said.

“No,” Hunter replied lowly, his hand hovering above his blaster.

“I dare you to repeat that,” Wolffe growled.

Crosshair and Wrecker were ready to blast their way out of there as well. Inside the ship, Clair was frantically looking for something, anything, she could use to help. She didn’t plan on watching her boys be arrested either.

“No,” Hunter repeated as he looked Wolffe straight in the eyes.

Just as Wolffe was about to give the shock troopers the order to stun them, Clair prepared one of the small, empty crates that could fit in her hand and, from behind the open door of the Marauder, she threw it at one of the troopers who had his blaster ready. It caught everyone off guard, giving her enough time to grab another one and throw it at another trooper, hitting the visor of his helmet (out of sheer luck) and breaking it, compromising his vision. Clair kept up the throwing with her prepared improvised ammo, and it gave her three boys outside enough time to react and stun some of the troopers threatening them while retreating into the Marauder.

Clair also threw some larger crates at her boys for them to cover themselves with or throw as well to intercept bolts, thought at one point, and of the shock troopers targeted Clair. She barely noticed the stun bolt coming at her and she quickly hid behind the door, whimpering at how close it had been to hitting her. The detail didn’t escape Crosshair’s eye, and he made that trooper his sole target, stunning him instantly in return.

Wrecker was the first one of the three inside the Marauder, providing cover from behind. When Crosshair was about get behind the wall as well, a stun bolt managed to hit him and he fell onto the ground, groaning in pain as he felt his muscles tensing up so much that he could barely move. Another stun bolt and he’d be unconscious.

“Cross!” Clair yelled in alarm as Wrecker bent to grab him and drag him into the ship.

“Cover Hunter!” He told Clair.

Hunter grabbed the blaster Crosshair had dropped and used both to stun most of the remaining troopers as he steadily retreated, all with the help of Clair’s crate throwing that confused the troopers enough to mess with their aim. With Crosshair safely in the ship, Hunter was the only one left; Clair threw one of the larger empty boxes that took out Wolffe and another two troopers, finally granting Hunter an opening to run into the Marauder. Tech had brought the ship off the ground before Hunter was fully inside, and the sergeant swiftly made his way inside as the Marauder finally drifted into the air, leaving the Senate building behind.

Clair felt her hands shaking from the adrenaline mixed with her worry for Crosshair as he kept grunting. Wrecker kept hold of him while Hunter hurried to the copilot’s chair and helped Tech out with the controls so that the engineer could focus on making the ship move fast. In seemingly no time, they were out of Coruscant’s atmosphere, and Tech punched in coordinates to finally make the jump to hyperspace.

Everyone on the ship exhaled in relief when they were finally in hyperspace, though the bitterness of what had went down on Coruscant lingered in the air. Crosshair’s grunts also filled the ship as he continued twitching in pain now and then, leaving for Wrecker to lift him up.

“I’ll take him to his cot,” he said. “We’ll have to wait for the effect to pass.”

“I can help him,” Clair said, but seeing Crosshair in pain was threatening to make her break. She denied that impulse, though. He’d been strong for her, now she wanted to be the strong one for his sake. Wrecker carried Crosshair off to his room and Clair opened her bag quickly and took out her supplies. In a kettle she began boiling water and mashed together thyme and black cherry, spare herbs she still had on hand from her course.

As the ship became steady in hyperspace, Hunter emerged from the cockpit to find Clair heating the water and working with the herbs. At first, he looked at her sadly, but watching her working inspired him a bit, and he soon found himself smiling at her.

“Those were some nice throws,” Hunter told her.

She chuckled sadly. “I had to do something.”

“I mean it,” he said. “You gave us a chance to escape.”

She smiled. “Guess I did. Glad I could help.”

Hunter could feel the way she was still tense.

“What happens now?” She then asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to desert?”

“We weren’t planning on attracting that much attention. But don’t worry, we’ll return to the village and settle down there.”

“Will that be enough?”

“We’ve taken precautions,” Hunter said. “We’ll be fine, I promise.”

Clair smiled sadly as she watched the kettle, waiting for the water to boil.

“Um…” she began. “Thanks… for everything you said…”

Hunter smiled at her. “Again, I mean it. You’re one of us now too.”

She felt some of the tension leaving her and the smile she mustered next was a bit more filled with hope. “I’m glad to know that.”

Just then the water began to boil; Clair removed it from the fire and placed the herbs in an infuser to make the tea. When it was finished steeping, she removed the blend and set it aside, pouring the tea into a cup. She looked at Hunter, who smiled almost proudly at her.

“Go,” he said. “He needs you.”

Clair smiled. “Yeah, I do too.”

She made her way towards the bunk rooms, quickly finding Crosshair’s as he and Wrecker were inside. Wrecker smiled up at Clair and got up, letting her in with a kind pat on her shoulder before he got out of the room. She then looked at Crosshair and relaxed when she noticed he wasn’t groaning anymore, but his body did look tense and his hands were balled up into fists and his chest heaved up and down as he breathed. He was sitting up with his back resting on the wall, and Clair sat next to him on the bed and held the cup up to his mouth.

“Drink this,” she told him, her voice soft enough to soothe his nerves.

He could barely move his hands, but Clair helped tilt the cup for him to drink. He took a few sips and with time he gradually began feeling his muscles relax, all while Clair sat unconditionally at his side.

“What’s in that?” He said a while after finishing the tea, feeling its effect slowly over his body.

“Thyme and black cherry, both herbs help relax muscles,” she explained. “That bolt made you tense, so I knew this would help.”

He was finally relaxed enough to smile and, feeling tired, he leaned his head on her shoulder.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

Clair leaned her cheek on his silver hair and even gave the top of his head a soft kiss as they sat there in silence for a long while, enough for Crosshair to feel his body returning almost to normal.

“I can’t believe you did that for me,” Clair broke the silence.

Crosshair lifted his head up and looked her in the eyes. “Anything.”

She smiled at him, sad that it had meant him getting hurt, but touched nonetheless. They held each other’s hands and sat there in silence, eventually lying on the bed at eye level with each other, looking each other in the eyes.

Eventually, Crosshair felt better and strong enough to shift on his own, and he took Clair in his arms so that she’d rest her head on his chest. Holding her closely, he stroked her hair, hopefully allowing her to relax as well after how bad that day had been for her.

“It’s over now,” he told her. “You can relax too.”

His words made her realize how right he was. With them not part of the army anymore, they had to figure out what to do, and for Clair that meant settling down. She’d find Mora and work for her, make some sort of living, figure things out with Crosshair. It seemed a rather uncertain plan, but it was a good start.

The thought made her hug Crosshair more tightly. “I can’t wait to see the lake again.”

Crosshair smiled softly. “Me neither, Dumpling.”

He thought back to the time he nearly kissed her on that lake, only to be interrupted by Wrecker’s indiscreet yelling. Smiling at himself, he felt he’d get the chance to do that at last.

Yes, he at last had the chance to do a lot of things with her, and that was worth more than being in any army.

(no taglist for now because I crossposted these all together and i don't want to keep spamming y'all lol)

[cloneforceenby]

Bad Batch AU: Omega and her many, many uncles ✨

This is a continuation of the "Five Clones & a Little Lady" Bad Batch AU/headcanons about The Bad Batch raising Omega from a baby. Let's talk about how our favourite clones would be as uncles to little Omega growing up! This was so fun to write, honestly.

Thank you @scarlettroseog for the help with these!!

Note: I've finally been decisive and this AU assumes everything up until and maybe just after the Citadel arc happened, meaning all our faves are still alive, except the Domino Squad; please accept my apologies to Droidbait, Cutup and Hevy for not being included in this. If its any consolation, this means Fives would absolutely for sure been there to help rescue Echo on Skako Minor.

Oh, and 99 is alive. He just is. Don’t question it.

Mando'a glossary:

Buir(e): father(s)

Ad'ika: daughter/little one

Ba'vodu: uncle

Ba'buir: grandfather

So, the many, many uncles, let's begin with the 501st (I will do other clones in another post!). I haven't fully decided where they are/what they're doing in this AU. Maybe they're on a nearby planet, I don't know. The main thing is that they visit often and Omega loves them. 

Rex: 

Hands down, the most trusted uncle of them all (you'll see why as I go on), besides Cut Lawquane. When Rex is in charge of babysitting, Hunter in particular can actually relax and get on with whatever he's doing, because he knows Omega is in good hands.

Rex is nervous to begin with, but Echo picks up on it and guides him through how to hold her safely. Tech quietly offers to show Rex the extremely useful baby care videos. Rex quietly accepts.

Due to incessant teasing from the 501st, Omega first refers to him as Grandpa Rex and calls him Ba'buir, but eventually she switches to Uncle/Ba'vodu Rex. She adores him, though, particularly because they're both blonde! He always has time for cuddles (no really, he will drop everything if Omega calls for him), is full of stories to tell her, and he might just secretly be her favourite.

Fives:

The self-proclaimed favourite, coolest uncle in the galaxy. Cried when Echo first called and told him about Omega. Due to being so close to Echo, Fives seems to believes himself to be the uncle-est of uncles. They're all her uncles, but he's the most uncle of them all. In fact, he was offended that no one got him a "congratulations on becoming an uncle" card. Rex writes a half-assed one on the back of a receipt to shut him up. Fives wasn't amused.

Fives is not allowed to babysit Omega alone and especially not with Jesse and Hardcase, because the three of them caring for her only ends in disaster, or Hunter crying. Case in point; Fives was once left in sole charge of Omega for 30 minutes and she wandered off without him noticing. It took him ten minutes to realise the child had disappeared. Cue panicked clones, Hunter in hysterics (can you tell he is the Anxious Dad™️ of the bunch?). Omega was found napping under Echo's bed. Turns out Fives had forgotten they were playing hide and seek. For Hunter's own sanity, Fives is never left in charge of Omega anymore.

Jesse:

Assumes he is in charge when Rex isn't around to babysit but he isn't. In reality, he isn't allowed to babysit without Kix of Dogma around to keep him and the others in check. Fives and Hardcase are the ringleaders for mischief, but he eggs them on and joins in, making him just as untrustworthy.

Once, he just stood back and watched as Fives and Hardcase allowed tiny Omega to eat her bodyweight in junk and candy, despite Crosshair having specifically left a meal for them to heat up for her. Crosshair gets home to his ad'ika looking a little green, and receives a lovely welcome home gift in the form of vomit. All over him.

For real though, Jesse is a sweetheart, and he was so honoured to even get to hold her when she was a baby. He turns into a total softie around her, making faces, playing peekaboo, all the baby talk. He listens so intently whenever she babbles or talks, and will fight any of the others to get to read her a bedtime story. He would quite literally kill a man for this little girl.

Hardcase: 

The Funcle™️, or so he claims. Heard once that babies are made of rubber (and therefore bounce), and believed it. He loves Omega to bits, but can't figure out why her buire (especially Hunter) look so fearful everytime he goes near her. Might have been the time he tried to yeet the weeks-old Omega into the air because he saw a guy throw his child in the air once, and the kid seemed to love it. Or when he brought an old 501st jetpack for four year old Omega to play with (Rex did not see him smuggle that on the ship when going to visit them, or he would have confiscated it). He means well, he does. But he also has little to no sense of danger, and for that reason, mone of Omega's buire allow him around her unsupervised.

Much to their despair, Omega adores Hardcase's chaos and often tries to copy him, which has previously ended in upset or injury. If Omega is hurt on his watch, though, Hardcase feels utterly awful. But then he never learns.

Kix: 

Now being a full time medic, the Bad Batch (mainly Hunter, Wrecker a very close second) practically have this guy on speed dial. Seriously, that little girl will fall and graze her knee and you'd think she was bleeding out. When Omega bumped her head because Wrecker wasn't looking where he was going with her sat on his shoulders, it was as if her head had been sliced clean off. Kix finds it adorable though, they just want their ad'ika to be safe and healthy, although he knows for a fact that Tech self-taught himself basic medical aid, and almost definitely extended that to baby and child care. He doesn't mind too much, Omega might just be the sweetest kid he knows, she comes out with the funniest and most profound things, so he'd never turn down a call from them.

He got Omega a tiny medkit because he'd always catch her trying to look inside his when he visits. One time they had a great day where he taught her some basic first aid, and her buire and many of her uncles ended up all wrapped up in bandages.

Kix is the actual second in command if Rex can't babysit, although he has on occasion allowed Hardcase, Fives and Jesse's antics as long as Omega is in no immediate danger. He is still one of the most trusted uncles, though.

Tup: 

MY SWEETHEART. THE MOST PURE. THE GENTLEST BOI. Tup knows two things when he goes to visit. First? He'll have a little shadow the entire time. Second, he will have his hair braided (with added flowers) at least twice. Omega will fight anyone who mocks him, usually Hardcase. Tup doesn't think he looks lovely, Tup KNOWS he looks lovely.

Tup is such a gentle soul and little Omega always ends up gravitating towards him. He's such a natural, and he's just so sweet with her. She'll chat away to him about anything and everything and he'll just sit and listen and talk about whatever she wants. He'll play dolls with her, take her out for walks (even if only to give her buire a break), read her stories, he'd do anything for his little niece. Their favourite activity together is probably painting, they create all kinds of masterpieces together, and usually Omega ends up putting a blob of paint under her eye like his teardrop tattoo. In fact, they often give each other face "tattoos" when they get bored of painting on paper.

Dogma: 

Has absolutely no interest in babies and barely knows Clone Force 99 anyway, so why should he care. He will emphasis his disinterest until he's blue in the face, and yet almost always ends up taking charge when the 501st babysit. Not to mention that he's been caught making faces at Omega to make her laugh and doing aaalllll the baby talk. And the fact he is consistently able to sooth Omega to sleep (something that annoys Hardcase endlessly, she always cried whenever he held her). Rex also found a holo picture of Dogma holding Omega, both of them smiling away. But sure, Dogma doesn't like babies.

Bonus! 99: 

Omega's Ba'buir! 99 might just be Omega's favourite person in the world, and her buire quickly realise that they have to take her to visit him every single day, or she will take matters into her own hands and take herself. No, really, Hunter was walking home one day to find little Omega toddling along on her own, Lula dragging behind her, on her way to 99's house. He only lives down the road, but its obviously too far for a small child to go alone.

99 was a large part in why the five of them committed to raising Omega. In the early days of her arrival, they were full of self doubt and didn't feel they could give her what she needed or be who she needed them to be. 99 reminded them that she was their blood, and that they never leave their own behind. He was so proud to see his squad become such great, loving buire to little Omega. They were so grateful that he helped them see sense.

Omega adores her ba'buir (who she called Ba/Baba when she was very little) and loves hearing all his stories of her buire growing up as well as all the clones he met on Kamino. She chats away to him about anything and everything, and they'll often bake all kinds of creations together. He also starts teaching her how to fish! He always enjoys her company, she reminds him so much of each of her buire, and he's so proud to he the one she calls her ba'buir.

Random extra headcanons:

- Fives, Jesse and Hardcase once had a great time tormenting Hunter by sending him constant holo-images of Omega in various staged hazardous situations. One of Fives pretending to put Omega in the oven, another of her sleeping on the couch surrounded by empty beer cans (this one freaked Tech out because he thought she really had been given alcohol, bless you Tech), you name it. Hunter did not enjoy his child-free night and went home early. Kix was in charge that night, but he saw it as harmless fun, so didn't put a stop to it.

- sometimes the 501st have a contest where they all kneel down and try to get Omega to run to them. Fives always insists it'll be him, but it never is. She usually runs to Rex or Tup, although at least once Dogma was the lucky clone. One time, Omega stared at the line of clones staring back at her and instead just burst into tears and ran right back to her Cross'buir, who scooped her up into his arms and very smugly said "I win."

[here-comes-the-moose]

I just made myself emotional. I was thinking about what if the Bad Batch was on a mission and they had to rescue a baby and/or reunite it with its family. And none of the members can get the baby to stop crying but then Crosshair enters the room, since he wasn’t there before for whatever reason, and the baby starts to calm down. So immediately whoever is holding the baby passes it to Crosshair, who is like no I don’t think that’s a good idea I don’t know anything about babies, but he takes the baby since he secretly wanted to hold it bc he’s actually a big softie, and the baby immediately stops crying and is just staring up at him and reaches up towards him. When Crosshair tries to pass the baby to someone else, the baby starts fussing again, so then for the rest of the mission, Crosshair is just holding and playing with this baby. He also almost cries when they have to give the baby back to the family.

[icouldntfinditsoiwroteit]

Clones love being petted

Clones love being petted, if it is a close brother or someone they trust like their Jedi who just starts petting them in the head, they will melt and if they start to play with their hair in case of long hair or massaging their scalp, if they could they would purr or can they?

Sooooo.......

Clones and their preferences in pets

GO!!

Group petting sessions only happen after a bad missions or after the first mission of a new batch of shinnies.

But they are very common between batchmates, couples or in the case of being the last member of their batch, another group of troopers who are the same kind of adopts them.

The 501

Would they let Anakin pet them? Some, mostly the veterans and in some cases the shinnies.

What about Ashoka? Similar to Anakin but Shinnies are actually more hesitant with her.

Rex: He doesn't let anyone pet him since he is the Captain of the 501 legion and needs to work and can't lose time with petting sessions, but when Anakin suddenly "petted" (it was more like ruffling his hair gently since he had been in the medbay after a bad mission) him he does "subtle" things to earn another pets but he mostly gets pats the in the shoulder or just a grateful smile, he doesn't dislike it but he doesn't want to receive a pat, he wants pets.

When Cody found out he teased him for weeks, since when he did get another pet it was in front of Cody, Cody and his batchmates are the only others who cant pet him.

Fives: When Domino squad wasn't on the best of terms, he would let almost any brother pet him, this was mostly to spite his batchmate since petting is something most clones only let other clones who they trust do and he knew that he had really fluffy hair that his batchmates also loved to pet.

While they are on the Rishi moon outpost he started to let them pet him again and vice versa.

When he and Echo enter the 501 legion only Echo could pet him since he could not bare the thought of letting anyone else but his last batchmate do it, after he loses Echo only Tup could pet him in the rare occasions that Fives would let him, after Tup died there wasn't any actual opportunity to receive any kind of pet, but, if there had been, he wouldn't have let anyone else pet him again.

Echo: When Domino squad wasn't on the best of terms, Echo unlike Fives wouldn't let anyone actually give him any kind of pets, but on the Rishi moon outpost he was one of the first ones of the squad to offer to pet any of them, Hevy was the second by letting Echo pet him and vice versa.

After joining the 501 legion he would also only let Fives pet him, but later he let Kix pet him from time to time after growing closer.

After being rescued from the Tech union, he didn't let anyone actually pet him or touch him in any way since he had become uncomfortable with any type of physical touch, when he was having a panic attack, Wrecker used Lula to pet him, this helped him trough the panic attack and later to become more familiar and comfortable to physical touch, he later was mostly comfortable with Wrecker petting him and later with Omega.

Tup: He didn't like being petted that much since it would tangle his hair, although he was open to pats by most brothers.

Dogma and Fives where the only ones who he would let pet him and Fives would sometimes times, help comb his hair, specially Dogma who liked to comb his hair after every mission, when Dogma is taken away Tup stopped letting Fives comb his hair, not because of resentment but because it was his way of mourning Dogma.

Dogma: He to the distress of other brothers had one of the fluffiest hairs in the galaxy but he hated when someone messed up his hair, only in the night cycle would he let Tup pet him, although this stopped completely during Umbara and obviously after it. But after Dogma killed Krell and they waited for the republic to reach them Tup snuck into his cell and offered comfort with pets.

Jesse: Due to being bald he didn't receive as many pets as other brothers, but he still loved receiving scalp massages by any brother, although he enjoyed them the most when it was Kix, Fives or Hardcase.

Kix: He likes being petted by Jesse but being the medic of the 501 legion he doesn't have as much time as others, but he will also let a sick brother pet him to comfort them or he will pet them.

Appo: This man is a big softie and one of the pickiest clones out there, he wants his pets in a exact way, if it's to harsh he'll tell the brother to do it gentler, same if it is to gentle, any brother who pets him always waits for his instruction, this is to prevent any trouble and to help him fall asleep, since Appo is a insomniac.

Ashoka and Anakin: At some point in the war they had become the designated petters for the clones, why? For some reason their pets where the best, not even the clones could explain why (good vibes=good pets). Some clones also really liked Anakin's mechanic arm since it was cool to the touch and some liked that. Ashoka being a carnivore species, naturally had long nails so many where fans of long nails. They both share the fifth place as the best petters in the GAR.

212:

Cody: He doesn't let ANYONE pet him, he is the marshal commander, he can't waste time with such childish things, he can't lose any time in such silly things............

The 212 alongside Obi Wan can pet him whenever they want, they will also pet him to make him sleep for at least four hours, his batchmates also do this since Cody is weak when it comes to pets, he will literally melt at any touch of that kind.

Waxer: He personally doesn't like being petted that much, but he loves giving pets to anyone who need them, he also likes to pet Boil out of the blue.

Boil: He LOVES pets, he doesn't know why, he just loves them. Unfortunately Waxer uses this against him by petting him out of nowhere, no matter how much he wants to take his hand away he just ends up leaning into the touch.

Obi Wan: This bastard will use the power of pets to make most of his men sleep or at least rest, being a total hypocrite at the same time, if they don't like being petted he will let them pet him since it seems his men are fans of his straight hair which is something different from the usual curly hair.

Wolfpack:

Wolffe: Over sized puppy.........that's it, he will act tough but he is like a puppy when someone pets him and god forbid they stop because he will either glare at them or use his puppy eyes, who knew he had them? May god have mercy on any brother who starts a petting session because they will be stuck in it for a good while, although Wolffe does prefer pets from Boost, Sinker, Comet, Fox, Plo Koon and Bly, he also likes petting Rex since it annoys him.

Boost: This man does NOT like pets, he will bite someone's arm off before that happens, the most he will allow is a small pat from Plo Koon, but surprisingly he gives some of the best pets in the entire GAR, he is ranked as the third best at giving pets, no one knows how, not even him.

Sinker: He is very shy about pets, he does like a good petting session but only given by either Boost, Wolffe or Plo Koon, this has a lot to do due to him feeling incredibly vulnerable during the whole thing, this is why he only lets himself be vulnerable in private, although he will gladly give a petting session to any brother who needs it.

Comet: He is basically the stressball of the whole Wolfpack, but in a good way, this way is that when any brother is stressed, they will pick him up and start petting him, this includes Plo Koon, although this has caused some sibling rivalry between him and the rest of the Wolfpack since Plo Koon give some of the best pets.

Plo Koon: He loves being able to give any sort of comfort to his men "sons", he has to admit that petting someone is very enjoyable and he is ranked as the sixth best at giving pets in the GAR.

Lighting squad:

Ponds: He is honestly the most cat like from all the clones, some days he will hiss at any kind of touch and other days he will sit besides any brother and put their hand on top of his head as a way of demanding pets, he does this with the shinnies the most, since it helps build trust and it can distract or comfort them after a bad mission.

Mace Windu: May the force bless this man, Lighting squad has the highest number of clones with long hair, this is due to him being really good at tending to long hair from his experience with Depa, he ranks as the fourth best petter in the GAR.

Coruscant Guard:

Fox: He is a sucker for pets but the only way anyone can manage to pet him is for him to be exhausted, in the medbay, to blackmail him with a shinnies feelings or to be Wolffe, Bly and Ponds, those three always force him to relax, first with Ponds asking Fox for pets, later with Bly petting him without Fox even noticing and finally with Wolffe demanding for pets, since Ponds is one of Fox's youngest vod he can't say no.

Thorn: This man surprisingly isn't a big fan of pets, he feels that his hair is always greasy so he doesn't like people touching it but he is good a pets or at pulling stubborn brothers into petting sessions.

Hound: This man has permanent ownership of the position as the best petter in the entire GAR, this is due to his experience with mastiffs.

The Bad Batch(unlike in canon I'm making it so that they had a normal relationship with the regs, because fuck canon and Filoni):

Wrecker: This soft boi, he holds second place of the best petter in the GAR, not only does his size give him a bed shape for any vod who is being petted but he is surprisingly gentle and patient when it comes to petting someone, he really like being petted by Tech and Echo since they both have trouble when it comes to physical touch, so for them to be comfortable with him giving them pets or them petting him, it makes him extremely happy.

Hunter: He does NOT like receiving pets, this is mostly because it sort of overwhelms him so he sticks to petting his brothers, especially Crosshair who acts tough but actually likes Hunter's pets, this makes Hunter a proud ori'vod.

Tech: Just like Echo he is not a fan of physical touch but when he feels comfortable he will pet himself with Lula as a way to ask Wrecker for pets and sometimes from Hunter.

Crosshair: He is one of the most stubborn asses out there, he says he hates pets, but if Hunter manages to wrangle him into a petting session he literally melts, and he may or may not have liked it when Echo also petted him for a little while during one of this petting sessions.

[b1ue-harvest]

Hey! Can I request a Hunter x reader where the reader is a force sensitive / Jedi but works with plants and animals and they are always working with the bad batch. They become like a family to the reader, though the connection with hunter is more. He’s amazed by the readers talents and kindness, the reader absolutely adores him back, just a lot of fluff would be great 🥺💛

OMG yes, my first request! Super excited for this concept

HUNTER X GN READER

Summary: Jedi reader has an established relationship with Hunter and lots of fluff for my boy cause I love him 🥺🥰

They called to you. They always have, the plants, the animals, the earth beneath your feet. Your connection to the living force allowed you to commune with all of nature. You could sense their feelings, their vibrations, their life inside the stems and leaves.

Your particular set of skills was needed throughout the war. Not only were you a Jedi and a seasoned warrior, but your connection with plants helped many clone units get out of some tight spots.

That's how you came into contact with Clone Force 99. The four enhanced clones had worked on countless missions with you before and they had become some of your closest friends. Crosshair was bitter at first having someone else assigned to the team, but he warmed up to you eventually. Tech always inquired to you about plants and listened thoughtfully to your answers. Wrecker was a big softy under all that muscle and never failed to make you laugh. And, the sergeant. Hunter. He always made your heart skip a beat and your face turn red anytime he looked your way. Things between the two of you had been awkward at first because of your crush on him. Jedi weren't suppose to have feelings like this, it was forbidden. But, in the end, it didn't matter. When he confessed his feelings to you, you had never felt happier in your entire life. You decided to forgo the code and began a secret relationship with him.

-

It was a quiet day on the Havoc Marauder. You were sitting in a chair reading a new book, Different Plant Species of the Outer Rim. Deep into it, you hadn't noticed a shadow looming over you. You turned around and saw it was Hunter. He was reading over your shoulder, a concentrated look on his face.

"May I help you?" you said to him.

"Actually, yes you can," he responded as he took your hand in his and beckoned you to stand up. "Follow me."

"Hunter, I'm reading."

He looked at you with those puppy dog eyes, eyes he knew you couldn't resist. "Please," he said quietly.

You were puzzled about his odd behavior, but you got up and followed him anyway, his hand tightly entangled with yours as he led the way through the ship.

He stopped at his room and opened the door. It was sparsely decorated, the room of a soldier. A small cot, a chair, and a low nightstand were the only furnishing inside. Their was one thing sitting on the table that was a sharp contrast to the rest of the room, however. It was a small potted plant and a picture of you and him after a particularly intense mission. Your head was resting on his shoulder and he was staring off into the distance. You had both been exhausted and Tech thought it'd be funny to capture the moment.

The both of you went in and Hunter made sure the door was shut after you were inside.

"Lie down," he commanded, his voice soft yet stern.

You did as he said and lied down on his cot, the rough fabric scratching against your arms. He crawled on top of you and rested his head on your stomach. He was warm, like your own personal heated blanket. His thumbs gently caressed your waist and you could feel a smile creep onto his face.

"You may continue reading," he said.

A small chuckle escaped your lips. He just wanted to be close to you, feel your heartbeat, make sure that you're real and that you really are his. It helped ground him back to reality and you'd definitely never say no to that.

[ahundredtimesover]

November 2020 Reads

Here are the fics I reblogged in November! Please give love to all these writers (reblog, comment!!) and of course, our lil bun jk 🐰

Again, note the angst, fluff, and smut descriptions and my “read if you want to” thing is just a guide bc it works for me and my mood swings and ok this isn’t a lot right

1. Blackjack series by @kpopfanfictrash (a, f, s) - s2l, mafia au (read if you want to “watch” a movie and have time to binge-read and are into action, good backstories, and good smut)

2. Crosshairs by @junghelioseok (a, s) - secret agent au (read if you want action and longing and just something different)

3. Freesia by @eleventoes (a, f) - bf2l, childhood friends au (read if you want something soft and pure and funny and want to imagine tiny but in-love jk)

4. Off-league by @hansolmates (f) - childhood friends au (read if you want something really sexy)

5. A song request by @n8dlesoupguk (f) - s2l, neighbors au (read if you want something soft and pure and light)

6. The love swings + The love slides by @h2yeri (f, s) - f2l, college au, childhood friends, boyfriend au, soft jk (read if you want to feel warm and fuzzy and soft and fluffy or just to feel better)

7. Let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook (f, s) - e2l, college au, roommates au, gamer jk (read if you want to laugh and be entertained and are obsessed with gamer jk)

8. Quarter life crisis by @heungtanbts (a, f, s) - bf2l, adulting (read if you want to be reflective about being an adult and at the same time want to imagine being bestfriends with extremely hot jk and really if you just want to read something good)

9. The push by @underthejoon (a, f, s) - f2l, college au (read if you want sexual tension and are into hitting idiot jk in the head)

10. Cardiovascular palpitations pt1 + pt2 by @hayjeon (a, f, s) - f2l, friends with benefits au, hospital au (read if you want some glorious smut and jealous doctor jk and just a really good fwb bc this is up there)

11. Inkling by @gguksgalaxy (a, s) - f2l, tattoo artist au (read if you want tension and some serious stuff like coming out but also want some good smut)

12. On the road (to you) by @cupofteaguk (a, f) - f2l, adulting (read if you want to reminisce about a college crush and want to imagine sweet and thoughtful jk)

13. Mirrors pt1 + pt2 by @yoonia (a, s) - friends with benefits au (read if you want steamy, sexy, glorious smut or if you just want to be turned on)

14. Oops by @honeyj00ns (s) - college au, neighbors au (read if you want to laugh, want some shower sex, and want to imagine jk singing rnb bc that is the dream)

15. Irresistible by @parkmuse (s) - bf2l, college au (read if you want to laugh and enjoy some good smut)

16. One on one by @thatmultifandomhoe (f) - college au, boxer jk (read if you want to daydream about boxer jk and want something soft)

17. The habits of a broken heart by @softykooky (a, f) - soulmate au, college au (read if you want something painfully beautiful and sort of cold and unloving jk)

18. Take my whole life too by @ktheist (s) - arranged marriage au, husband au, expecting parents au, dad jk (read if you want a different dynamic between OC and jk and sappy and in love jk and just something sooo good I love this sm)

19. Fact over fancy by @dovechim (s) - arranged marriage au with a twist (read if you want a cool premise and some bratty and smug jk)

20. Beautiful confession by @btsracket (f, s) - f2l, childhood friends, roommates au, soft jk (read if you want a romcom-type fic with fun dynamic between characters and if you want something soft and warm and really good)

21. The proposal by @hansolmates (f, s) - e2l, boss au, fake dating (read if you want top-tier film adaptation and loveable characters with such fun banter and homey vibe and boss jk doing push ups)

22. Picture perfect by @moononthejoon (f, s) - historical au, painter jk (read if you want something cute but sexy and an unpredictable ending)

23. Neighbour by @imagniation (s) - college au, neighbors au (read if you want something hot ft sexy neighbor jk and if you want to be turned on)

24. Shield by @joonsgalore (f, s) - s2l, bar au, soft jk (read if you want something soft and cute and heartwarming and straightforward but with really good smut)

25. The young wolf by @junqkook (a, s) - game of thrones au (read if you want to be absolutely ripped to shreds and/or want something so well-written but again will rip you to shreds)

26. Dynasty by @jimlingss (a, f, s) - historical au, drama (read something if you want to “watch” a movie with so much tension and glorious smut and if you want your heart to break but also want something so well-written)

27. Something in the water by @vankoya (f, s) - f2l, college au, camping (read if you want ot7 banter and humor and sexy time in the lake or to just relive college trips with friends)

28. Rebound by @ropeseok (s) - e2l, college au (read if you want something sexy and smutty or if you wanna be turned on bc wall sex)

29. A touch of silk by @war-of-hormoan (a, s) - werewolf au (read if you want tension and some human-werewolf drama)

30. Heartbreak veterans by @rookiegukie (f) - s2l, busker jk (read if you want something pure and cleansing and wholesome and soft)

31. It should be me by @you-know-bts (a) - f2l, brother’s bestfriend (read if you want protective jk to lay down his life for you and some tension)

32. Euphoria by @seokstrivia (a, f, s) - e2l, college au, roommates au (read if you want dick-but-really-softie-jk and some pain with happy ending)

33. Challenge accepted, What happens when you’re not careful, Risky business drabble series by @sincerelyourfangirl (s) - e2l, ceo au (read if you want some glorious smut)

34. If you insist + Epilogue by @ayyosuga (a, f, s) - s2l, cop au (read if you want to drool over Officer Jeon and if you want a semi-action packed but also soft and tender and well-written fic)

35. re:untitled pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4 by @to-star-lake (a, f, s) - e2l, childhood friends, arranged marriage, ceo au (read if you want your heart to hurt and heal and if you want a god-tier fic with perfect and so well-written chapters and characterizations and plot and if you want to cry without any death, and enjoy really good smut)

36. Cozy thief by @bratkook (f, s) - f2l, roommates au (read if you want something soft with good smut)

37. Somnolent by @forgottenpasta (f) - roommates au (read if you want something soft and cute and a hot and bothered jk)

38. Behind these walls by @cupofteaguk (f) - college au (read if you want softness and banter and sexual tension)

39. 17 going on 27 by @hansolmates (a, f) - exes au, adulting, time jump (read if you want another very well-written film adaptation that will hurt soooo good and an experience in itself that will leave you all hurting but soft and happy at the end)

40. The philosophy of good luck by @kidguk (f, s) - s2l, roommates au, tattoo artist jk (read if you want something adorably soft)

41. Caught me by @jeongi (s) - e2l, roommates au (read if you want glorious smut and want to be turned on)

42. Microwave (mis)adventures by @bymoonchild (a, f, s) - e2l, college au, roommates au (read if you want a classic jk fic with so much sexual tension and banter and loveable characters you want to hit in the head)

43, Threats and paybacks by @pantaemonium (s) - e2l, roommates au (read if you want cocky little shit jk and some good smut)

44. Mafia leader!kook by @jksangelic (a, s) - husband au, mafia au (read if you want a quickie angst with smut story that’s a little soft but hot and sexy at the same time)

45. Roomie code by @bluekyun (f, s) - f2l, roommate au, soft jk (read if you want bestfriend yoongi and little shit jimin and soft jk with tension and lots of things going on and softness)

46. As I told you by @eleventoes (f) - e2l, college au, roommates au, jock jk (read if you want e2l that’s actually really soft and cute)

(monthly reads masterpost)

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

TBB s3 ep4 Thoughts!!!

Oooohh starting off strong

Omega immediately wanting to go back because “it’s right”

Crosshair wanting to keep moving, not because he’s scared of going back but because he understands that he can’t help anyone if he’s dead

Ah there he is. The bitch. The Hemcock.

I wanna say Nala Sa deserves to be in prison but idk I’m starting to feel for her

Pretty sure she won’t survive the season though

IM SORRY THAT SHOT WHERE THE COAT IS HANGING OVER THAT POWER LINE???

is that,,,, a reference to yanno,,, shoes hanging from a power line?

hahahahahahah poncho stormtroopers

“You’re the one who wanted to bring… the hound.”

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

best duo this show has given us

If Hunter was the hesitant but willing dad, Crosshair is the exasperated older brother that was forced to bring his younger sister to the party he was invited to an now has to spent all night watching her

Ey not cool Omega. Someone was using that jacket to advertise their business

“See, isn’t this better?” “No.” “Ugh.”

HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA

“I could take out half of them before they even know what happened” 😳😳

Yeah, I believe you sir

Damn fuck how many more clone crushes will I have to be burdened with

Jesus Christ

“That went well” “Stow it”

THEM

YOUR HONOUR

THEM!!!

Scottish Robot ahhahahahahaha

Say what you will about Crosshair, when that dude sat down across from Omega he was ready for a FIGHT

big ol’ softie <3

“You or your dad”

Glad Hunter wasn’t there to hear that

Or Crosshair for that matter

Both would’ve blown their cover

Tbh Crosshair makes a fair point about leaving while they can. The planet is filled with Empirials and they are running out of time

But he also hasn’t been part of a team in a while and maybe he’s forgotten some of what that entails too

Either way, loving how “selfless” and “selfish” are meeting in this ep

“I’ll do it your way BUT I WOULD LIKE THE RECORD TO REFECT THAT I DONT WIKE IT!”

Crosshair giving Omega a boost to get over the wall I’m crying

“Shouldn’t we free the other animals too?” “Don’t push it.”

HE IS MY SOULMATE (based on sarcasm. I am vegetarian and I would free those animal friendos in a heartbeat)

The extra head shake and eye roll at that question too, he is already so done I can’t hahahahahahahah

“I hope your take-offs are better than your landings” “we’re about to find out”

Aaaaaaand that just reminded me that Tech was the one who taught her to fly

🥲🥲🥲🥲

That fucking shriek when the stormtrooper got blasted by the engine hahahahahaha

Ohohoh altered batch theme after take off? Okayokayokay I see you👀

Jesus Christ, Crosshair trying to prepare Omega for the very real possibility that Hunter and Wrecker are dead?

Like I know it seems cruel and defeatist but it’s actually kind in a way

Managing expectations in order to save her from a worse fall out

FUCK I THOUGHT I’D HAVE TO WAIT TILL NEXT EPISODE FOR THEM REUNION

JESUS

AAAAAAHHHHH

“We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you”

SIR

I AM QUACKING

why did Hunter’s appearance suddenly piss me off

Like Wrecker had a cute line and Hunter had to walk up like

“Um, five actually”

Like idk it felt like he was taking over the moment (which makes sense because he’s her dad but still it just sounded awkward)

EXCUSE ME??? I BEG YOUR BIGGEST PARDON??

Omega just explained that she only got off that planet AND survived so far thanks to Crosshair and all they can do is look all bitchy butt-hurt

Like I expected this from Hunter but why isn’t Wrecker hugging him?

Bc they went looking for Cross before, I thought we were past the straight up hate?

Love how stoically Cross is taking it though

I have to admit, so far this is one of my all time favourites. The comedic timing, the very real story line, the confrontation of previously opposed characters? Wonderful. But the pièce de résistance? Crosshair’s character description rings true again. “Severe and unyielding” Tech had said. I’ve rambled about this a lot recently, but the boiled down version is that when Crosshair commits to something, he commits all the way. Like how he committed to the Empire so hard that he hunted down his brothers. Or when he finally decided the Empire was a bunch of shitbags and shot officer shitbag (I forget his name) in the face. He has now decided to commit to Omega, for whatever reason. And it shows. Because even when she tells him to go, he’s literally only a minute behind her. He lets her employ her own strategies despite his preference and experience. He’s ready to beat up Captain Dickhead (did they even give him a name?) for sitting down across from her. He tells her to get into the ship first while he lays down cover fire.

Crosshair’s next “severe and unyielding” decision is Omega’s safety. And I couldn’t be more excited to see where it goes!

AND I cannot believe how much I suddenly like his character. I was so disinterested in him for like s1 and maybe 90% of s2 but now I am more interested in what becomes of him than I am in what the deal is with Omega’s M-count.

I’m saying it now. These seasons hyper focuses are: Rex, Echo and Crosshair (in that order) (for now, we’ll see)

Thanks to everyone who sat through that, have a good day/night/whatever, friend!

[zoeykallus]

Hi! I love your writing style and your stories and headcannons are amazing! I don't know if you've done something like this before, but how do you think the Bad Batch would react to a partner who needed a lot of relationship building before they felt comfortable being sexually intimate?

Aloha! Thank you very much! Always brightens my day to read such things :))

I don't think I have done something specifically like this. But I think I should :))

The Bad Batch x GNReader HC's - A Little More Time

How do our guys handle a partner who needs more time to open up and commit physically?

___________

Warnings: Mentions Of Intimacy/Strong Language (well, Crosshair)

__________

Hunter

Yes, he's passionate, he's sensual, but it's not just a sexual thing. Hunter is a passionate cuddler, kisser and above all he is a carer. He is much more concerned with your overall well-being than getting into your pants. He wants you to feel safe and cared for, it's a big part of his love language, his care and patience

"Are you happy?", is a question you might hear occasionally.

Indeed, he will love your body as well, passionately, if you let him, but that's not his overall main goal. Hunter can wait for you, and he will be very soft and sweet the day you finally open up to him. He will show you it was the right decision to trust him with your body and soul, both will always be loved and cherished by him.

Echo

He's got the patience of an angel. Sure he does have urges too, like most human beings, but his not fixated on it like other men might be.

"Whenever you're ready, Cyare, I'm in no hurry, don't stress yourself about it"

All he wants is your love, how you show that to him, is up to you. Echo is easy to please. Soft, chaste, but loving kisses can give his heart wings.

As soon as you decide to go a step further, he'll be happy to take things slow and let you take your time. Echo will be tender and considerate. You can trust him, he will never hurt you or let you down.

Wrecker

If you got this big softy as your partner, you can relax. He admires you and adores you, everything about you. It may be that he tries to seduce you, if you do not tell him from the beginning that you want to take it slow. But as soon as you signal him that you need more time, he holds back. He will never push you.

"I'm sorry you have to wait that long for me".

He will laughingly say, "Mesh'la, I want you to be comfortable with this and trust me completely. If you need more time to do that, that's perfectly fine. It won't kill me, after all, I still have two healthy hands in case of emergency."

Tech

He is an interesting mix. In the beginning he will be very shy himself and need a long time to thaw properly. However, under this reserved shell, actually lies a very passionate and generous lover, but he has yet to find that out himself.

He sees no reason to rush anything, he likes to take his time with you. With Tech, you can talk frankly about everything, any concerns or fears you may have, he will be happy to discuss solutions with you. Tech is much more empathetic than most would give him credit for. He actually finds taking things one step at a time much more interesting than trying to force something headlong.

Sooner or later, you will find it very easy to commit yourself to him and enjoy his hidden passion. As I said, he is a very generous lover.

Crosshair

He is actually very physical and passionate. Crosshair won't understand right away if you back away from his advances and take it slow. He just ticks differently. However, despite what he would have most believe, he is not a complete asshole. Crosshair takes the time to understand what makes you tick and why you made that decision. He will accept it, perhaps grumbling and in his own special way, with a roll of his eyes, but don't feel pressured by it, that's not his intention at all.

Of course, he wants you to feel comfortable and have fun, that is a matter of honor for him. Crosshair could never take pleasure in being intimate with you if you don't enjoy it as much, and he doesn't want you to be afraid of him and his body.

He may not seem as gentle and loving as the others, but he's basically doing the same thing in his own way, being considerate and interested in what you feel.

"Well, let me know when you're ready, kitten".

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@darkangel4121

@ttzamara

@arctrooper69

@padawancat97

@agenteliix

@puppetswithteeth

@palliateclaws

@either-madness-or-brilliance

@ortizshinkaroff

@andy-solo1

@hunterssecretrecipe

@heyitsaloy

@greaser-wolf